Draco's POV

His eyes are closed and his breathing is heavy as I watch his sleeping body for any sign of consciousness. After I stopped the bleeding, I gave Teddy to Luna and carried Potter to the infirmary where I explained what had happened.
McGonagall enters the room with Granger, whose hands absentmindedly go to her face, plastered with shock.
"Harry..." she whispers. Granger walks over to Potter and gently takes his hand in hers. Tears begin to form in her eyes. She turns to me.
"Who did this?"
"Blaise. He attacked him but I don't know why."
"Mr Malfoy! That is a very extreme accusation! How can you be sure that it was Mr Zabini that did this?"
I meet her eyes. "I just know. He was waiting outside my room with a smug look on his face and when I entered the room, Potter was laying on the floor, covered in his own blood. Luckily, I quickly identified the curse used on him and was able to counteract it."
Granger looks up at me. "You saved him?"
"Well, I suppose you could say that-"
I am cut off by a pair of arms wrapping around my neck as Granger hugs me. Taken aback, it takes me a moment to register what is happening. I hug her back.
"Thank you."

***

McGonagall left to speak to Blaise and Granger and I are now sitting silently, watching Potter. Every shaky breath, every slight movement, I don't take my eyes off him.
We were told that he's lucky to be alive. He's stable but could deteriorate at any moment.
That spell is one of the worst I have ever encountered.

"Why are you still here, Malfoy?"
Our eyes lock for the second time today and I sigh. "I just want him to be okay."
"But, why? You've never been close to Harry."
"Merlin, Granger! Just because I'm not friends with him doesn't mean I don't care! I'm a decent enough person to want to know if someone is going to live or die."
There is a moment of silence before she apologises.
"It's alright, I don't blame you for asking. Have you told Weasley?"
"Yes. I contacted him through the floo network. He told me he was on his way so he should be here soon.
As if on cue, Madame Pomfrey and walks in, followed by the tall ginger.
"Ron."
I am vaguely aware of the couple hugging as my eyes are back on the sleeping boy.
Never have I wanted to see his green eyes as much as at this moment.
"Malfoy?"
I still don't look away. "Weasley."
Granger explains why I'm here as Weasley sits in the chair next to mine and looks at me.
Only then do I look away from Harry Potter.
"Thanks, Malfoy. You know, for uh- for saving him and stuff. He broke my sister's heart but he's my best mate and I, well, I care about him a lot." He looks away awkwardly.
"So you don't hate him?" Granger asks.
"Hermione! Of course I don't hate Harry! He can't help that he's gay. I spoke to Ginny and her response to me asking about it was our of order. Besides, I couldn't hate him even if I wanted to." Weasley smiles slightly.
"That's certainly a relief."
"Harry!"

Harry's POV

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is Draco Malfoy.
The second thing I see when I open my eyes is Ron Weasley.
The third thing I see when I open my eyes is a blur of frizzy hair as Hermione Granger runs to hug me.
"Do you remember anything?" She asks me.
My memory is hazy but as I think back I can just about visualise what happened to me.
"Zabini attacked me. He said I was to blame for you being gay." I look at Malfoy. "He said I turned you." Zabini also said something else but I doubt Malfoy would appreciate me saying it in front of other people.

"That's ridiculous! People can't be turned gay."
I sigh, "That's what I told him. Didn't stop him hitting me with Sectumsempra."
Ron's voice is full of confusion. "Wait, so are you two together or something?"
My eyes grow wide and I instantly become defensive. "No!"
Malfoy looks shocked. "Fucking hell, Weasley! We're barely even friends."
"Language, Mr Malfoy." Madame Pomfrey enters the room from her small office. "It's good to see that you're awake, Mr Potter. How are you feeling?"
"Like a word you really wouldn't approve of," I smile, "but I'll be fine."

She pours out a flask of potion and hands it to me, "Always the brave one, Mr Potter. Drink up."
The cool liquid runs down my throat and some of the pain in my chest eases.
"Better?"
"A bit, thank you. How did you get the bleeding to stop? That curse is deadly."
She gestures to Malfoy who is smirking at me.
"The only reason I know the countercurse is because of your idiocy in sixth year. Snape told me the countercurse just in case you cast the spell on anyone else."
I blush, memories of sixth year play in my mind. I grew obsessed with Malfoy. That was also the year I discovered I'm like guys and a certain blonde haired boy may or may not have helped with that.
He may or may not still help with that.
I shake all thoughts of the subject from my mind.

***

Ron had to return to work and Hermione had prefect duties to attend to so Malfoy went to get Teddy. As he sees me, his small face lights up and his fists make little grabbing motions, clenching and unclenching; dimpled and dear, like roses.

"Hey, Ted!"

"Hawwy!" He exclaims as Malfoy hands him to me with a smile on his face. Teddy's hair turns a brighter shade of blue as he hugs me tightly. "You okay."

"Of course he is! I saved his life." Malfoy smirks.

I look up from Teddy to meet Malfoy's gaze. "Thank you."

He looks away. "Yes, well it's what any self respecting healer would do."

"Really, I mean it. This is the second time you've saved my life."

Malfoy looks back at me. "Then I suppose you'll have to save me one more time for us to be even."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He laughs, "You know, you're cute when you're confused."

I blush.

"What I mean is, I saved you when Aunt Bella asked me to identify you and I said it wasn't you. You then saved me from the fiendfyre and that made us even. I saved you earlier today so now you need to save me for us to be even again. Confusing, I know, but that's just how my strange little mind works."

We sit quietly for a while. Teddy begins to yawn and grow droopy.

"Looks like someone's tired. You, Teddy, need to go to sleep."

He proceeds to snuggle into me and within seconds he is breathing slowly and heavily.

The weight of his small body against my chest makes the pain in it lessen. I stroke his soft, blue hair.

"Speaking of sleep, Zabini told me something about you." I say to Malfoy.

"What was it?"

Hesitant, I reply, "You sometimes mutter my name in your sleep."

Malfoy sighs. "I've always been a sleeptalker. He's told me that before but I thought he was just messing around." He pauses for a moment. "He blames you for me being gay, you know that. But there's a bit more to it than you think. It'll take some explaining."

I smirk, "Then explain."

He sighs again, preparing himself. "I like you. I'm just going to say that before I say anything else. You're probably surprised by that but I don't care right now. I like you, and I've been hinting for a while to my friends but I never actually said anything. That is, until I came out almost a week ago. Even then, it wasn't me who explicitly said it. It was Pansy.

I said to them that I had something to tell them. They listened. I said I liked someone, someone they wouldn't approve of. Blaise instantly asked who it was. Pansy asked if it was you. I nodded and they both exploded. I wasn't planning on going to your compartment but I saw Teddy and got curious.

Pansy's okay now, she always was, but Blaise still hates me." He searches for his earphones and puts them both in his ears, breathing heavily. "Everyone hates me."

I don't know why I do it, but I take the poor boy's hand in mine, look him in the eyes and whisper, "I don't hate you."