We'll walk this road together, through the storm
Whatever weather, cold or warm
Just let you know that, you're not alone
"Not Afraid" by Eminem
Thunder flashed, the rain poured. Draco Malfoy was already drenched, but he had long since stopped caring. He quickened his step. He had to get there, he just had to. Draco crossed a street, not even bothering to check if the light was green or not. The rain fell harder.
Draco started to run. Almost desperate. Was he there? Was he okay? It was that damn thunder, as soon as Draco heard it in the distance; he knew he had to be there. Storms, always storms.
The bus had only taken him so far. Not nearly far enough. Draco splashed through puddles, bolting past a homeless man using a newspaper to try to keep himself wet. Normally Draco would have stopped to help, but not today. He needed to get there, not even a second could be spared.
He ignored another street light. Taking a shortcut through an alley. It was nearing midnight, he knew it was a risk to go this way, but it was one he was willing to take. He didn't matter any more. Not him. Someone else. His life. His everything. Curled up in a ball somewhere, afraid of the storm.
Draco reached the apartment building, he didn't even bother to knock to have the door opened. He ran around the back, easily scaling the fence and slipping in through the back door. Most of the residents knew him, so he didn't worry.
He hardly noticed the three flights of stairs he climbed, taking them three at a time. He reached the door. It was unlocked. Draco had tried to tell him to lock his door before, but he never did. And for once in his life, Draco was thankful for it.
He barreled through the small hallway into the living room. There he was, his love. He'd wrapped himself in a blanket, curled up. To anyone else he would have looked asleep, but Draco knew otherwise. Draco knew he was falling apart behind that mask of clam and rest.
"Harry," Draco croaked quietly, stumbling forward to the couch, falling on his knees next to him, not caring if he was dripping water everywhere.
"Harry, it's me, it's okay, I'm here," Draco whispered softly, reaching and running a pale hand through Harry's dark locks. Harry opened his eyes, bright green met gray for just an instant.
"Draco?" Harry whispered softly, Draco could hear the fear in his voice. It was the storms, always the storms.
"Yes Harry, it's me, Draco, I'm here, it's okay now," Draco replied.
"You're all wet," Harry commented softly. Draco just smiled.
"The weather wasn't very forgiving today," he replied. Harry almost smiled.
"I thought you weren't going to come."
"I'll always come," Draco replied, "always. Rain, shine, blizzard, I'll always be there when you need me. Even when you don't think you do. You'll never be alone, Harry, never."
"Draco?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you." Harry reached out and hugged him, pulling him closer, wet clothes long since forgotten. Draco just held him tight. The journey was long but with Harry at the end it was always worth it, always.