Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Well, a couple of things, I suppose. But the closest I come to owning Harry Potter is owning the books, so find somebody else to sue.
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When Draco came to his usual spot with his Gryffindor friends in the Great Hall, he saw that Harry wasn't there. George stood up as soon as he saw Draco alone. His face was pale.
"Draco, where's Harry?" George asked, his voice shaking a little.
"I don't know," Draco replied, confused. "I thought he was with you guys, at Quidditch practice."
"Merlin, he was, but he left because of... Because of Angelina and Ron..." George muttered, running his fingers through his hair. He quickly explained what had happened, and Draco's skin turning paler with every word.
"What do we do, George?" Fred wondered.
"Hermione and Ginny, search Gryffindor Tower," George instructed. "Fred, check the Astronomy Tower. Draco, go downstairs and see if he's in the dungeons. I'll talk to the teachers."
George ran to the High Table, where only four teachers were present: the Snapes, McGonagall, and Dumbledore. George frantically explained what had happened at Quidditch practice.
"--and he basically said that his only choice was to quit the team, so he wouldn't cause any more problems. Nobody's seen him since he ran off. Hermione and Ginny are checking Gryffindor Tower, Fred's going to the Astronomy Tower, and Draco's checking the dungeons."
"You've done a good job, Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore assured him, gently. "For now, we'll wait here until the others return with any news."
Within twenty minutes, they had returned, solemn-faced, and rushed to the High Table.
"Anything?" Severus asked. The kids all shook their heads, and then Fred's eyes widened suddenly.
"George! The map! Merlin, why didn't we think of it before?!" George ran back to their table and rummaged through his books and parchments before returning with a blank piece of parchment. Fred tapped it with his wand.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he muttered. Within seconds, black lines appeared on the parchment, ending up looking like a map. Black dots, labeled with names, were all over the map. "Come on... Harry Potter, Harry Potter..."
"He's in the passage from the Gryffindor common room," George said, pointing at the flickering dot labeled Harry. "He's flickering. Something's wrong."
"How big is the passage?" Draco asked, suddenly.
"Not very big at all," Fred responded. "It's long, but it's narrow; maybe eighteen inches wide? Why?"
"He's claustrophobic," Draco explained. "He can't handle being in really small, enclosed spaces. It's because of that cupboard he was locked in for three months."
"Mr. Weasley," Severus said to George. "I want you to show me this passage."
"Sir, I don't think you'd be able to fit in there to get Harry," George told him. He looked around the group. "I can't even fit. I think the only ones who would be able to get to him are Ginny and Draco."
"I'll do it," Draco said immediately. George nodded and led Severus and Draco to the Gryffindor common room, while the others stayed in the Great Hall.
"It's right behind this portrait," George said, pointing at a framed picture of a lion on the wall. He tapped it lightly with his wand and muttered a few words, and the picture swung open, revealing a tall but narrow entrance. "Draco, according to the map, he isn't very far in. Maybe fifty feet or so."
"When you find him, call back to us as you bring him back," Severus instructed Draco. "Let us know how he is, so that we can be prepared to help him." Draco nodded and climbed into the passage.
"Lumos," he muttered, holding out his wand.
He quickly, but carefully made his way through the passageway. Sure enough, after about fifty or sixty feet, he ran into Harry. The raven-haired boy lay unconscious on the floor, and Draco knelt down to him. He leaned over to rest his ear by Harry's mouth, then touched his neck. The boy's skin was ice-cold, and he had a faint pulse.
"Dad!" Draco shouted down towards the exit. "Dad, he's not breathing!"
"All right, Draco, get him back out here as fast as you can," Severus called back. Draco leaned back over to Harry, trying to get a good hold on him, and began to pull him back.
"Come on, love, I'm going to get you out of here," Draco whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. Within minutes, they'd reached the opening. George pulled Draco out, and Severus lifted Harry up into his arms.
"Hospital wing," he said, and the boys followed him.
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"Harry, love?" Draco said, caressing the boy's cheek as he woke up in the hospital wing.
"Hmm?" Harry mumbled, opening his eyes.
"I'd like to propose a little challenge," Draco told him, intertwining his fingers between Harry's. "I'll give you a hundred galleons if you can stay out of here for the rest of the term." Harry grinned, weakly.
"Make it one-fifty, and you've got yourself a deal¼" Draco smiled, shaking his head.
"You're something else, love." He changed the subject. "So tell me what happened." Harry sighed.
"Left Quidditch practice, wanted to be alone¼ I somehow found the passage in the common room and went in. I didn't know it was that small, and when I realized just how small it was, I panicked and passed out, I guess." He winced in pain and reached a hand up to touch his head. "Ah, my head hurts¼"
"Apparently, you hit your head when you fainted," Draco explained.
"Who got me out?" Harry wondered.
"I did," Draco said, simply. "Ginny and I were the only ones small enough to fit, so I got you out."
"Did I look really bad?" Harry asked, quietly.
"You were really pale, and your skin was freezing," Draco sighed, a tear escaping from his eyes. "You weren't breathing, Harry. I thought you were dead." Harry reached up and wiped Draco's tear away.
"Don't cry, baby," he murmured, running his fingers through Draco's hair. "I'm fine now." He moved over a little on the bed, and Draco lay down with him, resting his head on Harry's chest.
"I love you," Draco whispered. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you." Harry pressed his lips against Draco's forehead.
"You won't lose me," he promised.