Kiss Me | Drarry

Trois

{a/n- a flashback to the fire}

Harry ran. He just ran. Everything was burning. His arms. His legs. His lungs. The school building was on fire. Most people had already evacuated. That was only because he pulled on the fire lever before the fire even reached the other classrooms. God, it was a scary experience. Feeling the heat and forgetting which way the exit was.

"Please, god, let me live," he muttered over and over. "Please!"

He stopped quickly to catch his breath. He looked behind him, seeing fiery red everywhere. It was the greatest of sight nor the greatest of feelings. He screamed as as piece of wood caved in from the ceiling. He quickly tried to dodge out of the way. He breathed as lightly as he could while he tried to catch his breath. Besides the roaring of the fire and the sirens outside, Harry heard something else. Someone else.

"Hello?" he yelled as loud as he could.

Immediately after, loud screaming was heard, "HELP! HELP! PLEASE! SOMEBODY!"

Harry followed the voice into a classroom. He looked behind him and saw streams of water coming in through the windows. The fire was backing down but not enough. He looked into the classroom and saw two people. One was cowering against the wall while the other laid on the floor. Dead.

"Can you come towards me?" Harry called out to the person.

They (who seemed to be a male) looked around and froze when they saw the fire. He shook his head. Harry coughed and shook his head as the roaring flames started making the ceiling collapse. No other way now.

Harry sprinted towards the boy and saw him up close. Malfoy. On the ground next to him was Goyle, an old friend of Malfoy's. He couldn't be saved. Malfoy seemed to have a puzzled expression but didn't object when Harry grabbed his arm.

"I'm gonna get you out, okay?" Harry comforted Malfoy.

He whimpered in fear as he held on to Harry's arm. Harry gently tugged on him to lift him up but he wouldn't move.

"Draco, we gotta go. Come on," Harry tried coaxing but jumped when he heard the roof make strange noises.

It was going to cave in.

"Fuck it," Harry cursed before lifting Draco up and pulling him into his arms.

Draco was lighter than he'd expected but Harry wouldn't be able to hold him for long. He held Draco in his arms, feeling terrible when he felt the blond boy shaking. His face was pressed into Harry's sweatshirt, which brought a lot of comfort to Draco.

"God, help me," he muttered as he ran out of the room, trying his best to avoid the fires that were in the room.

He ran and ran and ran. Harry only remembered running and the weight of Draco in his arms. Draco's arms were wrapped around Harry's neck, giving him even more comfort. Harry didn't remember how he got out. He knew that almost every exit was blocked. Harry couldn't hear anything from Draco anymore and one of his arms had fallen into his stomach. He'd passed out.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck."

The smoke was making Harry out of breath a lot faster than it normally would. He was still upstairs but the exit was within reach. The fire was dying down but there was still a big chance they'd be trapped in there. So he ran with Draco in his arms and at the exit, he found that it didn't have much blockage.

"Thank god," he muttered before running.

He tried not to trip and almost dropped Draco when he heard loud cracking. He was nearly at the doer when he saw that the building there had caved in. There was no fire there, though, luckily for him. He wondered where the cracking came from. Suddenly, the wood fell, making Harry scream and jump backwards. He heard people outside finally. He tried getting over the wet wood and went to the door. An axe cut through it as he made his way.