This is just a short introduction to the story - i've always wondered how Harry couldn't be affected by all the things which happened in his life- ouo
Harry had saved the wizarding world, but the wizarding world couldn't save him from himself. Harry was walking back and forth in the kitchen in grimauld place. Neither Ron or Hermione had had the time to be around him lately, due to preparations for their wedding. Harry hated it. When he was alone the insanity took over his mind and broke him into pieces. He couldn't think straight. He couldn't do anything right and he often spent days tied to his own bed. Oh no. But Ron and Hermione were too busy being i love. How he had come from the kitchen to his bedroom was a mystery for him. But there he was, underneath his covers, his head spinning, the confusion making a headache appear. Harry squirmed underneath his sheets, his body shaking in a fit of uncontrollable anger. He hated them both. Now he no longer had any dangerous mission to tackle, the couple no longer had time for him. He hated them more than he had ever hated Draco Malfoy. Harry felt his anger subside. The thought of the blonde calming his nerves, a strike of lightning hitting him. Draco Malfoy calmed his anger? What had the world come to. Harry's thoughts drifted away from the former slytherin and his body jerked up without his content, before it broke out in a sweating fit and his thought got mixed together. Marry Ron. Git. Toilet paper. Harry closed his eyes, trying to stop his mind from playing tricks on him. It didn't help. Tears streamed down his face and he had no way of stopping them.
He screamed and violently jerked around, desperate to break his own bonds. His screams made Kreacher appear, probably the only one who still cared. Harry grunted uncoherent words and Kreacher started dabbing his forehead with a wet towel. "Master Potter, please try to calm down" he said in his slightly squeaky voice, making it clear for Harry that the elf was worried. "Kreacher" grunted Harry, face heating up as he tried to stop his body from acting on its own accord. The elf desperately grabbed Harrys outstretched hand and kissed it. "Master, master master" he kept whining and Harry wanted to calm the elf, but he had no control over himself. His thoughts ran over a blonde slytherin who would probably enjoy his misery and it was like a blanket had been put over his body and calmed him. Harry then knew what he had to do. He sat up, looking at Kreacher with a soft smile, affectionate rubbing behind the elf's big ears. Kreacher's eyes glistened with tears, he hadn't gotten an ear rub in a year and Harry knew how much the elf truly enjoyed those. "Kreacher" Harry whispered. "Please get me Draco Malfoy."
Kreacher bowed so deep his ears lay flat against the floor. "Will do master!" He chirped happily, before he appareted. Harry smiled softly. Who should have known Draco Malfoy would be his savior.
