never let me go

for you

Matt Corby – Made of Stone

"I left my mother's arms

I left my father's home

And I fell into a well of harm."

Draco woke with a jolt, sitting upright and gasping for breath. He was sweaty and tangled in the sheets. He could feel a panic attack coming on and began clawing at his throat. But then Harry was there, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and putting a hand on his cheek.

"Hey, it's okay, you're safe," he said. "Look at me, Draco, you're safe."

Draco could just make out Harry's face in the dark and tried to focus on him, but he was still shaking.

"Breathe, breathe..."

Draco closed his eyes and held onto him, feeling the weight of his presence, the strength of his arms. He listened to the sound of Harry's voice, gently guiding him through it, until his breathing evened out and he stopped shaking. Exhausted, he sagged against him, and Harry laid them down with his arms still around Draco. He put his head on Harry's chest and his arm around his waist, the steady rise and fall of his breathing soothing him. He was safe. Harry was safe.

"It was you this time," he said into the darkness.

"What was me?"

"They were torturing you instead of me. And those Slytherin seventh years were there."

Draco felt Harry tense. "I really think we need to report them."

"I haven't seen them since you told me to be more careful, Harry."

"But we don't know what they're up to. You said they were trying to recruit you."

Draco thought on that. "We could find out."

"What do you mean?"

Draco pushed up on his elbow so he could look at Harry in the weak light. "Do you still have that invisibility cloak?"

"Yeah... where are you going with this?"

"I draw them out and ask them more about whatever cult it is they're forming, and you stay nearby hidden under the cloak so you can listen and jump in if you need to."

"No. Absolutely not."

"Harry, it's a good plan –"

"No, it's putting you in danger. I won't do that."

"You said yourself we need to find out what they're up to, and if we do then we can tell McGonagall." Harry looked like he was about to protest some more, but Draco silenced him with a kiss. "I promise I'll be careful."

Harry sighed. "Fine. It'll have to be tomorrow night though because drinks is the night after that and I'm not missing that," he said a little more playfully, and Draco kissed him again.

"Sounds good to me."