Draco dropped the spoon. He barely registered the hot liquid soaking through the blanket and the standard-issued pajamas.
You didn't think I would leave you just as things were getting good, did you?
"No," Draco whispered. His eyes darted around the infirmary for something—anything—that would take the voice away. Realization dawned on him. "Harry!"
Good!
The voice boomed in his head. Draco screamed. He thought his skull was going to crack open. He clawed at his hair, willing the pain to go away.
Distantly, as if through a wall, he heard someone shout his name. Hands grabbed his wrists and pinned them down to his side. He flailed out his legs as he tried to get leverage to push the hands off. His foot connected with something, and he felt a sickening crunch; whether it was in his foot or the thing he hit, he didn't know. His legs were quickly pinned down to the bed, but he was still struggling to get free.
There was a sharp pain in the crook of his arm. He felt a fuzziness descend over his brain. His movements slowed and he could vaguely make out voices.
"Wha' da' bloo'y 'ell wa' dad?" Ron yelled as he held a rag up to his bleeding nose. He sent an apologetic look toward Madame Pomfrey, who was sitting on the bed next to an almost unconscious Draco and trying to calm herself. She still had the Muggle needle clutched in her hand.
"My sentiments exactly, Mr. Weasley, though maybe not in those words." She collected herself enough to stand and banish the needle to the trash.
"Madame Pomfrey, his head is bleeding." She looked over to Harry, who was stooped next to the bed, his face close to Draco's. He was carding his fingers through the blond hair, which was slowly becoming red.
"Miss Granger, if you could take care of Mr. Weasley? I believe you are more than satisfactory at healing charms." She sent a quick smile towards the girl before going over to the two boys.
"Hello, Harry," Draco whispered. His eyes were closed, and his fingers were stroking Harry's hand, which was still around his wrist.
"Hey, Draco," Harry said softly.
"Hello, Harry," Draco repeated after a moment. Harry chuckled and moved his hand away from the boy's hair. "Why'd you stop?"
"Madame Pomfrey needs to take a look at your head," Harry explained, but he gently laid his hand on Draco's stomach. He looked up when he heard a grunt. Ron was doubled over and had his hands on his knees. Hermione stood over him with a satisfied smirk. She looked over to Harry and winked, making Harry snigger.
Harry turned back to Draco as he heard him mumble something. "What was that?"
"I said, good. She needs to."
"Why does she need to?" Harry leaned in closer. Draco didn't say anything. "Draco?"
"Are you okay, Harry?" Draco muttered. Harry sighed.
"Yes, I'm okay. Are you okay?"
"I feel weird. Am I floating?" Harry chuckled again.
"No, you're not floating. You're lying in a bed."
"Oh." He sucked in a sharp breath. Harry glanced up at Madame Pomfrey. Her wand was touching Draco's head, and a red light was shining. He looked back down at Draco and moved his hand from the boy's stomach to smooth out the lines between the blond eyebrows.
"Does that hurt?" Harry whispered. Draco began to shake his head, but Madame Pomfrey tsked.
"Use words, Mr. Malfoy. Don't move."
"No, doesn't hurt. Just feels weird," he mumbled. After a moment, he sighed, "Hey, Harry?"
"Yes, Draco?"
"Don't leave me," he whispered. His eyes opened slowly and rolled a little before finding Harry's. "It comes back when you leave."
"What comes back?" Harry was terrified. He wanted to know what was happening to Draco, but he was so scared that he couldn't help him. And Harry had to help him. There was a pull that Harry couldn't ignore that centered with Draco. He'd felt it for a long time, but now it was stronger. "What comes back when I leave, Draco?"
"The voice."
Author Note: I know it was a short chapter, but so much happened in it, so you can't complain. Favorite and review please!
Disclaimer: I wouldn't be forced to use the library Wi-Fi, which has an hour timer on it, mind you, if I owned Harry Potter.