Joined (A Drarry Fic Not Written By Me)

Part 1: Chapter 8

Harry wasn't safe. Draco didn't know how he knew this, but he knew. He was quick-walking down a dark corridor, trying to get to Harry. He had to save him. The Dark Lord was back. And Harry was his target. Draco didn't know where Harry was, but he had to find him. There were many doors along the corridor he was walking down. He looked at each of them, straining his ears for any sign of Harry. And then he heard it. A loud, shrill scream. "Harry," Draco muttered.
The screaming continued, and Draco thought he could even hear sobbing underneath it all.
He followed the voice, and as it drew nearer, he spotted the door it seemed to be around.
He pressed his ear against the door, and sure enough, heard the screaming louder and closer than ever.
"No, no, please don't, not again—"
"CRUCIO!"
Draco burst into the room to find Harry on the ground, writhing and screaming in agony,
Lord Voldemort standing over him.
"NO!" Draco pulled out his wand and shot something at the Dark Lord. It worked. He was distracted and the spell stopped, leaving Harry crumpled on the ground. Draco rushed over to him.
"Harry! It's okay, you're okay, I'm here..."
"Step aside," a high-pitched, hissing voice whispered.
Voldemort was back, his pale face leering at the two boys.
"No," Draco said. "I won't. I'll protect him forever."
But Voldemort merely laughed.
"Draco... I thought you would be useful. But I was wrong." He drew his wand and pointed it past Draco at Harry.
"NO!" Draco screamed.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
A flash of green light struck the dark room, Voldemort was laughing, Draco was yelling, and Harry was limp in his arms—

"Draco? Draco!"
Somebody was nudging him.
Draco opened his eyes. Harry was leaning over him, looking concerned.
Draco was breathing very hard, and he felt cold and sweaty. He sat up as he remembered where he was. Crap. Harry had woken up.
"Draco? Were you having a bad dream or something?"
"Er, no, I'm just fine," Draco said, knowing Harry wouldn't buy it.
"Come off it, you can tell me," Harry said. "I won't laugh."
Draco smiled weakly. "You're sweet. But no, I think I'll keep it to myself. You—you're alright, aren't you?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" Harry said.
"I don't know... just, ever since you got poisoned..."
"Are you worried about me?" Harry said, smiling.
Draco blushed a little. "Well... of course I am! You're—you're my friend, and... y—you know... I don't want something like that to happen to you again," he mumbled.
This time Harry turned a bit pink. "Thanks, Draco."
The two sat there for a few moments more, in awkward silence.
"I've been having nightmares almost every night since it happened," Draco said finally, avoiding Harry's gaze. "You just never woke up before. And they're all different in the beginning, but they always end the same..." He swallowed. "At the end, you're always... About to die."
Harry's face turned even redder.
"A year ago, that wouldn't have been a nightmare for you," he said.
Both boys were red in the face at the moment.
Then Harry smiled. "I'm glad that we're well past that," he said. "It's proof that we're officially friends."
Draco smiled a little. One part of him felt grateful that they had come this far; another was disappointed that they were only friends.
"Let's go back to bed, okay?" Harry said.
"Okay," Draco said.
He noticed that Harry's hand was discolored because he had been holding it so tightly.
They lay back down in the bed, their eyes still open. Harry could hear Draco's sharp breaths and knew he was still afraid. He slowly put his arms around Draco, so that he could tell that he, Harry, was alright, was safe, as long as they were here.
Draco's heart fluttered as he felt Harry embrace him. He closed his eyes, smiling, suddenly feeling light as air, and allowed himself to fantasize about Harry until he fell alseep. And when he did, the nightmares had vanished