"This is where I leave you, alright?"
"Thank you, Cass."
"Just bring him back, alright? You're a Slytherin, and we figure out how to win," Cass said.
Draco gave her a look. "I will."
"You remember how to get back?" she asked, and Draco nodded. "Good luck, then."
Draco watched her leave and heard a sob coming from Harry's room. He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open with his footrests as he rolled in. Harry was strapped to the bed, and his head was turned toward the wall. He was shaking badly, his breathing was erratic, and his eyes were opened, locked on the wall. He whimpered, again, and uselessly pulled on the restraints. Draco could see the tendons on his neck were nearly popping out of his skin. He didn't know what that was about.
"Harry?" he said, after he shut the door. "Harry? It's Draco. Can you hear me?"
He didn't answer, just cried a little more. Draco figured he heard him, but couldn't or wouldn't answer. He had to comfort him, talk to him, like Harry had for him. He rolled next to his bed, and after a brief internal debate about if he should or shouldn't, he slowly touched Harry's clenched fist. Harry flinched and let out a sob, but Draco persisted. He needed to make a physical connection.
"Shh... Harry... I'm here. I'm not going anywhere," he whispered, and continued to make small reassuring comments for a while, but Harry still wouldn't look up at him.
He tried to massage Harry's hand, forcing it open. He noticed that Harry had a minor rash on his arm and wondered what it was from. Suddenly, Harry jerked as though physically in pain, and started crying.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. It's going to be over soon. We're going to get him. I swear to Salazar... we will nail him to the wall in Azkaban. If not... we Slytherins have other ways of making people disappear."
Harry mumbled something, but stopped. He shook his head. It sounded like "no". Draco didn't know if that meant he didn't believe him or not to take matters into his own hands.
"Harry... you're going to get through this. I know you can. You're the bravest, toughest git I know, and I'm so sorry that this happened, again. I'm sorry that people keep hurting you, and you don't deserve any of this. You deserve love and compassion. Harry... please... don't give up. We're going to get you out of here, one way or another. I sure as hell won't leave you here to rot. I'll bust you out, and we can spend our lives on the run. There has to be a country that won't extradite."
Draco sighed. There wasn't really a place, but he had enough money to hide and even arrange multiple Secret Keeper safe houses if it came to it. However, Harry didn't even glance his way. He didn't seem afraid of him, nor locked in a dissociative state. He didn't seem to have control over his emotions, though. Draco had to help him focus on anything but the restraints and being trapped.
"You asked me once... if I'd tell you what happened... what they did to me," Draco began, quietly. Harry had opened up to him. Hell, Harry had told him his life 온라인카지노게임 when he was trapped in his head. Draco didn't remember all of it, but he remembered the pain in Harry's voice when he talked about his godfather dying, his parents' echoes talking to him, Dumbledore in the cave or the million other fucked-up things that had happened to him. 
"I don't know if this will help... but..." Draco trailed off and built up some courage. He wished he had a Calming Potion himself right about now. Harry shivered again and tried to pull his hand away, but Draco held on. He might be selfish, but he needed physical contact to get through this.
"They didn't start chaining me down right away," Draco whispered, his hands now shaking, too.
Harry's, however, were shaking less. He was listening.