Harry Potter awoke in the utter dark. His first realization was that he was in a very tight space. His second was that something slightly heavy was on top of him. Then he noticed that the unidentified weight was breathing, the even slow breath of sleep. The drowsy, half-thought fear of a monster shot through his mind and he froze. He attempted to remain perfectly still, but the harder he tried the more difficult it was. Eventually, and very, very slowly, the boy-who-lived lifted his hand and felt the would-be monster above him. He found it to be covered in a very fine fabric. Then he felt down the length of the creature as far as he could reach, discovering the shape and build of it. It felt human. That, at least, was a relief, until he thought of the volatile, shape changing veelas. Harry Potter gulped.
He then felt around his confines. He deduced that he was inside some sort of a wooden box. A very coffin like sort of box. The Gryffindor did he best to suppress his panic, but terror seized him anyway. He began to forcefully push against the roof to this box.
Not the lid of a coffin Not the lid of a coffin Not the lid of a coffin Harry chanted in his head, squishing down the fear running rampant through his veins.
When this failed and continued to fail to pry loose the boards, he began to pound against them senselessly. The action had no thought behind it, born of the need to act in some way. He did not care that he was jostling the mysterious body on top of him. He just wanted to get out.
Suddenly the body jolted awake, knocking its head against the roof.
"Bloody Fuck! What the hell, Potter?" It cursed
Harry gasped. "Is this a coffin?" He rasped. "Where am I? Am I dead? Oh god, I can't breathe…"
A hand smacked Harry's face "Potter! Get a grip!" Another smack. "Snap out of it!"
Harry swallowed big gulps of air and slowly calmed down. "Th-Thanks." He panted. He paused. "Who are you?"
The body sighed. "Draco. Draco Malfoy."