Sometimes

***Okay so the last chapter was a bit...um...well sad. Anyway, here\'s this, it\'s a little bit better...and no, I don\'t plan on any shagging...sorry...I\'m just not very good at it...maybe next time


He wasn’t waking up. Two weeks after I rescued Draco from Azkaban and he wasn’t coming out of the stupor that they had him in. We were at St. Mungo’s. Ron had humbly apologized several times. Fred had as well. But what did their apologies mean to me? Draco wasn’t responding to anything. Once in a while he would wap anp and scream, then fall back into his coma like state.

It had to be perfect. He had to be kept warm, but not too hot. He needed to be clean. He needed the nicest sheets and the softest pillows. People came and went. McGonagal let me take a leave for a while. I slept in the chair next to Draco. Wiped his head of sweat when he screamed.
He had to wake up.

The words Dumbledore said to me ran over and over in my mind. “Together.” “you can’t do this alone.” “If you really love someone…” Somehow I had brought Draco to me in my mind but how could I get into Draco’s. He wasn’t even there anymore. The dementors had made sure of that.

How? How the hell could I get into Draco’s mind? When I needed him I screamed for him. But screaming would do nothing now. Just draw attention and possibly get me kicked out. It had been so long since I cried that I forgot what it felt like.

Slowly I lowered my head to Draco’s chest, listening to the rhythmic beating of his heart. A tear slid down my cheek. Then another. Another. Quietly I sobbed for everything I had lost in those few seconds. Closing my eyes I felt sleep wash over me.

When I woke I was no longer in St. Mungo’s. The room I was in was dark. Concrete was everywhere. It was cold. Hard. Shadows danced on the wall in glee. “You cried for me,” a voice came from the corner.

Turning, I gasped, “Draco?”

“Why were you crying?”

“Because I miss you! Because you’ve been asleep since I got you out of Azkaban!” I cried out, reaching out for him.

“What do you mean Potter?” He stepped from the shadows. But his eyes were no longer warm to me. They were cold once more. Steely. Hard like the concrete beneath my feet.

“Draco?”

“And since when have you sta cal calling me Draco? What are you doing at my father’s estate?” His voice was hostile now. He moved forward, his arms crossed against his chest.

“You don’t remember? You don’t remember the past few weeks?”

“Potter I think you’ve lost what’s left of that brain of yours.”

“You’re not at your father’s right now,” I screamed. “You’re at St. Mungo’s! They released you from Azkaban but you wouldn’t wake up! I came here to bring you back! Draco you have to listen to me!”

“Get out Potter. Take your insane ramblings and go.” He turned away from me and I felt panic wash over me. Losing Draco to death was one thing…losing him to hate was another. My heart couldn’t take that.

Tackling him was the only option. I pinned him to the ground, his white hair flying into my face wildly. He bucked wildly, somehow managing to turn beneath me. My eyes looked into the cold silver hoping to see some of the

Draco I loved still there. I shuddered at the hate that reflected there. I leaned closer to him, desperate to make him see me. To make him feel me. A tear slid down my cheek landing on the corner of his mouth.

“I love you Draco.”

Slowly I lowered my lips to his. My body was ready to wake now, and was pulling me away. If I didn’t let go of Draco soon and go I would be lost inside his torments as well. Living daily with his hate shining bright in his silver eyes.

Holding onto him desperately, I kissed deeper, running my tongue over his bottom lip. I heard a moan as his mouth opened for me. Light surrounded me. Blinding my closed eyes. I wanted to scream. I wouldn’t let go. It was too bright. I blacked out.

When I woke, my head was rested against Draco’s chest

*There, hope you enjoyed it! Woo!