Without you

A/N: first time posting in this fandom so work with me. need an editor. leave me a message if interested. all mistakes are mine.

Chapter One


Harry walked over to the bed of the last patient on his list to check on.

Draco Malfoy.

As he reached the silent bed he carefully pulled the curtains aside. Malfoy was as he always had been for the past three weeks. Doing and saying nothing. Like a statue.

He'd been like that since the war ended. The shock of watching his mother brutally murded by his father and then his father's own suicide had driven him into this state.

Harry had been helping with the care of numerous patients wounded from the war. he had looked after Malfoy for the whole three weeks since the end of the war. Many where quick to think that the young wizard may never fully recover. Harry had his hopes. He had sat with Malfoy every moment that he could spare. the childish dislike and feuds had deteriorated over time, leaving Harry's understanding for a portion of what Malfoy must feel.

Harry measured his pulse before he took his usual bed side seat. It was terrifying to see the proud 'pure blood' in such a state. his condition had reached Harry through the never ending count of the afflicted. The coma mirrored Harry's soul. So much had happened. So much lost.

"Professor Lupin is finally fully recovered." Harry whispered to the still figure. "Thats another to help with the healing. Another to relax the load."

He sighed, twisting the pen in his hand. He had been speaking to the silent boy since the second week of his care. He didn't know if he could hear him. Anymore, it no-longer mattered. Ron had been killed in the battle. Hermione was hanging on by barley a thread. Harry had lost nearly everyone, leaving him to talk at his comatose old nemesis. All that fighting from before seemed so ridiculous and childish now. Now that the world had fallen apart around them.

"i thought you might like to hear that Hogwarts has been fully restored. That leaves only a few thousand more buildings left. Atleast now we have a sound ruff over our heads."

Harry gazed silently at him, watching the faint rise and fall of his chest, as if to reassure himself that his silent listener was indeed still alive.

He sighed in exhaustion, resting his head on the mattress by Malfoy's hand. "It would help if you woke up. I know you see through my mindless conversation. My futile attempts to grasp the last few threads of sanity. I know you don't think there is anything to live for, reduced to nothing but to have Harry Potter babble at you three times a day atleast. If you could move Im sure you would have hexed me to avalon and back for merly being in your presence. We make a lot of stupid mistakes didn't we. Useless feuds over childish things. I know I can't take everything back. in a few days you'll awake and hate me just as much as ever," a breathy laugh. "But atleast you'll be alive."

He sighed , relaxing his head into the mattress as he had every night before. as sleep claimed him, drowning him down into the blessed oblivion, he never heard the faint sigh that barley came from the blonds immobile lips.