Chapter 2 Dray, I Need You
Malfoy entered the hospital wing, and, seeing that Madam Pomfrey wasn't around, moved toward the bed that had the curtains drawn around it, pushing them aside quietly. Harry was laying on his side facing him, his too-thin body curled in the fetal position under the sheets.
Surprising himself, he wondered with more then some concern why he hadn't been eating enough. His black hair was messier then usual, and dull, his skin even paler then Malfoy's was. His green eyes were open, but hazy and unseeing as he muttered inaudibly to himself.
"Potter?" he said sharply, huffing in annoyance when he didn't receive a response of any kind. So he reached out, touching his shoulder reluctantly, shaking him a bit. "Potter? Harry?" His gray eyes went wide when Potter blinked, but the other boy's eyes stayed hazy. "Harry?" he repeated, shaking him again.
Harry whimpered softly, shivering, trying to roll over to get away, but Malfoy wouldn't let him, stunned as he listened to the words flow unchecked from the Gryffindor's mouth. "No, no, no… It's just a dream… Just like all the others… He'll never touch you… Never care… Never l-love me… It's all a l-lie… Pretty lies… Have to get away… Hide… Can't take it anymore… P-Please, no more… So tired… Make it stop… Please, make it stop…"
Harry stiffened briefly beneath Malfoy's fingers where they still rested on his shoulder, the he relaxed, seeming almost to float away from Malfoy as his eyes fluttered closed. Malfoy wanted to scream with frustration. It might not be a Malfoy like thing to do, but it was true nonetheless. Then he nearly gasped when Harry smiled in his mental sleep, the smile lighting up his face as he spoke quietly.
"Draco… I knew that you would come… I missed you…" Malfoy did gasp at Potter's use of his first name, having never heard him use it before, wondering what he was seeing in his mind. He froze, eyes widening again when Harry continued to speak. "Oh, Draco… It's been so long, or it feels that way to me… Please, Draco, kiss me…" Harry licked his lips then, moaning softly at whatever he was feeling. "Dray!" he gasped out, panting now. "Ohh, gods, Dray, I need you… Make love to me, please… Please, baby, I love you so much…"
Draco was stunned. Harry Potter, Saint Potter, was lusting after another man. Was, apparently, in love with him. And not just any man, but the, however reluctant, son of a Death Eater. He needed some time to think about this. He drew the curtains closed once more, surprising himself again when he cast a silencing charm around the bed before casting one last look at the curtains as he left.