Draco was walking forward, his mind weaving in and out of reality. He didn't hear anything. He didn't see anything, feel anything, taste anything. But he knew if he kept walking, he would find what he was looking for.
A color appeared in the darkness again. But it was not green. It was white, breaking through the black. The white morphed into a hand. The hand of the person Draco was looking for.
Draco reached out his hand as well. The other one yanked him into the real world, into his arms.
But when Draco awoke, he was not in Harry's arms. Harry was there, he had just walked through the door.
The woman who had sat near Draco all this time got up and hurried over to the boy. Draco is troubled, you see, she whispered. Ever since the war - he's been ill. And he's asked for you. We expect it's some kind of brain damage. Just...humor him, will you?
From his position on the bed, Draco could see the desperation in her eyes.
Harry walked over.
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Poisonous Dreams √
Fanfiction(A Drarry Fanfiction) After the battle of Hogwarts, Draco is broken. No magical doctor or spell can heal him, because it's not his body that's broken. It's his heart. Draco doesn't know why. He doesn't understand these feelings. But he starts to onc...
