Title: Speak to me

Setting: Seventh Year, Hogwarts

Rating: R- Slash, violence?

Disclaimer: Don't own HP

Summary: Harry Potter had defeated Voldemort. But his victory had major consequences. One being the fact that Harry has totally shut himself away from any contact with anyone. No one can help. No one, that is, except a certain Slytherin enemy. (Slash HP/DM!)

Authors Notes: Thanks to anyone who reviewed. Draco being out of character? I know, that's a bit true. But it's as in character as I can get him! Sorry! Also, I know the war was short, but I wanted them to be back at school so a year was as long as I could do it. Anyway if you have any questions just ask!

Chapter Two: Unknown Reasons

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The image of the broken boy stayed with Draco even when he reached his dormitory. He couldn't help feel a pang of pity and anger towards him. Pity for being so helpless and confused but angry that he allowed himself to go crazy. Draco used to have a certain envious respect for the boy.

Draco fell onto his bed with an exhausted sigh. His mind kept wandering away from him, only to start thinking about Harry once more. Surely they were gone from the hallways now, probably to the infirmary to check up him.

Closing the door behind him, Draco started down the stairs. He had arithmacy and Transfiguration to look forward to, and those wouldn't go to well if he kept thinking of the dark things that probably happened to Harry during the war.

His own war days were quite horrible as well. He had shed lots of blood and almost died in the hands of his dear old Uncle. What could Harry possibly have gone through that made him crack?

His thoughts were interrupted when he passed the infirmary. A dull ache in his head returned as he studied the door curiously. Hermione and Ron were probably at classes right now, and it wasn't like Harry would have remembered him anyway. Even if he did, he was in no condition to wonder what Draco was doing there.

Draco's hand rested on the doorknob, wondering if he should actually turn it. If he did, he would see Harry in the worst state ever and if he didn't his curiosity would torment him for the rest of his day.

Suddenly, the door opened, chasing away Draco from the remaining thoughts in his head. Madam Promfrey stood at the door, her eyebrows arched and her hand resting on the doorknob opposite of Draco.

"Mr. Malfoy?" She asked in a demanding tone.

Draco looked up at her, his face blank and bored. "Promfrey." He said, his voice low but urgent all the same.

"Can I help you?"

Draco thought for a minute then shrugged. "No, just came to rest. I'm not feeling very well and decided to skip my afternoon classes. You know what happened last time." He drawled, his eyebrows rising slightly.

Madam Promfrey's eyes narrowed and she nodded. "Of course, you can take any vacant bed. I'll be back to check on you in twenty minutes. I have some business with the headmaster to attend to." She said hurriedly before disappearing behind a corner.

Draco watched her go and then turned around to face the room that was filled with beds. Only one was occupied, the occupant being Harry. His black messy hair stuck out from under the covers and landed on the pillow beneath him. Draco creased his eyebrows together, wondering if he should step inside.

The floor was cold on his bare feet when he slipped inside the room and took off his shoes. He sat on the empty bed to Harry's right and stared more closely at the boy. Only the top of his forehead was showing, his blankets pulled up over his eyes.

He wondered what he even came here to see. He licked his lips before his eyes caught a glimpse of his own pyjamas. If he was going to be here for the remainder of the afternoon he might as well get comfortable.

He pulled on the white cotton, blue-stripped, bottoms and sighed. They were extremely soft on his silky skin. The white nightshirt that was lying right next to them soon followed. Draco sat on the edge of his bed and crossed his arms, staring at the unconscious boy in front of him.

That's when he stretched his right arm and removed the blankets from Harry's face. He frowned as he stared at the sleeping form, breath slowly being exhaled from small, parted, dry lips. Draco's fingers lingered at Harry's chin, his other hand leaning on his own bed.

Harry began to stir and Draco sat back in his bed, watching the troubled features of the boys face. Slowly eyelids revealed tired eyes and a hand started to rub them furiously.

Dark hair slowly slipped from under the covers as he began to get up in a sitting position. The hands that were rubbing his face stopped and his eyes began to scan the room, as if wondering where he was. A large yawn escaped the boy when his eyes landed on Draco. A flicker of emotion went through his large dead eyes, remembering seeing the boy earlier that day.

Slowly eyebrows furrowed together and Harry's face leaned in to study Draco again. Draco couldn't help wondering if he did that to everyone he saw. Slowly Harry cocked his head to one side then turned his head to his left, as if there was someone on that bed as well.

"No one's there, Potter." Draco heard himself say, hoping that Harry wasn't seeing things.

Harry kept his head away from Draco for a little while longer before turning back and staring at Draco with his lifeless eyes. His thin arm slowly lifted up to flick away hairs that were getting into his eyes. It was then Draco noticed he had no glasses on.

His hand went to the nightstand and he gripped them, his mind flooding with confusion. What exactly was he doing here, why did he even come? Draco sighed and held out Harry's glasses.

Harry stared at them like they were something foreign to him. His own hand stretched out right below Draco's and Draco dropped the glasses into his palm. He then put them back on the nightstand, as if he didn't know what else to do.

Draco gave a tired sigh before grabbing the glasses again and looking Harry in the eye. He stared for a minute before opening them and reaching over to put them onto Harry's nose.

Harry's eyes immediately widened, like Draco had seen him do in the potions class, before turning his head around again, looking at the room with his new found vision.

Draco watched him with sudden interest and leaned on his own bed. Harry was looking around frantically, his eyes getting wider by the second. Draco frowned and stood up, walking towards the other boy.

"What is it?" He asked, his words demanding but his tone soft.

Harry kept looking around, either ignoring Draco or not understanding him. Suddenly another flicker of emotion went through his otherwise empty eyes. Draco assumed he remembered being the infirmary before.

A few minutes later, Harry was in his bed again, watching the ceiling with newfound interest. Draco was on his bed as well, waiting for the return of Madam Promfrey.

A choking sound made Draco cringe. He didn't dare turn his head. Promfrey returned just as Harry's sobs became loud, heart-drenching wails. Draco lay turned away from them, pretending to sleep.

Pretending he didn't care.

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Authors Notes: This chapter was harder to write. If you're wondering what exactly is wrong with Harry, I made it so that he's too afraid to talk to anyone, he's forgotten everything except a few bad memories from the war and whenever he remembers them he starts crying. In other words, I've tried to make him sound like he's gone crazy. I don't know if it's working, but if it is then I hope I cleared it up for you! Thanks for reading!

-Shadow

P.S Is it Promfrey or Promphrey? My books are downstairs and I'm known to be lazy.