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Madam Pomfrey saw them both separately.
She cleaned Harry up but unfortunately his cuts would only scab over, not healing fully due to the spell damage but they would heel naturally over time.
Thank Merlin.
Draco’s cut on the back of his head healed perfectly but the slight concussion he received from the force of the blow would also heal naturally and needed to be monitored.
After a couple of days in the infirmary, sleeping and resting Harry finally gathered his Gryffindor courage and pulled himself out of bed and yanked back the curtain to Draco’s cot.
He slowly sat down on the edge of Draco’s bed but the blonde never spoke.
“I’m sorry.”
Draco frowned, “What in Salazar’s name do you have to be sorry for?”
“Moody- Crouch,” he corrected, “He got to me. Inside my head, tried to turn me against you.”
Draco sat up and winced at his still prominent headache, “Harry, it’s fine.”
“No. It’s not.” He took Draco’s hand, “I should never have doubted you, after everything you have done for me, for us. You got your head bashed in for my mistake.”
“Don’t be dramatic darling, you were in shock, suffering from blood loss and had just been through an entirely traumatic event-”
“Darling?” Harry smiled at him.
Draco sniffed and looked away, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Harry pointed at him, “You called me darling.”
Draco put his nose in the air, “I’m severely concussed, I have no idea what I'm saying.”
“Now who’s being dramatic?”
Draco chuckled before whining at the pain in his head, “Don’t make me laugh, I’m injured.”
Harry laughed and took Draco’s hand, “I love you, Draco Malfoy.”
“I love you too, Harry Potter.”
"We will deal with the rest of this later." Draco offered.
"Sounds good to me." Harry sighed and lay down in the bed next to Draco, "Scooch over would you?"
"I hate you."