A/N: First of all I would like to thank everyone who has read and reviewed so far! I love you all! Secondly I'd like to apologise because I managed to post the un-betaed version of the story! What a legend, eh? My excuse is that I was not on my own computer and I was in a hurry. Hence you had to put up with reading about oats instead of oaths! ;) (I blame that particular error on my Irish accent, we don't pronounce the th it's just a t!)

Also thank you for everyone that was concerned for my health. It wasn't actually me that went to hospital though. I was referring to my laptop. It had been crashing and acting up a bit too much so I sent it for repairs (i.e. computer hospital). I've got it back (later than expected) but unfortunately it still isn't back to the way it should be. It's taken me about 3 hours today before I could get into Windows because it kept having to install updates and even now it's messing with my head by doing all sorts of crazy things it shouldn't... :(

In any case, I've gone back and corrected the previous two chapters and am giving you a new one, sorry it's so short. If my laptop allows I will post a new chapter in two days or so. Keep your fingers crossed!

Now to comments to the actual story, someone asked why Draco bothered to make the oath seeing as he's hurting Harry already. The oath he made was about not harming or injuring him. He is causing pain and hurting Harry but he's not actually harming him nor is he doing any lasting damage. Hence the oath protects Harry from actual harm but not pain. I hope that makes sense?

I'll stop now and let you read. Enjoy!

*** Chapter 2

Early Monday morning Harry was woken roughly and sent on his way back to his dorm. The trek up the stairs was a difficult one. His body was sore and bruised from Malfoy's punishments. He'd been healed only to be punished again, then he was healed before the next punishment in a seemingly endless circle of pain. Again, Malfoy had healed the worst of it before kicking him out that morning. But he was still achy and parts of him where particularly sore, his bum first and foremost.

Malfoy had been good enough to give him a potion to use when he showered, apparently it would ease the rest of his aches and pains. He wasn't certain he really trusted Malfoy but he also knew he couldn't stay as he was. Sitting down for classes would be excruciating. He would have to risk using the potion and pray Malfoy wasn't tricking him.

It was so early that Gryffindor tower was entirely silent. Even early risers were still fast asleep. Harry was glad as it meant he'd escape the questions a while longer. And hopefully he would get to shower in peace to soothe his abused body.

He was lucky for once and was fully dressed and awake before anybody else even woke up. Waiting in the common room he reflected over the weekend.

Malfoy had been brutal and unrelenting first and foremost. Any perceived transgressions were punished. Some more severely, some less so. He'd judged Harry on how he stood, how he sat, how he walked, how he talked.

They'd gone over manners for eating, for polite chit-chat, for more intense or serious discussion and even things like simple etiquette for greetings.

If they had had more time, Harry was sure he would have been trained on everything a pure blood learned growing up. Draco had promised they would meet again soon. Harry had no doubt he meant it and suspected more training on his behaviour.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by a screech of his name and a mop of brown hair being pushed in his face, while two arms wrapped tightly around him.

"We were getting worried," Hermione said after she'd pulled away. Smoothing her robes down in hope of appearing composed.

"Sorry," Harry just managed.

"Did you spend the whole weekend with Malfoy?"

Harry nodded.

"And how did it go?"

Harry sighed and turned his head away. "Hardly my fondest memories."

"But did you learn something?"

"Plenty," Harry said dryly.

"Well that's great news!" Hermione beamed.

"Mate, you look wrecked." Ron commented, ignoring Hermione's excitement.

"Yeah, I am," Harry smiled wryly at Ron.

"Was he a real bastard?"

Harry's smile turned even more wry but he didn't answer.

"You can tell us all about it over breakfast, Harry. I can't wait to hear what you learned."

"Hermione, I'd actually rather not talk about the weekend I had."

She looked at him shocked for a moment but recovered eventually and nodded. "Ok, fine. If that's what you want."

Harry nodded and they set off to the Great Hall in an awkward silence until Ron started talking about Quidditch.