Draco didn't know how long he had been trapped in this godforsaken place with the almost tangible darkness choking the life out of him. He was scared. He wanted nothing more than to be back under the cosy duvet with Harry. Harry, where was he now? Had he forgotten about Draco? It was hard to tell how long he had been in this dank horrid slice of the Earth, where the sun never shone and Draco never knew whether it was night or day.
Maybe Harry had moved on with his life, maybe he had found someone else? Draco choked out a sob at the mere thought of Harry embracing someone else. He couldn't bare it. He knew that Harry was too good for him. Harry was kind, and good, and noble; and although Draco didn't really admire those traits the rest of the wizarding world did, and loved Harry for it. Yes, Harry was too good for Draco, however undeniably handsome and charming and gorgeous and sexy and, wait, Draco thought, I'm too good for Potter! He should be lucky to have such a gorgeous piece of ass as me! Damn that Potter, how dare he let me rot here!
Then Draco burst into sobs. Sorry Harry, I'm just so scared, so scared that I'll never see that stupid lopsided smile of yours. Then real panic started to wash over Draco. Harry! Who's going to lick your ear to make you squirm? Even more importantly, who's going to hide your glasses when you go out to ministry functions? That Weaselette would never have the tact that I do! She'd probably even let you walk around in those hideous Hawaiian shirts you're so fond of!
Oh, Harry, I can't bear it! What happens if I die here? What will you do without me? I can just see that carrot-top monstrosity with her claws all over you. Come to think of it, it was probably her that sent me to this hell-hole!
Draco bit his lip resiliently, no, I have to find a way out of here. I'll use all of my Malfoy cunning and find a way out of here. He tried to stand but only succeeded in stumbling and twisting his ankle. He let out a cry of pain and depair. "Harry! I love you! Harry! Please save me! Please Harry! If you can hear me- I love you!"
OOO
Harry smiled warmly at Ginny, "Now, Gin, you know he means the world to me, even if he is an arrogant, clingy git, but only I'm allowed to call him that."
Ginny rolled her eyes muttering something about "love" and "stupidity".
"Where is the git anyway?" Ron asked.
"Probably playing with the refrigerator again," Hermione sighed and Ginny snickered.
Harry rolled his eyes, but thought he better check on Draco, just in case.
He walked to their bedroom where he'd last left Draco sulking about Harry having too many friends for his own good. However, the little bastard wasn't there. Harry frowned and thought that maybe he had really slinked past them to play with the refrigerator. However, a quick glance around the kitchen told him that was a negative. He felt a prickle of worry.
"Hermione!" Harry called. "I really can't find him. Where could he be?"
After an hour of searching Harry heard a voice that could only belong to his beloved, "Harry! I love you! Harry! Please save me! Please Harry! If you can hear me- I love you!"
OOO
Draco screamed and screamed for Harry until his throat was parched and his voice ached. Finally a sliver of light burned his retinas and a murky outline that could only be his Harry appeared. He was overcome with happiness.
OOO
Ron frowned, "I can't believe the stupid git got stuck in the closet, again."
A/N: Thanks to Natasha Shaitanova whose story Letters from Hell inspired this.