After graduating from Hogwart's and defeated Lord Voldermort everyone had left him. Ron and Hermione were married with twins and never spoke to him any more. Harry knew not of the other's whom he had once befriended.

He had bought a property in London away from other witches and wizards who seemed to glare at him wherever he went to make the point of making him feel unwelcome and unwanted.

He made a habit of drinking himself stupid each night in a different bar, on this particular night he was feeling kind of lonely and was hoping to get fucked so he had chosen a gay bar.

During the course of the evening he saw no one who took his fancy even though some tried hitting on him he always refused them. He gradually drunk enough, to not notice his surroundings or with whom he was conversing. By the time it was closing time he staggered out on to the street.

His vision became hazy and he swayed slightly, he tried in vain to get his balance but feel unceremoniously to the floor hitting his head with a painful thud knocking him unconscious.

If an old school nemesis hadn't have been passing he would have died on that street corner, lying in a gutter. Draco who had always hidden his soft spot for the Gryffindor felt sorry for him and dissaperated them both to Malfoy manor which now belonged to him.

Harry came round the following day to someone dapping a cool cloth on his forehead. He didn't recognize his surroundings, sending him into a panic. He did however have a throbbing headache, which meant he was still alive.

"Where am I?" He asked as the person tending to him stopped dapping.

"Malfoy manor, I would have taken you to your own place but I had no idea where that was." Then surveying the man lying in front of him said. "Hurt's like hell doesn't it."

"Of course it fucking does." Harry growled trying to sit up and get away from Draco, but the blonde pushed him back down as Mrs Weasly had once done.

"I'm not going to hurt you Harry so just lay still."

"Why couldn't you have just let me die?" He asked finally giving up his struggle to get away from the other man.

"I don't know, why do you want to die so much?" Harry was silent it was evident he had no response to that. "You've been cutting your self, why?"

"That's none of your concern."

"I'm trying to help you, I'm not going to judge you by your actions, I saw you fight, with such courage and bravery, I also know that you consider yourself alone because your friends left you."

"I don't want help and I prefer to be alone."

"Your also stubborn, you can't apperate or disaperate on these premises, there is a potion being made by Godfather as we speak to cure your hangover, he will bring it up to you, I advise you not to try and run away as there is more security at Malfoy manor than even you can break through. I'll be back with your lunch later."

"Bite me." Harry snapped crossing his arms over his chest and glaring at the blonde who sighed and left the room.

Draco had gone to speak to Severus Snape who was currently staying with him. It was in some ways a blessing to have his Godfather staying with him, as it got so lonely in the manor when it was just he. In some way's he longed for a family to love and protect in the manor he had grown up in. He had given up on this because he was gay but then he had discovered this potion in one of his father's old books.

"How's the potion coming on?" He asked Snape who was brewing Harry's hangover cure.

"As much as I do not wish to relive Potter of the pain he is suffering, it is ready, shall I take it to him or will you do the honours?"

"You go, he's being a bit temperamental at the moment."

"And here I thought you had a thing for Potter and wanted to see him as much as possible."

"I do but as I said he is no mood for that sort of discussion, don't be to harsh on him if he snaps at you or shouts."

"I will try, but make no promises."

Back in his room Harry was sulking. Of all the people that could have found him, it had to be Malfoy. Not that he minded he kind of liked to be pampered by the Slytherin prince himself but there was no way he could ever feel the same way.

When he finally heard footsteps Harry was sure it would be Draco, but when the door opened his heart sank, it was Snape.

"What are you doing here?" Harry snapped, once again fixing the man with an evil glare that could have matched Snape's any day.

"Helping Potter, now drink this." Looking suspiciously at the older wizard he drank. His aching head immediately felt cool and clear, Harry visibly sighed in relief.

He never usually brewed a potion to take away his headache as he was usually in no fit shape to do so. Every morning he was left to either sleep it off, or bare with the agonizing pain.

"Where's Draco?"

"Mr Malfoy is currently supervising the preparation of lunch, I believe he wants you to stay for a while."

"What does that mean?"

"You figure it out, the house elves left some clothes for you, the bathroom is through there, surprise him."

"Do you mean he...likes me?"

Snape however pretended not to have heard and departed the room leaving a very confused Harry behind. He had thought Snape had been hinting that it would surprise Draco if he went down to lunch in a respectable fashion but what did that mean?

Taking Snape's advice he crawled out of the warm covers of his bed and headed for the bathroom. The sight that met his eyes was amazing. The wall and floor tiles were marble, the sink was made of glass, the shower had been constructed using glass tiles, the fixtures and fittings were all silver, there was even bubble jet's fixed into the bath that could have fit two quite comfortably.

After showering he did indeed find clothes that the house elves had left him. They were dress trousers made of the finest black cotton, an emerald green, button down shirt made of velvet. Harry could hardly believe the quality of his attire as he carefully put it on.

Flattening his hair as best he could he felt the room he had been confined to. He found his way to the main hallway and was walking down the grand black marble staircase into the entrance hall when Draco appeared.

His mouth opened in complete shock. "Harry?" He gasped in complete awe.

"Hi." He said nervously, coming to a stop in front of the blond who it seemed was for once in his life lost for words.

"Would you like to come through for some lunch?" Draco asked offering his arm to Harry as he regained his calm, emotionless exterior.

"I'd love to."

Snape was suspiciously absent from the dinning room that lunchtime. Conversation was minimal as the two had little to talk about and Draco was reluctant to bring up the many scars on the Gryffindor's arms.

It was Harry who brought up the subject in the end. "I know you want to ask, so go ahead."

"Alright, why did you cut yourself?"

"To remind myself I was alive, after my friends abandoned me I felt so alone, I felt dead. To feel pain and to cry shows you're alive. It went from that to wanting to die and remove the pain for good."

"Will you let me help you now?"

"I think you already have." Their eyes met across the table, and in that one moment they felt completely content.

When lunch was over Draco seemed reluctant to part with Harry. So much so he asked him to wander the grounds for a while. The Gryffindor agreed, with of course well hidden excitement.

They walked by the large pond, through Narcissa's rose garden, up to the old oak tree that had a double swing attached to it. The two sat down and Draco began a fluid swinging motion.

"I know you don't want to stay here but, would you like to stay a while longer, you don't know how empty the manor gets when your alone." They were facing the large home and Harry had to agree it looked slightly overwhelming.

"Of course, I hate my flat, it's so small."

"You know, if you wanted you could move in here, there is so much space we could go for weeks on end without meeting each other."

"That's going a little to fast, I hardly know you, you basically saved my life that I didn't want anymore and I'm grateful for that but I need to sort myself out, you wouldn't want me to live with you at the moment."

"I beg to differ." Draco said placing his hand over Harry's. The Gryffindor pulled away, the contact scaring him slightly, bringing up memories that he thought had long since been forgotten. "What's wrong?"

"I can't, I'm sorry, I have to go."

Draco was bewildered, the one person he cared about was now running away, however before he had fled Draco had seen something in those emerald orb's, something that looked like fear.

The blond made his way back to the manor slowly, he wanted to give Harry some space, but another part of him was crying out to find out what was wrong, what had frightened him so much.

Harry meanwhile had escaped back to his room in tears. He had thought the memories that had returned to him were long done. That one simple touch had brought them back. Even though it had been years before it still haunted him.

It was the other reason for cutting himself. The summer before graduation Voldermort had captured him, it had been a month before someone had managed to save him. Harry had never told any one what had happened to him, in a way he was to scared to relive it. Not even Dumbledore had got it out of the frail young boy.

The after effects had been similar to the summer after he had witnessed the death of fellow Hogwart's student Cedric Diggory. He had relived it every night in his dreams.

The sounds of crying brought Draco's attention to Harry's room, Cautiously he knocked but got no response. He turned the handle and entered. There sitting curled in a ball was Harry, blood trickling down his arms a knife in one hand.

End chapter. I'm evil aren't I? I have decided to post this story as some faults were found in my story To Turn Back Time; I am currently working on sorting them out with Miss Lesley's help. So while you wait here is another story to keep you occupied. Please don't forget to review otherwise I won't know you like this story and there will be nothing new to read. Baby Draco is a work in progress and there will be another chapter up shortly or so I hope. Thank you, I love you forever if you review. SS xxxxxxxxx