A/N A thank you to Snowflake Dazzle and StormWitch19851 for commenting on the last chapter!

Im sorry that this chapter is a bit late and if its not up to par. I updated my laptop and almost all of the chapters for this fic were deleted two days ago so I've been trying to get this chapter done so I could post on time.

Lucky for me, there is only one more chapter after this one so I don't have a whole lot of rewriting to do!

Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter

And as always, enjoy!

Chapter 21

Harry was running.

It was dark and cold and utterly terrifying.

He didn't know where he was going but he knew that he had to keep pushing forward even when his legs begged him to stop.

"Potter," he heard echoing around him.

The cold air froze his cheeks, reminding him of the year he had spent on the run, forcing his body to curl unto itself.

"Potter," he heard again, louder.

Harry began to shiver, his muscled tensing painfully as the seconds ticked by.

"Harry!"

Harry jumped up from his place in his bed, his hear beating wildly in his chest. He buried his face in his hands, taking deep breaths to calm himself.

Slowly, he felt warm hands snake up his back to his shoulders, "Potter," Zabini whispered, " okay, you're safe."

Harry nodded, choking on air as he did so.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, refusing to wake up, "I'm so sorry."

"What are you apologizing?" Zabini asked.

Harry shrugged, pulling away from Zabini's warm form.

Zabini huffed and slipped out of bed and padded to the door.

Harry's heart sunk. Zabini was going to leave him like Ginny did. He was going to be alone all over again.

Harry pulled his blanket over his shoulders and tried to get warm.

The door clicked and Zabini walked back in with a mug of hot chocolate. Zabini carefully slipped back into bed and handed Harry the mug.

"Drink it," Zabini said, "you'll feel better."

Harry hesitated before taking the cup.

"You aren't leaving?" Harry asked.

Zabini's dark eyes burrowed into Harry's with stark dedication, "No."

He wrapped his arm around Harry's shoulders and pulled him close to his side. Harry let his head fall onto Zabini's shoulder and sighed happily as he slowly sipped his drink, the fear from the nightmare chipping away.

After an hour, Harry had finished his hot chocolate and Zabini had intertwined his fingers with Harry's.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Zabini asked with a whisper.

Harry shrugged, "I was running and it was dark," he said in an almost childlike tone, "I was scared."

Zabini looked at Harry with understanding, "Can you go to sleep?" he asked.

Harry shook his head, slipping out of the bed, cup at hand.

"I think I want to go for a walk," Harry said, slipping on his shoes and setting down the mug, "wanna come?"

Zabini silently followed Harry out the door. Halfway down the stairs, a thought came to Harry's head.

The Map!

He ran back up and rummaged through his trunk, finding what he was looking for at the very bottom.

Harry ran back down the stairs as quietly as he could, knowing that Hermione was probably in the other room, waving it in his hand, "we may need this," he said.

Zabini looked at Harry oddly, cocking up an eyebrow when he saw the map.

"Its a map," Harry said. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at the blank parchment, "I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good."

Harry watched with a wide grin as Zabini's eyes widened.

"Wha—"

"It tells me who is where," Harry said.

Zabini took the map from Harry's hands and flipped through everything quickly.

"Is this how you were able to do it?" Zabini said, "Run around without ever getting caught?"

Harry laughed, nodding at Zabini's shock. It took a moment to realize that Zabini's face had slowly begun to fall.

"Is this all happening right now," Zabini whispered.

"Yes," Harry replied, "Why?"

Zabini pointed to the map, Malfoy's name surrounded by the names of those Harry recognized, Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws alive, in the prefects bathroom.

Harry bolted into a sprint, running out of the room without a second thought, Zabini running next to him.

Following the hallways and ignoring the ghosts that told them to slow down, the made their way to the bathroom, shouting out the password before bursting in.

There, by the large bathtub, Malfoy bleeding and surrounded but Seamus, Zaharias Smith, and Anthony Goldstein standing around him.

Malfoy swayed on his feet, his nose gushing blood on his face and clothes.

Harry saw Zabini stiffen beside him at his side, but Harry was enraged.

"What in the bloody hell are you doing?" Harry shouted, his hand flying to his wand.

The three offenders turned to Harry, shock then glares slipping onto their faces at the sight of Harry's drawn wand.

"What are you doing, Harry?" Seamus said, eyeing him then Zabini.

"Asking what you think you're doing," Harry said through clenched teeth.

Zaharias stepped towards Harry his hands up in surrender, "Just having fun, mate."

Harry's eyes immediately narrowed at him.

"Fun's over," Harry said, "get out."

Anthony snorted, "It's not like he doesn't deserve it."

Zabini pulled out his wand and shot a hex at Anthony, sending him on his arse immediately.

"I suggest you listen to boy wonder here," Zabini said, jutting his head towards the door.

The three boys walked out, Seamus bumping Harry on the shoulder as he passed. Harry stood tall, not letting Seamus get to him.

There was no point in arguing with him.

Zabini quickly moved to Malfoy, who let himself fall to the ground now that his attackers are gone.

"You alright, Draco?" Zabini asked quietly, offering his hand to Malfoy.

Malfoy nodded, letting himself be pulled up by Zabini.

"We should get you out of here," Harry said, pulling out the map.

He quietly led the two Slytherins back towards the common room, stopping and hiding when a Prefect or Professor walked by.

Harry walked though the entrance of his dorm, and pointed at the couch for Zabini to help Malfoy settle into.

"Harry Potter!" a voice from the top of the stair case screamed. Harry turned to Hermione stomping soon the steps, her fist pressing into her hips, "where were you? I come to the common room and you're asleep with a boy in your bed and then you go and disappear! After everything, I would expect that you would at least—"

Hermione paused where her eyes fell onto Malfoy, who looked back at her with embarrassment.

"Oh Draco," Hermione said. She pulled out her wand and started to cast charms.

Harry huffed out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

He was out of trouble… this time.

Once Hermione finished with her healing spells, Malfoy tried to stand.

"We should get beck to the dungeon," he said with a whisper.

Zabini nodded, opening his mouth to say something but Hermione cut him off.

"Nonsense!" she said, "you two will start here. Its not like one of you hasn't already made themselves at home."

She gave a cheeky smile to Harry, who in response flushed the deepest of reds.

"Hermio—" Draco tired to interup.

"She's tight" Harry said, giving Hermione a wolfish grin, "you can both stay here. Im sure Hermione wouldn't mind sharing her bed, now would she?"

Hermione looked at Harry with wide eyes and Draco started to choke at his words.

"Fine," Hermione said, taking Zabini's hand and pulling him towards the stairs. Zabini followed, throwing his head back from laughter, "Have fun boys," she called back.

Harry huffed and looked towards Draco, who had been staring at Hermione and Zabini in shock.

"If you kick me," Harry said, "I will make you life hell."

Draco chocked again, "I can just sleep in the couch," he said, "and besides, Zabini will through me out of your bed when he sneaks into your room later."

Malfoy flopped himself back against the couch's cushions and made himself comfortable. Harry watched, hoping that Malfoy was right.