While You Slept

While You Slept

We lay in bed that night, for once neither of us had anything to say, and we just held each other. It was something we hadn't done in so long...I'd kept turning him away.... It felt nice to be like this again.

After a while, I fell asleep.

When I woke up the next morning, he was nowhere to be found. He was probably down in the kitchens drinking coffee or something. Not sparing a second thought about his absence, I got up and dressed and made my way to the kitchens for breakfast.

On the way there, I noticed someone lying down in the hall.

Worst thoughts here: Harry's dead.

Second worst thought here: He's killed himself.

Third worst thought here: He's in a coma because of his lack of sleep.

I knelt down next to his body and frantically searched for a pulse.

"FATHER!" I yelled. "REMUS! ANYONE!"

I was in a downright panic, looking for a pulse I knew had to be there. I couldn't feel one anywhere. In a desperate attempt, I put my head down on his chest and tried to hear a heart beat.

thump.

It was weak, but it was there.

"Oh no," I heard someone whisper. Then came hurried footsteps and my father knelt down next to me.

"Is he?"

I shook my head. "Almost," I said through my tears.

"Remus--fuck--nevermind. Draco, go to the lab, get anything in there resembling something healing. Love, can you go to the fire and get Dumbledore and Poppy here?"

I was well on my way before I actually knew what was being asked of me.

The lab was silver, that's why Remus couldn't do this.

I stormed into the lab and began a frantic search for any and all healing potions. Once I couldn't carry anything else, I made my way back to where my father was with my fiancé.

Merlin, don't let him die....

Harry wasn't there, but my father was. He took some of the potions from me and led me to my room where they had taken Harry.

Dumbledore and Pomfrey were there by the time I returned. Poppy was fussing around him, Dumbledore stood silent and pale in the background and my father had to hold me back in order to keep me from pushing the nurse away and trying to wake Harry up myself.

"How long has it been since this boy has slept?" Pomfrey demanded.

Everyone turned to me.

"Since the war ended," I whispered.

That would be three months.

My father pulled me into a hug as I started to cry again.

Merlin, don't take him from me....

I stayed by his side while he stayed unconscious. I slept in chairs again--maybe I prefer them to a bed...who knows? I cried more than I care to admit. I begged him to wake up, to be my Harry again. I begged him and whatever deity had control over life and death to not die. I can't lose him. I'd die if I lost him.

No matter what I did, his eyes stayed closed, his breathing stayed shallow, his heart was weak....

The hospital wing at Hogwarts had become a second home to me.

A month later, he opened his eyes.

I was shocked to see the green after so long.

"Harry?" I asked, not believing what I was seeing.

He turned his head to me. "Draco?" he asked. "What happened? Where are we?"

"Hogwarts," I said, answering his last question. "You've been in a coma for a month, love," I informed him. "Your body finally gave out."

Harry chuckled slightly. "For three months I don't sleep and them I'm out cold for a month. Let me guess, instead of praying that I'll sleep, you've been begging for me to wake up, haven't you?"

I nodded. "I'd almost rather have you awake and not sleeping than have you out cold for the rest of your life."

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

I shook my head. "It's not your fault you can't sleep," I said, blowing off his apology. "It's the war's, and you never once asked to be in that war."

"No, but I was asked."

I chuckled. "There's a difference between getting asked and actually asking."

Harry nodded. "I'm still sorry. I'm sorry I worried you, I'm sorry we fought, I'm sorry you've slept in a chair for a month."

"I'm sorry too," I said.

"I love you.

"I love you too," I said, kissing him.

Then he closed his eyes.