A/N: Harry and Draco aren't friends at the start of this.
Harry Potter stood with his back to the room, staring out the window. His shoulders were shaking, in fact his whole body was shaking, but not because of the weather—it was a clear and beautiful September night. He raised a hand to his head, and rubbed his hair and his face vigorously, as if trying to cleanse himself. Behind him another young boy entered the room, his robes swishing behind him, his hair glinting in the moonlight. Harry heard the movement and turned, a smile flitting across his face when he saw Draco Malfoy.
"Tsk, Tsk Potter. You're out after curfew." Draco said.
"You're alive," Harry said in wonder, almost whispering.
"Yes," Draco drawled it out as if speaking to a young child. "Why would I not be Potter?" he spat.
Harry hung his head, shaking it a little, then returned to his survey of the nighttime grounds. "I had a nightmare," he said blankly.
Draco's eyebrows rose a fraction. "A nightmare Potter, and I was in it?"
An almost imperceptible nod from Harry.
Harry expected a sneer or a, 'in your dreams Potter,' but Draco seemed to panic. "What the fuck was it about?" he demanded.
Harry turned around to face him because of the tone of his voice. "Nothing," he said. "It was just—you were dead. Your D— someone had killed you."
"My Dad? Is that it? That's fucking ridiculous. My Father needs me, he—he likes me."
"But that's why he did it, he was afraid for you—what you were going to become. So he stopped it. Oh god… oh god…" Harry started crying and quickly turned back to the window.
"How does he do it?" Draco asked.
"Do what?"
"How does he kill me?"
"It's not real Malfoy. It's just a stupid nightmare, one of many," Harry said through his tears.
"Is that supposed to make me feel sorry for you Potter?"
"No." Harry paused. "No of course not. I'm just—I'm tired. I'm going back to bed." He started towards the door.
Draco stepped in front of him. "I think not. You're going to tell me how my father murdered me before you go anywhere."
Harry hung his head and tears fell on the floor. He started shaking all over again. "I—I, I really can't," he said. "Oh god, I can't."
Draco nodded, "Yes, I didn't think it would be a draught and happy dreams."
Harry vigorously shook his head no.
Draco shifted his gaze from where it had settled against the wall and looked down at Harry, then he did something amazing. He gathered Harry bloody Potter into his arms and held him.
"It's all right Potter," he said. "I'm fine, see—feel me. I'm right here." Draco's voice took on a hard glint. "And believe me, nothing is going to happen to me."