Finding You in The Before and The After (слэш)

The sight of a small figure gently stroking Harry’s hair had him freezing in his tracks. His wand was out at once.
“Stop!” He barked, fear making his voice tight; enormous, watery blue eyes turned to peer at him, and he lowered his wand a little. A shuddering breath escaped him. He swallowed, “Hello, Dobby.”
“Hello, Draco Malfoy,” Dobby said mournfully, turning to look back at Harry and stroke his hair, “We is needing to get Harry Potter into a proper bed.”
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It had been a mistake, but it was easily the worst one of Draco’s life. He might never be able to atone for it, but trying to started with this: keeping an unconscious Harry safe and protected from the outside world at Spinners End. Snape had warned him that after what had happened, Harry might never wake, and that if he did, he wouldn’t be the same. It didn’t matter to Draco though. He would stay till the end, no matter what that end might be.