Pairings - Draco Malfoy/ Harry Potter

Rating - R

Summary – This is not a crossover! Its just HP. Draco and Harry are now married, but a big secret is holding them back from living their lives happily. Will the secret be revealed? Or will its containment ruin their marriage?

Warnings - This story is SLASH/YAOI (m/m pairing), so if you don't like it you should leave now. May contain coarse language, sexual content, rape and any other bad thing your mind and obviously mine came up with.

Disclaimer - Harry: Ok, the writer of this story does not own anything of Harry Potter, except this story, and ok, this disclaimer too, so what are you going to do? Sue me? Yes, Sue a tiny little Slash character, if it will make you feel any better!

Draco: Oh, Original disclaimer Potter!

Harry: No, Not really, I need a new writer!

-(Brought to you by Geco and Geico commercials)-and the writer! Hey how come I'm not mentioned in the brackets?

Authors Note – Oh my god…I have had this fic in my mind for so long, and I'm so frickin happy that I finally got it started! Its gunna be short and sweet! I promise! Please enjoy!

Beta – A big thanks goes to, Masochistic Angel for editing this chapter! Thank you so much! You did a great job!

So let the magic begin…

I Live For Her

Chapter One – For A Heart Of Courage

Lana dreamt of nothing more then to be someone else; like the hero's in her favourite movies, or the adventurer in the books she read. No matter how hard their lives were, it always seemed better then her own. Why was she stuck? But being stuck wasn't what bugged her the most. All she really wanted was to know that there was something more out there. Was there life on other planets? Could trees and animals somewhere talk and think like humans? Maybe the ones she saw each day could, and just didn't when humans were around. Was there a higher power out there, which controlled her life? Was she destined to be more than the theatre worker she was now? And could she die without finding the answer to any of these questions?

Lana worked at the movie theatre once a week and on weekends. The theatre was cheep and not in the best part of town. By the time she would leave work to go home it would be midnight. She didn't have her driver's licence so she had to take the bus home, because her parents wouldn't come and pick her up from work that late.

One night while walking to the bus stop, she heard someone cry out. As she looked around violently she caught site of movement in the darkness. As she crept towards the ally where she thought she saw the movement, she saw a single man beating another man. She took a step forward then shrunk back in fear. She had to stop it or he could die. No. He might get slightly hurt, but he wouldn't die. She was sure of that. This was nothing serious. She heard her bus coming and ran to catch it.

That night she couldn't stop shaking and she couldn't sleep. She couldn't stop thinking about that poor guy. It seemed as if the six hours were a lifetime. She was so absorbed in her thoughts and more so in her fears that she didn't notice the smell of her mother's cooking or the commotion of her parents below her. She didn't notice a thing until her mother flew into her room and wrapped her arms around her.

"Oh Lana, my Lana, I am so glad your safe." Lana didn't say a thing.

"Oh honey. Some poor guy got killed in an alleyway close to your work last night. He was fond this morning." Her mother took a good look at her. "Lana, are you okay? Did you get any sleep last night?" Lana shook her head. "Don't worry sweetheart. I'll call you in sick. You don't have to go to school today."

Before her mom left for work she slipped back into Lana's room. "Would you like me to turn the T.V. on? Sometimes it can help you get to sleep."

Lana didn't say a thing but her mom turned on Lana's small T.V. anyway and handed her the remote.

Finally, Lana drifted into sleep, but it was a dream filled sleep and her dreams weren't peaceful, they were dark and full of fear. She awoke suddenly to hear the newswoman say, "This morning an eighteen year old man was found beaten to death. He was found in an alley off St. Agnes Je Clare. He has been identified as…" Lana looked up to see the bloody face of a now dead young man, who she might have been able to save, but then again she could be dead now too if she had tried to save him.

She couldn't stop staring at the T.V. until the news went to a commercial. Then she ran to the bathroom crying. Lana slipped her nightgown off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. She turned the shower on and watched the bathroom mirror fog up in the heat, and then she stepped in. The hot water washed the tears from her face. She turned her back to the hot water and sat in the shower hugging her legs to her body. She sat like that crying, not only from the hot water burning her back but also because of the pain inside her from knowing that a young man could have lived if she had the courage to do something.

"Why?" she murmured to herself, her tears coming out in a stronger flow now. Why am I such a coward? She asked herself, and bit down on her bottom lip. She sat like that for hours until her mom came home and found her.

"Oh my god Lana, what are you doing?" She looked at the tap to see that the now cold water had once been boiling. She turned off the water and rapped Lana in a towel. It took a lot out of her but she lifted Lana out of the bathtub and out into the living room. She laid her down on the couch. "What were you thinking?"

"I could have saved him if I wasn't such a coward," Lana muttered.

"What are you talking about?" her mother asked.

"That man who was beaten to death last night. I saw him getting beaten," Lana said so softly her mother could hardly hear her. "I didn't try to save him. I didn't even call the police," she muttered. "I just ran." She would have cried but there was nothing left inside her to cry out. She felt so week, helpless and shameful. She felt she didn't deserve to live.

"I should have died with him. I am no better then that man. I deserve to die."

"Lana, don't say that," her mom cried. "You have to go to the police. You have to tell them this."

"But I don't know anything," she protested weekly.

"It doesn't matter. You might be of some help."

"I know," Lana admitted, "but can I have something to eat first?" she asked.

"Of course, I'll make you something and you go get dressed."

She told the police everything she could remember. What she was wearing, what time it was, what the people looked like, was anyone else around, what did she hear and anything else she could remember from that night. She told them she was in her black work uniform, and it was around eleven-thirty or twelve o'clock. She told them it was too dark to see anything but silhouettes. While the two cops talked it over she fell asleep and when they woke her they told her she could go home. They said they would call her if they needed her and if she remembered anything else she was to call them.

When Lana got home she slept for almost a whole twenty-four hours. When she did wake up, she ate and went back to sleep. When she finally woke up the next day it was Saturday and she would have to go to work. At first she refused to go, then her mother reminded her she was working a matinee shift, plus she would have to get over it sometime. It's not like it's something that happens every night. So she went to work and her mom came and picked her up when she was done.

When Lana was starting to feel comfortable being alone at night, she decided that she would try to take the bus home again. Although she knew people weren't beaten to death in alleyways every night, she still walked quicker then she had before the murder.

That night she was aware of everything around her; she listened to every sound and watched every movement out of the corner of her eye. She was passing the alley where he had been killed when she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. She quickly jumped behind the building. Oh my god it's happening again, she thought to herself. Okay Lana just calm down. It was probably just your imagination or maybe a cat or something. Then she heard a grunt and something heavy fall to the ground. She poked her head around the corner. It was happening again. She saw someone struggle to get up only to be kicked to the ground. She wouldn't let it happen again, not to her. She couldn't let him die.

She quickly and quietly slipped down the alley not to wreck the element of surprise. Before she knew what was happening she knocked him over the head, but that didn't stop him.

She couldn't remember anything but pain after that. Shear and utter pain. He hit her again and again, then it stopped, but she couldn't get up. She couldn't even move. She couldn't call out for help. It felt like, it felt like, oh, she couldn't describe it. She had never been in this much pain before, and so she couldn't describe it.

She opened her eyes to see the man who she had tried to save. He lay bleeding on the ground, staring at her. Knowing that he was the only one in the world who knew how she felt right now only added to his beauty. She had never seen a man like him before and neither of the cuts nor the blood could take that away from him. He reached out and took her hand slowly, pulling himself towards her. He smiled at her. He probably knew as she did that they were going to die.

"Thank you." His words came out as a cough, blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"For what?" I didn't save you. We're both dying, she thought. "Why thank me? I didn't do a thing."

The nurse was in the room when her patient's eyes opened. Her patient looked around the room confused.

"Where…where is she? The girl who saved me, I want to see her." He said.

"I am terribly sorry," the nurse apologized. "She was already dead when they found the two of you the other day."

To Be Continued…