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The next morning, Harry was late for breakfast, rushing in half way through, his robes messy and his tie hanging loosely around his neck. He almost ran straight past the Slytherin table, and would have done too if Blaise hadn't grabbed him and pulled him to the Slytherin table.

Harry found himself sitting between Draco and Blaise as they put a plate of scrambled eggs on toast in front of him, Draco exasperatedly doing his tie for him.

"What-" Harry began to ask before Pansy shoved a knife and fork in his hands.

"We tried to wake you up, but couldn't figured something like this would happen, so we prepared." Theo said, gesturing for Harry to eat.

Harry was confused, but did as he was told, doing his best to ignore Draco fussing around with his robes. Who knew it would be so distracting to have an attractive man so close, fussing over  your clothes as you tried to eat?

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Harry actually managed to pay attention in class for once this year. It was much easier now that he knew the text books as well as Hermione did and he hadn't been seriously sleep deprived. His handwriting was still far worse than hers, but he actually had useful notes, still less than the girl who would probably write down every word the teacher said.

Thankfully Harry didn't have History of Magic that day, he didn't like the idea of waking up screaming in the middle of a classroom, he had already done it in a room filled with Slytherins, even woke some up who weren't in the room. Unfortunately, he did have DADA, and with Umbridge and a book that's been memorised from sleepless nights, they aren't that different.

Harry wasn't sure exactly when he started to doze off, he knew that it wasn't long enough for him to actually fall asleep, but it was long enough for him to be out of touch with reality. Umbridge slammed a fist down on the table in front of her, apparently she had been going on about some Ministry thing with the book and noticed he wasn't paying attention. 

"Mr Potter, sleeping in my class? I guess you won't mind another month of detentions." She said, sounding as though she was doing a poor job of imitating an anime girl.

Harry didn't say anything, keeping his head down as McGonagall had told him, knowing that arguing would only make things worse. Sitting a few seats away, Draco was fuming. Harry had fallen asleep because he was bloody exhausted and finally got a good night's rest. Why was he just taking this!?

First he was going to talk to Snape, those detentions may only be writing lines but a month for almost falling asleep when anyone with eyes could see he was burnt out!? Snape would be able to at least reduce it, if not remove it. Then, he would write to his father about this. Umbridge was clearly abusing her power. It was only self preservation and evidence collection for later. She would be out of two jobs before the end of the year. 

That old fool really had lost it, letting someone like her within ten feet of the school, not to mention changing Saint Potter to Slytherin! He honestly wasn't complaining about the second one, he really enjoyed getting to know the boy better, although next Hogsmeade weekend he would be replacing all those rags he called clothes. That being said, you'd have to be blind to think he wasn't a Gryffindor, and only other Slytherins knew how close knit all the snakes are.

"Unless you want to add two months, tell us what the sixth chapter is talking  about." Umbridge said, trying to sound cute and sweet, but achieving the opposite.

Draco noticed the nervous look from Hermione as Harry recited the sixth chapter and summarised what it was saying, sounding rather like the girl who was currently consuming Draco's curiosity. Harry had obviously lied when he said the detentions were just lines. Nobody, not even Granger, looked at someone with that level of concern over lines.

This means that the detention is either something embarrassing, or illegal. Now knowing of Harry's nightmare problem and insistence upon dealing with his problems himself, Draco was inclined to think it was the latter.

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That evening, after before the banquet at the Great Hall, while Pansy was doing Harry's makeup, Draco went to tell Snape about the situation with the detentions. After a lot of arguing, Snape managed to get Umbridge to drop the month of detentions, claiming Potter was having difficulty settling in to the Slytherin dorms.

After the situation with the unfair detentions was dealt with, Draco told Snape about his suspicions. The professor looked done, and just pinched his nose, sighing.

"Wait for him to finish his detention, claim you were going to give him Dreamless Sleep or something, find a way to check for it." Snape said, turning to walk back into his office before turning back and adding, "Make sure it's just the two of you. Potter doesn't seem to like crowds. Pretty sure that's the only reason he took the potion last night, he couldn't be asked questions if he was asleep."

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That night's detention was the worst one yet. Clearly Umbridge was mad about something, but what he wasn't sure. She kept him writing until the page was unreadable from the amount of excess blood on it and it was impossible to see anything but your own face through the window, even when there was no light source.

Harry was light headed as he left the office. He forgot to bandage the wound as he slowly made his way back to the Slytherin common room, leaving a trail of blood behind him from his dripping hand that was refusing to slow down the bleeding, let alone heal.

Harry was impressed with himself when he found himself at the blank stretch of wall that was actually the entrance to the Slytherin common room, having spent around an hour at the wrong stretch of wall.

Now he was here, however, he realised it was more than possible that the other Slytherins would be awake still, but he didn't want to add hypothermia to the long list of things wrong with him, so he entered the common room.

Unlike before, he found the common room empty. He barely made it to the nearest armchair before he collapsed, feeling his heart rate spike as he heard a voice from what he had thought was a pile of blankets ask "what time do you call this?"