I wasn't going to continue this, but I got a review that asked me to, so… here is the next part…..
Blackness surrounded Draco. He heard voices, talking, but without words that he could understand, voices from people standing above him. He turned, scared and ran down the tunnel, cleverly consealed underneath the carpet of his living room. It was like an ever consuming void, with twisting tunnels leading off to the various rooms in the house. A twisting prison to anyone who was unfamiliar with the mansion. But a sanctuary to him, keeping some distance between him and the intruders. He managed to reach outside, to reach the only chance of escape. Then he heard a scream, and a flash of unearthly green light lit up the unddergrowth around him. The scream came from a familiar person. But the scream itself was unfamiliar. The scream that he knew would haunt him, seemingly forever. The scream of his mother. He ran, knowing that if he went back, all would be lost, but knowing that he was leaving his dead mother…
Draco woke, drenched in sweat. Even though it had happened many weeks ago, he kept reliving the awful event, and knew that it would haunt him til he died. Salty tears fell unchecked down his cheeks before he saw that he was not alone. He cast around him for the object that he'd kept safe, to find that it wasn't by his side. Then he faintly remembered the inn, and giving it to Harry. The other person in the room moved closer to him, and he lashed out, barely missing them. This was a reflex that he had aquired, having to live on the edge. The person backed off. Through tear blurred eyes, he made them out to be around his age, with ebony hair, and round glasses…
Draco realised his mistake. Ashamed, he spoke to Harry, while taking stock of his position. "I'm so sorry Harry," he said, sobs racking through his body, making it hard for him to speak. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to do it, if it could have happened differently…" he trailed off, sobbing too hard to continue. Then, the door burst open, Draco turned away, not wanting people to see him in this state, but, more importantly, feeling too shamed to look at other people. A voice spoke. It was familiar, and took a while to register. "What the bloody hell is he doing here!"
"Now Ron, he helped us, brought us one of the horcruxes, and it doesn't look as if he can do anything to hurt us in the state he's in…"
Finally he recognised them, and turned around to face them, his face wet, but he had stopped crying. He now knew part of what Harry had gone through, with the dreams, hearing screams.
He saw them properly for the first time in a while. Ron was red, looking angry and glaring at him accusingly, and Hermione was staring at the floor, unsure of what to say. But the thing that shocked him the most was Harry. Harry looked upset, and a ghost of his former self, as if he had just been reminded of something that he was trying to forget. Struggling to find words, he said
"You have a right to accuse me. You don't know the terrible thing I did. It was me, I'm the reason he died, and you can do whatever you want with me now, I deserve it." Silence filled the room, when Harry said simply,
"We know what you did, and we know how you did it, but you undid part of that when you brought us the horcrux." Ron and Hermione stared at Harry, shocked by what he'd just said. Draco just nodded, and felt relieved, as he slipped back into a deep sleep, the first dreamless one that he had had in a very long time.