Sorry for disappearing but I have finally written another chapter for you guys
Disclaimer- To my complete and utter sorrow I unfortunately do not own these fantastic characters.
He was walking down a long dark corridor, occasionally lit up by violent flashes of green light, when the scene suddenly changed. His father's face came into view, lined with disappointment, shame etched into his features. All it took was a single sentence and Draco felt himself go numb, "You have failed me, Draco", Lucius's voice echoed around his head.
He felt someone shaking him, and he shot upright, drenched in sweat and panting heavily. He had been having the same nightmare for the past two weeks and not a single detail had changed. Always the same words which seemed to cut him at his very core. Sometimes he would even see his mother's face, her tearful eyes and anguished expression haunting him even during the day.
A small voice shook him out of his reverie and he looked down to see a pair of curious emerald eyes gazing at him. "Dway, did you have a bad dream?" Harry asked quietly. "Yes, but it's nothing you need to worry about, I have nightmares sometimes" Draco replied.
"I have them too; Dudley said that I used to cry in the middle of the night like a sissy." Harry looked down at his hands, embarrassed, a blush reddening up his face.
Draco frowned. This Dudley, whoever he was, seemed like an absolute tool. "There's nothing to be ashamed of, even the bravest of people have nightmares. You're not a sissy for crying, everybody cries." He said sharply. Harry nodded his head, a relieved look appearing on his face as if he was anxious about Draco's reaction to his confession.
"Well, you must be feeling hungry so let's go get some breakfast. But first-"Draco said gleefully, shrinking a pair of his own robes down to Harry's size "Why don't you put these on. I think they'll look brilliant on you."
"Malfoy, you scumbag! How dare you force Harry to wear Slytherin robes! He's a Gryffindor through and through, not a slimy snake. Don't think that he'll let you get away with this once he becomes normal again." Ron shouted across the Great Hall, his face turning an unpleasant shade of purple.
"Force him? I certainly did not. Get your facts straight Weasley. He likes wearing these robes, don't you Harry?" Draco said, receiving immense satisfaction from angering Ron.
"Yes Dway, you told me I looked bwilliant." Harry agreed.
"I know exactly what you're trying to do!" Ron yelled accusingly.
"Oh do you?" Draco asked snidely.
"Yes! You're trying to brainwash him. Turn him into one of you. Well, let me tell you right now. If it comes down to it, I'll take Harry away from you myself!" Ron shrieked, his voice echoing around the Hall.
Draco squashed the strange feeling of possessiveness and despair that arose within him, choosing to ignore it, while preparing a cutting remark involving a few choice suggestions of what Weasley should do to himself. However a high pitched voice pipes up "Wheezy, don't make my Dway sad!" and he sees Harry pummeling Ron with his tiny clenched fists. Ron picked him up, trying to stop his incessant struggling and Draco saw red.
"Unhand him this instant." He ordered, raising his voice for the first time during this whole fiasco.
Suddenly Hermione stood up clutching the Daily Prophet in her hands, pale as a sheet. Taking one look at her Ron immediately let go of Harry, who ran back to Draco, fisting his hands in Draco's trousers.
"What's the matter Mione?" Ron asked worriedly.
"I-It says here that known death eater, Antonin Dolohov, escaped from Azkaban and is on the loose. I thought that we were past all of this, that we could even have relatively normal lives now." She said in a shaking voice.
Ron immediately enveloped her in an embrace, trying to console her, looking extremely pale himself.
However there was more to come. The instant Hermione's eyes fell upon Harry she drew in a sharp breath.
"Oh no… What if Dolohov comes for Harry while he's in this state? He can't protect himself right now, he's too vulnerable. We have to do something!" she cried.
It seemed like a cold fist had wrapped itself around Draco's heart. He couldn't breathe. But then, why should he care? He hated Potter didn't he? Well, if he was being entirely honest with himself, that was admittedly a lie. In a span of less than two days, the little pest had charmed Draco with his incessant chatter and babble. Somewhere along the line, Potter had become Harry, and Draco would be damned if he let some psycho in a mask take him away.
A.N: I know its short but at least it's something, right?
Anyway please review and tell me what you think, because I live on your reviews… seriously.