"Show me." Harry's command had come out harsher than intended. He was just curious. He wanted to find out for sure where Draco's loyalties really layed. But as Draco jumped at the demanding tone of his voice and started to take off the nightshirt that Harry had given him to sleep, Harry could not help but to notice the abused condition of the pale, bruised stomach that looked like it could have once been muscle.

Draco had a nervous look on his face as he unfolded his wings. The look of someone that knew he was going to get judged. His wings, Harry noticed with an air of confusion, were a deep, rich gray. They had patterns and twists of a dark green. Harry looked at Draco and found searching eyes staring back at him.
"Draco. Where...What... Have you figured out your wings?" Harry managed to get out.
"I don't know. I think that the gray, well I don't know about the gray. The green is obvious enough."
"Where do your loyalties lay? That is important. Like, mine are black, white, red, and green. White for the good, black for the Voldemort in me, red for Gryffindor and green for Slytherins. So... explain."
Draco paused for a moment looking at Harry's extended wings. "OK. Mine are gray because... because I didn't know who I supported. I mean, I was forced to become-"
"You were FORCED? But all that time you… you… YOU ALMOST KILLED ALBUS DUMBLEDORE!"
"I know. I KNOW! OK? It was Voldemort. He told me I had to or he would kill father, mother and I. You don't understand. You can never understand." His shoulders slumped forward a bit as his voice had suddenly become gentle, he almost sounded defeated. Harry stared at the person who he had venomously, more than normal, hated for three years. He stared at the person who was so innocent. Who was searching for someone to accept him. Who was waiting to be liked, befriended, and loved.

Flash Back

"NO! You can't! I… You! I trusted you. I thought you were my friend… FOR THE PAST 8 YEARS! I told you everything. I took you with me to look for the Horcruxes. I taught you Quidditch. I stood by you when everyone else thought you were RUBBISH. And now you go and mark me. Please don't do this. There's no reason. I did so much for you and know you need to curse me?"
"It's not a curse. It's a gift. It's like a high. The surge you feel when you use these powers. The superiority of it. Having a gift that no human can posses. It's amazing. Harry, I would never mark you to hurt you. I thought you would know that."
"Ron… please. I just want to live a normal life. I don't want to have any more powers. I finally got rid of the dakness in me. I finally have a normal magical core. And now this. Now you are giving me the power of life. The power to save. I DON'T WANT TO SAVE! I JUST WANT TO LIVE! Ron. Don't do it. I beg you."
"I'm sorry Harry. I have to. It's your destiny to save people. And now it needs to continue. It HAS to continue. You have to help people. I really am sorry." And with that, Ron moved his wand in a complicated swirl. Purple sparks emitted from the end followed quickly by gold. When the sparks cleared, a mark appeared on Harry. Harry collapsed under the intense burning of it.

End flash back

When Harry came back out of his flashback, he found himself on the floor, Draco staring at him with a look of horror, confusion, and understanding. He extended his hand to help him up and, with a grin, Draco walked off to the spare room and closed the door understanding that Harry would need some time alone.

R 'n' R sorry. a short chapter. writers block.