100 Drabbles for Harry and Draco

Author's Note: I've decided that I'm going to experiment with different points of view. When they get serious/overly sweet, they'll most likely be in first person, but for the funny/light-hearted, they'll most likely be in third person. We'll see how it turns out. And if you guys don't like it, let me know and I'll rework them.

Disclaimer: I don't own, you don't sue.

Pairing: HarryxDraco
Summary: A series of 100 drabbles based on 100 different themes a friend sent me. HarryxDraco fluff.

07:door that can't be opened

I'm running again. It's cold and I can see my breath in the air around me. I still don't know where I am, the walls are just as unfamiliar as they were the first time I saw them. The same panicky feeling overwhelms me and I'm running faster. My breath echoes in my ears, and my muscles burn under the pressure. It's the same corridor as always, and I can hear the same screaming. A voice that I know all too well fills my ears and I pray for it to be over soon. I'm used to hearing him in the throes of passion, and the shrill, pained lilt to his voice scares me.

My eyes water as I stare at that same ivory door. I'm banging on the door now, bruised fists falling heavily against a cold, wooden door. The doorknob slips under my grip and I have to reach up and wipe the tears from my eyes. "Draco!" I call out, my voice breaking midway through. The screams are louder now, more desperate, and he begs me to set him free. Merlin, I want to, but the door won't open, and I'm crying as I force my body against it, hoping that by some miracle it will budge.

And then there's the laughter, that horrible, high-pitched laughter that scares me every time I hear it. And my hand trembles because I'm afraid again, afraid of that voice and those eyes. Afraid of what they mean for Draco. And then I hear the click-click of Lucius' cane behind the door, and I can almost see Draco's eyes wide and begging for mercy that his father won't grant him. There are so many tears, and now bright, scarlet streaks mar the door. I'm not sure when my hands started bleeding, but it doesn't matter because I'll beat on this door until it's painted with every drop of my humor.

The sounds of a whip and shouts of an Unforgivable find me on the floor before the door, crying and begging for his life. And just when I think I can take no more, that final cry of "Avada Kedavra" finds me awake in my bed, Draco cradling my head and whispering sweet words of comfort as he dries my eyes. His movements are gentle, but shaky, because he knows what I dream of, he knows of his role.

He's always there to pull me from that dream just before I try to open that door one last time.

It's strange how I can go from wishing with all that I am for that door to swing open in the beginning, but in the end I'm too afraid of what I might find if it does.

I'm still trembling as he lowers me back into bed and slides in behind me, arms instinctively wrapping around my waist and my head tucked under his chin. The covers are pulled up around our necks, and he kisses my head softly in reassurance. It's the same routine, but nothing makes me feel more secure.

"I love you," he whispers, "and I'll never let them take me from you. There will never be a door that you can't open where I'm concerned, love. Remember that."

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So, my first shot at a different perspective. How was it? Did you like it? Did you hate it:P Just let me know.

--Fire-Arisa-Ice--