Draco's POV

No.
No.
He knows.
He knows.
He knows everything.
He's going to kill me.

He's going to kill me.

The screaming. The screaming won't stop. Make it stop. Please, make it stop.
I turn the music up so it is as loud as it can possibly go but it still won't stop.
It gets louder.
It's so loud that I can't hear anything else.
It's so loud that I don't realise that it's not just inside me, it's coming from me.

"Make it stop. Please, make it stop. It won't stop. Make it stop. Make the screaming stop."
I rip out the earphones and just put my hands over my ears, shaking, sobbing, begging for it to stop.
I'm aware of strong arms pulling me into them, leaning me back against someone.
Harry.
He's going to kill Harry.
Pansy starts shouting, demanding that someone do something to help me.
Nothing can help me. The screaming won't stop.
Pansy.
He's going to kill Pansy.
He's going to kill us all.

"He's going to kill us. He's going to kill us." I repeat the words over and over again, muttering, shouting, screaming.
The screaming.
It won't stop.

Granger comes over with something in her hand. A spoon, with dark blue liquid.
She tells me to open my mouth, that this will make it stop. I do it and she puts the spoon in my mouth. I swallow the liquid, desperate for it to stop.
Please, make it stop.

My head feels like it's underwater. The screaming becomes distant. Everything goes dark.

***

My head is heavy on the pillow. I can feel something holding my hand. I open my eyes.
She smiles, but her eyes are pained.
"I don't think I've ever seen you that bad."
"I don't think I've ever been that bad." I sigh.
Pansy gets on the bed and lays next to me. "I won't let him touch you."
"He'll kill you. You know that, right? He'll kill you, he'll kill me."
"Why do you think that?"
"He said he would. When I was 8, we saw a gay couple walking along, holding hands. He told me that they were disgusting and if I ever decided to join their lifestyle that bad things would happen."
"Well fuck that."
I look at her. "Excuse me?"
"Fuck that. Do what you want!" She tells me.
"And get killed?"
"He won't kill you. I won't let him."
Despite the situation, I find myself smiling. "I doubt that a short, slim, 18 year old girl will be able to stop a tall, strong, murderous man in his early 40s."
"Try me. You're about the same size as him."
"I'm not as strong and I'm definitely not going to fight you."
"Come on! Even if it's not a proper fight, you've at least got to be up for a tickle fight."
I scowl at Pansy, "Fine."
She starts tickling me immediately, not giving me even a second to prepare myself.
"Hey! Stop! You didn't let me get ready!" I laugh.
"You should've been ready."
I tickle her and she squeals happily, "No! Stop! That's not fair, Draco."
"All's fair in love and war."

Someone clears their throat and we look towards them. Harry is standing in the doorway.
"Where's Ted?" I ask him.
"With Luna. Pansy, can you give us a minute?"
She gets up and walks to the door, winking at me before leaving.
Harry joins me on the bed.
"Are you okay?" I ask him. "You look worried."
"I have a bloody great reason to be! When you start screaming about how someone's going to kill you, I think I have the right to be concerned."
I rest my head on his shoulder. "Sorry, but I'm serious. If he finds out about anything, he will kill me. He'll kill you too, not that he hasn't tried to before. He cannot find out about last night. Although, I don't really think anyone will find out about that."
H

arry smiles. "You say that, yet you drop hints to all of our friends. Anyway, I seriously doubt he'll find out about last night."
Last night.
I suddenly remember something.

I take a deep breath. "I'm scared because he knows now and I'm sure he hates me for it. I'm scared that he's going to escape Azkaban. I'm scared that he's going to find me and kill me."
"You know that can't happen," Potter says, "Nobody can escape from Azkaban, not anymore."

He lied to me.
Harry lied to me.

He must see my expression change because he says, "Draco, what's wrong?"
"You lied to me."
"What?"
I look him in the eye, suddenly angry. "You lied to me, Harry. You told me that nobody could escape from Azkaban. You told me, knowing full well that it's still possible. I was in a vulnerable state, and in that vulnerable state, you lied to me. In that vulnerable state, I believed you. You lied to me and I believed you."
He looks sad. "I was trying to calm you down. I told you what you needed to hear."
"I need to hear the truth!" I yell. "My entire life has been full of secrecy and lies and the one thing that I really want is the truth. I thought at least you would be able to give me that."
"Draco, I-"
"I want you to leave now."
"This is my room too." He tells me, confused.
"I don't care. Leave me alone."

I watch as he gets up and leaves. He doesn't shout back, he doesn't slouch off, he doesn't slam the door. He just leaves, looking sad.
He shuts the door behind him slowly.

Then the tears hit me.