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)

22. Chapter 22

22 - Draco POV

I knew I was in the infirmary when I woke up. It was always too bright in here, although I could never figure out where all the extra light was coming from. It didn't hurt so much as make it difficult to see, but with the room spinning I figured that'd be hard right now anyway.

I groaned, trying to remember what stupid thing had landed me in here this time. My hand went up to cradle my head but I stopped the motion when I saw how violently it was shaking. That's when I remembered.

"Harry!" I gasped, trying valiantly to sit up, but it felt like my body didn't understand the direction.

A white and black blob appeared over my head and I felt relief rush through me. "You're okay!"

"Of course I'm okay, you dimwit," Pansy's voice answered me. "I'm not the one who used almost all my magic core to wandlessly - wandlessly, Draco - try to stop The Idiot Who Lived from falling to his death."

"Try?" I asked, voice breaking. "What do you mean 'try'?"