A/N: This is the fourth chapter; I had some of it written out before I finished the third. The opening is what I first thought of for Chapter 3, but as you can guess I switched it, mainly because of plot arrangement. But I hope you enjoy it all the same. Plot bunnies ahoy!

BTW. I did a try out writing a smut one-shot and that got double the reviews then this one did for the whole fic. If I add in smut would that make this more popular? Would anyone care if I do to see anyway? If you can't read M then I won't add them, but please say so.

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--Flashback--

"Father please don't make me!"

"Stop it Draco! It would be an honour, you're lucky that the Dark Lord things to highly of you."

"I don't want to go anywhere near him father."

"Don't be so insolent! You will go willingly or I will drag you there!"

"Mother please!"

"Lucius I think we shouldn't force him into it."

"SHUT UP!"

"FATHER!"

"Listen here boy! You will not disgrace us in any way shape or form. You will let the Dark Lord do what he wishes to you or you will get it a thousand times worse then she just did. Do you understand me?"

Draco nodded numbly, his gaze focused on his mother bleeding on the floor. He wanted to reach out and help his mother but didn't, for fear of invoking his fathers wrath. Lucius grabbed his sons arm tightly and pulled the reluctant teen from the room. Once in the reception room of the manor they portkeyed away.

The gathering in the grand hall was hostile to say the least. Men in dark robes gathered around in a circle as Draco was presented to the 'dark lord'. He looked on in contempt at his father. When Voldemort stepped forth to examine the blonde, Draco had to refrain from gagging at the putrid smell that radiated off of the man. A hand was placed under his chin making him look up into the pale face. "I hear you are quite apt at healing charms, is that correct?"

"Yes my lord." Draco gritted out.

Red eyes shone down at the teen. "Good." He smirked. He raised his head and yelled at his subordinates to leave them alone, once the last had left Voldemort walked up to his high back chair. "As I am sure you guessed I am steadily . . . how shall I put this . . . decaying." Draco looked at him in astonishment. "My body is unstable at the moment. So I am in need of some form of healing." He looked on expectantly.

Once Draco realised he was meant to speak he didn't know what to say. "I . . . don't know any spell that can fix your problem my lord."

"That is why I am going to help you." Voldemort smirked. "Come here!"

Draco walked in what he hoped was a calm manner to stand before Voldemort. A sickly pale hand raised itself and was placed onto Draco's forehead. A searing pain overtook his whole body; he felt magically waves pulsing in the air. He saw gold threads before his eyes, they swayed and glowed, after a moment they shot out to him and he could feel his body ceasing up as they wrapped around him. Melting into his body they integrated with his body and magic. Then the world turned black, though from the sudden magical intake or from pain was anyone's guess.

When Draco awoke next he found himself in an unfamiliar bed. All around him was greens of many shades. The bedcover was green, the walls were green, the lampshades were green and the door was green, and even though Draco couldn't see the carpet he was pretty sure that was green too. As if the massive amount of the colour wasn't enough all of them were different shades which although similar clashed horribly. Taking a deep breath he sat up, as he did so every muscle protested. Deep inside he could feel an odd presence, something that was calling out to him. Closing his eyes he reached out towards it, immediately it answered wrapping around his senses.

The door opening interrupted his quest. He looked up to find Voldemort watching him. "My lord?" He questioned, trying to suppress a shudder.

"I have given you the power to cure me. I expect you to use it." A grating voice replied.

"I am unaware how to." Draco countered.

"You will once you try to use it." Voldemort stepped forward and grabbed the teen's hand placing it on his own forehead. "Now just use it!"

Draco desperately searched for the thread of magic. He found it and closed his eyes. Focusing on the flesh connection to the older man he spun the thread through to his hand. Upon contact with the other person he found that he could see many lights of different colours before his eyes, they formed a large shape which Draco found was the outline of a human body. There was a large dark red area around the where the lunges would be. He instinctively knew that was a problem area of the body. Pushing into that part he managed to get a close up of it, using his thread he wrapped them around the red dots, once down they pulsed and he could seep healing magic into them. Pulling away from a dot it turned to a calming blue. He did all of the lung dots. Upon surveying the whole body again, he found red in the brain, heart, left leg and right hand. Not wanting to overdo it on his first try he got rid of all the brain dots and half of the heart ones. He retreated his magic and thread from the other and withdrew them into himself. He wrenched his hand away and collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion.

Looking up at Voldemort he found a stratified smirk on his face. "Very well done young Dragon." He said smugly. He then gained a look in his red eyes that scared Draco, it was one of lust. "Now you will continue doing as I say, do not try to fight back or you will very much regret it. And remember this; you cannot use that magic on your own body." He descended towards the boy, who had gained a look of utter horror. "And don't scream."

Draco stayed sitting completely still several hours after Voldemort had left. He had blood running down his sides, hair in disarray and a bruise forming on his left cheek. His mind had gone completely blank from what had just occurred, trying to block out the terrible memories and the pain his body was in. He needed to get out. But he couldn't. It was impossible.

Blinking he looked at the terrible green room again. Only one door. Door guarded. No windows. No escape. No hope. No rescue. No help. No family. No friends. All alone. He hated being alone.

No escape.

He sighed and closed his eyes. He had to continue doing that. He had to keep being used. Otherwise he would die. He didn't want to die. He was afraid of death. Death meant darkness. Darkness meant solitude. He could live with what he had become if he could block his mind. He just couldn't be alone. Not entirely.

No one.

No escape.

Harry Potter was a prisoner. Draco rushed from room to room trying to pick up any information about where the boy could be. It had been three weeks since he arrived. Three long, terrible weeks. He had finally cured Voldemort's body completely but the ones from the beginning of the process started to return so he had to try and make it work for longer. He lost count of how many after healing sessions he had to endure, mainly because it wasn't only restricted to after the healing anymore. But with Potter around he might be able to escape. Might.

Once he had gathered enough information, that Potter was held in the cellar he had to formulate a plan. He found that they were going to starve the boy and mentally torture him. Alone. That was what they were going to force upon him, solitude. A great wave of apathy flooded him. He will save Potter even if he himself wasn't saved in the process. He didn't want anyone else to be alone, and he didn't want anyone to have to go through what has happened to him. Even Potter.

Voldemort was out causing mayhem when Draco first went down to dungeons to see Potter but even so he had to leave the boy encase he returned. After the first time he started talking to the boy. He didn't feel so isolated when they were together, it helped him forget and to move on. He felt himself drawn towards the other, friendship between them growing after every visit. Then he had to stay away for three days because of his duties.

Then Harry Potter was rescued.

"RUN HARRY!" Draco yelled out, casting another spell at a Deatheater. He swiftly knocked out two more. Harry watched as he ran backwards, being guided by Remus, who had a tight grip on his arm. His eyes widened as he saw a spell aimed at Draco's back, the blonde fell down onto one knee as he screamed in pain.

"NO!" Harry tried to move towards the other but was pulled back.

Two order members continued fighting, ignoring the blond as they aided Harry's escape. Remus finally got Harry out of the building and Harry swore as the image of the fight vanished as he was dragged back to the Noble House of Black.

Good. Draco thought as he watched Harry leave. At least he managed to escape. A curse hit him in the chest and he collapsed onto the floor.

All alone.

---------- Flashback end ----------

"MOVE POTTER!"

"Please stop yelling at me for about ten seconds!"

"…. YOU HAVENT MOVED!"

"What did I just say?"

"It was ten seconds."

"A longer ten seconds then."

"Ah, but that wouldn't be ten seconds would it? Honestly Potter I have no idea how you ever managed to pass your OWL's."

"Draco, love, I have a request for you."

"What would that Harry, dear?

"SHUT UP!"

Draco moodily crossed his legs as he watched his irate boyfriend move a chest of draws from one side of the door to the other, effectively blocking passage out of their room. "I don't see why this is taking you so long." Draco mused.

"Because I am not Superman."

"What's a Superman?" The blonde tilted his head to the side watching Harry critically.

"Never mind." Harry huffed. "You know you could always help me?"

"That isn't necessary Harry, thanks for the invitation though."

"After all," Harry continued, "I am doing this for your pet, by your request. So I am doing this for you, because I love you. And the least you could do is help me."

Draco just smiled innocently. "And it is a nice thing your doing Harry, I appreciate it."

It had been a week and Neige was too big for a draw now, so Draco had decided that the corner of the room, near the door, would be a good place for a make-shift nest. However at that time there was a set of drawers in the way. So he therefore decided that they had to be moved, and as they held important personal items which would be ruined by a charm being placed anywhere near them they would have to be moved manually. This being said Draco got the strongest man he was able to manipulate do it for him. Harry.

"I had bloody well get a good reward for doing this." He muttered angrily.

Draco laughed at that. "Being in my presence is reward enough."

Harry looked over at him doubtfully. "You really think a lot of yourself don't you?" Harry grunted out as he pushed the set of drawers about an inch.

"Fine!" Draco through his arms up in defeat. "What would you like as a reward?"

Pushing harder Harry frowned. "Well to start of with you being quiet until I am finished with this. And second I want a bloody good shag tonight, which means you being a willing and agreeable submissive," Draco stuck is tongue out at him behind his back, "and doing that thing that you keep saying no to." This time a raised middle finger, "Thirdly I want you to be nice to Ron and Hermione, for a week."

"I have been nice!"

"First one please Draco. Lets discus this after I have finished moving the heavy object."

Reluctantly Draco sat there glaring at Harry until he had finished moving the draws. This took about fifteen more minutes. When Harry finally finished his leaned heavily against it closing his eyes, as Draco eyed its placement critically. Opening an eye Harry watched as his boyfriend frowned and sighed, opening his mouth to no doubt complain.

"If you say a single bad thing about where it is I swear you will regret it." Harry gritted out. "Now just put the damn nest in the corner."

Draco stood up huffing under his breath; he leaned over to pick up the nest made out of twigs found in the garden, scraps of cloth and old worn clothes, all charmed together by Draco and approved of by Neige. He carefully laid a mat on the wood then placed the nest lovingly on top of it, making sure not to wreck it.

Harry smiled as he saw the care that Draco put into setting everything just right for Neige. "You will make a great parent one day." He commented softly.

The other turned his head to face Harry and smiled up at him, love shining in his eyes. "Only if it's yours."

"Maybe." Harry looked out of the window opposite him. "One day, maybe."

Draco's smile faltered, he looked back to the nest and started fixing it up a little. He hadn't meant to say anything like that, he knew he would have to leave Harry and didn't want to plant false hope into either one of their minds. "You would be a good father too." He said casually. "Any child would be lucky to have you."

Harry walked over to the crouched blonde, wrapping his arms around the other neck. "You sound sad." He mentioned. "Something wrong?"

"No." He slowly got up and turned in his lovers arms, who moved said arms to his waist, he wrapped his around the others neck. "I was just thinking. That a crime now?"

"Only for hot blondes." Harry smirked. "After all they are meant to be dim and easily led." He squeezed the boy to him. "Are you like that?"

Tipping his head to the side Draco smiled. "I'm not sure. Tell me Mr. Potter am I easily led?"

Harry leaned down to draw Draco into a kiss, "Let's see."

A yell from downstairs interrupted their banter. Both turned to the door as it was slammed open by a redhead, who took one look at their position and looked away. "There is an intruder outside the house, it has managed to get past the wards and is trying to spell entry inside."

They broke apart and ran downstairs with Ron, as they entered the living room they saw a big magic screen showing the outside perimeter of the building. As Ron had said a black hooded figure was prowling through the garden.

Neige trotted over to Draco, who leaned over and allowed the dragon to fly into his waiting arms. Remus turned to the new arrivals and eyed Draco. "Are you able to detect the magic levels of the intruder and any magical items on his personage?" He asked hopefully.

Reluctantly nodding the blonde sat himself on the sofa and closed his eyes, still cradling Neige in his arms for reassurance. He carefully found strings of his magic and let them flow out of his body, probing the air they traversed the room, detecting all the magic around them. Slowly he pushed the thread of magic onwards, through the walls of the room and outside into the garden. Once there he felt a red glowing presence, seeing it with his eyes. Urging forward he found a soft magic pulse radiating from the figure, not very strong, the thread went up to the man and wrapped around him, a picture of the man's spiritual body form in Draco's vision. Nodding to himself he retracted the thread and withdrew it back into his body. Blinking twice before he could focus on the room again Draco returned to himself. He found Harry kneeling in front of him and smiled softly, "Hey." He said faintly, making Harry smile in relief, as Harry wasn't aware of what exactly his magic entailed he was always worried about Draco using it. "The intruder isn't very strong," Draco addressed the whole room. "He had his wand and a Portkey station on him. My guess is that as soon as he has verified that we are here he would activate the Portkey and a dozen more Deatheaters will be transported here. However he is weak enough to be knocked out and then the Portkey taken away before he summons them, if we're careful not to let him notice us before we knock him out that is."

Remus nodded then left the room. About two minutes later they saw him appear on the screen behind the intruder. Who didn't suspect a thing before a red light hit him effectively rendering him unconscious. Remus then swung him over his shoulder and walked back to the house without batting an eyelash. Once in the living room Remus dumped him on the floor and ransacked him, he found the wand and a small key, and unmasking him, though no one recognised him. Standing up once more Remus took the wand then used his own to destroy the Portkey. "Shall we question him?" He asked, looking around the room to see several nods, except that of Draco's who was staring at a wall very intently. Harry was currently sitting on the sofa next to the blond and was cradling him in his arms.

Pointing his wand at the man once again he muttered enervate to awaken the man. Upon regaining consciousness the man turned his head from side to side with a scared look on his face. Sirius knelt next to him, a menacing look in his eyes, "Why are you here?"

Sweating profoundly the man backed away. "T-t-to find the Harry Potter's hiding place and summon Deatheaters to it."

"What were they supposed to do once here?"

"I-I . . ." The man looked around frantically; he spotted the blonde on the sofa and pointed at him. "The Dark Lord wanted him back."

Everyone turned to Draco who was still just staring ahead. Without any warning Draco fell forward and lost consciousness.

"DRACO!"

A/N: OMG! That took me way to long to write, I already had most of it written but the end just wouldn't come to me, which is mainly why it sucks. Though I do have an excuse as to why I didn't have long to work on it, here is the list, school work – Drama exam, two IT exam's, IT and Drama coursework (still doing), two psychology essays, Drama practical (learning lines for it). I hope you understand.

Ok, so for the question at the top, yes or no for smex??

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