They sat in silence while Madame Pomfrey preformed countless spells, though not many seemed to be working. Hermione knew what had happened, she'd seen it happen before, at the burrow. Harry had had a PTSD attack, and a bloody awful one too.

"Spells won't work. We have help him calm down, or we wait it out," Hermione said to Madame Pomfrey, who was still trying multiple spells. She stopped, and Hermione went and whispered something in her ear. Madame Pomfrey nodded, and left the room. 

"What happened to him?" Draco asked, his voice no higher than a whisper. He grabbed Harry's hand to calm him down, rubbing circles with his thumb. Hermione studied the strange interaction, before turning her attention back to the conversation.

"He ha-"

"Ronald! It's not our place to tell him."

"But you just told Madame Pomfrey!"

"She's a nurse, Ronald. Honestly!" Hermione put her hands to her head for a second, before turning to Draco. "How did this happen?" Draco squirmed in his seat.

"Well...uh, you see, I was on the seventh floor. I was walking in one of the corridors, when I saw Harry fall against a wall, near the Room of Requirements. I walked over and he was panting and shaking. I picked him up, and ran to the hospital," he said, tweaking the story just slightly. Hermione eyed him carefully, before nodding her head, and sitting back down in the seat next to Draco.

"Thank you," she whispered, looking him dead in the eye. "I know you two aren't exactly on the best terms." He nodded, and looked back to Harry. He had stopped trembling, but his clothes were drenched in sweat, and he was in a deep sleep. Draco let out a sigh of relief, relaxing in his chair. Hermione watched him curiously.

Ron chuckled lightly. "Can you imagine Harry's face right now if he were to wake up surrounded by the three people he'd want to see least of all." Draco snorted. "We should probably leave before he wakes up and murders us all." Hermione hesitated, before standing up. 

Draco didn't move. The two stared at him, before Ron said, "Come on mate, he'd probably want to see you least of all." Draco snorted again.

"You sure about that, what with the way the two of you have been treating him."

Ron glared at him. "You know nothing about that, so don't even think about playing that card."

"Oh, but Weasley, I know all about it," he said, narrowing his eyes and glaring at them. "I know about the fight in your room, I know about your weak attempts to try and talk to him, I know about a lot more than you realize."

"Merlin, what are you, a bloody stalker?!" Draco snorted for the third time that night. Hermione once again gave him an odd look. 

"Just get out. Harry doesn't want to talk to you guys."

"Oh, and he wants to talk to you, I suppose?" Ron stared to argue, but Hermione sighed, and pulled him out of the wing. 

Draco relaxed back into his chair, soon falling asleep, his hand still intertwined with Harry's.

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When Harry woke, it was still dark. His clothes stuck to his skin, and his hair was wet with sweat. His hand was being held, so he looked over to see who it was. Draco? His heart sped up without meaning to. From the attack, he assumed.

He shifted in the bed, causing Draco to wake. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," Harry whispered. Draco muttered something inaudible, and fell back asleep, his head resting on the side of the bed. Harry sighed, and reached for his wand. He cast a tempus charm; it was three in the morning. He let himself fall back asleep, not knowing he'd regret it later.

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Draco woke with a start, almost falling out of his chair. He looked around, and his eyes landed on Harry, screaming and thrashing around in the bed. The blond's eyes widen, and he tried to wake the smaller boy up. Harry gave a blood-curdling scream that made the hairs on the back of Draco's neck stand. Finally, after a few more screams, and a couple kicks to the face, Harry arose, his eyes filled with fear. He hugged his pillow, rocking back and forth on the bed. Silent tears leaked from his eyes, and he mumbled words under his breath.

"Harry?" The raven-haired boy looked up, and when his eyes met Draco's, they widened.

"Dr-Draco? W-what are y-you doing h-here?" he panted, clutching the pillow, his knuckles turning white. Draco opened his mouth to say something, but closed it again. The explanation was much to long, and Harry needed to calm down.

"I'll tell you later." Madame Pomfey walked in, eyes falling on the boy, who face was drained of color, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.

"What happened?"

"Don't worry about it," Harry panted. "I'm fine." Draco looked at him like he was crazy. 

"Fine, Harry? You don't look fine to me," Draco stated. 

Harry rolled his eyes and turned to Madame Pomfrey. "Can I go now?"

Madame Pomfey snorted. "Maybe tonight, if I deem it fit."

"What, why? I'm fine!" Harry yelled, getting out of bed. 

"Mr. Potter, sit back down right now." Harry grunted, grabbed his wand, and started walking towards the door. "Mr. Potter, stop right there. I will get Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley if necessary." Harry stopped in his tracks. He took a few deep breaths, before turning back around, wand pointed out.

"What did they tell you?" Madame Pomfrey backed away, hands up. "They had no right, no right to do that!" he screamed, shooting a spell at a flower vase, causing it to fall and shatter on the ground. 

"Harry, put the wand down," Draco stated, keeping his voice steady, though he was a bit frightened on the inside. Harry looked down at his hand, and he dropped the wand. His hands trembled, and he backed away. "S-sorry," he said, before running out of the room.

Draco looked at Madame Pomfrey, before looking at the glass covering the floor. He pulled out his wand, cleaning it up, before running after Harry.

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