Draco's head felt heavy. No, not just his head. It felt like a weight had descended on his whole body, and he believed he couldn't move if he tried. All he could do was lay there, but he wanted to get up. He needed to get some water; his mouth was dry and his throat felt like sandpaper every time he swallowed.

It didn't help that the constant dripping noise next to him reminded him that he needed the restroom. He needed to move. He had to get up.

Draco whimpered as he peeled his eyelids open. It was dark except for the one sconce lit beside the entrance. His head fell to the side with a grunt.

Draco watched the dark figure sitting in the chair next to his bed. It looked like they were leaning forward with their elbows on their knees and their head in their hands. He recognized the dark messy hair.

"Harry," he whispered. The boy didn't respond; he stayed in the same position, breathing deeply. "Harry." Draco tried again, his voice hoarse and barely recognizable, but Harry heard him.

Harry's head snapped up, and tired eyes found his. Draco tried to smile, but was sure the only thing on his face was a grimace. Harry pulled his chair closer to Draco's bed.

"Hey," he said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Like dragon dung," Draco croaked. "Can I get some water?"

Harry nodded, and grabbed the pitcher and cup on the nightstand. After pouring a bit, he helped Draco sit up some so he could drink. Draco choked and spluttered on the first sip, but soon drank all the water in the cup.

"Merlin, that feels so much better," Draco whispered. His mouth and throat weren't as dry, and his body didn't feel heavy anymore, though he did feel a bit sore. An uncomfortable pulling in the crook of his arm caught his attention. It looked like there was a tube sticking out of his arm, which then connected to a bag. That was the dripping he heard when he woke up.

"Harry, what is this?" Draco said, worry in his voice, as he started to try and pull it out.

"No, don't do that." Harry pulled Draco's hand away from the tube. He absently stroked the pale hand as he explained. "It's an IV, a Muggle instrument that'll help get nutrients in you quick so you'll recover faster."

All Draco could really think about was the fluttering in his stomach, and how warm Harry's hands were. Then again, they were always warm, and just a little rough, but gentle; always gentle now. Like Harry's eyes. They were always gentle when they looked at Draco now.

Draco gazed up at Harry. The boy was frowning and staring at their clasped hands, but not really seeing them.

"What's wrong?" The question startled Harry as he jumped a bit before glancing at Draco.

"Uhm, I-I don't really know. I mean, I know, but I—"

"Harry, just tell me."

Harry stared before beginning. "Earlier today—well, I guess last night, you had another fit, but this time, instead of passing out, we had to sedate you."

"Sedate me," Draco repeated.

"Yeah, with a Muggle tranquilizer. It's kind of like a heavy duty Calming Draught. Usually people fall asleep, but you didn't. You stayed awake and were talking to me."

Draco felt a blush creeping up his neck. Whatever he said to make Harry act like this, it must have been bad. "What did I say?"

"Uhm, you said hello to me twice, asked if I was okay, asked if you were floating. You said Madame Pomfrey needed to take a look at your head when she already was. Then you told me not to leave you, because it comes back when I go."

All the blood that just came up to Draco's face rushed back down. He told Harry.

"Have you been hearing voices, Draco?" Harry whispered and squeezed Draco's hand.

"No," he whispered. Harry sighed and started to let go of Draco's hand, but Draco grabbed the hand again. "Just one."

"How long?" The question was vague, but Draco knew what Harry meant.

"Since the night I found my parents. At first, it was random words. Now, it's full sentences." Draco couldn't meet Harry's eyes.

"What does it say?" Harry asked quietly.

"I'm worthless. I'm disgusting. I'm a coward. I don't deserve to be happy, to live. I should kill myself. Everyone hates me and pities me. No one cares. No one wants me. No one loves me. I am a horrible excuse for a life," Draco sobbed. He only noticed the tears falling down his face towards the end of his rant.

Harry jumped up and pulled Draco forward, careful no to hurt the arm the IV was stuck into. He climbed behind Draco and sat, pulling Draco to his chest with his legs on either side of Draco's hips. Enveloping Draco in his arms, he tried to calm the crying blond.

"Draco, you can't believe all those things. They aren't true," Harry whispered in Draco's ear. He felt his own tears burning his eyes, but refused to let them fall. "We are going to get rid of that voice, Draco, I promise you. You're going to get better. You're going to have your head all to yourself, I swear." He pulled Draco tighter against him. "We're going to prove that voice wrong."

Harry felt Draco calm in his arms. He sighed in relief as the boy's breathing started to even out into deep breaths.

The blond was almost asleep when Harry heard him mutter, "No one can save me."

"I can," Harry said, his voice firm with determination. "And I will."

Author Note: So, that is as far as I have gotten with this story in my time of no internet. Since you took the time to read it, perhaps you could take the time to favorite and review? It's just a suggestion.

Disclaimer: I really don't want to be sued for plagiarism. It all belongs to good ole J.K.