Drarry; A Comfort Story

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

He walks over to the couch and I sit next to him. He has a concerned and worried look on his face. What is this about? Did I do something wrong? Does he immediately regret his decision?

"Harry.."

That was surprising, this must be very Sirius.

"You just said you weren't ever going to call me tha-"

"This is serious, Harry."

I was right. This is Sirius.

"Harry, what has been going on?"

"What?"

"You know what I'm talking about. All the breakdowns- starving yourself- what is up with that?"

Oh shit.

Third Person POV

Harry feels tears threatening to run down his cheeks. He looks away, embarrassed. Draco's puts a comforting hand on Harry's chin, gently having him turn his head to face him, and sets his head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco's hand on Harry's head gently strokes his hair. He listens as Harry rants on about his life at 'home' and how he was abused and treated as a slave. Draco's trying his hardest not to cry. He nearly failed.

After a while, Harry falls asleep, exhausted.

Draco positions them more comfortably, so he's laying on the couch, Harry laying on top of him, with his head on Draco's chest.

Draco finds it quite comfortable, at least, though he prefers sleeping in a bed. He soon falls asleep as well, and they both have a dreamless sleep that night.

Harry wakes up the next morning to find he's most certainly not in his c
Common room, or dorm.

He looks up to see Draco's head just above him, and realizes he's on Draco's chest.

He feels his cheeks start to warm. He then remembers it's Saturday, so fortunately, they have no classes.

Harry assumes they've already missed breakfast, but he doesn't mind. He's in the ROR, for Godric's sake. Draco's arms are tightly wrapped around him, making him feel trapped. He tries to get up anyway, but Draco forces him down.

"Sleep, Harry. " He groaned. "You need it, you've been exhausted lately." Draco himself sounded tired and exhausted.

Listening to Draco's words, Harry lays back down. Harry falls back asleep, until a few hours later. Draco's now up, gently shaking Harry awake.

"Potter."

"Back to 'Potter,' huh?" Harry commented without opening his eyes.

"That doesn't matter, get up. Your friends are definitely worried about you. You should go find them and explain why you were gone. Leave me out of the picture though, or they're going to kill me."

"But you're so warm.."

Draco went bright red.

"Get. Up."

"Okay, okay, fine."

"Get some food before you go, no more starving yourself."

"Okay."

As Harry stands up to get some breakfast that the ROR has put on the table, Draco suddenly stops him.

"Meet me back here tonight, after dinner. We aren't done talking from last night."

Harry quickly remembers what happened last night, but vaguely. He remembers him almost crying and telling Draco his past, and he doesn't remember anything further.

"Okay." He agrees.

Harry grabs some food, eats, then leaves, feeling anxious for some reason. What was going to happen, exactly?

Little does he know, that Draco is thinking the exact same thing.