I'm pretty happy with this one, I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

The air whipped around him, throwing his perfect hair into disarray. Blobs of colour surrounded him but he couldn't make out any distinct shapes. His eyes watered from the cold, biting wind, even with the goggles covering them. His cheeks were completely numb as were his fingers. Despite all this, he was smiling; a bright, carefree smile.

Something flew past him and he pulled up sharply. Bad idea.

He was falling, falling. The wind whipped around him but it didn't make him feel alive, not anymore. His carefree smile was gone. He kept falling. A shaped moved towards him, arm outstretched; a shape with bright green eyes.

"Draco!"

Draco shot out of the bed with a gasp; looking around his extravagant room frantically.

"Darling, are you okay?"

Draco turned slowly and saw his mother's worried frown. "What happened?" he asked after a moment.

"You were crying out in your sleep and you looked distressed. Was it a nightmare?"

Draco frowned but nodded. "It must have been," he said hesitantly.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"I was falling, I think I fell off my broom," he said, still frowning. The details were a little fussy.

"Your broom?"

Draco nodded. "I think I was playing Quidditch," he elaborated when his mother's frown didn't disappear.

"Quidditch?" she asked.

"Yes," he said slowly.

"That sounds like some dream," she said eventually. She forced a smile on her face but he could still see the badly concealed concern.

Draco went to question his mother when he heard a knock downstairs.

"Ah, that's probably Blaise. You are still going to The Diagon Alley Markets today, aren't you?"

Diagon Alley Markets, Draco thought, why didn't she just say Diagon Alley? Draco dismissed the thought for another one. He didn't remember organising the trip with Blaise. He nodded anyway, wanting to talk to his friend. Maybe he'll be able to explain why the last thing I remember is dinner at Hogwarts.

"Hogwarts?"

Draco rolled his eyes his friend. "Yes, Hogwarts; our school for the last five years?"

Blaise turned to run an appraising gaze over him. "What on earth are you talking about?"

Draco glared, ready to punch him. "What am I talking about? Merlin, has everyone gone mental today? Okay, Draco thought, maybe that's an exaggeration. He didn't take his words back, though, especially when Blaise looked at him like he was the mental one.

"Did you just say Merlin?"

Draco threw his hands in exasperation, striding towards Gringotts. He stopped just before the door and stared at the only person not moving with the crowed. A person with a familiar pair of green eyes.

The boy was around his age, dark, messy hair and he was short; a lot shorter than Draco himself. He had a bruise along his jaw line but he was smiling; a smile that only widened when they locked eyes. The boy's mouth started moving but Draco couldn't hear the words.

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and Draco glanced away to look at Blaise.

"Are you sick or something?" Blaise asked.

Draco wasn't listening, already looking back to the boy with the green eyes, only to see the crowd in movement. The boy was gone.

Draco stared at the stop the boy had been. He heard Blaise calling his name but didn't respond. Where did he go?

"Draco, if you don't answer me I'll die your hair blue in your sleep."

"You will not!" Draco said, whirling around to glare at Blaise for a moment. His attention quickly went back to the crowd, seeing if he could spot the boy again. "Did you see him?" Draco asked Blaise after a moment.

"Who?"

"The boy, he was just there," Draco said, waving his arm at the crowd across the street.

There was silence for a long time. Draco continued to stare at the crowd and Blaise stared at Draco, concerned and worried.

"Come on," Blaise said eventually, "we should get to the bank before it becomes too busy."

Draco nodded distractedly and let Blaise pull him inside. The moment Draco looked at the inside of Gringotts he froze. "W-what?" Draco said, starring at the tellers.

"What is it?" Blaise said, exasperated.

"T-the tellers," Draco couldn't understand what he was seeing.

"Yes? What about them?" Blaise said, guiding Draco away from the bank doors so they weren't blocking them.

"They're people," Draco said. "They're not meant to be people." Draco turned to face Blaise and was shocked to see his concern and worry.

"Maybe I should get you home," Blaise suggested slowly.

Draco backed away from him. "No," he said frantically. "No, everything is wrong. Wrong!"

Draco turned and flew out the doors. He frantically looked around Diagon Alley and realised nothing was as it should be. The robe shop held dresses; the pet store held dogs; the joke store held muggle whoopee cushions, (he would never forgive Pansy for introducing those things to him). Everything was wrong.

Draco raced to the exit; The Leaky Cauldron, and found a door instead of a magical barrier. Draco turned around and he ran. Wrong, wrong, wrong. He disappeared into an alley and crouched down. His head hurt, there was a pounding behind his eyes and his vision was starting to darken. He felt himself drift into unconscious, slumped against a brick wall.

There was white, a murmur of voices. His head throbbed and his eyes stung in the bright light. He wasn't sure where he was, what he was. He couldn't feel any of his fingers or toes. His whole lower body was numb.

There was a weight on his chest constricting his breathing. It was uncomfortable but somehow comforting. The murmur of voices came closer and the weight on his chest shifted slightly.

". . . wake up?"

"It's hard . . . days."

" . . . move him?"

". . . worried, leave . . ."

The weight shifted again. He felt himself blink slowly, his vision growing dark again. A dark shape invaded his vision. His eyes closed; vibrant green eyes and a soft, sad voice following him into unconscious.

"Please, wake up."

"Draco, please wake up."

Draco opened his eyes slowly, feeling more at peace than ever before.

"Oh, Draco. Are you okay?"

Draco locked eyes with his mother, spotting Blaise wringing his hands behind her.

"Wha–"

"Don't talk, it's okay." Draco's mother ran a hand down his cheek. "I'm going to take you home, sweetheart."

Draco nodded, too tired to argue. He let his mother help him up and direct im to lean on Blaise. They walked towards the Leaky Caldron, the wrong Leaky Caldron. That's when he saw him, the boy.

Draco stopped moving instantly, startling Blaise and his mother. "Do you see him?" he whispered.

Draco focused so completely on the boy he didn't notice the worry shared by his best friend and mother.

The boy was smiling again; his bruise looked to be a few days old now. His eyes were dancing in amusement. The boy opened his mouth and Draco heard a voice. It didn't sound like it came from the boy's direction. In fact, it didn't sound like it came from any direction; rather, it floated around him, like it was caught in the wind.

"Time to wake up," it whispered.

"What?" Draco said, looking into the boy's beautiful green eyes.

"Time to come back."

Draco felt his body becoming weak; his arms becoming numb and his legs loosing all their strength. His hearing started to fade, causing the shouts next to him to become muffled. His vision darkened. Only a pair of laughing green eyes and the floating voice stayed with him.

"Wake up, Draco."

Draco woke slowly. Feeling appeared in his fingers and toes first, a slight tingle. Then he felt pressure on his hand, like someone was clenching tightly. His hearing, while still slightly muffled, started to come back, allowing him to hear muffled voices. His eye lids felt heavy but Draco attempted to open them.

"Welcome back, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco blinked, finding it easier the more he tried. He tilted his head slightly and looked at Madam Pomfrey who was smiling at him kindly.

"Draco," a chocked voice said from his other side.

Draco turned his head in that direction and spotted the dishevelled face of his boyfriend. "Hey," he whispered, attempting to raise his hand but realising Harry's hand was clenched tightly in it. He smiled softly at the boy instead.

Harry smiled back, his eyes wet but happy. "Hey yourself, it's good to see those eyes open."

Draco's smile widened but dimmed again when he noticed a yellow and purple bruise on his jaw line. Draco pulled his hand out of Harry's and brought it up to trace. "Why is this here?" he asked.

Harry pressed his lips together and refused to answer.

Draco turned to Madam Pomfrey, who'd been watching the exchange silently. "Why didn't you heal him?" he demanded.

Madam Pomfrey glanced down at Draco with a stern stare, one much softer than he was use to, and then glared at Harry. "He refused my help. He said he deserved it for letting you fall," she said.

Draco turned to Harry with a frown, not that he noticed as he was glaring at the nurse. "You idiot," he said, before turning back to Madam Pomfrey. "Heal him," he said.

"No," Harry snapped. He looked at Draco with shame in his eyes. "What do you remember of your accident.

Draco frowned in thought. He remembered flying, he remembered pulling up, he remembered falling, he remembered an outstretched arm and green eyes. "Not much," he said. "It's kind of blurry but I fell off my broom?"

Harry nodded. "You pulled up to avoid a bludger while we were playing a mock game." Harry placed a hand over Draco's. "You pulled up too sharply and you slipped off. I was so close to you, I tried . . ." Harry trailed off, clearing his throat. "We both landed hard but you were knocked out. You didn't wake up until yesterday, where your eyes opened slightly. Madam Pomfrey said she could give you a potion that sped up the recovery at that point. I don't know what it was but she couldn't give it to you until you woke on your own. I thought . . ."

Draco didn't need Harry to finish, knowing what he was going to say. Draco just shook his head and squeezed Harry's hand. "I'm okay now. I'm awake and here."

Harry smiled, laying his head on Draco's chest. "I know," he whispered.

Draco just laid a hand over Harry's head as he watched Madam Pomfrey disappear into her office. Draco thought about forcing Harry to be healed, he thought about asking more question like just how long he'd been unconscious. He thought about forcing Harry to talk but feeling the slight tremors running though Harry's body, he thought better and just lay back in silence. Now was not the time.

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