Revelations of Love - Moment by Moment Book #3 (Harry Potter, Drarry)

Need

Harry did up the last button of his shirt in the same absent manner with which he had gone about the rest of his actions since finishing his shower. Denial of the pain inside seemed the best route to staying sane, and thus far it had worked as his body remained under his purely functional control. The young man leant heavily against the edge of the bed and looked across to where he had left his socks, and that's how he stayed, just staring.

The small plain black bundle seemed very unimportant; he didn't give a damn about how cold the floor felt against his feet since everything remained largely numb in his protective cocoon. The prisoner didn't care what people saw when they looked at him now: the growing wrongness had taken even that concern away. He'd shaved and brushed his hair, more-or-less, but only out of habit, and now habit was being superseded by apathy.

Harry was still sat gazing blankly at the untouched clothing a few minutes later, and it wasn't his own actions which jolted him out of the stupor. One moment there was nothing, not thought, not emotion, and the next, the input was overwhelming. Harry's fingers wound into the bedclothes and all breath came out of his body in a moan of shock and delight as his lover's presence daggered back into him. The call touched every nerve in his body and drenched it in demanding lust. Draco wanted him and he wanted him now. Harry obeyed the command as soon as motor function returned; without hesitation, he stood and headed to the door.

This was the link, this is what had been missing, and Harry reached for the door handle knowing that it had to be fulfilled. The possessed man did not try for any spell, his lover was in control and they just wanted the door open; the panel opened with the vaguest hint of resistance that Harry felt inside, but he ignored it and charged out of the room. If a second demand had not hit him, the escapee might have made it past Remus Lupin, but as he stepped into the corridor, Draco's power swept through his body, and with a stifled groan, Harry's step faltered. The werewolf caught his charge around the waist, which was the only reason Harry stayed upright. He shuddered uncontrollably as the wave hit all the wrong buttons for sensible progress, almost hanging over his friend's arm.

"Harry," Remus let out his surprise loudly, and struggled to keep himself and his prisoner standing. He gained nothing more than a grunt from Harry, but further down the corridor, three figures came out of Poppy's office.

Harry tried to settle his instincts as he saw the barrier that Ron, Poppy and Tonks became across the corridor. Their worried faces came closer, and he shakily stood straight. Remus still had tight hold of him, and the young man found enough rational thought not to fight as logic told him it would only be detrimental to his cause. Instead he asked as coherently as possible, "Where's Draco?"

"In bed, asleep, which is where you should be," Pomfrey crossed her arms and imposed her authority in much the same way as Neville had done.

"Don't lie," the wizard snapped back, "he's not asleep. Where is he?"

The healer looked shocked at the accusation, but he could see from the guilt in her eyes that he had caught her out. However, Poppy did not reply, it was Ron who stepped in and asked Remus, "How did he get out?"

"_He_ got a Get-Out-Of-Azkaban-Free card," Harry growled back, peeved at being ignored, and swiftly losing patience with his comrades.

"How do you know Draco's not asleep?" Tonks closed in on her friend and took hold of his arm.

"He's calling," he replied shortly, half needing the support she offered, and half knowing that his odds of getting away had just dropped to negligible.

His companions looked around at each other, and Poppy made a decision as she announced, "Back inside with you, Harry, we'll put up some protection to stop this nonsense."