Until the End
Draco had been having nightmares ever since the war ended.
After Harry defeated Voldemort, Draco had almost been sentenced to receive the Dementor's kiss. He had given in to the fact that he was going to die, embraced it even. But the saviour of the world had to speak up in Draco's defense.
And that's how Draco had ended up where he currently was. In Harry fucking Potter's house.
At first, the nightmares hadn't been too bad, but they got worse quickly, to the point where he would wake up screaming. He placed silencing charms around his room every night to keep from waking up Potter. It wouldn't do for the hero to lose sleep.
The nightmares were of the times during the war. They were more like memories since they were almost all true. He remembered the way his father had come to him the first time. The night that Dumbledore died. Or the night that he had been unable to do as the Dark Lord ordered. Lucius had been furious, unforgiving, and very, very drunk. He remembered the way Lucius had forced himself onto him, despite his protests, his mother's protests.
Draco shuddered. At least that bastard had gotten what he deserved.
That night, Draco woke up covered in sweat and with bruises on his arms from where he had gripped them so tight. He willed the images that haunted him out of his mind and sat up, running a hand through his hair. He made his way to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. He looked like shit. There were dark circles under his eyes, he was incredibly pale and way too skinny for his age. Not to mention the dark mark that still hadn't faded completely.
Draco knew he was lucky even to be alive, but sometimes, he wished he weren't. He had nothing left to life for, there wasn't really a point. After all, the only thing he did all day was sit around and mope. And Potter let him. Who knows why he had even saved him, fucking Potter doesn't give a damn about him. Nobody does anymore. He's just another death eater. The world would be better off without him anyway.
And Draco made a decision. He was going to end his life. Right then and right there.
He rummaged through the cabinet until he found a muggle razor and tore it apart, throwing away everything except a blade. He took a deep breath and held it to his wrist. 'Nobody loves you,' he reminded himself and pressed the blade a little harder. He felt a slight sting as he dragged it down his arm. He watched as the blood started to pool up and run down his wrist. He stared, fascinated, as it dripped on the floor, one drop at a time.
Everything was so serene. The only sound was the drip of the blood on the tiles. The blood looking extremely out of place in the all white bathroom. Draco could feel himself getting weaker and he sank down to the ground. He was ready to die.
He opened his eyes one more time to take in the beauty of the white room, but found himself looking at green. It was breathtaking and he could feel himself being pulled in. The green was more calming than the white had ever been. Well, at least until is started to speak.
"What the fuck Draco?!" Weird. It sounded a lot like Potter. But Potter didn't call him Draco. And Potter didn't care what happened to him. Draco closed his eyes again and sighed. If the green would stop yelling at him, he could die properly, but it just wouldn't shut up.
"Why the fuck would you do this? Can you stand? We have to get you to a hospital, come on Draco, we have to get you some help," The green said. It sounded sad, confused, angry. Maybe even a little scared. But colours couldn't have feelings. Wait a minute. Colours couldn't talk.
Draco opened his eyes again and found Potter staring at him, trying to pull him up. In his other hand, he held some muggle device that he was talking into.
"Potter?" Draco tried to ask, but he found his mouth wasn't working anymore. He wondered if it was still there. He didn't even know if any of this was real or not. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep. But the insistent tugging on his hand wouldn't stop.
He opened his eyes and turned to glare, but the green was back. It was different this time though, full of energy. It made him want more and he struggled to stay awake. In the distance he could hear a voice say, "Don't worry Draco, help will be here soon." He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but the green was being taken over by the black and he managed to say one last word as his eyes fell shut.
"Harry..."