I do not own Harry Potter

So, i just started the fourth Harry Potter book, and i'm about two houndred pages in and found out about the Triwizard TOurnamt and felt like i needed to make this. I hope ya'll like it ^.^ reviews are apritaiated always!

Malfoy laid awake staring at the ceiling as his stomach churned. It was the night before the Triwizard Tournament and he kept thinking about one particular raven haired boy.

He had been picking on him, taunting him about how he would most likely die participating in this, but in reality he was afraid. Afraid that the messy haired wizard was going to die. He didn't know why he felt this way. Potter dying should be a good thing, but yet here he was, laying awake the night before the tournament with worries running nonstop through his mind.

He looked down at his trembling hands as he felt his throat tighten and eyes burn.

Harry didn't even get a choice. He was forced to go in this stupid thing, against his will, and now he might not make it back alive.

He had to see him. He just had to. Maybe it would calm his churning stomach by reminding him what a burden that stupid scarhead is.

The worried blonde haired boy crept out of bed, and slipped out, careful to be quiet and not to wake a soul. He wandered the dark, abandoned hallways as the churning in his stomach grew violently and his heart began to thump against his chest. With every step he took the realization of what very well could happen tomorrow became clearer and clearer.

It seemed like it took him forever to get to the Gryffindor painting. The long endless maze of the walls that once seemed to be so alive now seemed to be dull, and lifeless. He couldn't help, but to wonder if they had always been this way.

He thought for a minute as he stared up at the fat lady in the painting, and remembered hearing Neville mumble a word under his breath several times earlier today, which seemed to be weird at the time, but he was glad he had made note to remember it.

"Bumble bee," He said clearly, the portrait swinging open.

He went into the common room and looked around. It didn't look too different from the dungeons. It was just… Less green.

Malfoy made his way for the dorms and froze when he got to the doorway. He stood there having second thoughts on whether he should go through with this or not. After what seemed to be hours of pondering he slowly opened the door, wincing when it creaked. He stepped into the lightless dorm and searched the room until he found Harry's bed. When he caught a glance the slightly shorter boy's messy hair his breath lodged itself in his throat, refusing to come out as he felt a twinge in his ribs.

He stared down at his enemy, the boy he should be eager to see leave this world, and let a choked cry leave his chest, and before he knew what he was doing he had crawled up on the bed with him and pulled him close. To his surprise Harry, rather comfortably, snuggled up to him and returned his embrace.

This. This had pushed the final button. The bottom that emptied the dam. He couldn't hold back his cries anymore and let them go freely as he held Harry in his arms.

He could feel the warmth of the boy who lived against him, but it almost didn't feel real. Suddenly there was a squirm then the raven haired boy looked up at him. grey, blue eyes met Harry's tired, bright green ones. At first he looked like he was going to scream, and Malfoy winced preparing to get caught, but then nothing happened, and just like that, as if Harry had read Malfoy's mind, he broke down crying, mumbling something out about not being ready to die, burying his head in the slightly taller boy's chest. Malfoy held him tighter and said in a strained, broken whisper, "You're not going to die… I promise."

After their cries settled down they laid there silently not saying a word, just holding each other. Harry holding on to Malfoy and his promise like it was a lifeline, finally felt like he could sleep, and the worried blonde haired boy didn't seem too worried anymore while holding Harry, and they let sleep sweep them away from consciousness and the darkness greet them with it's soothing comfort.