Sometimes

***I\'m doubling up on chapters tonight. Figured I\'d be nice and go ahead and let out 12 as well. As of right now I\'m working on chapter 14...bu I don\'t know when the terrible feelings will stop...I can only hope soon...I don\'t like them being sad either.

“Harry, please wake up! WAKE UP!!!”

I heard Draco’s voice, but I didn’t know where it was coming from. The hallway dark. Whispers floated around me. I could hear the tears in Draco’s words, but I couldn’t find him. I wanted to get back to him but there were so many doors. Too many to chose from. Most were locked. I ran aimlessly, trying different ways. But there was no where to go.

Everything was so dark. Shadows crawling along the wall. Fingers reaching out to pull me into a black abyss. I wanted Draco. I needed him. He would know what to do. He would know how to get out of here.

“Harry. You act as though your lost.”

Turning, I felt the familiar warm glow of a smile, “professor Dumbledore?”

“Who did you expect?” There was laughter in his voice. My knees gave way. I collapsed.

“But you’re dead! Am I d-d,” I couldn’t bring myself to say it. The thought of leaving the earth so soon after finding Draco was too much to bear. Tears formed at my eyes.

“No Harry. You’re far from dead. Rigow yow you’re lying in St. Mungo’s. Ron is there with you. So is Fred. Minerva, I mean, Headmaster MacGonagall is on her way.” He lost his smile, “Hermione is talking to the Minister of Magic. She’s trying to get Draco out of Azkaban.”

“Why? Why is Draco there?”

“Fred said he did this to you. Draco’s denied it, but no one bothered to listen. They just put him away. Hermione is the only one that believes him.”

“I have to get back. But I can’t…I can’t figure out how,” I cried out desperately. “I heard him earlier, and I wanted to talk back, but he couldn’t hear me.”

Another smile found Dumbledore’s lips. I felt the heat of frustration wash over me. “I remember the first time I saw you at Hogwarts. You were so ready to learn everything. So eager to try. I remember how you fought Voldemort. You were brave beyond your years.”

“What does this have to do with Draco,” I practically yelled.

He went on, “You faced him 7 times Harry, not once did you flinch. You were amazing. Never frightened. Never scared. You never had anything to lose. You saved all those people without ever thinking about it.”

“What does it matter? What does this have to do with Draco?!”

“Don’t you get it Harry? All those times you faced Voldemort, all the times you risked your life, you didn’t really care. It was just something for you to do. Something you knew you had to do.”

“I don’t understand what you mean.” I choked on a sob. I just wanted to get Draco out of Azkaban. That’s all that mattered.

“Harry, this is the first time you’ve ever really been frightened. The first time you can’t face it
alone.”

“But I was afraid all those other times. Every time I faced Voldemort I was afraid.”

“You could still do it ‘alone’ though. Harry, you can’t do this alone. You have to call for Draco. You have to have him help you. Otherwise you’ll be stuck inside the recesses of your mind just like he’ll be stuck in Azkaban.”

“How do I call for Draco? He can’t hear me! And I can’t wake up to go to him.”

“If you really love someone Harry, really love someone, you can do anything you put your heart to…together. Think about him Harry. Bring him here, and he can show you the way out.”

Dumbledore hugged me then. He looked down at me and smiled, “you were like a son to me Harry. I’m very proud of you.”

With that he was gone. Confused, angry, and lost, I screamed. I screamed until my voice was hoarse. Until my ears were ringing in pain. I screamed for Draco. Willing him to hear me. Willing away everything that had happened. I screamed until I couldn’t scream anymore. Then I cried.

“Harry? What the hell is going on? Where am I?”

My head shot up. Draco’s gray eyes met mine. Suddenly I was in his arms. My lips devouring his with a hunger and need I didn’t know was possible. The floor gave way beneath us. I felt like we were falling. He kissed me back with an urgency to make this moment last forever.

“I love you. Draco, love, please don’t leave me again.”

“I won’t Harry. I won’t.”

He was ripping at my clothing. I was tearing his off too. Our hands touched any bare skin fervently. My body was on fire. His hands pulling my thighs up around his hips. Holding me there. I screamed as he entered me. Not in pain. In completion. I bit his shoulder. He called out my name.

Lifting my head, I stared into the bright silver of his eyes. “Come with me Harry. Please, come with me.”

I nodded. His thrusts were faster now. His lips covered mine. Tension and fire flooded my body. I cried out his name, closing my eyes. When I opened them I was startled by the light. I groaned, looking for Draco. Maybe it had all been a dream.

Suddenly Ron’s face appeared above me.

I was in St. Mungo’s. I had finally woken up.


***YAY!!! Harry\'s woken up! But where\'s Draco? Is he okay? Guess we\'ll find out!