"Heroin"

"Should I... leave? Is it less bad when I leave?" Harry stood slowly, as if should he move too quickly Draco might spontaneously combust.

"I think I can't hear your thoughts when you're away. I can barely hear them now... just bits and pieces."

Harry sighed with relief and Draco felt his muscles go limp.

"You really, really need to get your emotions in check before you kill me, or I wet the bed or something." Draco snorted indignantly.

"What?" Harry said sitting back down in the chair with a plop. The wooden legs scraped against the wooden floor creating a high pitched painful noise that radiated through Harry, giving Draco goosebumps.

"I feel what you feel only, I hope, much more intense. Because if you walk around having these severe reactions it's a wonder to me how you get out of bed in the morning." Draco stared at the nurse who had been tapping him in various places attempting to figure out if it had just been a hex and not a potion.

"Look woman, I've already told you, I tasted it. So that's the end of that. It was a potion. Back away from me with that thing before I snap it in half and shove it up your-"
"Malfoy she's just trying to help, there's no need to be nasty with her."

Draco's heart skipped a beat and he was suddenly overcome with anger and irritation at his own actions, and suddenly emberassment and disgust as well.

"Ok ok, I will shut up if you can keep a lid on how you feel!" Draco snarled.

Harry glared at him and Draco broke out in a faint sweat. He felt so angry he could break things.

"I SAID CALM THE FUCK DOWN POTTER NOT GET ANGRIER."

Harry's face snapped to a shocked expression then he closed his eyes and it went blank. Draco felt a little more at peace.

"I don't even understand why you're still here." Draco spat at him.

"This whole stupid thing is your fault. Letting me go in their alone. I could've died!"
Harry gripped the sides of his chair.

"I know I'm sorry."

Something began to build in Draco's chest.

"Or do you just believe in sacrificing one to save many. Because really that's your bit not mine." The venom was draining out of his voice.

"I'm barely twenty I have a whole life ahead of me, and I know I did bad things but really you could've done more to make it a little less like a planned execution. Shoving me in a room of people I barely know."

Draco's throat constricted and he couldn't speak anymore. His cheeks burned and his face puckered and it felt as if an elephant were leaning on his chest.

He covered his mouth and slowly, tears began to slip down his face. His eyes got wide and he furiously wiped them away.

"Potter I can hear you berrating yourself, but what's worse is I feel it, shut the fuck up. I was being dramatic I'm fine." He coughed a few times and tried to compose himself while tears continued down his face.

"Mr. Potter the minister would like to talk to you." a head popped through the doors and said before disappearing again.

There was that tightness in his chest again.

Harry got up and silently walked away.

Draco noticed as soon as he left the room, every muscle in his body relaxed. He was no longer on edge. Was this the way he walked around all the time?

"Ludacris.." Draco mumbled to himself as the healer finished her last round of tests and he drifted off to sleep, completely exhausted from the mental flexing that had just occured.

It's bloody hot in here.

Draco thought as he kicked off the covers and realized how they clung to him and slid down in a sickeningly slimy fashion.

"Oh gross." He muttered as he cracked his eyes open and caught sight of his bed, half soaking wet. He completely kicked the sheets off and began shivering so furiously it felt like convulsions. He was freezing and covered in sweat. He curled in to himself, trying to stop the shaking and shivering and somehow manage to grab the blanket. He covered himself and heard the heart monitor alarm go off.

On the plus side, he thought, he could not hear or feel Harry.

On the down side, he appeared to be dying. Or at the very least it was the sensation he was getting from the pit of his stomach.

There was a gnawing in his brain and logically he knew he should call for a nurse but he felt so weak he didn't think he could. He curled in to the tightest ball he could in the middle of the bed and dry heaved a few times before he figured this was it. He'd been poisoned by that un-educated wenches attempt at a love potion.

The room spun and he clenched his eyes shut.

Another wave of nausea hit him and he rolled over so he didn't drowned in his own vomit should he actually throw up. Just as quickly as it came the nausea disappeared and he was stricken with a panic so strong he knew this was the end. Cleary his heart was giving out as it ached in his chest and flopped around like a dying fish gaping for oxygen. He felt rough fingers grab either side of his face and lightening struck through him.

The shivers disappeared and he stopped sweating. He arched and flushed and gasped and grabbed the wrists of the person holding his face and moaned as his entire body felt like it was alive after being deprived of oxygen and heat for hours. His face tingled and it spread down his throat and his torso, across his arms and down his legs to his toes and he was in the land of the living again as he opened his eyes to see Harry hovering over him, shaking him and...was he yelling? Sound returned to Draco, yes, he was yelling.

"Draco! Draco come on come back to us!"

Draco took a few more huge gasps of breath and dug his nails in to Harry's wrists and sputtered,

"It stopped..."

Harry looked at him critically.

"He's awake!" Harry called out. Draco heard the alarm next to him shut up.

Draco let go of Harry's wrists and Harry pulled back his hand and Draco shivered again, feeling the cold return. He shakily reached out with an, even for him, oddly pale hand and grasped the cuff of Harry's robe and pulled.

"Wait, wait don't let go it's coming back..."

Harry furrowed his brow,

"..you want me to... hold your face?"

God he must be ill.

"I don't bloody well care what you hold as long as I don't feel like that again." Draco said breathlessly.

Why me? I mean out of everyone there why me?

The shivering continued to get worse and he felt himself become clammy again. He reached slid his hand limply down Harry's sleeve and wrapped a hand around Harry's wrist and the insanity pulled back, leaving a sweat covered disheveled Draco behind. Like the ocean's tide, crawling back down the beach and leaving back garbage and dead things.

Oh gross his hands are sticky and sweaty and ew gross...

"Potter," Draco sighed with relief.

"I can hear you, shut up."