Dear Severus Snape (Snarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty Two

Harry woke up slowly, blinking as he took in the surroundings around him. It was dark out, and he had no clue what time it was. He was clearly at St. Mungo's, much to his displeasure.

He let out a small groan as he tried to sit up, and a dark figure shifted from across the room.

"Harry?" The voice asked sleepily.

Harry squinted into the darkness, wishing he knew where his glasses were.

"Draco?" He asked after a moment, resignation dawning on him.

Draco was up and at his side in an instant.

"Harry." He breathed out in relief. "Oh Merlin, we were so worried."

Harry wrinkled up his forehead as he tried to recall the previous events that had landed him here.

"Who's 'we'?" He asked, rubbing at his eyes.

Draco frowned, and quickly placed Harry's glasses on his lap. Harry smiled gratefully at him, then shoved them onto the bridge of his nose. He breathed out a sigh of contentment as the world around him came into focus.

"We, meaning The Weasley's and I, of course." Draco explained.

Harry jumped as a second figure suddenly moved across the dark room towards him and Draco.

"Harry? Are you up?" The mystery person asked.

"Yeah." He replied, relaxing slightly when he realized that the dark figure was George. "What are you doing here alone with Draco? And where is everyone else?" He paused for a moment to glance around the room, eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Or are the rest of you in here, and just trying to give me a heart attack like George just did?"

George laughed quietly as he sat down on the edge of Harry's bed, and Draco let out a small snort.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. And everyone else is with Ron right now." George replied. "I'm not really sure how Malfoy and I ended up here. I had planned to go home tonight and return in the morning, but I guess I fell asleep."

Draco glared at him.

"Yeah, you fell asleep all right. On my shoulder."

George shrugged, appearing unfazed.

"You certainly didn't seem to be objecting."

Draco scowled, and Harry glanced between the two of them,  desperately trying not to panic.

"Why is Ron here?" He finally interjected, green eyes wide with concern.

George turned to face him, his expression softening.

"Oh. Right. Sorry. He got hit with a few minor cutting spells, but I think he ended up being admitted because of a bad anxiety attack. He was quite worried about you, you know."

Harry nodded. He could remember seeing Ron panicking at Diagon Alley, but not much after that.

"What spell did I get hit with?" He asked, nose scrunched up in concentration. "I can't remember."

Draco frowned.

"You can't remember? Perhaps I should go fetch a healer then. I'm not sure that's normal-"

"No!" Harry yelled, and both Draco and George jumped.

Harry blushed and looked down at the ground.

"I mean, no." He said, in a much calmer tone. "You can fetch a healer after you tell me what happened."

George and Draco shared a concerned look, and Harry scowled at them, a low growl forming in the back of his throat.