Rescued

Draco had been very surprised to feel lips on his forehead and even more surprised to open his eyes and see Harry Potter kneeling in front of him. The only thing he could think to do was show him the letters. So he did, and closed his eyes to let more tears fall as he remembered what his father had said.

He didn’t expect Harry to lift him up and carry him to the hospital wing nor did he think the Gryffindor would care, but when he opened his eyes again Harry was still there, sitting next to his bed, his head down and his own pale hand held by a tan one. A strangled gasp caught in his throat and more tears fell, causingry try to look up at him sadly.

The other boy sat on the edge of the bed and pulled him into his arms, rubbing his back as he sobbed and tangled his hands in Harry’s robe. He just continued to comfort him; didn’t he have other things to do? Friends that were worried about where he was? Why was he bothering to worry about a slimy, sneaky, Slytherin when he had golden Gryffindors as friends?

But Harry stayed there with him until he was all cried out. He finally pulled back and looked at his savior; the Savior of the Wizarding World and the savior of his sorry arse.

“Why didn’t you just leave me there to die?” He whispered to Harry.

Something clouded passed through Harry’s eyes before he answered, “Because I care and I couldn’t let you go.”

He pulled him close again and sighed, hoping Draco wouldn’t pull away, hoping he could once and for all make a decision for himself without someone breathing down his neck. But Draco didn’t pull away, he just snuggled closer,o hoo hoping that Harry wouldn’t leave, wouldn’t disappear from his life. He needed someone, because no one was there for him anymore.

As if reading his mind, Harry spoke quietly into his hair, “You won’t lose me, I’m not leaving unless you make me, and that would take a lot on your part because I don’t plan on giving up.”

Draco nodded and held on tighter as if his life depended on it. Well, it did really, when he thought about it. If Harry hadn’t saved him, or if Harry left him now, he would try again. He wouldn’t think twice before holding the knife to his wrists and reopening the wounds.

They finally lay down, Harry wrapping his arms around Draco tightly, and they fell asleep. Neither knew that McGonagall was telling his friends he was in the hospital wing or that after a good talking to from Dumbledore that Snape was giving the Slytherins a much needed dressing down.

The two eventually fell asleep in each other’s arms and never noticed a red head and a brunette watching them from the shadows with frowns on their faces. Harry and Draco would have a lot more to deith ith tomorrow. If they only knew what would happen, maybe Harry would have been able to prevent it by telling the Gryffindors sooner. Perhaps not, but there were feelings stirring inside him for Draco that he never knew were there.

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Another short chapter. They get longer at some point and mdetadetailed.