Harry dozed in the library, hiding in a corner away from everyone. He was roused by someone sliding his glasses off his face. He blinked hard several times, and looked around.
"Draco?" he called hopefully.
"Guess again," said a slivery voice.
"You again? What the hell do you want?!" Harry sat up straighter.
Who is this guy? I think he has dark hair; Harry squinted into the fog, trying to catch any more features. He could see nothing but a foggy blur.
"Now, now, Harry," the voice said in chiding way, "Let's not be dull. I did already tell you what I was going to do. I bet you're wondering who I am. Well here's a hint."
Something was placed in front of Harry's face, blocking his vision. He focused in on it and noticed it was green and silver. He squinted harder and realized it was a tie. A Slytherin tie.
"Ok, so you're from Slytherin," Harry said, "That's not the greatest hint."
"You like Slytherin's, don't you?" the voice answered, "Speaking of Slytherins that you like."
The voice paused and whispered something. Harry felt something tighten against his wrists, pressing his palms into his knees. He opened his mouth to protest, but something covered it. Harry scowled and waited for the voice to continue.
"I have this roommate," the voice started, "It's just us in there. A two man room. He's a great guy. Blonde hair, silvery eyes, talented red lips."
Harry growled against the gag, pulling his arms at the invisible binds.
"Oh, you may know him, Harry," the voice whispered close to his ear, "His name is Draco. That means dragon or serpent. Did you know that? Very fitting for him, don't you think?"
Harry squirmed against the binds, not happy about where this conversation was going.
"Wouldn't it be a shame if something happened to him?" the voice was right in his ear, "When he's asleep and defenseless…with no Golden Boy to protect him…use your little brain, Harry potter. Stop this fight before someone gets hurt."
Harry growled at him, and strained against his bindings.
"Don't be silly, sweetheart," the voice whispered.
Then he was gone, again. Harry lifted his hands, testing. Then scrambled forward, trying to find the guy. Instead, he smacked his head against the edge of the table.
"Ffff," Harry hissed.
He reached his hands up to pull himself up, and his fingers landed on the cool metal of his glasses. He hastily shoved them on his face and leapt up, looking around for the slimy git. He didn't see anyone and sighed in frustration. He ran out to the hall and looked around, but there was a sea of people. He could be anyone of them. He let out a strangled cry and started pushing through the crowd.
"Draco! Draco! Where are you?!" he shouted through the crowd.
He finally spotted the blonde head, which was turning back and forth in confusion.
"DRACO!" Harry yelled, cupping his hands around his mouth.
Draco turned and spotted Harry, raising an eyebrow at him. Harry ran forward and grabbed the Slytherin's upper arm. He dragged him through the crowd, ignoring his protesting and demanding to know what was going on. Harry flung open the door of Myrtle's bathroom and threw Draco inside it. He turned and locked the door and strode forward to Draco, whose eyes were wide. He grabbed the sides of Draco's face in an urgent manner.
"Draco, do you have only one roommate?" Harry demanded.
"What? Harry, what's going-," Draco started.
"Answer me!" Harry snapped.
Draco jumped slightly.
"Yes," he answered.
"Dark hair, slivery voice that sounds like a snake crawling into your ear?" Harry pressed.
Draco frowned at him in confusion.
"How do you know Theo?" he asked.
"Theo? Is that his name?" Harry's hands tightened against Draco's face.
"Theodore Nott," Draco said, "Why? Why do you need to know this?"
"Move rooms! Get away from him!" Harry commanded urgently, "You can't be near him! You need to ask to change rooms right now!"
Harry unconsciously shook Draco's head slightly as he said the words.
"Harry, you're hurting me," Draco whimpered.
Harry jumped in shock and realization and whipped his hands back.
"Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry," Harry cried out, "You just need to get away from him, ok?"
"Ok, Harry, ok, I will," Draco assured him.
Harry grabbed Draco into a hug, choking back tears.
"Just get away from him," he pleaded, "I can't lose you. I just can't."
"I will, Harry," Draco whispered, "You won't lose me."
Harry pressed his face into Draco's shoulder, trying to stop the tears.
"What happened, Harry?" Draco questioned gently.
"He-he. He said he'd hurt you if I didn't let him…" Harry trailed off, not quite wanting to finish the sentence.
"Wait, does your limp from yesterday have anything to do with this?" Draco prodded.
"He...Put something inside me," Harry mumbled into Draco's robes, "He said…it was so he didn't hurt my…my…"
Harry's arms tightened around Draco, as he shuddered at the memory.
"Harry, why didn't you tell me?" Draco demanded.
"I don't know!" Harry sobbed out, "I j-just d-don't know!"
Harry shuddered into a trembling sob, clutching at Draco's robes. Draco brought a hand up to stroke through Harry's mess of hair.
"It's ok, love," Draco whispered, "It's ok. He won't get you now."
Harry lifted his tear-stained face to look at Draco's eyes.
"I don't care if he gets me," he whispered, "I won't be able to live any longer if he gets you."
Draco felt a shock of surprise go through him at Harry's words. He pulled Harry tighter against him and kissed his forehead.
"He won't get anyone," Draco assured him, "We'll go tell a professor, ok?"
Harry nodded at him, but buried his face back in Draco's shoulder. Draco cursed himself for not realizing the connection yesterday. Now that he thought about it, it was incredibly obvious that Harry had been…Draco shuddered. What exactly…he stopped that thought. No, he told himself firmly, it doesn't matter. Harry is ok. That's what matters. But he still couldn't help but wonder, as he looked down at the shuddering Gryffindor, exactly what that piece of shit had done to his beautiful lion.
Little note: There you go...hope you liked chapter 4! Love you all!