Chapter 33
"Did you really think you could avoid me forever? I know where you hide don't forget, anyway I can't do anything too bad, yet."
Hot breath on the back of his neck made his heart quicken in fear. The room was dark, like the walls were the abyss, ready to swallow him while.
"If your darling daddy takes one step out of line again, I get you all to myself. Do you want to know something? I really hope he does." The huge haunting figure chuckled.
"Please, you don't have to..."
"Oh but I do, you see I've waited for this for too long. I have to do it. You'll be my best one yet, the perfect son, not so perfect anymore though are you? I know your dirty little secrets, I've been watching you."
As he spoke, his long scratching nails ran over his shoulders up to his neck and down his back. He pressed himself against him knowingly.
"P-please..."
"Shh now, there's no use in begging, it's going to happen, not now but soon. You see, I just can't stop imagining this pretty little neck, all mine to take. And this pretty little face..."
He paused to lick a long searing stripe up his cheek, causing his whole body to churn. He could taste the bile in the back of his throat.
"Oh look at you, you're not as grown up as you think you are. You're still just a boy, Draco Malfoy."
Harry woke up in a sweat, his chest heaving and mouth dry. What the hell was that? He looked over to see Draco's hand inches from his own arm, he noticed the white handprint embedded in his skin. Harry had been watching Draco's dream, as if he was Draco. The boy in question was still deep in slumber, shaking and trembling.
"Draco? Draco...wake up, it's me Harry, wake up." He murmured, gently shaking his arm.
Slowly, he watched Draco's eyes flutter open, they were filled with tears. He didn't speak a word, but instead buried his head in the crook where Harry's neck met his face. Harry could feel the silent sobs wracking his body, Draco's fingers clutched at his sides.
"Shh, it's okay, it was a dream I'm here, shh." He soothed, rubbing comforting circles into Draco's back.
"I'm-I'm sorry...it's so stupid, I just-"
"There's nothing to apologise for, I saw it, you dream, it was so awful..."
Draco sniffed , and brought his head up to look at Harry.
"How? How did you see it?"
"I don't really know, I think it was some kind of legilimency, because you were touching me, I could see everything you saw, feel everything you felt."
Draco's face fell, he looked ashamed, though Harry had no idea why.
"Draco? Was that...did that actually happen?"
It took him a few seconds, but Harry's stomach sank when Draco began to nod his head.
"Fenrir Greyback."
Just his name made Harry feel sick to his stomach, he could still remember the smell of damp and rot that clung to him.
"He's in Azgaban now, so I shouldn't be afraid anymore, but I just can't help the nightmares. It's like he's still watching me, even now. It so stupid, it's pathetic, I'm pathetic."
"No you're not Draco, don't ever say that. Come here, I'll never let him near you again, I'd kill him before he even got that chance." Harry promised.
"I don't deserve you Harry, I really don't.."
"Hush now, tell me what you want for Christmas, I know you've been eyeing those robes in that French magazine of yours."