Yesterday

Chapter 1

Harry wasn't feeling very well. In fact, he was feeling horrible. It might have had something to do with the fact that everyone he loved seemed to be dying, but Harry was almost certain it had more to do with the six pieces of pie he ate for dessert. Why, you may ask, had he eaten so many pieces of pie? Well, you see, Ron had told him that there was no way he could eat that many pieces of pie, and Harry, being Harry, couldn't turn down such a dare. So, there he was, groaning in pain and making his way through the corridors, trying to somehow make it to the dorm without dying. It was then that he was interrupted by an upheaval of activity, quite literally actually.

Oh god, there he was. Moaning like an idiot and stumbling through the corridors. Draco sneered, very sure he really didn't want to see said person at that moment. It wasn't just because he hated him; it was also because of the noises Harry was making, because really, when someone is making noises quite like that, sometimes it's just better not to know.

"Jeez, Potter, I didn't realize you were pregnant." Draco had come to stand near Harry, and it was at that exact moment that Harry's stomach decided to empty itself of its contents, all over Draco.

There is rarely a time in ones life when you are able to tell your enemy that their face makes you want to throw up and actually mean it, this was one of those times. Draco, who had an amazingly witty sense of humour, found the situation quite humorous. He suppressed his laughter though, because laughing at someone in such a sorry state, even one's enemy, was just plain rude, and rude, Draco was not. Narcissistic, unmerciful and plain cruel he may be, but never rude.

The sorry state that Harry was in, crumpled up on the floor beside his own vomit, unconscious, was enough to evoke sympathy from most members of the human race. Draco had to admit he had never seen a more sad sight. In fact, it was so sad, he actually felt himself feeling the slightest bit of pity for Harry, just a little though, because most of what he was feeling was amusement. Anyone would have to admit that someone stupid enough to eat that much pie pretty much deserved whatever they got. His amusement, however, passed when he noticed that he had quite a predicament. He could take Harry somewhere more suitable, such as to Madam Pomfrey, or he could leave him. After a quick moment of thought, Draco yawned deeply, stretching his arms upwards in a fit of weariness. Stepping over Harry, Draco headed toward his dorm.

About five steps later he paused and turned back to glance at the unmoving body. Everyone was still eating supper, as Harry had left right after eating dessert (which he ate before anything else). As such, it would only be a little while before Harry's friends poured out ready to peel him off the floor and take him to their dorm. Mind you, at the same time his friends came out of the Great Hall, so would the rest of the entire student body, which, on the whole, was a lot of people. Now as much as Draco greatly disliked Harry, maybe even hated him, he did not wish him to be smothered and trampled to death. That in itself was a little bit of a daunting way to die, and he definitely didn't want that on his conscience. If he wanted to do something dreadfully sneaky and devious he could just kill Harry now while he was unconscious, but the whole leaving him to be trampled to death was a little much.

Mind you, it would be nice to not have to listen to the prat...Draco mentally slapped himself. There was nothing evil in killing someone accidentally. Would the Dark Lord be impressed when he found out that Draco had left Harry to die? No, he would not. He would, however, be impressed when Draco pulled off a particularly clever plan involving deviously thought out actions and a lot of manipulative behaviour which would eventually result in malicious stabbing of the back. And with that thought, Draco let out a huge sigh and began to scoop Harry into his arms. Well, he sort of just picked up Harry's arms, and pretty much just dragged him to the hospital wing, but saying he scooped him up into his arms sounded so much more....manly.

He soon found the ward empty of anyone and sighed yet again. He dragged Harry right beside a bed. Biting his lip, he looked down upon the heap of limbs and almost wished he'd left Harry to die for the sole reason that actually getting him onto the bed would be unnecessarily hard. Draco scrunched up his nose at that thought. That definitely sounded very wrong. After a moment of thought he bent down and grabbed Harry's arms again and pulled him up into an almost standing position with Harry leaning against him. Draco put his arms around Harry's waist and sort of flopped him onto the bed. He shifted around a bit and soon found himself and Harry situated horizontally on the bed.

Draco had every intention of getting off of Harry. However, now that he was lying on top of Harry, and his legs had somehow managed to get in between Harry's, he found that he felt suddenly oh so sleepy. Harry was, after all, surprisingly soft, and very comfortable. Even so, Draco still had every intention of getting off of Harry, but, at the exact moment he began to get off of him, he passed out. His head landed slowly and comfortably on Harry's chest and the boys lay there, for all the world looking like they'd done it a million times. Which they had, even if they hadn't known it at the time.

It wasn't in anyway intended to be mean. It was meant to be a harmless, innocent prank to teach Harry a lesson and allow his friends to laugh momentarily at him. It wouldn't be harsh laugh, merely a friendly teasing laugh. If only it had turned out that way.

The potion gives whoever drinks it a horrendous stomach ache right before they fall into a deep, deep sleep. Of course, the effect on your stomach comes from inside, but you can still fall asleep from the fumes. It's quite needless to say, but if Draco had had any clue to the fact that Harry's pie had contained this potion he would have plugged his nose and run away without a second glance. The sad truth was that Harry's friends arrived to scrape him off the floor seconds after Draco turned the corner on his way to the hospital wing.

Draco sighed contentedly. He felt warm and lazy, a soft bed beneath him that seemed as if it were made for him, moulded and formed to fit his body perfectly. Draco moved his head slightly, brushing it gently across what was beneath him. It seemed to breathe with him, an exhale greeted with another, a moving beneath his head for every single breath taken. It was this that startled him- after all, beds don't breathe.

Confused, he opened his eyes. There, standing at the door of the hospital wing, stood Ron Weasley, his eyes wide and his face as white as a ghost's.

"Weasley?" he whispered as he lifted his head.

Dumbledore looked up from his desk and surveyed Minerva. "Whatever is the matter?" he asked pleasantly as he popped a lemon drop in his mouth. She wrung her hands nervously and frowned.

"I have a bad feeling; it's as if something very wrong is going on." Her frown deepened and Dumbledore replied with a thoughtful "hmmm" and tapped his lip. This went on for about three seconds before an earsplitting scream perforated the quiet of the school. Jumping a great three feet in the air, Minerva's eyes became the size of bowling balls as she landed awkwardly on her chair, her hair for once untidy and frizzed.

"Well," Dumbledore said pleasantly not seeming to see her changed appearance. "I'd say that says it all."

Draco winced and recoiled closer to the warmth beneath him. With an intake of breath that signalled how shocked he was at his own actions, he looked down and had an even larger intake of breath. Beneath him was the sleeping form of Harry Potter. His eyes felt like they'd fall out as he contemplated the gravity of the situation. Yes, he was lying on Potter, on a bed, but, that didn't mean anything...had... happened, now did it? Well, yes, unfortunately it usually did.

"Listen, Weasley, it's not what it looks like." He raised his hands to help try and explain himself, which, as he soon found, was a very bad idea. Without the support of his hands he fell forward and his face landed so close to Harry's that they were touching, or rather their lips were touching.

Draco felt his face flush as red as Ron's hair. Now, he was not only caught lying on Harry, on a bed, but, he was caught kissing Harry, lying on top of him, on a bed. Oh, boy. Paralyzed with shock, Draco just stayed like that for a moment not really able to move just yet. Then, as if it couldn't get worse, Harry opened his eyes.

At first they were half closed, dreamy and sleepy, then they grew large with shock. Draco's face erupted into an even brighter scarlet colour. From somewhere behind him, Ron made a strangled noise. Draco knew that this would probably have been a very good time to move, but he was still rooted to the spot, and obviously, so was Harry.

"Oh my goodness!" Professor McGonagall paled and seemed to sway. At the sight of Professor McGonagall swaying, Draco suddenly regained control of his body and raised his head from Potter's face. Harry still seemed shocked and dazed, and was staring up at Draco with a scared expression.

"It's not what it looks like," Draco said defensively.

"Indeed, dear boy, then what is it?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he looked on with an amused yet happy expression.

"Yes indeed." Professor Snape walked into the room and immediately crossed his arms, a frown deeply etched across his face, the lines across his forehead more prominent. "I heard screaming and I do hope someone was in intense pain, otherwise they will regret dragging me away from my books- and may soon find themselves experiencing intense pain."

Ron let out a whimper as he stared at his friend, and the boy lying on top of him. Draco had before been thinking about jumping off of a bridge, but now he was thinking about pushing Snape off of a bridge, and possibly throwing Weasley off as well. The thought almost caused him to laugh, but wisely he decided this wasn't the time for it.

"Now, now, Severus, no need to get explicit, I'm sure they have a perfectly acceptable explanation for the situation." Draco breathed a sigh of relief. Dumbledore deserved all the lollipops in the world.

"You see, I was walking through the halls completely minding my own business when this

idiot-."

"Hey!" Apparently, being insulted was the only thing that would wake Harry out of his delirium.

"As I was saying, this 'thing'," Draco glared down at Harry, as though blaming him for all of his problems, "was moaning and groaning through the hallways." Harry glared back and Severus raised an eyebrow. "Exactly what I thought" he said, giving Snape a knowing glance. "Anyways, I saw him, then he puked all over my shoes, which, I may add, was a disgusting and completely-"

"Oh, get on with it!" Harry exclaimed, obviously annoyed.

"Then I was scared he would get trampled to death so I dragged him here and passed out on top of him." Draco smirked, convinced he had cleared his name of any implications the situation might have.

"I have one question," Snape droned on in a bored tone.

Draco quirked his brow. "What?"

"Why are you still lying on him?" A silence fell over the room as Draco's cheeks flared, yet again, as did Harry's. He looked down at the other boy then quickly scrambled off of him.

Dumbledore smiled as though enjoying a particularly good sweet and Draco happily contemplated feeding him to the giant squid. Snape scoffed at Draco's hurried scrambling and once again dampened Draco's chances of explaining the situation. "So, you're saying you simply passed out?"

"Well..." Draco thought for an explanation but couldn't find one. "Yes."

"Professor! Professor!" Hermione fell into the room panting.

"Oh goody, more people." Snape grimaced. Hermione clutched her side for a moment while she took in the scene. Her eyes grew wide. "Oh dear..." she said.

He should have known. Draco folded his arms and frowned, raising an eyebrow. "Oh dear is right."

"Miss Granger, you wouldn't happen to have anything to do with this, would you?" Dumbledore looked down at her expectantly. Hermione looked down at the floor guiltily and winced.

"I'm so sorry, Professor, I didn't know it would turn out like this, I really didn't." Her head hung sheepishly and she looked defeated, as though she were disgusted with herself. Draco felt his heart melt a little. She may be a Mudblood, and he could never, ever like her, but right at that moment, he felt a little bad for her. If there was anyone who knew what guilt felt like it was him and he could imagine what she was going through. Not that she was anywhere near being comparable to him.

"It was just a simple potion that would make Harry fall asleep; it was a stupid prank."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly. "Alright then, that settles it; I suppose there's nothing else really to see here."

Snape seemed shocked at that answer and spun towards Dumbledore. "Surely Ms. Granger should get a detention for this, it certainly inconvenienced Mr. Malfoy." Snape stared menacingly at Hermione, intent on making her feel his wrath.

"Come now, Severus, surely you did those things when you were a boy? It was a harmless prank and Mr. Malfoy being involved was purely an accident. In fact," he beamed at Draco, like an executioner beams at his prisoner, "I think Draco deserves points for his saving of Harry; he showed kindness in his thinking of others. Two hundred points for Slytherin." And with that, he turned and walked slowly from the room, his footsteps echoing with sickening thuds off of the encircling walls. McGonagall had at some point regained her composure and now seemed to think nothing more of the situation than some students getting into trouble; she didn't even seem to comprehend that something more could be going on. She turned and followed Dumbledore with her usual grace and air. Snape gave them all a last grim glance, stopping to glare especially at Draco, a message seeming to pass between the two. He turned and stalked off to his dungeons to do who knows what- probably tear apart some poor first year's Potions paper.

Draco's knuckles were white, his hands shaking from gripping them so hard. Two hundred points for saving Harry Potter, his sworn enemy. Two hundred points for working against the Dark Lord, his soon to be master, two hundred points. The words kept slithering through his head like vicious snakes, snapping at him every chance they got.

He heard a chuckle behind him. He turned around to see Harry sitting on the bed, his feet swaying over the edge and a huge smile plastered on his face. "That was certainly something wasn't it?" he said to Draco. He said it directly to Draco. Not to Hermione, to Draco.

"Yeah." With that he turned slightly again and clenched his teeth as Hermione smiled a sweet smile of relief. "I'm really sorry, Draco-"

"Shut up," he said on the edge of losing it, of exploding, his emotions fiery and uncontrollable, his whole body tense, muscles clenched. "Just shut up." He breathed quickly through his nose. He looked right at Harry who seemed confused, unsure of what was happening.

"But..." he faded off and it made Draco want to hit him, to take the puzzled, slightly hurt look off of his face.

"I am not your friend!" he screamed, breathing heavily, panting, his eyes wide. Harry seemed scared, taken aback, and he should. "I saved you so I could kill you myself!" Harry's brows knitted and he opened his mouth, parting the lips Draco had just unwittingly kissed slightly. Draco spun around and hurried toward the door, roughly shouldering Hermione aside. He opened the door then slammed it loudly behind him.

Without a glance behind him he ran, going nowhere, anywhere, just somewhere different. He was so stupid, so completely and utterly stupid. He should have left Harry there, who knows, he probably wouldn't have even been hurt. After all, luck was always on Harry Potter's side... he never got hurt. Angrily, Draco threw open the door of a broom closet to his left. He fell against the wall and slowly slid down, banging his head against the wall. He hadn't saved Harry so he could kill him, he'd saved him because he was weak and he couldn't even let someone get hurt indirectly. He was pitiful and now everyone would know it. You couldn't just save the boy who lived and get away with it without anyone knowing, without anyone caring. By tomorrow everyone in the school would know that he'd gone out of his way to save Harry, and then his father would, and then You-Know-Who would, and then his life would be over. Angry, frustrated sobs tore at the back of his throat like savage animals. No one knew what was going on- Harry didn't know, Dumbledore didn't know. No one knew what plans were being made. He would have to think, he would have to find a way out of this, he would have to do something, for Merlin's sake. He couldn't die because of Harry Potter, and he wouldn't die for him. He just needed to think.