Draco had been attacked twice since his quidditch match on last Sunday. Just roughed him up a bit and they scattered before anyone could do anything. It pissed Harry off as one, Draco had managed to wander off alone and two, none of their patrols caught any of them. They were using the map to their full advantage, now. Draco hadn't reported either one officially, which is why the school wasn't in lockdown. When they walked down to the hospital wing, Harry's hand was on his wand. He hoped they showed up.
                              
Madam Pomfrey was just doing her morning rounds, when they came in. She came right over to them. "What's wrong? Were you attacked, again?"
                              
"No, Harry just had some problems sleeping and I suggested coming to see you," Draco said, like he had been the one escorting Harry there and not the other way around.
                              
The matron gave Harry an astonished look. The only thing that would have surprised her more was if Blaise randomly showed up and asked for emotional help. "Of course, come in, dear. Have a seat on the bed."
                              
"Okay," Harry said softly as she went to her office.
                              
Draco led him over to the closest one and Harry sat down while Draco stood next to him. His heart was weighing on him. His chest actually hurt. The only thing that was keeping him grounded right then was Draco's hand. He gripped it tighter. Fuck... everything hurt. He was exhausted, lethargic almost, and starving, but not hungry. He only ate when Draco was there and only for his benefit. He resisted the urge to cry. The sadness and guilt he felt never really left him. 
                              
"Harry, it's okay. I'm right here."
                              
Madam Pomfrey came back out with a small vial, which she set on the table next to them. She waved her wand and did her diagnostic spells. "You've been eating regularly?" she asked.
                              
"Kinda. I wouldn't call it regularly."
                              
She pursed her lips. "How are you feeling?"
                              
"Cold... tired... but restless. I just want to sleep, but I don't. The dreams come. Draco helps, but they come back."
                              
Her face lined with worry. "What are the dreams about?"
                              
"The battle... my friends dying... and Draco... I feel so... helpless," Harry whispered, not meeting her eyes.
                              
She rubbed his arm. "It's okay, sweetie. You've stopped coming to see me. Will you try some taking some Mood-Lifter Potions, again? It might help with your emotions."
                              
Harry looked at Draco, who nodded. "Yeah... I guess... just don't tell anyone."
                              
"You have my word, Harry. We'll start small and get you destabilized. Sometimes when you go through an experience, it shocks your system and it's hard to get everything back to where it was before."
                              
"Yeah..." Harry murmured., looking down. 
                              
The healer raised his head with her finger. "You are not weak. You've been through so much that others couldn't possibly understand, let alone recover from. You are not alone, Harry."
                              
He nodded, but wasn't sure what to say. She patted his head and poured a measure for him to drink. He did without arguing. He wanted the pain and sadness gone. Warmth spread, through him and let out a breath that he hadn't known that he was holding. The tightness in his chest loosened and he met her eyes. 
                              
"Are you feeling better?" she asked.
                              
"Yeah... it's working," he admitted.
                              
"It's okay to ask for help, Harry. Everyone needs it sometimes."
                              
Harry nodded and let the potion work. He wanted to ask questions, but he didn't really want to hear the answers. Just like the alcohol... he was going to be stuck with a new dependency. He let out a breath of exhaustion.