Talk To Me

by facelesswriting

While finishing their education, the 8th years are picking up the pieces of their lives, but Harry's world is still crashing down around his ears. As he spirals apart, even the most unlikely people are banding together to keep him sane, but will he ever recover? And will he ever find his voice again? (TW for self-harm, panic attacks, and depression)

10. Chapter 10

10- Draco POV

We must have fallen asleep like that. I'm not sure what woke me up, but I was still in the in-between.

It was like long carriage rides as a kid - where you knew vaguely what was going around you, and you could feel your head bobbing up and down, but you couldn't fully wake up no matter how hard you tried.

Now I could feel my hands moving through soft hair, and a body pressed against mine.

I heard the click of the portrait shut, and my eyes snapped open. I craned my neck around to see who was at the door. Granger wasn't looking at me, but I gave her a polite smile anyway.

"Is Harry okay?" She asked.

I was confused. He was her friend, why was she asking me? Then I turned my attention to the person leaning, asleep, under my arm. Oh.

Everything from before I'd fallen asleep rushed back. His mother dying. I couldn't believe he'd shown me that.

"He had a nightmare."

"And you…?"

I shrugged, uncomfortable, and the movement must have woken Potter because he stirred. A feeling of warm gratitude washed over me, and my hands went to my temples, "Please."

Potter's eyes snapped up to me and almost fell over in his haste to get up, his face heating. His eyes locked with Granger's for a second before he disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower start, and looked at Granger for an answer.