Broken Without a Fix

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Harry shook his head as if trying to deny what Draco had said. Of course Lucius Malfoy must love his son at least a little. To have a child and not love them at all would be a terrible thing, Harry imagined, for the parent and the child.

Harry unbuttoned his shirt slowly to reveal a pale sculpted chest.

"Oh Potter, I knew you were always looking at me funny."

"Malfoy, it's just I never knew that ferrets could weight lift."

Malfoy's smirk was wiped clean off his face as he pulled a curtain around his bed. When he emerged, he was wearing the loose-fitting pajama bottoms of the Infirmary.

"I bet you just touched yourself, Malfoy."

"You wish."

Soon, they were both in complete Infirmary uniform and into bed.

"Malfoy?"

"Potter..."

"Don't you ever think about what would have happened if I had taken your hand on the train that day in first year?"

"Oh yes Potter. This is the ultimate question of the universe."

"Really though."

"Yah I guess once in a while I think about it but not really. Why?"

"I don't know. But if I had, I would have probably been sorted into Slytherin and then we would be friends. We'd be perfectly fine and whoever did this might not have such a large motive."

"Why would whoever did this have a large motive?"

"I don't know, but I think someone did this specifically because we don't even know each other."

"I guess that makes sense," Draco said. "Sort of."

They both quieted for a while and soon Harry saw Draco push his head deeper into his pillow, signifying that he would soon give into sleep.

"Goodnight Malfoy."

"Goodnight Potter."

***

"Wake up boys!" Madame Pomfrey called.

Draco stirred in his bed, silently begging her to leave them alone.

"What time is it?" Draco heard Harry ask.

"Eight 'o' clock sharp," she responded softly. "Direct orders from Dumbledore to try some tests and counter curses on you boys this morning. Get dressed."

Draco's sheets were pulled off him and he was greeted by the sight of Madame Pomfrey smiling cruelly with wool sheets in her hand.

"Up. Now," she said and Draco obeyed. He sat up in bed rubbing his eyes and looked to where Potter sat in his bed with jeans and a sweatshirt on. He was hugging his knees as if cold and he was looking around the Infirmary as if bored.

"You might want to get dressed," Harry said without looking to Draco.

Draco grumbled quietly and set to the task of picking an outfit. He had a limited supply of muggle clothes, so he quickly chose jeans similar to Potter's and a green sweatshirt.

"Alright now," Pomfrey said loudly as if speaking to a large audience. "Boys, this way if you please."

She led them to a small room which Draco had never noticed. It was plain white and contained a small rectangular table with three chairs at it. Potter took a chair on one side and Draco took a chair directly next to it as Pomfrey took the solitary chair on the opposite side of the table.

"Okay boys," she said, consulting a piece of parchment. "Sleeves up. Blood test quickly to test for foreign poisons or potions in your body."

They both obeyed and Madame Pomfrey pulled two small needles and two small vials out of her pocket. She attached one needle to the top of one vial and did the same with the other.

"Potter," she said as his name appeared on the bottle with a poke of her wand. He held out his arm and she quickly poked the needle in. He didn't flinch as his blood filled the vile. She opened up a small bottle which she had also produced from her pocket and she dripped three drops of purple liquid on his arm, where the blood disappeared and the tiny cut healed.

"Malfoy," Pomfrey said as she jabbed her wand at the second vile. Draco saw his own name appear on it and he thrust his arm towards her. She quickly poked the needle into his arm and he avoided looking at the vile as he felt his blood drain into it.

"Done," she noted as she poured a few drops of purple liquid onto his arm. It burned slightly, but the cut was gone.

Madame Pomfrey pulled a small piece of parchment and a quill from a bag at her side and set them on the table. She opened the top of each of Harry's and Draco's vials and allowed three drops to spill onto the parchment where they grouped together in one small puddle.

Eye of newt

Fresh rose's stem

Give me a clue

What has befallen them?

She wrote these words with their blood, dipping the quill into the blood puddle once in a while. She then produced her wand and muttered something under her breath. A gasp escaped her throat as these words appeared upon the page:

"No such luck"

She pulled another piece of parchment from her bag and wrote upon it once again.

Softest silk

Smoothest velvet

Be so kind

Reveal the secret

She tapped her wand to the page again and let out a sigh as yet another message appeared on it.

"No thank you"

"One last try," Madame Pomfrey whispered to herself as she produced one last piece of parchment from her bag.

This is no game

The befallen is youth

I command you now

Reveal the truth

She tapped her wand to the page and almost looked away as another message formed on the paper.

"No one commands me"

She piled the parchment on top of each other and set them in a manila folder which she brought from her bag. Clearly written across the top of it was "Potter/Malfoy Polyjuice."

"Alright boys," she sighed. "You may go back to your beds and wait as I take your blood samples to Professor Snape. In maybe an hour or so, Dumbledore will work it out to have the Prefects' bathroom free for your use."

"Right-o," Draco said as he pushed his chair away from the table and walked slowly back towards his bed. He lay back on it and let out a few harsh breaths.

"Malfoy..." Harry said.

"Potter?"

"We've got visitors..."

Draco shot out of his bed as Hermione Granger strolled through the Hospital Wing towards them.

"Am I me or you?" Draco asked suddenly.

"I don't know!" Harry hissed. "Just be Harry and I'll be Draco and she won't notice much. We can break it to her later."

"Hey Harry!" Hermione said as she approached where Draco stood. She leaned in to give him a kiss and he closed his eyes with a tiny grimace as her lips touched his. As he pulled away, he saw Harry clenches his hands to keep them busy.

"And Malfoy..." Hermione said quietly to Harry.

"Pleasure to see you Granger," Harry said regally with a smirk which looked amazingly close to Draco's actual smirk.

"I see you haven't changed much in the attitude area," Hermione said sharply to Harry and Harry's eyes darkened for a moment as if he would break in and tell her what had happened. But he soon recovered.

"Ah, Hermione," Draco said uneasily. "How has Weas-Ron been lately?"

"He's okay...but we're all sort of worried about you Harry. Why do you have to stay here? Why can't you come back to the dormitory?"

"Dumbledore won't say. He just wants us to stay here," Draco said as he chanced a glance at Harry and saw him nod his head slightly.

"Well that is way too bad," Hermione said as she set a hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Oh enough!" Harry screamed. "Enough! Enough! Enough!"

"Malfoy?" Hermione asked. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you?"

"I AM NOT MALFOY!" Harry screamed. "I AM HARRY JAMES POTTER OF GRIMMAULD PLACE!"

"What?" Draco and Hermione said in unison.

"Malfoy, drop the shit now!" Harry screamed at Draco. "Or I swear to god..."

"Yes sir," Draco said as he turned from Harry to Hermione and shook her hand. "Hello pleasure to meet you. I'm Draco Lucifer Malfoy. That there is Harry Potter. Have fun."

And Draco plopped back down in his bed.

"What?" Hermione asked perplexed.

"Let me explain," Harry said as he took Hermione's hand and led her to his bed where she sat down cringing as if it really were Malfoy's bed. "Polyjuice Potion gone wrong. We're stuck in each other. No cure for now. Long story. Dumbledore told us to try and keep it quiet. I'm sorry Hermione. I love you."

"Harry?" she asked him as she looked deep into his grey eyes. "Is that really you in there behind those eyes? Beyond that blonde hair? Tell me something only we would know if you are really Harry James Potter."

"When I kiss behind your ears, your toes go numb," Harry said quietly.

"Harry!" Hermione screamed as she pounced onto him and kissed him harshly on the mouth. "Oh I knew it! What happened?"

"Hm hm," someone said clearly from the opposite side of the Hospital Wing.

Pansy Parkinson stood with her hands behind her back standing on her tip toes at the end of Draco's bed. Draco's face had gone stark white and Harry's black hair shone brightly like coal on snow.

"Hermione Granger you bitch," Pansy said quietly. "Get your hands off my boyfriend right now or I swear to Jesus and Mary in heaven that you will need a bed in this hospital wing when I am through with you."

"Pansy..." Draco started, but she cut him off.

"Potter. Mind shutting up for about ten minutes? No one fucking cares what you have to say right now. No one usually cares what you have to say, but everyone only listens to you because you have a big fat scar on your big fat head!"

"Pansy, I can explain," Hermione said from where she was sitting on Harry's chest.

"No!" she screamed. "No! Get off him now or I will pull you off him by your hair!"

"Just wait a minute Pansy," Hermione pleaded.

But Pansy had already stridden across the room and put her fingers in Hermione's hair.

"Off. Now," Pansy commanded. Hermione pulled her hands off of Harry in Draco's body and raised them in the air. She attempted to slide her legs slowly away from Draco's body, but Pansy had jerked hard and removed a few strands of her hair.

"OUCH!" Hermione squealed as she leaped off Harry and jumped onto Pansy where they resorted to old fashioned cat fighting. Draco peeled Pansy off Hermione and Harry took a hold of Hermione.

"Pansy," Draco whispered in her ear. "Out. Now." And he flung her hard on the floor where she scuttled to a standing position and ran out through the Infirmary doors.

"I gotta go back to Ron now, Harry," Hermione said to Harry quietly and she reached up and kissed his face. Draco brought a hand to his own face where Hermione had kissed Harry. Somehow it made him smile to watch Hermione Granger kiss the face of Draco Malfoy.

"Goodbye," Harry whispered to her as she walked out the Infirmary doors.