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Warning: Cussing. Disgusting almost makeout scene.

A/N-Thank you Chantal

Chapter 7:

As the days passed, Draco would not admit it of course, but the blonde got worse. He grew extremely depressed as time progressed, seeing that what the doctor had said must be true. Harry was not waking up, and he probably never would. Against his promise to Granger, he was losing faith, quickly.

All the emotional stress finally got to him one day, as Hermione came in and once again told him to go to sleep. He went into the living room and tried to. However, he had a horrible nightmare that was so horrifying that it left Draco waking up in a mix of sweat and tears.

It began in the very bedroom that Harry was lying in. Harry was still in a coma and Draco was in the bathroom. However when Draco came out something was…different. He looked around him then realized that Harry was out of the bed. Full of pure joy, Draco hurried to go find Harry. When he couldn't, he grew worried and started calling out his name in a panic, but Harry was nowhere to be found.

Finally he did find him throwing things in their kitchen, and Harry looked pissed.

"Harry what's wrong?" Draco asked, worried.

"What's wrong?!" Harry asked, in a voice that Draco didn't remember his lover ever possessing. "What's wrong is that when I woke up, I was alone!" he cried.

Draco's blood ran cold, "I had to go to the loo and…"

"GO TO THE LOO?! You fucking thought it would be a better time spent to go take a piss then to be there for me?! I thought you loved me!"

"I do love you!" Draco said, tears traveling down his face, "How can you doubt that?!"

"How could you leave me alone?!" Harry boomed, definitely not in a tone Draco remembered. Then it all went so fast that it made Draco's stomach twist. Harry ran out the back door and when the blonde followed him he was met once again with the sight of Harry kissing another man.

The other man was too familiar. Ernie Macmillan. "Harry?! How could you cheat on me again, you promised!"

"And YOU promised to be by my side forever!" Harry growled, his eyes growing dark and ominous. It was scaring Draco.

"My lion… I…" but he didn't continue as he saw Harry's partner change, changing into the former Gryffindor team captain, Oliver Wood.

"Don't speak to me you scum! And don't you dare use that name for me if you can't even fulfill the job of a husband" Harry hissed. "You've always said how you'd stick by me. In sickness and in health. And look what you've done! You've left me alone, well now I'll find someone who'll really love me!"

And now the partner changed again. Red eyes, white, translucent skin. Voldemort.

"Come, my love," Voldemort said, wrapping an arm around Harry's waist and leaning in to kiss.

Thankfully Draco woke up. In a sweat he got up quickly and ran into the room to see Hermione reading his journal.

Standing there stunned he just watched her until she noticed him and put the book down quickly, though she was already caught.

"What are you doing!?" he roared rushing up to the journal and yanking it off the table.

"I was just-," but he didn't let her finish.

"Get out," he hissed through his teeth.

He didn't have to say it twice; Hermione was out of the room before one could say "Wingardium Leviosa."

Draco fell down into the chair in despair. Running a hand over his face he looked at Harry, who was still lying in his comatose state.

"I promise I won't leave you again," he whispered through tears.

He would do anything to make sure his dream didn't ever come true, and so he wouldn't see the horrors his eyes beheld.

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Draco had not been letting any visitors come for the past two weeks. He stayed at Harry's bedside, not eating, sleeping, or doing anything except writing and watching Harry. Since he never ate, he didn't have to use the bathroom and whenever he did, he grew into the habit of urinating into one of the Tupperware that Hermione had brought and throwing the waste out the window when he was finished.

His clothes were dirty and worn. His hair was ratty and knotted. Eyes were bloodshot and narrow. Draco was weaker than he had ever felt before in his life. However, day in and day out, he would watch over his ever-sleeping lover. He made sure the other was taken care of well and made sure that his stats were healthy as well by a wave of his wand. Luckily, his magic had not weakened over this period of time.

However, his wards did, and after those two weeks, Hermione was finally able to get in though not to Draco's consent.

She entered the room nervously and when she met the sight of her friend she nearly fell apart.

"Draco," she murmured.

He did not pay her any mind.

"Draco, I'm sorry; I know I shouldn't have-."

"But you did."

Hermione could not deny this. She nodded and sat down. "Draco, look what you've done to yourself…" she said softly but he did not shift his gaze, watching over Harry in silence. "Draco, come on now, this is silly."

"What's silly?" he asked in a voice that scared Hermione: it was hopeless and empty. "That Harry's in a coma? That he's not made any improvements since he'd undergone this coma over six or seven months ago? That I can't even see his beautiful eyes look at me any longer? That I lost my reason to live myself because of what Volde-fucking-mort did to my husband?!" he asked, growing gradually louder as he spoke.

"Draco I-,"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME GRANGER?!" Draco exclaimed finally ripping his gaze from Harry as he stood up to face her. She stepped back but realized it was pointless as Draco fell to his knees in sobs. Hermione overcame this shocking turn and went to him.

"Draco," she said as gently as she could. "He could pull through."

"He can't," he said in a voice so broken that it seemed that it would never be fixed. "He can't come back. The doctor said that it would take a miracle for him to ever open his eyes again!" he sobbed.

Hermione didn't know how to answer that.

Helping Draco up she led him back to the chair and helped the weakened man sit down. "I'm going to get you something to eat, and I'm going to make sure you eat it then we can talk alright?" she said softly.

"What's the point?" he hiccupped, but she went to go do so anyway.

She came back with a bowl of soup and a glass of water and watched him have a few spoonfuls.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked when it seemed he was done. Draco shook his head in the negative.

She sighed and ran a hand over her mass of curly hair.

"Draco, you've got to keep faith," she said getting up and pecking Harry's forehead.

As she went to the door she heard his final departing words.

"How is one to keep what they have lost?"


A/n-Last chapter tomarrow. Possible epilogue if you want one. Read and Review.