AN: These chapters are really coming fast… wow… stupid editing thing, it makes all the commas, periods, and question marks disappear… can't believe I said Blaine instead of Blaise… heh… changed it though

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other related things

Chapter One

Harry awoke with a start his breath hitching in his throat. His hand shot to the nightstand and grabbed his glasses. Putting them on he ran a hand through his jet black hair and tried to calm his beating heart.

Voldemort had sent him a dream.

But it wasn't the regular dream, it was somewhat… weirder.

In it he had been in the Great Hall, by himself, when a hissing voice called out to him in Parsletongue beckoning him forward. He had gone up the stairway before reaching an odd painting… that was open on its hinges. Stepping in he found himself in a common room decorated in green and silver. Following the voice up the stairs and into the fifth year boy's dormitory he went in, and what he saw made his eyes widen and his heart and breath stop before coming out faster.

The room was trashed, boxes, trunks, caldron were scattered everywhere. Books with their pages ripped out littered the floor. All the beds save one were fine. That one, that was right in front of him, had the curtains torn but not to the extent that Harry could see in. He went over to that bed slowly, not even sure what his feet were doing. A shaking pale hand reached out and pulled back the curtains sharply. What he saw made Harry's heart stop.

It was Draco, his eyes closed and his face set peacefully. But that wasn't the worst part. There was a gash, about two inches deep in his stomach scarring his creamy skin with the red that oozed forth. The weirdest part of all was that Draco was laying naked on top of the sheets. And, he had the body of a female.

Then Voldemort's laugh rose up to the point it was deafening.

Harry shook his head at the weirdness and immediately regretted it as the scar on his forehead started to burn. The searing pain lessened just a bit and Harry took advantage of that time to walk slowly to the bathroom. Each step he took caused the pounding in his head and the burning on his forehead to intensify. Eventually it became so much that he was panting gripping the sink in front of him with white knuckles. Gazing at his reflection he could almost see Voldemort's mark glowing a bright red on his pale clammy skin. Waiting for the pain to go down his stomach did a flip and a green started to spread over his cheeks as he sprinted towards the stalls. A few seconds of retching and Harry came back to the mirror even paler with his knees shaking as if they were maracas.

'I… look like crap' He informed himself as he saw the shadows under his eyes. 'Might as well see Pomfrey, at least I'd be getting out of class…'

He groaned as his stomach gurgled and that tightening feeling started in the back of his throat again.

Ten minutes and a completely empty stomach later he headed out of the Griffindor Common room and trudged down the halls to the infirmary.

"Ma'am" he asked hoarasly and the matron took one look at him and raised her eyebrows.

"AGAIN Potter" she asked sternly leading him to a bed. "I was hoping I wouldn't see you for a while, but three weeks into the term and here you are, again" she made a 'tsk' sound and set a bucket on his bed before rushing out to see if she had any potions for him. Or, at least that was what he thought as he heard the tinking of glass.

Glancing around he noticed that the infirmary was almost completely empty, save on bed. One bed where he could only see the blond hair sticking up over the covers.

It just had to be that brainless git, that over cocky, platinum blonde, know-it-all, piece of crap. He just had to be stuck in the same room with that idiot for only lord knew how long.

"POTTER" he jumped and noticed that Pomfrey was wearing an annoyed expression as she waved her hand in front of his face. "Here, take this" she shoved a bottle and a glass into his hands and stepped back hands on hips watching as he choked the stuff down.

"I would say, that you stay here for about two to three days" she suddenly wore a soft expression that hinted worry. "You look awful dear" she whispered before striding over to Malfoy's bed and drawing the curtains.

Harry law back against the pillows watching as he saw Pomfrey's outline glide along the bed. A few minutes later she came out with a shocked/worried expression on her face and strode towards the door.

"Potter" she said pausing and glancing back at the raven haired boy. "If Malfoy wakes up, do try to help him and don't poke fun" with that said she stepped out of the door and closed it behind her.

Harry turned towards Malfoy's bed and couldn't help a wave of concern wash over him as he watched the rise and fall of the boys chest as the pale face gazed upwards eyes closed.

PMPMPMPMPMPM

Oh god it hurt. It hurt like hell. Like thousand's of knives being pushed in and out of his skin slowly. But that wasn't all.

The expanding and contracting of his skin was what got him.

Maybe that old git of a Head Master was right… maybe something was happening to him.

But as much as he hated it, he couldn't open his eyes. Even moving his fingers just the slightest bit was too much.

Then the cold came.

It wasn't really cold, more like, sudden bursts of cold pressing at his, chest? And then there was a warm part of the coldness. It was almost like… hands.

Then they left, as abruptly as they came the hands left him.

And if he didn't open his eyes he would f-cking die of insanity. He needed to know what was happening to him.

So he wrenched open his eyes to stare at the ceiling.

He groaned and turned his head and blinked as his gray eyes stared at startles, and worried, green ones.

"Potter" he managed to say his voice coming out higher than he wanted.

"Hey" the boy said in an almost quieter voice. "So, what're you in here for"

"Parkinson exploded a stupid potion" he said staring up at the ceiling again slowly clenching and flexing his hands, testing how much the pain effected him.

Right at the moment it was focused on two points… neither of which he wanted to describe.

Groaning he pushed himself up so he was leaning up against the pillows and headboard as Harry was.

Hearing a sharp intake of breath he shifted his gaze to the wide eyed boy about three beds down on the other side.

"What" he then noticed where Harry was staring and shifted his gaze down at his chest and froze.

A strangled sob escaped his lips as his eyes widened.

Uh, yeah, hope it was a little better than the first chapter! I think that later on this will go up in rating… maybe, maybe not… I think not at the moment though… please don't be to harsh! My first attempt at a slash and a Harry Potter fic!