The worst scenarios Harry could possibly envision where flashing before him as he followed Molly toward the edge of the platform where they apparated. The journey seemed to take far longer than usual, and the more they twisted and turned the less Harry could breathe. It was serious, he knew that, or else Molly wouldn't have come to get him herself.
Was he dead? Had they caught him? Was he at the Burrow? So many questions running through Harry's head and clearly, not enough oxygen reaching his brain.
They landed Molly on her feet, Harry on his knees, just outside the House.
"Come here." Mrs. Weasley whispered holding her wand out making a doorway of shimmering air in the sealing spell. He walked through it, his heart still hammering in his chest.
"Harry you have to calm down." She was looking him in the eye now, her hand on his chest. Molly always knew how to make things better, even when the situation was awful.
"How is he?" Harry panted, trying not to think too hard about they way Draco looked at the top of the Astronomy Tower, covered in blood.
"I think you better come and see-" Molly didn't look happy, and Harry's heart gave another flutter.

He followed her down a set of narrow steps, that were hidden by a trap door under a carpet. The stairs were dimly lit, but as the two of them stepped into the main room, it was bright and somewhat spacious. But the boy's eyes didn't see anything apart from the small, pale figure lying in a bed in the center of the room.
Harry was stunned to stillness. All he saw was Draco in the hospital wing, bandages covering his chest and his face sunken in. That same guilt flooded his perception and he was standing at the bottom of the stairs, crying.
"Come on." Molly held him tightly, her arm wrapped around Harry's shoulder's, leading him toward the bed "He's been whispering your name in his sleep." it was another twist of the knife in his gut.
Draco looked worse up close. There were bruises covering his face, the ones around his eyes already beginning to darken, a gash across is forehead and his lip split. His collar bone was particularly prominent, blood vessels had broken under the skin there. Harry ran his fingers across the red surface, barely touching him, afraid of hurting the boy even more.
"His collarbone was broken, and his arm." Molly sighed, moving to stand at the end of the bed. Harry wanted to look at her, but he couldn't quite look away from the blonde boy, squeezing his hand.
"Stay with him for a while, let me know if he wakes up." Molly was leaving, and Harry made a point of grabbing her and thanking her. He looked at her properly for the first time and she looked half dead herself. Eye's hollowed by dark bags, her cheeks seemed deeper and her usual round figure looked thin and shapeless.
"Thank you, for everything."
"I would have done it for anyone that needed and deserved it." Molly smiled sadly and left the strange bunker, shutting Harry down there.
He gave Draco's hand another hopeful squeeze.
"Harry-" The boy wheezed, his fingers trying feebly to squeeze back "Harry."
"Draco, I'm here." He was looking at the boy, leaning closer to him and keeping a tight grip on the Malfoy.
"Don't-don't leave me..." he breathed quietly
"I'm never leaving you again," Harry whispered back, kissing the other boy gently and leaning back in the armchair, their fingers still threaded through each other.

Harry had fallen asleep, waking only when he felt someone squeeze his arm, taking him back to the moment in the train station earlier.
"What's going on?" He jumped into consciousness, on his feet immediately
"Dinners ready..." Molly said, looking a little shocked, as Draco laughed quietly, wincing as he did so. Harry looked over at the injured boy as if asking for permission.

"Go." He tilted his head toward the stairs "You have to eat."
"Okay." Harry was surprised how raspy and weak he sounded, it made him seem even worse "But I'll hurry back."

"Alright." Draco smiled, struggling to eat his soup with his left hand, letting the recently healed one rest.

No one spoke to Harry at supper, he was seated at the end of the table opposite Mr. Wesley. Ginny, Hermione, Elle and Ron seemed to be laughing about something at the other end, but Harry's thoughts were still with Draco. How had this happened? He was wearing the invisibility cloak, where had it gone?
"Merry Christmas everyone!" Two voices sang in unison, a draft of cold air following them as they entered the kitchen from outside, it was Fred and George. The two dumped their bags, hugging their parents and chatting to the others around the table, Fred hanging back around where Harry was sitting.
"We need to talk." He whispered not looking at Harry but squeezing his shoulder slightly
"Ah, Harry!" George announced the laughter and chatter dying quickly. The twin looked around the room and grimaced "Not popular around here this Christmas then?" he said more quietly, coming over to wrap an arm around the younger boy.
"Don't worry about them-" He tilted his head toward the band of his fellow students "Christmas brings everyone together."
"Thanks, George." Harry grinned forcibly, and the redhead left him with a pat on the back.
With the excitement and chatter back, Harry found an opportunity to slip away but not without meeting Fred's eye across the room. He looked serious and as he turned away to talk to Ginny, Harry noticed dark bruising on his neck, and another layer of guilt settled itself on him.
He'd been so preoccupied with Draco, that Harry had barely thought of Fred and how the ambush must have affected him. There was no way Fred didn't walk away with similar injuries, if not worse than the boy in the bunker but still Harry hadn't found it in himself to care or even worry about the man that should be his boyfriend.

Draco was asleep when Harry entered the room. It gave him some time to think, which was a desperately needed. So much had happened in the last few hours and now Harry was left to contemplate the true motive behind his feelings, not something that was easily identified. But the longer he watched Draco sleep the more he realised he'd never really gotten over the blonde. He'd spent more time that he'd like thinking about trying to change the way he felt, trying to stop loving the Slytherin, but it was apparent that it was all in vain. The worst part of this was the blossoming relationship with Fred that Harry now realised was purely sexual with next to no feeling attached. No matter how he tried, he just couldn't love the Weasley, because Harry's heart belonged to someone else and that someone was lying beside him, covered in wounds again.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he could tell Fred the truth and he would have to understand.
"Over here-" Fred was waiting for Harry as he crept out of the trap door. The pair apparated to Fred's room, giving them a little privacy. No one knew about them yet and Harry wanted to keep it that way.
It took a minute for Harry to catch his breath, reminded of the rather stressful apparition earlier in the day. Fred touched the base of the boys back and smiled softly at him as their gazes met.
"Hey." the redhead whispered, running his hands over Harry's arms
"Hi." He replied, still trying to find some love in him for the man but finding nothing but emptiness.
Harry let Fred kiss him, the truth was Harry needed the contact, he thrived off the human touch and Fred gave him that.

But right now Harry was feeling lonelier than ever...

//Authors Notes\\

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