A/N Hi, um first of all thank you if you're reading this. It's not my first fanfic I've written, just the first I've finished and published... uhm I'm quite nervous. This plot was randomly in my head when I woke up one day, I don't think I dreamt about it but who knows.
Hope you enjoy =D
No one better.
Harry hadn't been in the dorm room when Ron had finally gotten out of bed. Ron assumed he'd be in the common room, probably with Hermione. So when Hermione said she hadn't seen him, the redhead had started to worry.
The witch, being logical as always said, "This is Harry we're talking about, he's either wondering the castle with the map or him and Draco are walking around outside."
Ron had to agree with her, so they had gone down to breakfast. Being Saturday breakfast ran later than usual so they had still been able to have some, since Ron had taken forever to get out of bed. They decided that Harry was roaming the castle by himself again, as Draco had been at the Slytherin table when the two Gryffindor's had walked into the Great Hall hand in hand.
Draco had noticed the two walking in… or rather he had noticed that his boyfriend wasn't with them. He didn't think anything of it though; he knew Harry was probably walking aimlessly around the castle trying to find parts of it that the original Marauders hadn't. It wasn't going to happen, but Harry was determined so Draco didn't have the heart to tell him.
After breakfast Ron and Hermione could be found in the common room writing their essays for potions that were due on Monday. Well, Hermione was writing the essay; Ron was doodling on his parchment.
"Excuse me Miss Granger, Mr Weasley?"
One of the first years was standing at the end of their table, fidgeting a bit.
"What do you want?" snapped Ron, followed closely with an "oomph" after a well-placed kick from Hermione.
"What is it honey?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Um well, Miss Granger, it's about Mr Potter…" the first year said wearily.
"It's Hermione. And what about Harry?"
"Uh, well… Hermione, you see I was sitting over there when I heard a tapping and when I looked at the window there was an owl…"
"And how does this have anything to do with Harry?" Ron interrupted.
"Shut up Ron!"
"Sorry Mione" he mumbled.
"Go on dear."
The first year took a deep breath before continuing, "So as I was saying there was an owl and when I opened the window for it, I happen to look out and well, uh, I saw Mr Potter come out of the forbidden forest. He didn't look well Miss… umm Hermione. He was kind of stumbling and then he collapsed against a tree…"
Hermione sucked in a breath and Ron swore. This wasn't good. They both jumped up and ran out of the common room. Hermione yelling a thanks to the first year.
They saw Harry as soon as they were out of the castle doors and continued running until they got to their best friend.
They both came to an abrupt stop a few feet from him; they were able to get a good look at him. He looked as though he'd been beaten up. He was sitting with his back against a tree and his legs pulled up in front of him, arms wrapped around them and right cheek resting on his knees. He was still in his pyjamas, but they were muddy and covered in blood. He had bruises all up his arms and was shaking.
"Harry?" Hermione whispered. The boy on the ground flinched at the sound of his name.
"Harry, mate, are you okay?" Ron asked cautiously.
Again he flinched. That seemed to be the only reaction he had toward them.
Hermione recognising what, or rather who, her friend needed grabbed Ron's arm and started to pull him back toward the castle.
"Hey! What the hell? Where are we going? Harry is hurt!"
She sighed; her boyfriend wasn't very quick sometimes.
"Yes, Ron, I am aware of that. But he clearly doesn't want either of us to help him. We're going to go get the one person who will be able to get through to him."
"Oh." Was Ron's only response.
"Harry?"
Said boy flinched back.
The other boy tried again. "Harry? It's me."
"Dray?" Harry raised his head… the first movement he'd done, other than flinch, since he had collapsed against the tree.
When his eyes landed on Draco he visibly relaxed. It pleased Draco to know that he was the only one who could get Harry to relax when he was like this.
"Hey baby, you okay?" he slowly took a step forward, trying not to startle his boyfriend.
Harry bit his lip, started to say he was fine and then changed his mind. Draco didn't like it when he lied to him. Instead he shook his head.
"Har, what happened? How did you get all those bruises?" another slow step forward.
Harry dropped his head back onto his knees. "Don't wanna talk about it."
"Okay then." the blonde's statement had Harry lifting his head again, eyes narrowing. "What?"
"Why'd you agree? You always fight with me on that."
At this Draco smiled. "I know, but I can see you really don't want to talk about it right now… however, we will talk about it later. Deal?"
Reluctantly Harry agreed.
Draco was now only one step away from Harry. He really wanted to hug him but didn't move to in case Harry didn't want to be touched.
As if he had read Draco's mind, Harry asked, "Draco? Um this might sound, well gay, but can we uh cuddle?" his cheeks reddening.
Draco grinned.
"Well firstly, we're gay so it really doesn't matter if it sounds that way" he chuckled. "Secondly, I'd like that." Slowly he sat down next to his boyfriend, Harry leant forward a little allowing Draco to place his arm around him. Harry then moved slightly so he was leaning comfortably into Draco's side.
"You cold?" Draco asked the brunette.
"No, just… never mind."
Draco sighed. "Fuck Harry. Tell me… please." Stupid Gryffindor he thought to himself.
"It's nothing Dray." He was scared but he didn't want to tell Draco that because he knew what his boyfriend would say, "You're a Gryffindor. Gryffindor aren't supposed to be scared." Harry mentally scoffed, yeah he was a Gryffindor but that didn't mean he couldn't be scared sometimes.
Draco was watching Harry while he was thinking; this allowed him to guess what was on his mind. Draco was good at reading Harry's facial expressions.
"Har, you're scared aren't you? It's okay you know, you're allowed to be sometimes." Draco reassured his Gryffindor, while squeezing Harry closer to him.
Harry looked at his boyfriend; he was just as good at reading Draco as Draco was good at reading him. He realised that this was true. He saw that Draco actually liked it when was scared just so he could be the one to make him feel safe. And Harry did feel safer now that Draco was here.
"I was scared. I really was, Dray. I'm not anymore, now that you're here." He sighed. "I thought I was going to die." Draco pressed a kiss to his head. "But I wasn't scared of dying, not really. I was more scared that I'd never see you again; that I'd leave you here and then you'd find someone else. That's what scared me the most. That you'd find someone else, someone better." By the end of his little confession Harry had started to cry.
Draco moved to wipe his tears away. "It's okay, baby. You're alive. If, and I emphasise if, you died there was no way I'd find someone else. There's no one better than you okay? If you died, I wouldn't be far behind." This made Harry cry harder and cling to the Slytherin and look like he was determined to never let go… which was exactly what he planned on.
The blonde had no objection to that. He hugged Harry to him and wasn't going to let go anytime soon.
A/N Okay so that's a really sappy ending lol. I'm not sure if I want to do another chapter... so if for some reason you liked this than review and tell me if you want a another... or a sequel or prequel...
also review if you didn't like it... go right ahead =]
