"I understand. But I want to help... so if there's anything I can do...."
                              
"You can kiss me," Draco said, suddenly, realizing that he wanted Harry to erase the... dirtiness he felt. 
                              
"Really?" Harry said, surprised. 
                              
"Yes... please...."
                              
Harry slowly lifted out of his chair and his hand gently traced his face, before he leaned forward and his lips slowly met Draco's. Draco didn't balk. He knew it was Harry. He tasted like he should and Draco pushed his tongue into the soft, warm space of Harry's mouth. Draco didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around him awkwardly, as he was still standing. Draco growled and pulled him into bed, to his opposite side. Harry made some surprised gasps, but Draco never let him get a word out.
                              
Draco captured his face with his hands, kissing him with such a desperation that Harry was out of breath. Harry never stopped though. He wanted more. His hands gripped his shirt and Draco didn't mind, as he rolled on top. He broke their kiss for a few seconds to stare into the bright green eyes of his boyfriend. He saw nothing but love and admiration. He was full of life... light and pure. Draco kissed him, again and then made his way down his neck. Harry tilted his head up to give him more access. Draco's fingers found the buttons of his pajamas and started undoing them.
                              
"Ahem," the matron coughed, loudly.
                              
Draco jumped to the side, off Harry, who sat up quickly.
                              
"And this is why I don't let visitors stay overnight, Mr. Potter! He needs rest not... fornication!"
                              
Draco laughed at Harry's embarrassed face, but said, "It was m-my fault, Madam P-Pomfrey."
                              
"It does not matter! I never... even Blaise didn't misbehave in here!" she huffed, and Harry quickly got out of bed.
                              
"I'm sorry... we just got carried away," Harry said, apologetically.
                              
"He's here to recover!"
                              
"I'm fine... I feel better. Can I go?" Draco asked, hopefully.
                              
The matron looked at him with a sad expression. "I'm sorry, Mr. Malfoy. I'm not releasing you so soon after last night's incident."
                              
His happiness deflated immediately, and she noticed. She came over and fixed him with her eyes. "I know that is not what you want to hear. Your mood shifts too much and you need to stabilize. I want you to stay here until Monday morning, okay?"
                              
He nodded, recognizing that the Despair Potion was causing that, and the old healer turned to Harry.
                              
"Now, you, Mr. Potter. Accosting someone who is in the hospital wing? How dare you!" 
                              
Harry blushed and Draco laughed quietly. 
                              
"I was the one pulling him onto bed," Draco said, jovially.
                              
"It does not matter. I should ban you from the hospital wing!" she grumbled.
                              
Draco paled, but Harry lifted his head. "I won't go."
                              
"I figured that out. You are not out of it, either. The headmistress was not pleased about your threat to self-harm. You are a patient, now, too. Now, go lay down and you will take your potions."
                              
Harry gave him a small smile and sulked over to the other bed. Madam Pomfrey went and got their potions, and Harry drank his without complaint. Draco watched his reaction carefully. Harry went from being tense and embarrassed, to calm and breathing easier. He was stressed out, that was for sure. Madam Pomfrey came to him next, doing some spells with her wand and then telling him to drink his potions. He complied and tried to copy the reactions that he had seen from Harry, but Madam Pomfrey did not buy it. She ran her diagnostic spells, again, and seemed confused.