Draco's P.O.V
After Sirius' death, Harry had barely spoken to anyone. He stayed in bed all day. The teachers didn't mind him missing class. They were however becoming extremely worried for him. He wasn't eating and although he was always in bed, he never slept.
The teachers weren't the only ones worried for him. I too was all too concerned. It was so sad to see the boy who had survived the impossible be so broken.
One day, I decided that enough was enough. Everyone was giving Harry distance and space. They believed it would do him good. I just thought he'd need someone to talk to.
I stood over him, looking down at him. He was laying on his side, staring at the wall. His eyes were glassy and he barely moved. The rising and falling of his chest was the only indicator that he was alive.
I filled him in on all the classes he'd missed. I told him how Neville had been hexed in the halls. How Ginny and Luna started dating. That Fred and George set one hundred chocolate frogs loose in their transfiguration class. All through our one-sided conversation, Harry barely flinched.
"Well, Potter," I sighed. "I better be on my way before I get caught in the Gryffindor Dorms."
I turned to go when I felt a weak tugging on my robes. I looked back around and saw Harry's eyes brimmed with tears.
"Don't leave me," he whispered as a hot tear slid down his cheek. His lower lip quivered.
I bent down and held him as he sobbed into me. I kissed the top of his messy hair, feeling his body being racked with sobs.
I slowly slid into the bed with him and held him as he curled up into me. I played with his hair until he started drifting asleep. Just as his eyes closed, I whispered quietly "You're safe with me."
