A/N: Even MORE Drarry! You're welcome.
I wrote this for Camp Potter 2017 for the First Aid activity.
Don't own any characters, they're JK's
Enjoy!
One or two in the morning. Draco lay on a couch in the Slytherin common room, trying to sleep. He was there by himself. All by himself.
It terrified him.
This place that was so familiar, having spent most of the last five years there, surrounded by his housemates. He wouldn't call them friends. Their faces blurred together in his memory, being taken over by the fear.
This place was empty.
It felt so open, yet so closed. Like he was bound to it for his whole life. It was just him, in this space, alone.
He didn't wish to be alone. He couldn't stand it. He could feel his heart beat quickening, sweat manifesting on his forehead. He needed to leave. It was too much, the silence, the emptiness.
He stood up and practically ran out the door.
He stopped in one of the halls, giving himself a chance to breathe, sinking to the floor with his back to the wall.
"This...is stupid. Who's afraid of being by themselves? It's...nonsense..." He told himself, breathing heavily.
He knew he was lying. There was no way out of it. He was terrified of being alone.
"Is someone there?" He heard a familiar voice emanating from farther up the corridor. They had a small light on them.
Draco picked his head up to see none other than the Boy Who Lived himself. He scrambled to his feet and brushed himself off.
"Malfoy?"
"Hello, Potter."
"Why were you on the floor just now? You look awful."
"Please, I couldn't possibly look bad." Draco ran a hand through his normally well-styled hair. Some of it was in his face.
"No, I mean you don't look...well. You're paler than you usually are, and your hair is a total mess." Harry was now standing right next to him. His hair was a total mess, his glasses crooked on his nose.
Draco exhaled loudly. He sank back to the floor. "I couldn't take being in the common room by myself..." he muttered, the thought bringing a tear to his eye.
Harry got down to his level. He seemed to understand. "That's funny, I left my common room because I was the only one."
Draco looked up at his face. Harry had bags under his eyes. "Did you sleep at all tonight?" He asked.
Harry shook his head slowly. "I couldn't. It didn't feel right."
"How could it not feel right? It's sleep."
"I don't know. Maybe I was too afraid..."
"Afraid of sleeping?"
"No, afraid to be alone. I...can't help it. I've spent too much of my life that way to go back."
Draco stared. They felt the exact same way. "Potter... I..."
Harry said nothing more. He just sat there, his wand still glowing.
"Could you, maybe turn that thing off? It hurts my eyes more than having to look at you does."
Harry smiled a bit at that. He flicked his wand. "Lumos."
The hallway went dark. All that could be heard was some snoring paintings on the walls who had paid them no mind, and the sound of each other's breathing.
Draco could feel himself relaxing against the wall, knowing Potter was sitting next to him. Even though it was dark, pitch black, he felt at peace. He was no longer alone.
A few hours later, Draco felt his eyes open in the light of the hallway. He stood up and rushed back to the common room, then to his dorm so he could get dressed: an all black outfit that always made him feel confident. He decided he needed to wash his face, so he left to find the bathroom.
He combed his blonde hair to the side neatly, and looked himself in the mirror. He looked good. He did notice the faintest dark lines under his gray eyes. Perhaps from not getting much sleep.
It didn't matter, the next night would be fine. Right?
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