Just Some... Help

Chapter 20

Draco ran up the stairs, never pausing for breath, the only thing in his mind the need to get to Harry as fast as possible. He flew past portraits yelling after him about disturbing their beauty sleep. Harry could be hurt or in danger right now. He had to get there immediately.

As he reached the corridor where Dumbledore's office was, Draco slowed down. Out of breath and hair sticking up in all different directions he hurried down the hallway, swinging his head back and forth to try catch a glimpse of that scruffy hair he missed running his hands through.

After only a minute of walking he stopped. A soft breath escaped his mouth as he crouched and moved towards the small boy curled up in a corner. "Harry" he whispered a frown creasing his forehead when the brunet jumped and looked up, revealing a bright red scar oozing blood.

"Harry... can I come sit with you?" He asked hesitantly, not sure if he had been forgiven or if that was important right now. At his nod Draco carefully shuffled over to the small boy and opened his arms. At this, tears leaked out of Harry's already swollen eyes and he pushed himself forward into Draco's arms. They sat awkwardly for a minute before Draco shuffled around, sitting cross legged with his back against the wall, moving Harry so that he was on his lap and then put his arms back around the brunet's shoulders, pulling him close as Harry put his arms around Draco's middle and clung tight, tears still leaking out of the corners of his eyes.

A soft whisper filled the silence as Draco asked if he wanted to talk about it. The only reply was the rustle of Draco's shirt as Harry shook his head.

A trembling began against his chest as they sat there, Harry trying to get closer to Draco and the heat he gave off as he shook. Lifting his hand and placing it in his hair, Draco felt Harry tense against his body.

"Shhh it's okay" he said in a soft whisper before lightly stroking his hand through the messy curls. As he continued, he felt Harry slowly relax, deciding to trust Draco completely. As the shaking subsided, Draco breathed in relief but didn't stop stroking.

They sat in that corner for the rest of the night, Draco not wanting to leave Harry who was shaking off and on as the moon passed overhead. Whenever the trembling began again, Draco would lift a hand to stroke his hair gently and occasionally would hum a few notes from the songs he learnt on the piano over the summers at home. The gentle rumble of his chest soothed Harry and helped him to breathe through the waves of remembering and shock at what had happened in the maze.

[A/N: hey everyone i haven't written this for so long but now i should be back on track :) ]