Here is the waited for second chapter

Here is the waited for second chapter. YAY. I betcha you could wait for it, right? No? oh…lol. If you didn't like it, why are you here? HAH…

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The bell for the Gryffindors transfiguration class to be over and Draco high-tailed it to McGonnagal's classroom. Ron and Hermione was exiting the room just as Draco turned the last corner to get there.

"Where's Potter?" He demanded.

"Hasn't shown up. Cant say we've seen him all day." Ron snapped.

Dumbledore came down the hall. "Mr.'s Malfoy, Weasley, and Miss Granger, I would like you to follow me."

The four went down the hall and entered the infirmary. Ron, Draco and Hermione all stopped in their tracks seeing the scene in-front of them.

Harry laid unconscious on the bed, bruised and battered. His face was swollen, both eyes blackened, right cheek bone broken, blood plastered his hair to his face and his body was as badly beaten and broken. Below the sheet that covered him.

Draco turned to Dumbledore. "What happened?"

"He was found at the base of the astronomy tower. Poppy and I believe he was…"

Hermione interrupted him. "Professor, I don't think Ron and I should know this right now." Dumbledore raised an eyebrow. "We three had a bit of a tiff."

With that the two were gone. Draco was forgotten fot the moment by Dumbledre so he moved forward to see Harry.

A shaky hand came up and delicately pushed Harry's bloody bangs out of his face. Draco's head shot around to look at the headmaster.

"Sir, when was he found?"

"Not ten minutes before I came for you."

"Why hasn't he been cleaned up, then, and healed?"

"His powers are enabling us to come close to him. Every time we get near, it pulses us back. You are the only one, so far, who has been allowed to near him." Draco looked stunned.

"But we hated each other until yesterday." He protested.

"He seems to trust you." Madam Pomphrey said as she handed Draco a bowl of water and a washcloth. "Would you mind cleaning him up?"

Draco took the washcloth and began to delicately clean Harry's face with as much possible care imaginable. Dumbledore watched with amusement, as Draco seemed to lovingly care for Harry.

Before long, Dumbledore left Draco alone with Harry and Pomphrey had long since left for her office. Draco was alone…with the Harry Potter.

"Come on, Potter. Come to, will you? We both know you're strong enough to get through this. Will you wake up?" Draco was muttering to the still form of Harry as he slowly combed his fingers through the bloody knots of shoulder length hair to untangle it.

Draco, for some reason, felt tears prick the corners of his eyes. His fingers paused in Harrys hair as the realization of how soft his hair was finally clicked in Draco's mind.

"Why wont you come to? I know you would normally be awake. What happened to you? Who did this to you?"

His fingers resumed their combing of Harry's raven locks. He felt a quiet groan come from Harry.

Harry's eyes flickered open and emerald connected with silver. He blinked slowly and a pain filled groan erupted from his throat.

"Potter? You awake?"

"Ugh." Harrys hand touched his bloody forehead and came away bloody.

Draco grabbed Harry's wrist and began to clean his hand delicately with the washcloth. His tied back platinum locks cascaded down his forehead, falling from the hair-tie, as he cleaned Harry's hand.

"Potter, you okay?" Draco sounded worried.

"Urgh." Harry replied, flinching as he tried to sit up.

Draco stood up quickly and caringly helped Harry sit up. He gave a tiny smile as Harry turned a questioning look on him.

"Potter?"

"Huh?"

"Did you make it back to your dorm last night?"

"No."

"What happened? Who did this to you?"

"It was dark and I ache."

Draco chuckled. "You have broken bones. Right forearm, upper arm, left ankle, and your right cheekbone. Im amazed at how bloody you were."

"I didn't mean to let them overpower me." Harrys face drooped to a depressed low.

"Potter, can you tell me what happened?"

"Yeah."

"Will you tell me?"

Harry diverted his gaze to the wall across the room from him. "I don't know, Malfoy. It…I'm not sure if Im ready to say."

Before he even thought about it, Draco patted Harrys shoulder. "It's okay. Take your time. Just don't push yourself right now. Will you, at least, let Pomphrey heal you?"

"I don't need it."

"What?! Yes you do! If you haven't noticed you are injured."

"I heal a lot faster than normal, now, Malfoy. Trust me, I don't need it anymore."

"Then will you tell me what happened to you?"

"Your fellow Slytherins don't accept as easily as you do."

"Huh?" To say the least, Draco was confused.

"Crabbe, Goyle, Parkinson, Zambini, and a few other Slytherins attacked me."

"I'm sorry."

"Not your fault. They…they…" Harry's voice dropped to a whisper. "I was overpowered, and…and…"

"Potter?" He had never seen Harry like that.

"I was raped by them. Happy now?!" Harry looked away, fearing the disgust or laughter on Draco's face.

Harry felt a hand on his shoulder as it lightly squeezed. "I'm sorry I pushed you, Potter. You could have told me to shut up. It was six on one. Not much you could have done. Trust me, Potter, you did everything you could."

"No, Drake, that's where you are wrong." Said a voice from the doorway of the infirmary. "He froze. A stiff. We had fun making him squirm. He held back his delicious screams of pain for nearly ten minutes. We just had to beat him harder to hear the beautiful screams."

Draco gave Pansy a furious glare. He was about to curse her to oblivion but stopped as the floor began to shake. And grumble.

The blonds head snapped around to look at Harry, who was grasping his head tightly. Harry seemed to be losing a battle against himself.

A look of uncontrolled terror crossed Harry's face and Draco knew that if Harry didn't take control, Pansy would be in very deep shit. Pansy, as her dumb blond self would, continued blathering on about how Harry was so weak, unaware of the pain that awaited her.

"…Famous Potter…Weakling…Now a monster…A fag…" Was all Harry heard as his wandless magic fed on his anger and insecurity.

Sheer terror was implanted on Harrys face as he tried to gain control over the maic. Draco saw the terror and determination on Harry's face.

With his own bout of determination flaring up, Draco sat on Harry's bed, grabbed the already shaking boys shouldersm, and looked steadily into Harry's face, in his eyes.

"Potter, look at me!" Harry's normally bright emerald eyes were dull and unresponsive: he was losing against the magic. "Potter, please, look at me." Draco was begging.

Harry's dull eyes flickered to Draco's face. "I…I cant…Its too…powerful…" His eyes fell to the floor as Pansy continued to ramble about Harry.

"Potter…Harry." That simple name sent shivers down both boys spines. "Harry, just look at me." A little shake of Harry's shoulders. "Watch me. I'll help you. Just watch me. Don't look at her. Just watch me. Just me. Only me. Hear my voice, see my eyes. Ignore her."

Draco's hand was cupping Harry's cheek, lightly forcing him to look Draco in the eye. He ran his thumb slowly, tenderly, across Harry's cheek.

Harry's dull, cloudy, unresponsive eyes looked into Draco's bright worried pleading silver orbs, knowing Draco was hoping he could win against his magic.

"It…" He gasped as waves of pain flooded his body for fighting. "Agh." He began grinding his teeth. "It hurts." His eyes now, never left Draco's.

"Your okay. Just watch me. Ill help you through this." His thumb kept lightly caressing Harry's cheek. "I promise Ill help. Promise."

Another wave of agony passed through Harry. He winced and leaned heavily back to lean against the headboard.

"Po…Harry, you need to calm down. Please, just calm down. Think about laying around the black lake watching the squid."

Harry's tenseness seemed to leave his body, before…

"BLOODY FAG!" Pansy called as she stomped out of the infirmary.

Draco scooted more onto the bed and pulled Harry forcibly to his chest. Harry was leaning weakly on Draco, completely drained, as the air became stifling and heavy.

With his right hand, Draco ran his fingers through Harrys hair and his left was wrapped around the ravens waist. He was cradling Harry's body in his lap to try to calm him.

"Its okay, Harry." He spoke calmly in Harry's ear and pulled him more fully into his lap, holding tightly to Harry's waist. "Stay calm, Harry. It's going to be okay. Stay with me."

Harry was curled up in Draco's lap and Draco slowly scooted the both of them around until his own back was against the headboard. He smiled lightly when the air became slightly less stifling.

"Stay calm. Its okay. Im here. It'll be fine. Im here to help. Trust me, please?"

"It still hurts, Draco." Harry let the name slip without knowing, but it sent shivers down Draco's spine. "Feels like fire in my veins, still."

"Im sorry I cant make it less painful. I wish so much to make it better." Fingers weaved, self-loathin, through Harrys soft raven locks absently. "I really am sorry, Harry."

Harry leaned more against Draco's warm and tonned chest, trying to calm himself down to stop the power that had wrested control from him. He stifled a groan of pain as he began to fight back back against the out-of-control magic.

"Why me? I never asked to be famous. I just want to be human, experience life normally."

"Keep trying to stay calm. It'll be over soon. I promise, Harry. You just need to trust me." Draco said, skipping the topic.

"I…I don't know." Harry shifted nervously. "Do you?"

"Do I what? Trust you?"

"Yes." Harry said as the air grew even less stifling but was still heavy feeling, like it was extremely muggy and hard breathe.

"Although I didn't like you, I trusted you and still trust you with my life. I have always trusted you, Harry. Do you, now, trust me?" His fingers were still weaving through Harry's hair in soft comforting motions.

"If…bu…" Harrys confusion was making his magic lance out and the ceiling began to shake and crack under the onslaught.

The cracks grew and chips of the plaster began to fall. A deep grumble came from the ceiling as the cracks began to get deeper, wider and longer

Draco grabbed Harry, one arm around Harry's upper back, the other under his legs and stood up, pulling Harry away from the bed. Less than a minutes later a large chunk of plaster from the ceiling gave away and fell.

The chunk crashed down on the bed, collapsing the bed with its weight and erupted in a cloud of dust and ceiling particles. Draco covered Harry's head and body protectively, turning his own back towards the collapse.

When the dust finally settle, Madam Pomphrey bustled into the room and turned pale. "What happened?"

Draco nodded to Harry, who's hand was tightly clinging to Draco's shirt, and mouthed the words 'his wandless magic'. Pomohrey understood and forced him to put Harry on a bed a good ten feet from the collapse.

"Harry, please, let Pomphrey heal you."

Harry nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." Pomphrey said huffily.

She walked slowly up to Harry's side, this time not pushed back, and pulled her wand out slowly. Harry almost had his wandless magic get away from him but Draco grabbed his hand and squeezed it lightly.

When Draco looked up to nod at Pomphrey, he felt Harry shift his hand around. Harry trembled lightly as Pomphrey aimed her wand at him.

Draco looked down and saw that Harry had twined their fingers together. He had a fleeting smile cross his face before he squeezed Harry's hand lightly to remind him that indeed he, Draco, was still there to help him.

Harry clutched Draco's hand like a lifeline in his nervousness. His wild magic was still trying to force its way out and cause havoc on the woman pointing the wand at him.

Half an hour of havoc wrecked nerves and thought dulling pain passed before Pomphrey aimed for Harry's face. Harry shied away from her and moved closer to where he knew the now friendly and protective Draco was standing.

"Mr. Potter, stay still so I may heal you."

"I'm sorry Madam Pomphrey, but if you point your wand at my face again you'll be in grave danger. It'd taken a lot to hold back this long. Don't push me." Harry's eyes flashed dangerously.

"Have it your way, Mr. Potter. Your right cheek bone is still broken, mind you." With that she huffed off.

"Harry?" Draco asked.

"It's hard to stay calm, with her pointing her wand at me made memories of last night flash across my vision." He leaned his head back against the headboard with his eyes closed.

Draco understood and knew it would be hard on Harry this Christmas. "Come on, Harry." He stuck a hand out. "Whether or not you were excused from classes, I don't think you should go. For tonight, at least, you're going to stay with me in my room since I'm a prefect and have it to myself." Harry looked confused. "Precaution. Someone might try something."

Draco's hand was still out, waiting for Harry's reply. With a slightly repressed sigh, Draco started to put his hand down.

Harry's hand practically shot out and grasped Draco's own. His grip on the blonds was tight and he was holding on like Draco would fly away if he let go.

"I think that would be nice. I know some kind of attempt will be made against me before the train leaves tomorrow. Thanks."

Draco gave a real smile. "Not a problem. You missed lunch, so I'll get you something, alright?"

"Just don't be gone too long. I don't want to…you know…be alone." Harry finished lamely.

Draco smiled, knowing Harry feared being alone because of the night before. He knew being alone ay that time might make Harry get worse.

With a squeeze of Harry's hand, Draco smiled lightly at the raven-haired boy. "I promise Ill be quick. Try to stay out of trouble, kay?"

Harry nodded. "As to your question earlier…I do trust you, Draco. I just feared having trust in you."

"Its okay." Draco gave Harrys hand one last squeeze before leaving.

Neither knew it but after Draco stepped out of the infirmary, bothbrought their tingling warm held hand up to look curiously at it. The tingling in the two's hands continued as they stared confused.

"Weird." Harry said, while Draco said: "The hell?"

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