Harry's Pov:
Harry's knees gave out, refusing to hold him up any longer. The force that's wrapped tightly around him kept him from falling to the ground. He was no longer aware of anything around him. All he could think about were the living shadows that had come for him. His body felt ice cold, and forceless as if he had little to no control over it. His heart was somewhere between beating uncontrollably and not beating at all, while he wasn't even sure if he was even breathing. He kept his eyes screwed shut because he was heart-to-soul terrified of what he'd see if he dared to open them.
Then, a thought drifted ever so silently into his mind… What about Malfoy? He had sounded like he was really scared… Did it go for him too? Where was it taking him? The binds that were encased around him loosened up slightly and began to feel more like arms. For a moment he thought it was the darkness taking its form, but he soon realized that it couldn't be the darkness that was holding on to him right now. It was giving off a soft warmth. The darkness wasn't warm….
He immediately forced his wobbly legs to work, and lunged himself towards the newly found warmth. He couldn't let it go. Not under any circumstance in hell was he going to let go. The darkness hated warm, and if he had to throw himself into a pit of fire to escape it, he would, but there was no pit of fire to throw himself into, so he clung to the figure with every ounce of strength he had left in him.
When he lunged himself into the figure, he wrapped his arms around It hoping and praying that It, too, wouldn't get devoured by the darkness. He felt It stumble back a few steps, but it stayed upright.
There was a sudden word that moved through the air, but Harry couldn't hear it. He listened closer as he tried to calm his shaking form. He was completely horrified, and wasn't sure that he wanted to know what the voice had said, but curiosity, like always, convinced him otherwise. He could hear the voice repeating the same thing over and over again, but he couldn't make out what it was saying. It felt as if the voice was there, but yet it wasn't. He listened harder, and thought his knees might give away again. He could feel the tears burning behind his eyelids, and he just wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry. Why? He was sure if he were to open his eyes no tears would come, because they to, would be too scared to come out and see what laid itself in front of him.
He listened out for the word one more time, and caught it.
"Harry!"
This caused the emerald eyed boy to snap his eyes open and look up at the source of noise, and the first thing he saw was the deep hue of liquid silver. He was at a complete loss of words as relief washed over him, until he figured that this must mean that they were swallowed by the darkness together. Draco's face seemed to be confused, shocked, and if he didn't know better he'd say concerned.
"Potter, the darkness isn't going to take you," The blonde stated with a tone of complete bewilderment," It was me! Just me!"
Harry immediately let his arms untangle themselves from where they had been and forced them to lay stiffly by his sides as blood rushed up to his face in anger. It was him? Just him? Now that he actually thought about it, he was surprised that he was foolish enough to fall for that…
"I bet you really got a kick out of that one, didn't you, Malfoy?" Harry grumbled, his voice coming out bitter and hurt, which he hated himself for. He shouldn't feel hurt… The git was bound to do something like this, "Bet you thought it was hilarious?"
The raven haired boy searched Malfoy's face, ignoring their closeness, and saw that it held an unknown expression that he'd never seen him use before. He waited for a response, but the git seemed to be frozen in some kind of shock, so he frustratedly picked up his scattered objects, and walked past the blonde, making his way to the showers, ignoring the throbbing in his chest, and his big toe. He picked a random shower head, and sulkily tossed his objects somewhere where they would be safe from the water.
That stupid bloke. Of course he'd find a way to terrorize him. He couldn't even take a break during their temporary truce… He should have known what to expect… It's Draco bloody Malfoy. Of course things like this are going to happen… And just the moment he started to feel sa-... No. He was not about to even think for even a moment that he felt safe around him…How can you feel safe around someone you don't trust…..?
He shook these thoughts out of his head,slipped off his clothes, turned on the shower, and waited for the water to heat up. If the darkness didn't get him this time… When was it going to make it's move?
They got their showers, and went their separate ways. Harry hadn't even bothered to give him another glance.
Draco's Pov:
Throughout the day Draco couldn't shake the questions that formed inside his brain. Why did Harry think the darkness was coming for him? Who told him it would? Was it one of the dark lord's new techniques? Are there monsters that lurk in the dark? Monsters that are the dark? Although these questions kept popping up in his mind, and his yearning to know why Harry had acted the way that he did was there, it was nothing compared to how he couldn't shake the image of the raven haired boy's face when he looked up at him right before he'd admitted he'd been the attacker, instead of the darkness.
In an odd way, he hadn't liked the way that Harry's face blanched, or the way his eyes had seemed to scream out at him with fear, and he didn't like the way Harry had just gone limp, and hope-drained… He wasn't sure why all this bothered him as much as it did, but he did know that he was going to get to the bottom of why the raven haired boy had acted so strangely over something so small as the dark.
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