Joined (A Drarry Fic Not Written By Me)

Part 1: Chapter 1

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were not friends. They were mortal enemies. They hated each other beyond belief. But this was the last thing running through his mind when Harry sprinted, with difficulty, on his way to the hospital wing. He had a terrible pain in his stomach, and chest, and all over... he clutched at his torso as he ran, squinting through the hallway that was becoming a messy blur... suddenly, he was knocked backward by something hard, which said "ow!"
He noticed that for an instant when he and the thing had touched, the pain had stopped.
With the help of the brief recovery, Harry was able to see just enough to make out Draco Malfoy on the floor, massaging his head.
Curious, Harry carefully moved his foot so that it just barely touched Draco's and was amazed as the pain eased.
"Potter, what do you think you're--- wait---" Draco had realized the ease in pain too. For Draco had been running for the same reason Harry was. A throbbing pain, but not a headache(as he had repeatedly told his teachers), had started in his head and he was trying to get to the hospital wing.
"I have to get to the hospital wing," Harry muttered, getting up, but immediately doubling over in pain, as Draco did the same.
He moved his foot to Draco's again. "Wait, you have the same thing as I do?" Harry said.
"That's ridiculous," Draco snapped. "Who else possibly has pain in their head that isn't a headache and that can't be cured? Except apparently when touching you," Malfoy said, saying the last bit under his breath.
"Well, I have the same thing, except in my chest and stomach," Harry said. "Is it just me, or does it seem to kind of... go away when I'm touching you?"
"What?!" Draco said in disgust. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"it's not hurting right now, is it? It's not hurting me."
"Wha--- but--- it can't---" Draco sputtered. "Fine, I admit it feels a bit better at the moment. But who says it's because of you? Maybe it's because... I'm lying on the floor!"
Harry moved his foot and he and Draco, still lying on the floor, felt the pain.
"Well maybe it's because of you for now," Draco said when Harry had moved his foot back. "But I think it's just a category that you may happen to fit into... like all guys, or--- or blokes with glasses."
"Let's go see Madam Pomfrey," Harry said.
"How are we supposed to get there if we're about to die from this... whatever this is?" Draco said.
"Well... I guess we have to be touching each other."
Draco made a face when Harry offered his hand. "I am NOT holding your hand, Potter."
Harry sighed. "Would you rather hold my hand or be 'about to die'?"
"Hm, well, personally, I think I'd rather die."
Harry sighed again. "Well, I wouldn't." Harry told hold of Draco's elbow and dragged him to the hospital wing.

"Hmm... I think this is a special kind of bonding magic," Madam Pomfrey said. "Yes, here it is. It appears to occur with two people who are supposedly going to need each other in the future."
The two boys looked at each other.
"I don't need him!" Draco protested loudly.  
"Well, your bond seems to think otherwise. You don't know the future," Madam Pomfrey said.
"You're perfectly fine as long as you keep touching each other. You may go."
In stunned silence, Harry and Draco, now regretfully holding fingers, left the hospital wing. They walked in awkward silence until each other them tried to turn a different way. "Oh... where are we going to sleep and all? We aren't in the same house," Harry remarked.
"I noticed, Potter. Weren't you listening? Pomfrey said we could use the Room of Requirement."
"Oh. You know about that?"
"I just mentioned it, didn't I?"
The boys walked to the corridor containing the secret room and thought about what they needed as they walked past the wall three times. They stopped as a large door materialized in front of their eyes. They entered and found a large room, colored very modernly, with a two-person bed, a couch, and a number of other things that would make them as comfortable as possible. Well, almost.
"Oh," Draco said, looking at the bed. "Oh..."
"Oh what?"
"OH, haven't you noticed the bed?" Draco said irritably. "There's only one. Which means we're enemies and I hate you and we have to sleep in the same bed!"
"Oh..."
"Yes, oh."
"This is going to take some getting used to," Harry said, dragging Draco over and sitting on the couch.
"Obviously," Draco said. He sighed. "I hate you, Potter."
"Hate you too, Malfoy."
They sat in silence for a few minutes before Harry said casually, "I have to pee."
Draco slapped a hand to his forehead. "Ugh, how're we supposed to take care of something like that?"
"I dunno. Maybe I can reach my hand up over the wall for you to hold?"
"That'll put an awful lot of strain on your arm. And mine."
"It's better than having to watch," Harry said, smirking.
Draco shivered. "Ulgh. Wonderfully mature image to put into my head, Potter."
"You're welcome," Harry said. "We have a lot to get used to..."