Draco first became aware of the pain ripping through his body with every shallow breath he took. He shifted ever so slightly if only to pinpoint where exactly the pain was coming from, abruptly deciding that was the worst idea he's ever had. He stilled immediately and became all too aware of another fact. He was not alone. There was someone in very close proximity to him. So close in fact that whoever this stranger was actually had the audacity to be holding his hand. Every muscle in Draco's body tensed with this knowledge. Was this right? Was Draco actually in bed with somebody who was holding his hand? Draco decided that it was time to open his eyes and find out for sure what was going on here. His head ached as he stared up and an unfamiliar ceiling. Where was this? It wasn't the skylight above his bed, it wasn't the green and sliver of his dorm rooms at Hogwarts and it wasn't the painfully bright white of the infirmary either. Draco turned his head slowly trying not to aggravate whatever was wrong with his right side. He was expecting to see some one night stand be it boy or girl that happened to be clingy in sleep. What he wasn't expecting, in fact, the very last person he ever thought he'd wake up next to was one Harry Potter. Adding to the surprise of being in the same bed as the boy who lived was the state he was in. his left eye was swollen shut and his nose was bloody, possibly broken. Draco wondered why he hadn't healed himself he knew the spells, didn't he? It occurred to him that Potter was still underage. He chuckled slightly but stopped as it made his side hurt even more. Bloody hell, he thought, what did we do. This had to be a joke or a nightmare. There was no way this could turn out to be anything other than a really really bad dream. There was no way he was lying in bed next to Potter holding his hand and why the fuck did everything hurt so badly? It was then that he tore his gaze away from the sleeping boy and down onto himself. The red bandage plastered to his side pretty much answered what it was that was hurting him. Now if he could only remember how that had happened.

The sound of a slamming door made Draco cringe and started Potter awake. The boy sat up quickly, not noticing that Draco was awake nor that he had been holding his hand.

"Fuck." The brunette whispered. Draco raised an eyebrow at the back of the other boys head. He had never heard the golden boy curse. Draco decided to let his eyes fall closed again, he didn't really want to face Potter right now it seemed best to just pretend to still be asleep. Not like any of that mattered. Harry was so focused on the door and cursing under his breath he wouldn't have noticed him at all. Man did potter have a mouth on him Draco thought to himself as he listened to Harry mumbled under his breath.

"Boy, where are you!" peeking through his eyelashes Draco snuck a look at the Gryffindor king. He didn't believe what he saw though. The Gryffindor looked anything but brave. And the noise that escaped him could only be described as a whimper. In the front of Draco's mind, he found it amusing but his chest tightened and a lump rose in his throat as he tried not to imagine what could make the wizarding worlds savior cower. His chest tightened, even more, when Potter got up and walked out of the room to whoever was making him scared.

Draco opened his eyes all the way once again and stared at the door Potte had disappeared through. He quickly glanced around looking for his wand fully expecting it not to be anywhere close to figuring Potter would have hidden it from him. Surprisingly it was lying right on the bedside table. Draco gingerly reached for it wincing as he did so. He pointed it at himself and whispered a few healing spells that should hold him over until he could get some real help. He felt better almost immediately.

A loud crash could be heard from somewhere in the house and it made Draco's stomach turn. He pushed himself up rather abruptly wanting to find out what it could have been but promptly grew dizzy and had to sit back onto the bed to reclaim his balance. He took that time to really look around. It was a tiny room holding only the full-size bed and a desk. On the desk was the beautiful snowy owl that Draco had always been slightly jealous of. He rose to his feet slowly this time and crossed the room to poke his fingers through the bars of the cage. The owl nibbled on the end of his figures. He noticed the cage was padlocked closed and he grew immediately angry who in their right mind would lock up such a beautiful creature. He pointed his wand at the lock and whispered the unlocking spell. The owl flew out of the cage easily and began to fly around the room chirping happily. He turned back to the bed needing to sit back down and saw a rather large pile of red stained towels at the end of the bed. Merlin, were those all used on him? He thought growing sick to his stomach.

Draco shook the thought out of his head and sat back on the bed refusing to look at the stack of towels. He needed to get word to his parents to let them know that he was in fact okay. His parents? Why wasn't he with the right now/ where were they? Last he could remember was the dark lord turning his childhood home into the new death eater headquarters. But that was the day after he got home from Hogwarts. How much time had passed between then and now?

"Come back here boy!" a voice shouted. Draco could hear running footsteps heading straight for the room he was in. he drew his wand once more and looked around for a place to hide. Too late, Harry came bursting through the door.

"Malfoy!" he gasped and his voice was full of question and fear and panic and worry.

"For Merlin's sake, Potter close the Damn door." Draco tried not to let his voice shake but the other boy somehow looked even worse than before. He obeyed easily enough and pushed the door shut. Was somebody doing this to him? He thought. He quickly spelled the door locked as someone began turning the knob furiously. Both boys moved farther from the door. "What the hell is going on?"

"Nothin. We need to, you need to lie down. What are you doing up? Too much blood." Everything came out in fragments causing Draco to roll his eyes.

"For fuck's sake Potter just bloody breath." Harry stopped talking and just stood there breathing. It amused Draco how Harry Obeyed yet again. "Who did this to you?' He asked gesturing at the other boys wounded face.

"My uh. Don't worry about it you'll see soon enough," he said eyeing the door. "How good is that spell you put up?" Potter asked as the person on the other side started banging furiously.

"Well, it'll keep the door locked. But if he beats it down I don't see it stopping him. Harry nodded and stared at the door.

"Malfoy what happened to you?" The boy asked so quietly that he almost didn't hear him over the racket.

"I don't know. How did I get here? Where is here?" Draco asked in response.

"That's what I was trying to figure out. You showed up on my doorstep this morning bleeding out on my aunt's welcome mat." Draco didn't say anything and just stared at the door. It wasn't going to last much longer. Draco wished he could just apparate them both out of their but he was still wounded.

It was then that the door decided to quit putting up a fight. Harry's eyes glazed over as if he weren't all there. He had never seen that look on the other boys face and it caused him to grow queasy. Draco's eyes widened as a beast of a man filled the doorway.