Warnings: SLASH. MPREG. Het. Bastard!Ron. Good!Draco. Probably some language.

Pairings: HPDM, SSHG

Rating: PG13

Disclaimer: We do not own Harry Potter. We are merely playing with them. Also, we do not own any of the music quoted in this fic. They belong to their respective owners. (Godsmack, Disturbed, etc.)

Summary: Harry and Draco forge a friendship that eventually grows to be more than that after Harry has to be rescued from the Dursleys.

Draco was patrolling the halls on the sixth floor when he heard music coming from down the hall. He crept down the hall, slightly giddy though he wouldn't show it. This would be the first person he caught out of bounds, as it was only the second day they were back from summer holidays. He found a door that wasn't closed all the way. Wand held loosely in his hand, he pushed the door open quietly to find Harry Potter thrashing about to some muggle music. Draco watched him for a moment as Harry sang at the top of his lungs.

"I'm doing the best I ever did,

I'm doing the best that I can,

I'm doing the best I ever did,

NOW GO AWAY!"

For a moment, Draco thought that Harry was yelling at him before he realized it was the song. Not wanting to have a conflict with Potter, he went to get one of the teachers. He did NOT feel like being jinxed and stuck in the hospital wing his first week back thankyouverymuch!

The first teacher he ran into was McGonagall. "Professor McGonagall! Harry Potter is in a room in the sixth floor corridor. I felt it best to get a teacher to deal with THAT particular student." Draco sneered.

"Very good, Malfoy. I already knew that Potter was there. He has a deal with the headmaster for the use of that particular room."

"But. . .!" Draco sputtered.

"Perhaps you should ask Potter about it, I'm sure he'd be willing to elaborate." She smiled thinly at him and turned on her heal to continue her patrol.

Draco was confused and a bit indignant. He turned and headed back down to the sixth floor, intent on asking Potter why he was getting special treatment. AGAIN. When he got to the room Potter was in, however, he paused and leaned against the wall outside the door and listened. Again, Harry was singing along at the top of his lungs, though Draco wouldn't actually call this singing, it was more emotional screaming.

"No mommy don't do it again

Don't do it again

I'll be a good boy

I'll be a good boy, I promise

No mommy don't hit me

Why did you have to hit me like that

Don't do it you're hurting me."

Draco turned and went back to his duties, leaving Harry behind in physical distance only.

Draco couldn't believe himself. He was sitting outside of the door to "Harry's Room" for the seventh time in so many days and he had yet to even talk to the boy. Also, he was acting even more different than before and his so-called friends were noticing. He hadn't started any fights with Harry, instead opting to look at him as if he were a puzzle to be solved. It was rather unnerving for him.

Draco turned to watch Harry through the crack in the door. What he was brought a tear to his eye. Harry Potter was cutting himself. Draco watched as Harry brought the knife down on to his already livid skin. Draco couldn't take it. He stood quickly and pushed trough the door. "Harry!" He gasped out.

Harry dropped his knife and quickly pulled his arm to himself. Draco dropped down on the floor in front of him. "Harry. . . look at me. Why are you doing this?" Draco looked imploringly into the boys eyes. Harry looked at him suspiciously. "Please. I KNOW you've had to have heard it by now. I've been disowned. Do you know why?" Here, Harry shook his head no. "Because I swore my allegiance to you and Dumbledore. I refused the Dark Mark." There was a look that plainly said "oh" on Harry's face. "But enough about me. I want to know why you are hurting yourself." Harry just gave him a blank stare. "Okay, on to the question I've been waiting to ask you for two weeks now. How on Earth did you manage to get this room?"

At this, Harry grinned. "Stress relief."

"Explain."

"Over the summer hols I met Mrs. Figg's grand daughter. She showed me her music collection and I discovered that it's a great way to help me deal with most of my issues." Draco just raised an eyebrow and glanced at his arm. "Yeah, well. . . I did say most." Draco huffed at him and smiled a bit. Harry was taken back when Draco smiled and found himself really smiling for the first time since fifth year.

"That still doesn't explain how the muggle music works here. . . " Draco mused.

"Oh. Dumbledore negated all the magic in the room so that the electronics would work." Harry shrugged as if it was no big deal. Harry looked at Draco almost as if seeing him for the firs time. "Why are you here?" There was no malice in the words, just pure curiosity.

"I'm not sure really. I. . . think I am beginning to realize that you aren't who I thought you were."

"Who would've thought. . ." Harry mumbled sarcastically.

Draco shot him a look before continuing. "I mean, I know I'm not who everyone thought I was, so would it be too far of a stretch that maybe you were the same way? Putting on a front for others? I noticed it in fourth year, not that I would admit it to myself." Draco wrapped his arms around himself and continued after checking to make sure Harry was listening, "Then my 16th birthday came around. He expected me to take the Dark Mark. It had been drilled into me ever since I was small."

"Boy, do I know it." Harry mock glared.

"Do you mind?" Draco snapped somewhat irritably.

"No, of course not. Go ahead!" Harry snickered.

"Of course," Draco glared at the snickering Harry. "having long since came to the decision to support the light as the Dark Lord is a crazy bastard,"

"No shit!"

Draco ignored him. "I had to do something before he forced me into it against my will. So, I packed my things, left a note, and came to Dumbledore. I stayed here as it was only about two weeks left to the start of term. Next hols I'm to stay with my closest living non Death Eater relative. Dumbledore's still trying to figure that one out." Draco and Harry both laughed a bit at this. "Then, on the second night of term I heard you in here and have been coming to listen ever since, trying to work up the nerve to come talk to you and then I peeked through the crack and saw what you were doing and I had to stop you. Doing that only helps the Dark Lord, you know. It's something else he can use against you to manipulate your feelings and such."

Harry's eyes widened a bit. ". . . I never thought of that. . . damn. . ."

"Yeah, well, maybe you should." Draco attempted to conjure a glass of water. His throat was sore from talking so much at once.

Harry smirked at him. "Negated magic, remember?"

Draco pouted a bit. "Oh, yeah. . ."

Harry walked across the room and tugged down his pair of cut-offs. He poured Draco a glass of water from the pitcher on the window seal and handed it to him. "Here you go."

Draco smiled gratefully and drank. They sat there for a few minutes, not saying much, just listening to the music play. After a bit, Draco stood up and held out his hand to Harry. "So, friends?" he asked, just like in first year, only this time Draco was sincere and Harry took his hand and used it to pull Draco to him in a brief hug.

"Friends." Harry yawned loudly and looked chagrined.

"Harry?"

"Yes Drake?"

"Go to bed."

Harry stuck his tongue out at Draco, but went anyways. Draco turned and headed down towards the dungeons and his private room thinking that this year would definitely be different, and for some reason, Draco was very, very happy about that.