OK, here's chapter 2. Hope you like it. Warning: slash and a little drug use.
Chapter 2- Explanations
Harry didn't wake up for the next three days and Draco never left his side. He stayed in his room, watching over the sleeping boy night and day. When a teacher came by, asking about him, he said that he was sick and yes, he was being taken care of. No-one asked about Harry because they hardly ever saw him anyway. And so, the two boys were not disturbed.
It was mid-morning on the third day when Harry awoke. He slowly opened his eyes, blinked and looked around him. Green hangings, stone walls and… "Malfoy?" He had been looking out the window and at the sound of his name, Draco whirled around. "Harry?… Oh my God… you're OK…". Suddenly he ran across the room and flung his arms around the boy, tears streaming down his face. Harry was stunned. Here was Draco Malfoy, crying and hugging him, thankful that he was still alive. "Malfoy, what…?" Draco stepped away and pulled up a chair. "We both owe each other an explanation I think."
"Yes, and you are going first Malfoy!"
"OK, OK. You have been asleep for three days, ever since you collapsed in the rain. I saw you, carried you here and revived you."
"Yes, I remember but I thought it was impossible. I mean, you hate me and-"
"Harry, I do not hate you. Never have and never will."
"What? Why-?"
"Why have I been giving you a hard time? Well, it was Lucius' orders. When I came to Hogwarts, he told me that the famous Harry Potter was coming and that I should try and befriend you. When that didn't work, he said to try and make your life such a living hell that you would leave Hogwarts and Dumbledore's protection-"
"So I would be open for Voldemort? That was the plan? Well, it didn't really work did it?!"
"No because I wasn't really trying. I have never hated you and I never want to hurt you ever again. I… I am sorry for everything I have ever done to you or your friends and that is not easy for me to say."
"Yeah… well, are you still working for your father cause this isn't exactly making my life hell."
"HE IS NOT MY FATHER! I have no connection. When I failed with my mission to murder Albus Dumbledore, he… he…"
"He what?"
"Look, you don't want to know! I don't want to remember… instead of me making your life hell, he made mine ten times worse."
Silence.
"Well, there you have my explanation. Good enough?"
"Yes but for one thing- why did you save me?"
"Harry, I- I just did OK? Instinct I guess."
"But-"
"Uh-uh, your turn and you tell me the whole story and I mean the whole one."
"Where do I start?"
"A good place I always think is the beginning."
And so the raven haired boy poured out everything he had held from everyone else. About Dumbledore and his fear of Voldemort, his friends and his fear of endangering them, quitting Quidditch, not being able to enjoy anything.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"Umm, I can't remember. Last Monday I think."
"SHIT!!! Harry, what have you been doing to yourself? You mean to tell me that you haven't eaten for… A WEEK? No wonder you collapsed."
"I didn't just collapse because lack of food Draco," murmured Harry, "That night I… I just couldn't face the world anymore so… so I tried to OD."
"You… fuck Harry. You above all people in this world need to live! You above all others! Never ever do that to me. Shit, I nearly died when I saw you collapse." And for the second time that day, the blonde pulled the raven head in a tight embrace except this time, he was rewarded when Harry wrapped his arms around him and held him even closer.
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