Mine to kill

"Speaking"

(Thoughts)

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, simply the plot.

Hello and welcome to my fic! Just so people are aware this will be a long story with twisting plot and eventual sex. But first and foremost on with the show!

Break-

They boy continued walking; snow was coating the end of his trousers and robe, weighing him down to a pleasant icy slumber. Crimson drops slowly but steadily joined on the powder, yet he plodded on.

His hand, the one which was not wrapped in strips of shredded shirt, was turning pale and started to tremble. His one eye, not swelled shut, observed the hand with a glazed glance. Stopping and thinking for a moment, he wrapped it within his cloak. Wrapping it firmly around himself, he looked up as the wind swept raven strands into his good eye.

The castle loomed up into view. The boy smiled and tried to hurry his movement. Yet he seemed to be getting no closer. Desperation was beginning to sink in yet determination over took it.

He walked towards the outskirts of the forbidden forest, and came sloping towards Hagrid's hut. After starting towards it he realised that the games keeper was not around until next week.

He tried pressing against the door, banging upon it with his pitiful frozen hand, and sunk to his knees. His cloak was sticking to dried blood across his back, the fabric pulling wounds reopen. He shut his eyes and refused to let any tears fall. He was lost no one would find him in time; he would become a frozen boy, stuck to the stairs of hagrids hut.

"No I won't allow myself to give up and become an ice statue." The boy pushed himself to his feet and forced himself to move up the slight slope, skirting around the forbidden forest. He heard a werewolf howl to the moon and looked around wildly. Sensing nothing nearby he stated off into a jog, and bounded up the stairs, and threw himself against the door to open it. Once open he darted through and leaned against it to shut it.

The change in temperature made his fingers and toes tingle. Rubbing his forearm lightly he moved towards the stairs that led to the dungeon. Feeling very light headed from blood loss he tumbled down the stairs and passed out but not before hearing a cry off "You bloody idiot."

Break-

Draco malfoy was unable to sleep due to the common room being so barren and quiet. He had been ordered to stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays, much to his disbelief. He didn't want to spend any more time at this god forsaken school then he had to. On the plus side there was professor Snape to keep him company as the other teachers had gone of to holidays or to see loved ones. Dumbledore was off doing some secret work with the Order of the Phoenix leaving only Snape, Draco and unfortunately the Gryffindor freak Potter.

This arrangement was not to Draco's liking but at least Harry was getting bullied by Snape and he had no one to turn too much to Draco's delight. Draco wanted to go outside to clear his head and hopefully wear him out enough so he would be able to sleep. However his father had given him orders to stay inside the castle at all times, due to the fact that death eaters might be planning an attack on the golden boy.

Draco thought this was unlikely to happen due to the fact his father had only just got out of prison and was probably unlikely to form a full scale attack in a short period of time. Besides Death eaters would find it hard to launch an attack with Harry inside the castle. Draco sighed. When he became leader of the great ones pack of killers, he would organize things much better. He wouldn't let his minions kill Harry in his name; oh no he wanted that honour himself.

However it was so boring in this castle with no ones lives to make a living hell. Even taunting potter got boring after a few days. He couldn't do it all day. He didn't want to help Snape with his potions so there was nothing to do. Being alone in a big castle by yourself wasn't much fun. Draco briefly wondered how Harry found being by himself. In a castle this big they didn't often see each other, apart from the odd meal time when they met up in the kitchens. (Probably used to being by himself the orphan) He thought to himself.

He was distracted by his thoughts by a bloody bundle tumbled down the stone stairs. It was Harry. What was he doing the bloody idiot? Draco walked over to see what was wrong; as Draco grew nearer he could sense something was not right. The boys arm was twisted in an odd angle and there were cuts and bruises and blood everywhere. Draco knelt down and felt for a pulse, there was a faint one. (Good he's not dead yet). Draco fished out his wand for his pocket and used it to levitate him of the floor. The spell backfired and caused Harry to scream in agony. Draco put him down confused. Maybe a healing spell would be better before he carried on. He tired a simple healing spell, which only caused the boy to scream again, and open new cuts on his cheek. Draco stopped again. Right so he couldn't use magic.

He thought of what he could do. He could leave Harry there. Carry him to the medical ward. No wait he couldn't do that, Madame poppy wasn't there. He could take the boy to Snape and let him deal with it. Or take him back to the dungeon check to see what was wrong and then get Snape. The dungeon was closer then Snape's quarters, so Harry had a better chance of living if he took him to the Dungeon.

Draco weighed up Harrys size and build. He boy was smaller then himself but he didn't know how heavy he was going to be. He lifted the boy under the arms careful of his back wounds, which he could see through the shredded T shirt. He hoisted Harry over his shoulder, and clasped him round the knees. He wasn't as fat or as heavy as he looked, which was good or Draco would have had to have left him there. He marched down the corridor he just came, where it got a bit colder and walked down many different turns and passageways before he came to a picture of a silver serpent. "Password?" It hissed. "Fairy lights." Draco cringed. The password was changed at Christmas, to merit festivity Draco guessed. Once the password has given the snake shifted to allow Draco and his friend to enter.

Draco was beginning to get a bit tired from carrying Harry around on his back like a donkey. All he had to do now was walk up the reaming stairs to his room and set Harry down on a bed. Draco walked up to entrance where the stairs to the boys dorms where located. He looked up with a sigh, his dorms where located quite far up. Groaning and shifting the boys weight on his shoulder he began the long steady climb up the winding staircase. He got about halfway before he had to stop and take a breather.

He slumped against the wall, not caring if Harry bumped his head in the process. He closed his eyes trying to regain some oxygen when he noticed something seeping into his back. He moved a hand round to see if Harry was drooling in his deadly state, and brought it back to inspect what it was. Blood. Bright red blood. Draco felt his head spin for a moment while he assessed his hand. Harry was in very bad shape.

"OK then, I think we should speed up. I don't want you dead before I have the chance to kill you." Draco pushed himself from the wall and carried on up the rest of the steps.

He kicked his door in and breathed a sigh of relief as he noticed the familiar smell and warmth of his dorm room. Harry better be thankful for this long trek he had made him.

Draco paused for a moment. He didn't want to put the Gryffindor on his bed as blood would stain his sheets, and to be honest he didn't want to sleep in any other person's bed. He looked to the bed beside his and put Harry's body there. Once he was down he lit a fire in the room and turned to look at the boy.

He was in quite bad shape. His eye was swollen shut, with blood encrusted around the edges, his hand looked twisted the wrong way, as well as his arm. Draco noticed that he had ripped up some of his shirt and made a crude bandage. (Clever boy) Draco thought to himself. He had several cuts around his face, and a large bruise against one temple.

Draco tilted his head pondering. He couldn't assess his full condition until he removed most of his clothes. Draco shuddered at the thought of having to undress the golden boy, but it was for his own good. He peeled of the Gryffindor cloak and pulled of the remains of the shirt. The sight made him choke back his own vomit. Scratched into Harry's skin were the words "Let this be a warning from all Death eaters."

Draco recoiled back. Potter was attacked by the Death eaters, on Hogwart's grounds? Draco was almost afraid to turn Harry to see his back. The words where leaking as it were.

Draco forced himself to look past them, and examined Harry's arm instead. His left arm which was also the one with the hand twisted the wrong way. The elbow was bruised and it looked like bones where sticking out the wrong way. The rest of Potters torso seemed ok; his legs seemed to be in working order.

His cheeks seemed flushed and the boy was shivering slightly. Draco raised his hand to feel the boy's forehead, the boy was clammy, it seemed like Harry was going to have a fever as well, from wandering around in the cold it seemed. Draco paused unsure or what to do.

Moving to his trunk he took a small pouch of powder and threw some of the powder causing it to go green. "Professor Snape I need your urgent help, it's an emergency!" Draco shouted.

Minutes later the form of Professor Snape appeared in the fire and the sinister Professor stepped out. "This had better be important…" He trailed off as he saw the Gryffindor on the bed in bad shape. "Need I ask why a student of a different house is resting in your dorm?"

"Professor Look at him, I had to bring him here, I couldn't leave him to die now could I?"

Snape frowned and moved closer to the bed unsure of what his pupil meant. He took a sharp inhaled breath and his gaze travelled over the boys body. The potions masters hand flew to the boy's forehead and he concluded. "He has a fever, broken arm and wrist. I don't know where to begin about his chest." Snape sighed. "Why didn't you heal him with a spell?"

Draco whipped out his wand and said "Watch." As he performed another healing spell, Harry screamed and writhed on the bed, and new wounds opened on his arms.

"I see."

"But Sir what where Death eaters doing on Hogwarts grounds? Where you not with them."

Snape regarded Draco carefully, "No I was not, the Death eaters where not authorised for an attack this evening. They would not be stupid enough to do it on the grounds." Snape paused thoughtfully. "Although I do recall your father was supposed to be paying me a visit shortly. Mayhap it was Lucius who bumped into Mr Potter."

Draco looked at Harry who was breathing painfully. "What should we do?"

"I am surprised you want to do anything. Put him in his own dorm and I'll contact Albus."

Draco smirked. "Although I hate his guts I am not a heartless bastard. What can I do for him?"

"That is a very unusual thing for one of my students to say. Well firstly I would recommend you boil some water and remove most of the gunk and blood from his body. I'll bring some things from the hospital ward that will help. As he seems to react to spells, I think it is unwise for us to use healing potions on him. I will be back shortly try and clean him."

Draco watched as Snape left the room and turned back to Harry. "Ok then Scarhead lets see if we can try and mend you a bit." Draco transfigured a pillow into a wide basin and filled it with water and lit a small fire under the basin. He moved to another bed and stripped the blanket into small strips.

Snape swept back into the room his arms filled with things. "I brought some bandages and some healing herbs. Add them to the boiling water and then wipe it onto Potters skin. I'll leave you to it, ill return in a few hours hopefully I'll have Albus with me. If his condition worsens call me."

Draco nodded and added the herbs to the water. An immediate calming smell infused into the room. He quickly stripped Harry of his trousers and left him in his boxers. He got a wad of cloth and gently wiped it over Harry's chest soaking up the blood from the writing. The words stood out striking against the boys pale skin.

Draco then moved to Harry's arms and noted that Harry's legs where only covered in bruises. He gently rolled the smaller boy over onto his back and chocked back bile at the sight. Magic marks and whip marks scored the boys back. "You do throw yourself into danger don't you Potter. You just had to make him mad at you by sending him to prison." but deep down Draco knew that no matter what lines Harry had crossed in trying to destroy the Malfoy name, he didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve this by his father. Draco was the one who was allowed to humiliate Potter and eventually destroy him.

Once his back was clean, he rolled the boy back over and gently held a torn strip to his eye, cleaning it. Harry murmured and moved his head, whimpering slightly. His cheeks where flushed and he was trembling.

Draco picked up the bandages and sat the boy up, resting Harry's hip bone against his upraised knee. He gently wrapped the bandage round Harry's chest and back until his whole torso was covered. Then he moved the boy back down and moved to the limp arm. Starting at the shoulder blade and working down to the elbow he then tied it off and wrapped a fresh one around the broken wrist.

Then as an after though, he thoroughly soaked a wad of cloth and placed it on Harry's eye then wrapped his eye and part of his head in a bandage. Once finished he stepped back to admire his handy work. "If I didn't know better Potter I would say you belong in the British history museum." Draco knelt down and felt his enemy's forehead. "At least that ridiculous scar has been covered. If I remember my remedies the best thing to do for you fever is to sweat it out." Draco glanced round the room. Grabbing three extra blankets he covered Harry with them, and propped the boys head up on pillows.

Draco gave an ear splitting yawn and with a quick flick of his wand found the time was 12.45 no wonder he was tired. (Stupid Potter taking time out of my beauty sleep.) Draco lit a fire in the hearth to keep the boy hot to sweat the fever out, and turned to the beds. His own bed was the bed he used to tear into strips. Draco sighed it was hot enough in the room anyway. "Ok Potter you win, I'll have to sleep on a different bed."

Walking into the bathroom he stripped down and had a quick shower, to rid himself of Harry's blood, and put on a fresh pair of boxers and a light cotton t shirt. He walked back into the stifling heat and noticed Harry was sweating. Getting into the bed next to the Gryffindor, he left open the curtain Incase the boy got worse, and tried to get some sleep.

Break-

Harry rode in a blanket of darkness. He was aware of his limbs hurting and pain all around. He tried to pull himself from the darkness and back into the light, but he felt to leaden down.

He whirled in his chaos of pain and darkness, unsure of what to do. It felt like sharp needles where pressing into his eyes, and his chest. Floating in this pain filled state, he suddenly realised one pain was beginning to over rule them all.

His Scar.

Harry screamed out, this pain was more intense then the rest put together. The darkness parted and Harry was hurled into the world joined with Voldermort.

Voldermort was looking upon Draco's father and was clearly pleased with what he had done. There joined vision turned to a small family of muggles.

Harry's screams joined those of the child muggle and he once again fell into darkness which was now joined with cruel laughter.

Break-

Draco was shocked awake by the most fear filled screams he had heard in his life. Looking around wildly he realized that Harry was shaking and tossing, and he was the one making the tremendous noise.

Draco performed the tempus spell to work out it was currently 4.37 in the morning and he shifted over to Harry's bed. "Dear me Potter what's got you all into a state?" he sat next to the trembling boy and was slightly surprised when Harry's uninjured hand came up to clutch his t shirt. Looking at in puzzled, Draco raised a hand to his school mate's forehead and recoiled back from the burn of the scar.

Draco remembered that Snape had to him once about how Harry was linked to the dark lord and how Voldermort could use this to harm Harry and cause him nightmares. The younger boy shook slightly as pain coursed through his body once again. Draco unsure of what to do when a nightmare was taking place thought desperately.

He was jolted back to the time when he was a small infant and he himself had been very ill and had a nightmare or two. He could recall his house elf coming into his room and stroking his hand and head until he settled down.

Draco lifted his slender fingers to where Harry was clutching his shirt and clasped his hand over Harry's, stroking lightly. He moved down to lay next to Harry. His body heat to help aid the breaking of the fever and to soothe the boy back into a healing sleep.

Harry calmed down and snuggled closer to Draco, and eventually after a few more twitches settled down into slumber. Draco felt Harry's forehead, and sighed. "Well at least your fever is broken. My Potter what a tiresome boy you are." with a light chuckle he got up to get back to his own bed, when he was restrained by Harry's hand still clasping his own. "Oh I give up. At least no one can see me in a situation like this. Just think of what that could do to my reputation." Draco got back in beside Harry and pulled the covers over them. Draco yawned and scratched his hair line, wondering how he got into this situation. Harry shifted over and snuggled under Draco's chin and sighed. Draco scowled but left him. He would do anything not to be woken up again like that.

(But I suppose) Draco thought as he drifted off to sleep, (That this is more comfortable then I thought it would be.) he soon slipped of into dream world, gently holding his charge next to him.

TBC

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