História Joined - Chapter 5

The next morning, Draco woke up, and his and Harry's hands were not bound, but there was no pain either. 'That's weird,' he thought. He got up and walked away, but there was still no pain. "Huh," Draco said. "Well, what am I doing in here? I can go back to the Slytherin common room." He started to walk away when Harry called his name.
Draco turned to find Harry, in bed, his shirt off, looking extremely attractive- wait what?
Draco gaped at Harry, both because he looked good and because he was shocked that he thought so. 'No,' he thought, 'you are not going to start liking Harry Potter. What would your father say?' But a desire unlike any other appeared and a voice snaked into his mind. "Look at him," it said. "Don't you just want to attack that? Don't you just want to kiss him?"
No, I don't, Draco thought back sternly. Yet he found himself walking closer to Harry. He was back in bed, lips drawing closer to Harry's...

"No!" Draco shouted.
"Whatsamatter?" Harry said, startling awake.
Draco looked at him. "What's the matter? WHAT'S THE MATTER?! WE JUST FREAKING KISSED, THAT'S WHAT'S THE MATTER! WHY IS IT SO DARK IN HERE?!"
Harry put his glasses on. "Because it's two in the morning," Harry said. "And what do you mean, we just... kissed?"
"We just... I went to leave, and you called me... and then I was next to you and we were kissing..."
"How were you about to leave without me?"
"Our hands weren't bound anymore and it didn't hurt, so I thought I'd-"
"Draco, I think that was a dream," Harry said. "Are hands are still bound and we definitely didn't kiss."
"A... a dream..." Why on earth would he dream of such a thing? Well, dreams aren't always what you want, Draco told himself. There's such thing as a nightmare. Yeah, that's what it was. A nightmare. He would never kiss Potter in real life.
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The next day in Charms class, Harry almost fell asleep on Draco's shoulder again.
"Harry, what are you doing?"
"I'm tired."
"Why? It's not because I woke you up after..." Draco turned a bit pink.
"No, I'm just tired for some reason..."
"You're really warm."
"You're welcome."
"No, I mean unnaturally warm..." Draco put a hand to Harry's forehead. "Yeah, you're hot," he said.
"Why thank you, Draco," Harry said, smirking.
A bunch of students were looking at them, making Draco go pink again. "Apparently, having a fever does not squash your horribleness," Draco said. He raised his hand. "Professor, Harry's not feeling well. Can we go to the hospital wing?"
Professor Flitwick nodded.

"Yes, Potter's got a fever all right," Madam Pomfrey said. "I have something that will work, but it takes a whole night. You'll have to stay here with him, Mr. Malfoy."
"Alright," Draco said. "Try not to get me sick, will you?"
"EYE can't help it if YOU get sick," Harry said.
"Still. Your temperature is pretty high. I don't want it."
"You're so insensitive," Harry said, kicking him lightly.
"I know," Draco said, grinning.

That night, Harry and Draco finally went to bed. Draco shifted alot; Harry felt really warm, yet he kept shivering. Draco threw the blankets off of him and felt the cool surrounding air. But then it made him cold. He put part of the blankets over him, and looked over at Harry, who was sweating, but shivering. Draco reached over, got a washcloth, and started to mop the sweat of Harry's forehead. Then he cautiously put his arms around Harry to warm him up. Harry's eyes snapped open. "Draco?... what are you doing?"
"Er... you were shivering, so... I thought I'd try to warm you up," Draco said, blushing furiously.
Harry smiled. "You could've just put another blanket on me," he said.
"Well... there weren't any extra blankets around," Draco said, frantically trying to reach a knit blanket on the floor with his leg and shove it under the bed out of sight.
"Mm. Okay. Well, thanks," Harry said.
"Er... sure," Draco said, his cheeks still warm. He was remembering the dream he had had.
"Draco, do you like me?" Harry said out of the blue.
"What?! No! Of course not!" Draco said quickly.
"Not even as a friend? I like you as a friend."
"Oh... as a friend. Yes, you're alright as a friend."
"...What did you think I meant?"
"Er, nothing... you're delirious with fever. Goodnight."
"Goodnight..."