Title: Just Him.

Summary: Draco and Harry's worst nightmare. Pre Drarry. Very VERY short oneshot.

Warning: Slash.

Draco Malfoy had never considered his life without Harry Potter in it.

Not once.

Not before he was gone, anyway. Now, he was standing alone in a corner at Harry Potter's wake.

He couldn't breath. Merry Merlin, why couldn't he breath? It was just Potter. Merlin, why was it Potter?

Does a funeral serve any purpose really?

Not really.

Harry's heart was still trying it's best to peel away from the muscle surrounding it. He didn't know why it hurt so God damn much, but God.

God, it was Draco. Draco Malfoy. What did he do? Why did they have to take him?

Two bodies heave in a rough breath as they wake.

Hands clench around green and red silk.

Bed frames shake with their occupants uncontrolled shivers.

Room mates peek in bed curtains in concern and curiosity.

He's so confused and worried and he still can't breath and his chest feels like it's still trying to implode. Fuck. Fuck.

Fuck.

"Mate, it was just a dream."

Oh.

Oh...

Oh, thank fuck.

Stop right now, thank you very much.

I need somebody with a reviewing touch ;D