Alternate scene to chapter 12, right after Draco saves Harry from the Lethifold:
Draco rushed to Harry's side. He dropped to his knees and skidded the rest of the way to the prone boy. "You all right, Harry?" he asked warily, instinctively probing Harry's arm.
Immediately, the two boys where surrounded by a translucent black orb. Draco, whose veins were still filled with adrenaline from the attack, gasped sharply. Harry's presence was felt so strongly inside the sphere that there was no doubt about him being alive.
"I'm - all right, - no thanks - to you," Harry said between ragged breaths.
I just saved your life, you ungrateful git, Draco thought back.
"Well, that wouldn't have been necessary if you hadn't disarmed me. Now, would it?"
"I thought you were going to kill yourself," Draco said, sounding offended.
"Why would I do a stupid thing like that?" Harry asked angrily.
"Er..." Draco said, and then thought, Because doing stupid things is your second trademark, right after 'Harry Potter - the Boy Who Lived'
"Oh, Shut up, Malfoy," Harry fumed.
"I did shut up," Draco said smartly. "Not my fault you can hear what I think."
"You could break the sphere," Harry insisted.
"You could do the same, if you wanted to," Draco shot back, not giving the slightest sign of wanting to move.
"Right," Harry used Draco's famous drawl on that single word. "Only, you're holding me down. And even if you weren't, I'm not sure I'm ready to move just yet."
Draco stared at his left hand, pinning Harry's arm to the floor. His right hand had at some stage travelled to the side of Harry's face. It wasn't actually touching him, but Draco could see the other boy's point. Still, he didn't move.
Harry stared straight into Draco's steel-grey eyes. The metal coldness in them seemed somewhat faltered. His own emerald eyes were filled with concern. "All right," he said eventually, and then, with a very official tone, added: "Thank you for saving my life."
Draco stayed as still as an ice statue.
What else, Malfoy? Harry thought, annoyed.
You know, this is probably the last time we're able to communicate this way, Draco thought sadly.
Harry seemed like he wanted to say something sarcastic, but couldn't come up with anything to match the occasion. "We can still talk," he said.
It's not the same thing.
"No, it isn't," Harry agreed, still staring into Draco's eyes.
"Come on," Draco said, standing up abruptly. "I'll help you get into a bed. The others will be here soon, and Sirius will sooner kill me than let me explain what you're doing on the floor." He helped Harry stand on wobbly legs, and as was quickly turning into a habit, supported him through the length of the infirmary. Only after Harry was safely deposited in one of the hospital beds did he move back, breaking the black sphere that had held the two boys together until then.
Harry sat up, seeming in reasonable health. "Draco?" he said, using the other boy's first name.
Draco waited.
"Thanks."
The blonde boy smiled, more to himself than to anyone else. Then, he turned away from his friend.
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