disclaimer: Harry Potter and co. belong to J.K. Rowling. I am not her.

warnings:angst, alcohol, pills, nightmares.

A/N: I'm back! Yay! With a chapter! Yay! So here it is, chapter 14, where Harry sees nightmares and Draco gets a black eye.

Harry opened his eyes but saw absolutely nothing. Everything was black around him. But he smelled something in the air. It was the smell that comes right after the rain has stopped. There was something more to it, though.

"Harry." A whisper echoed through the air. The source of the voice seemed to be so close, but as Harry tried to find it with his hands, he couldn't reach it.

"Harry."

"Who are you? Where am I?"

"Don't you recognize me?" Harry didn't answer. The voice seemed familiar, but he couldn't tell…

"It's been six months and you've already forgotten me." Then it hit him.

"Sirius?"

A bark like laugh filled the air. "So you haven't forgotten me." Steps. Like a heel of a boot clicking against cold stone. Then Harry felt a hand on his cheek and his face was lift up. What he saw wasn't the Sirius he remembered. In front of him was standing a young boy, with black hair and deep blue eyes, looking down at him.

"You're not Sirius."

The boy smiled. "Oh but I am. Not the one who took the blame for murders he didn't commit, but I'm still Sirius. Funny how people tend to do stupid things when they face a tragedy. And grow old." A small laugh escaped his lips. He kneeled down so that they were face to face. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For everything I did to you."

"But you didn't-"

"Shh." He shushed and pressed a finger on Harry's lips. "I made you fall, did I not?" He then softly kissed Harry's forehead and disappeared. The darkness was suddenly gone and Harry realized he was lying on the floor of the sixth year boys' dormitory in Gryffindor Tower. He turned his head, so that he saw what lay on the floor only a few inches away from his hand. A dirty mirror, a rolled up bill and some white powder. He tried to get up but he couldn't move. Then he heard steps again.

Then suddenly someone sat on his stomach. He looked up and saw… his father?

Dad? he wanted to ask but he couldn't speak. The young image of James Potter laughed and leaned down. Harry closed his eyes as he felt teeth on the skin of his neck. When he opened them again, the mass of black hair had turned into blonde silky locks. James had turned into Draco. He smirked very Malfoy-like and suddenly Harry felt scared and incredibly vulnerable.

"Be a good boy now."

Draco stood up and walked away a bit so that Harry couldn't see him anymore.

"Crucio."

A terrible pain pierced his entire body making him open and close his mouth in silent shrieks. He gasped for air as his organs were burning inside him.

Harry flashed his eyes open as he fell on the floor with a loud 'thump' and a frightened scream. Words of Parseltongue were mixed into his panting, causing the noise he made to sound incomprehensible to the ears of Draco who had woken up because of the scream. Draco kneeled next to the freaked out boy and offered his hand but Harry pushed it away, fear and panic in his green eyes when he realized it was the same blonde who had caused him the pain in his dream.

"Please don't hurt me, I swear I'll be good!" He told in Parseltongue and tried to move away.

Draco ignored the fact that Parseltongue sounded extremely sexy and tried to calm Harry down. "Shh, Harry, it's ok, it was only dream." But all he got for an answer was some more hissing he couldn't understand.

"You." Harry whispered suddenly, in English. "Sirius… My dad… You… Crucio!" Then he broke into tears. "I swear… I'll be good. Please don't hurt me."

"I'm not going to hurt you. It was just a dream." Draco told and wrapped his arms around the shaking boy. After a while, when Harry had calmed down a bit, he asked what had happened in the dream.

"First it was pitch-black and Sirius was there. He told me that he's sorry. Then he was gone again and I was at my dorm and dad came and he laughed and then he was suddenly you and you bit me and told me to be a good boy and cast the unforgivable on me."

Draco kissed his forehead (the exact same spot Sirius had kissed him) and stroked his back. "It was just a dream." He told for the hundredth time.

"I know. It just felt so real."

"They sometimes do. You want to go back to bed?"

Harry nodded but didn't move. Draco stood up and pulled him up too and gently pushed the boy back in the bed. "Stay with me?" He asked softly.

Draco hesitated for a moment but then smiled. "Move over." He told and climbed next to the raven haired boy. Harry immediately snuggled closer and laid his head on the blonde's chest. They both fell asleep rather quickly, though it took a little longer for Harry. But neither of them noticed the small biting mark on Harry's neck.

-

"Harry? Wake up now, or we'll be late for school."

Harry frowned and slowly opened his eyes. "I'm staying in sick." He mumbled, burying his face further into the pillow.

"Are you sick?"

"Yes." And at the very same moment as the word left his lips, there suddenly was a pounding ache in his head and his stomach felt like a snake was eating it from the inside. He felt a cool hand on his forehead.

"I don't think you have any fever."

"Just because I don't have fever doesn't mean I'm not sick. Go, you'll be late for school." He tugged the hand away from his face, it had made him feel even sicker.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, yeah."

Draco gave the other boy a very confused look mixed with some doubt. He wasn't so sure if he should leave him alone, but Harry obviously wanted to get rid of him. He had felt how the boy had flinched when he had touched him. Like he was disgusted by the touch. "Fine. Try to get some rest, okay? I'll see you later then."

He got no answer from Harry. "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I heard you. Bye."

Rolling his eyes, Draco left the room, making sure he slammed the door shut loudly. So what if Harry was sick? Nobody, not even precious little Golden Boy, especially not him, treated Draco Malfoy like that and got away with it. No matter how sick and grumpy they were. So what if it was childish? He slammed the front door shut with a force that made the windows rattle. So what if his heart broke when Harry drew back from his touch.

-

It was all white. Like snow. Pure, beautiful and innocent snow. Harry opened his eyes. Wizards in black robes were standing in a circle around him. Death Eaters. Harry tried to reach his wand, but it wasn't there. Of course it wasn't, McGonagall had taken their wands. Harry tried to scream someone to help, Draco, Sirius, Ron, Hagrid, Danny and even Francis. But no one came and the Death Eaters merely laughed. The snow had turned black where they stood and it was spreading towards Harry. It was all around him, he couldn't escape it. He cried Draco's name once more and this time he got an answer.

One of the Death Eaters took down his hood and revealed the blonde silky locks and grey eyes. An evil leer spread on his face. The black snow finally reached the wide eyed Harry and he felt the ground crumble beneath him. He fell. Something cold pierced every inch of his body and he didn't fall anymore.

-

Draco slammed his butt on a hard wooden chair with the same force he had slammed about every door he had come across with since morning.

"You okay, Draco?" Simon Gibbs arched an eyebrow towards the blonde.

"Perfect, just perfect." He snapped, wishing in his head that Simon, and everyone else for that matter, left him alone. And as they would've heard the silent wish, everyone left him alone. Now he could dwell in his own problems without anyone disturbing him the whole day.

When he later walked home in the endless rain, he decided that it was the crappiest day in the history of Draco Malfoy. And it wasn't even over yet. He had let Harry affect his actions and feelings too much. Okay, they were a 'couple' now and he felt for him, but still, he couldn't forget who he really was just because he happened to be in love. What? No! Not in love! In a relationship. Yes, he couldn't forget who he really was just because he happened to be in a relationship. And that nursing and worrying and comforting weren't who he was. Or who he had been.

Today Harry's behavior had made him almost get hit by a car, miss the bus, get punched in the face in gym class (as a reminder from that, he now had a black eye) and almost cast the jelly legs spell on a teacher (Yes, he could've done that without his wand. He is, after all, Draco Malfoy). And that wasn't acceptable. No matter how attracted he was to the boy, he should never let himself get distracted, if he didn't choose to be distracted. He, again, slammed the front door closed with a force that made the windows rattle. Taking of his coat, the blonde sighed. "Harry! I'm home!"

No answer. Maybe he was asleep? Draco slowly walked upstairs and he was going to knock on Harry's door but the sounds from the bathroom woke up his curiosity.

There was Harry, kneeling in front of the toilet seat, emptying the contents of his stomach into it. Next to him on the floor lay an almost empty bottle of red wine and a completely empty bottle of painkillers.

"Well, if you weren't sick in the morning, you sure are sick now." Draco remarked as a very white Harry leaned against the bathroom wall. "How many did you take?"

"What was left of it." Harry murmured, breathing heavily. "Maybe five. Can't remember."

Draco stepped forward and gave a look at the red mess that used to be inside Harry's stomach. He counted the white dots. Four.

"I took them like ten minutes ago I think. I threw up right after it."

The blonde flushed the toilet and gave Harry a suspicious look mixed with worry. "You're probably going to be fine, but maybe you should go see a doctor just in case."

"I'm fine, I don't need a doctor." Harry protested and reached for the red wine, but Draco kicked the bottle further away from him.

"It wasn't a question. You're seeing a doctor and that's that. Is this all what you took? Just wine and pills?"

"Vodka. Red wine mixed with vodka."

Draco took the bottle from the floor. "You. Stay here. I'm going to make a phone call." And with that he marched out of the bathroom.

"You could at least leave me the wine!" Harry cried after him. And bent over the toilet, again.

-

"Merlin Harry, sometimes I wonder what the hell is going on inside your head." Draco muttered the next morning as he opened the front door and led the still slightly shaking boy in. "Where in hell did you even get the wine? Or the vodka?"

"Can we not talk about it?" Harry pleaded quietly and made his way onto the couch.

"No, we cannot not talk about it. Something's wrong and I want to know what it is."

"Nothing's wrong."

Draco sat on the floor next to couch so that their faces were on the same level. "Harry, you can't shut me out anymore."

"I saw a dream again." Harry finally said after a long pause.

"A nightmare?"

"Yes. You were there. You were a Death Eater. And you killed me."

The blonde swallowed. "So that's why you tried to kill yourself? You saw a nightmare?"

"I wasn't," Gasp. "I wasn't trying to kill myself. I needed… I just needed something… To relax me. And as you took away my drugs-"

"So this is all my fault?"

Harry flinched at the sudden, teary and slightly broken voice. "No, I just… I'm weak, Draco. I'm not gonna make it without it."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not. Draco, I need you."

The boy in question was very confused now. "I'm right here."

"But you'll leave. I know you will." Harry whispered, sounding extremely tired.

"Harry, I'm not going anywhere."

"Yeah, you are. When we go back to Hogwarts, it's gonna be just like it used to be. We'll be enemies again and we'll fight in the war against each other and it will end when you kill me."

Draco leaned closer to the heavily breathing boy. "No, Harry. It was just a dream. It meant nothing. I will never leave you." He pressed a soft kiss on Harry's lips as to assure him that he would stay with him forever.

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