This one is shorter than I wanted it to be, which is an oof, but...eh? Came out pretty quick, at least.

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"Potter? Potter!" Draco called, unsure of what he was supposed to do. He fluttered around Harry, accidentally crunching a teacup that Harry had dropped. Harry slumped on the couch, head at an awkward angle, chest heaving with ragged breathing.

"Dinky! Accio rag!" A small rag flew into Draco's hand as Dinky popped into existence next to him. Draco Took Harry's glasses off and set them haphazardly on the table.

"What can Dinky do fo- is Masters Potter okay? What is wrong? What can Dink-"

"Go get Madam Pomfrey, quickly!" Draco barked at her. She was gone within a moment. Draco cast an Aguamenti on the rag, getting in damp before brushing Harry's fringe out of his eyes.

His scar was an angry red, and bleeding quicker than Draco would've anticipated. He patted it with the rag, trying to stop more blood from getting into Harry's eye. It dripped down the side of his face, a few drops managing to stain his robes before Draco could staunch the flow.

The bleeding stopped after a minute, and Draco was able to clean up the blood that had dried on Harry's face. Draco was suddenly reminded of an accident he'd had when he was about eight. He had taken a tumble off his broom and had hurt his head.

His mother had cleaned it up for him, much in the same way Draco was doing now. He hoped Harry woke up soon.

Madam Pomfrey popped into the living room not five feet away form Draco. Poor Dinky looked traumatized. Madam Pomfrey shooed Draco out of the way, taking the towel with him.

After examining his forehead for a moment, she cast several spells. The air in front of her lit up with different colors and characters, vanishing before Draco could read them

"Mr. Malfoy, if you could stop wearing a hole in the rug, that would be appreciated. Why don't you put yourself to use and tell me what happened here?" Madam Pomfrey spoke sharply, otherwise ignoring his presence.

Draco took a breath to make sure his voice was steady. "Professor Dumbledore told me I should ask him some questions, since he seemed to be having some-some memory issues, or something." Draco hovered over Madam Pomfrey's shoulder, before her scathing glare sent him back. "It was normal, though I'm starting to think that his family wasn't so nice to him-"

"To the point, Mr. Malfoy."

"I asked him about You-Know-Who and as soon as I said his name he freaked out. He grabbed his head and looked like he was in a lot of pain, and then he just-he fainted!"

Madam Pomfrey made a tch noise, and put her wand away. "There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with him. We all know Mr. Potter had a.. special relationship to You-Know-Who, perhaps the scar is more related to it than we think. I'll speak to Dumbledore about it. Where is Mr. Potter's room?" Madam Pomfrey took her wand out once more, levitating Harry.

"Up the staircase, on th- on the left." Draco watched her walk up, Harry floating precariously behind her. Draco flinched the smallest bit when it seemed like Harry would hit his head on the railing or wall, but he made it up unscathed.

Madam Pomfrey came down a moment later, giving him a stern look. "I want him resting for the night. If anything happens to him, I want to know immediately. I suggest you put some alarm spells on him in case something happens while you're asleep," she narrowed her eyes at him a small bit as she grabbed Dinky's hand, "you do know such spells, don't you?"

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey," Draco shuffled his feet a little bit, feeling like he should be doing something, "do you really think he should sleep that much? It's not even dinner time."

She nodded at him, her eyes softening a little. "Merlin knows what's happening to him right now. I gave him a potion, it should keep him asleep. A little extra sleep never hurt anyone," Madam Pomfrey sighed heavily giving Draco the feeling she was more worried about Potter than she let on.

"Please do take care of him, Mr. Malfoy. He's in a very unpredictable situation, and I need you to be very serious about this. Try and get some sleep, Mr. Malfoy," she gave him a small smile, which by no means made him feel better, "now, Dinky."

The two disappeared with a pop!

Draco sat on the couch for a moment, head in his hands. He noticed the broken tea cup, and absentmindedly fixed the cup and dried the stain. He'd been with Potter for less than an hour and he was already convinced this would be the death of him.

Draco didn't feel like going down to dinner. He wasn't hungry, his stomach was still churning from the incident. He should write Dumbledore, shouldn't he? Madam Pomfrey said she was going to speak with him, so surely not...

Draco let out a small noise of frustration. He walked up the spiral staircase, intending to take a hot shower to help his nerves, but he swerved into Harry's room instead. Draco walked quietly into the room, getting an odd twinge in his chest when he realized how small Harry looked on the four-poster.

He leaned against a bed post, a small smile on his face. Harry was tucked under the covers, laying on his side and holding tightly to a stuffed animal of a large black dog.

This is bad. This is creepy.

Draco placed a few alarms around Harry's bed, and went into his own room to take a shower. Perhaps the potion fumes had gotten to him. He wasn't acting like he should, around Potter.

Draco stepped into the shower, doing his best to ignore a little nagging voice in his head that wouldn't be ignored. I'm starting to like him...

Draco shook his head roughly. So what? Potter was a little kid, he liked kids.

I shouldn't get attached. He still hates me. He's going to hate me forever.

Draco's shoulders slumped. He leaned his forehead against the cool tile of his shower. This was useless. Draco pulled himself together and made himself comfortable in his room, settling down with his arithmancy essay

Draco almost stabbed his eyeball with a quill when several of his alarms started to go off. He launched out of his chair, dismissing the alarms as he rushed into the room.

The first thing he heard were small cried coming from Harry. The first thing he saw was a small cyclone of pillows and stuffed animals circling Harry. He cried, trashing slightly, the knuckles on his right hand white from clutching the bed sheets.

Draco slowly approached the bed, catching a stuffed animal in his hand. It wasn't going fast enough to hurt, and stopped moving once he had caught it. Draco pushed through, sitting on the bed. He watching Harry toss and turn, his heart hurting with each whimper and cry. Draco used one hand to hold down Harry's left hand, since his right wasn't moving. Draco used is other hand to gently shake the boy.

The cyclone started to whirl fast enough to make Draco's hair flutter, and he stopped that immediately. Instead, he tried what his mom would always do to calm him down when he was worked up. He moved his index finger to circle the ring of Harry's ear. He kept up for a little while, and the swirl of pillows and stuffed animals started to slow.

Draco continued as the items eventually fell around them, no magic left to keep them afloat. He turned back to Harry, who had started to open his eyes.

He saw the tears in Harry's eyes, and decided that who they were didn't matter for the moment. He pulled Harry close to himself, who clung to him. He rocked him back and forth, not saying anything as Harry cried into his shoulder.

Harry seemed to fall asleep quickly, but Draco had stopped paying attention to the time. Eventually, he started to think about what Harry would think in the morning. This was a ridiculous situation, and surely Harry would hate him for it in the morning. But Draco couldn't bring himself to let him go yet.

Draco laid down, grabbing a random stuffed animal from his side. He gave it to Harry, who grabbed it after a moment. Draco still wasn't sure he was asleep, so he tucked Harry in as best as he could with the awkward position they were in.

Draco didn't calm down until Harry's breathing became steady enough to relax him. Draco thought now was the appropriate time to leave. He stood, his heart twinging just enough for him to roughly scold himself, he removed Harry's arms, which were wrapped around his neck.

He laid Harry down gently. He pulled the sheets up to Harry's neck, covering his arms and the werewolf stuffed animal he held.

Draco set the alarms again, quietly walking into his room. His arithmancy essay was left abandoned, his quill on the floor and his textbook was half off his desk. He straightened his things, setting his essay to the side and pulling out a piece of paper. It was rather late now, about the time Draco would usually headed to bed.

Draco wrote down what had happened. He would need to tell this to Professor Dumbledore the next time he saw him. It didn't take him more than ten minutes to write it, though he left out specifics of how Harry calmed down and went back to bed.

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He didn't know what time it was when he woke up again. The alarms went off loudly in his ears, and Draco almost face planted trying to get out of his tangled sheets. He dismissed the alarms once more and stumbled into Harry's room.

There weren't any obvious displays of accidental magic, Draco hoped that meant this nightmare wasn't so bad. He sat on the edge of his bed, realizing Harry was whimpering and crying again. Draco felt utterly hopeless as he watched him. Draco crawled under the covers, holding Harry close.

Harry woke up with a shudder, almost screaming when he saw Draco so close. Draco winced, but tried to ignored it, and held him while circling his ear. Harry relaxed in his arms slowly, his breathing leveling out as Draco smoothed out his hair.

And if Draco ignored the voice in his head that told him he wasn't only doing this for Harry, well that was fine. The voice couldn't tell anymore else.

"Why're you here?" Harry asked, voice choked with tears. Draco swallowed heavily, not sure how he was supposed to explain himself in this situation which...wasn't really appropriate.

"You... were freaking out, and I didn't-" Draco paused, unsure, "I didn't know what to do, but I needed to calm you down and this worked."

Harry didn't say anything, but he didn't move away from Draco either so he supposed this was okay.

"What was the nightmare about?" Draco asked quietly, now moving his thumb in small circular motions on the back of Harry's neck. Harry turned his face so it was hidden into Draco's shoulder, who pretended not to melt at the action.

"Hey, you can talk to me Harry," Draco whispered, wincing again when Harry stiffened at his name.

Harry took a deep breath, and wiped away a few tears. He spoke into Draco's shoulder, muffling his words. "There was a man, and he-his face was weird. And-there was this girl, with really long red hair. There was a lot of green, and she fell..." Harry sobbed a little, "he k-killed her, Dray, he killed her. I don't know how but he di-" Harry cried into his shoulder, and Draco held him closer than he realized he could.

Soon, Harry breathed evenly again, and Draco let himself relax. He could only imagine Harry was talking about The Dark Lord killing his mother, from what he knew, but... Harry was so young. He wondered if that had been what the last nightmare was, or maybe it had been something else.

Draco wondered if this happened regularly. It made sense, with the dark circles Draco would always see under his eyes. Draco held Harry a little closer, falling asleep with a smile on his face, thinking for just a moment, about how Harry had called him 'Dray'.