Draco watched his mate tenderly as he slept, brushing the locks of raven hair away from his eyes. His mate had been asleep for 3 days, and Draco hadn't left his side since. He refused to leave the chair he was sitting on, he refused to eat, sleep, until Harry was better. He knew that his parents were starting to get worried, he hadn't eaten anything in three days.
But they didn't understand. They didn't understand that Draco could feel everything that Harry was feeling, and, occasionally, Blaise. They didn't know that Harry felt lost, confused, unloved, unwanted. Draco took Harry's hand in his, and gave it a gentle squeeze, silently telling Harry that he was still here. He went into his mind and gave Harry love and comfort through the bond that they held, and felt Harry give a weak response of comfort in return, reassuring him that he was still alive and conscious in his mind of what was happening, regardless if he was currently unconscious.
This was how it had been ever since Harry fell asleep. He would send Harry comforting emotions, gently coaxing him to wake up, and Draco would receive comfort, Harry silently telling him that he was trying, but he couldn't.
The only time when Draco would really start to worry, is when Harry stopped responding to his emotions through the bond that hey shared.
Thankfully, that hadn't happened yet, and Draco didn't want it to happen.
Draco snapped his head in Harry's direction as he heard a whimper coming from his mate. He took in Harry's adorable scrunched up face, beads of sweat on his face, and squirming on the bed. Draco quickly realized that Harry was having a nightmare and proceeded to try to calm him down.
Key word being try.
Harry flinched away from his touch, if that was possible with his eyes closed, and started shaking violently on the bed. Draco quickly sent out calming pheromones to his mate while wrapping his arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly against his struggles, comforting him.
Slowly, Harry began to calm down, but he didn't open his eyes. Just then, the door burst open, and Draco acted on instinct, his mate being injured and needing to protect him are the only thoughts in Draco's mind. He jumped up and went into a defensive position, crouching in front of Harry, hair disheveled, fingers spread apart with nails growing longer and sharper, eyes wild, and snarling.
Blaise Zabini, Professor Snape, Madam Pomfrey, Lucius Malfoy, and Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorway, panting heavily, indicating that they ran here. Blaise rushed towards Harry and Draco calmed down at the familiar faces but was still tense around Dumbledore.
"What happened?! The wards alerted me that something was wrong with Harry!" Madam Pomfrey screeched worriedly, and Draco flinched at the shrill sound of her voice reaching his sensitive ears.
"He just had a nightmare." Draco explained curtly, and everyone calmed down significantly, ignoring Blaise who was sniffing and licking his mate everywhere, making sure that he was alright. After this continued for a good half hour before Blaise calmed down a bit, Blaise wrapped his arms around Harry and buried his face in the crook of his neck and licked it, apologizing for not being there for him.
Draco looked on with emotionless eyes, the other dominant knew of the consequences for leaving his mate in his time of need, and Draco was going to make sure that there would be hell to pay later. Blaise looked up and met Draco's cold, emotionless eyes, feeling the fury through the bond radiating off him, and knew that he was in deep trouble.
He gulped, looking at his dominant with pleading eyes, begging him silently to forgive him. Draco calmly raised an eyebrow, and Blaise knew from years of experience what that meant.
Is that the best you can do?
Pathetic.
Blaise lowered his eyes in shame for upsetting his dominant and not being there for his mate, but that look was soon replaced with a fierce determination as he looked at his dominant in the eye.
I will make it up to you; to both of you.
Blaise silently vowed, and Draco scoffed, as if reading his mind.
We'll see about that.
Their silent conversation was interrupted by their mate, who appeared to be waking up. They both immediately turned their attention onto him, onto their precious mate, as he groaned softly.
"Where-?" His voice was raspy and hoarse, and he started having a coughing fit before he even finished his sentence. After he was finished, his mates rubbing soothing circles on his back, he started panting heavily, feeling a bile rise up his throat as he pushed his mates away, much to their protest, and before anyone could get to him he jumped out of bed and attempted to run to the nearest bathroom, when a wave of dizziness hit him the moment he stood up. Draco, being the closest to him at the moment, tried to get him to back on the bed, when Harry clutched at his stomach and began throwing up everything he had eaten on the floor.
When he was done, he was sweating, shaking, and swaying everywhere, the dizziness so powerful that the whole room was moving with each little shake of the head he did.
Draco gently put his mate back on the bed, and frowned at the state his mate was in. Sweat on his forehead, and his clothes wet from them, hair sticking to his face, eyes closed, panting heavily like a dog, and shaking. An idea popped up into his mind, and he quickly and gently grabbed Harry's hand, and Harry squeezed it tightly, breathing deeply.
"Draconis Lucius Malfoy! Don't you dare do what I think you're going to do!" Lucius thundered, attempting to stop his son, but Draco silently put up a shield around them, preventing Lucius from doing anything to them.
Draco closed his eyes, and concentrated. He concentrated on his magic, where his core was, drowning out the yelling and protesting of the others, focusing on only his mate. After when he found his core, he imagined taking a thread and extending it into Harry, who was unconscious and was greedily taking his magic.
Draco felt himself weaken with each passing second with Harry's magic absorbing his, but he didn't care about how weak he was.
All he cared about was making his mate feel better.
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