a/n: so I just gotta get this posted before Thanksgiving, which is tomorrow. Anyway, I don't know if anyone actually read my preview for my new story or if there are any good beta readers out there. I need someone to proofread a story for me…having to do with angels. Enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

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"It's Harry, he's here, as are Ron and your parents," Pansy voiced out.

"My parents…and Harry? They're all really here?" Draco barely managed to utter out. Pansy gave a quick nod and Ginny a pleading look. "Your brother is here with Harry because they're worried for your safety. Blaise, he's preventing the two from barging in along with Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy," Pansy added, "your parents, Draco, aren't allowed in the hospital room with you, they say that they're not trusted."

With the news of Harry and his parents, Draco's stomach began to flip and he'd found himself in a series of tremors. Worry erupted inside of him a lava flows from an old dormant volcano. But it wasn't just worry that had been expelled; it was also tears that had been shed.

"Draco!" the two girls exclaimed as he buried his head in his hands and began to mourn. As they neared him, they could make out his muffled words of pure regret and despair.

"Why me? I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this, I don't want this…" Draco repeatedly stated to no one in particular. As the two watch, each felt their own heart drop with immense weight and pain.

No hug, rub or words could help Draco now. So they stepped back and allowed him to weep in agony.

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Harry stared at the two Malfoy's as they leaned against the wall. Narcissa's eyes were staring blankly ahead, and Lucius's head rested on his shoulder, his hand weakly grasping his cane. Harry hadn't realized how thin Mr. Malfoy had gotten since he'd last seen him. His hair had grown longer as well, but it was thin and white. He himself had gotten a tad bit paler, was a tad bit even the correct word?

He was almost white, and from what Harry had seen of his eyes when they were open, they were the dullest blue ever, almost gray. His gaze now haunted Harry more than ever. Harry could hardly see the rise and fall of his chest though the dark clothing that loosely clung to his form. The only indicator of him being a live was his finger tapping continuously on the tip of his cane.

Narcissa was perfect on the outside, though she'd become a bit paler, but her eyes told all. They were a gateway to her broken soul, a window that's curtains had withered over ages of pain and suffering.

Only the right kind of time would allow them to heal.

As for her clothing, she was wearing a long sleeved dark green silk gown. Her one arm was dangling freely next to her waist, and her other was entangled in her husband's doll like hair. It seemed the two paid very little attention to Harry and Ron.

Blaise, on the other hand, threw them scowl whenever they'd turn their gazes towards him. Harry was dying to ask Blaise what ailment had befallen his poor Draco, but then Blaise would know that Harry was still in love with him. He didn't want anyone to know that fact.

But the suspense was killing him, eating him up from the inside along with the guilt. He'd remembered the day he'd left Draco, the day he'd told him that Draco was only bringing him down and they'd both survive better going their separate ways.

He'd remembered Draco having to tell him something, something apparently very important, but he never let him tell. Maybe that's what was keeping them in the hospital at the moment, maybe Draco had contracted the same incurable disease that his father had gotten. If so, Harry would've felt like a complete ass. "Hehe," Harry inwardly chuckled, "at least it's not like he's…pregnant."

Harry was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a distant tapping from the bottom of somebody's shoes. He'd also seen both Malfoy's suddenly come back to life at the sound of this. The two edged off the wall; Narcissa's eyes open widely as she leaned in to look down the hallway, and Lucius leaning right on top of her, his hand shakily grabbing his cane.

Harry inwardly laughed at the image of the two he was receiving. Even when going through immense pain, the strongest pain there could possibly be, they'd always perk up for their only child.

Blaise hands were grasping his knees, and his knuckles were paling. Ron and Harry seemed to catch this and exchanged confused glances. Was there something that was being kept from everyone else? Not even the two older Malfoy's seemed as anxious as Blaise. Blaise even appeared to be shaking at the sight of the figure that approached them.

As Harry veered in, he'd concluded it to be the doctor. If his trailing white jacket didn't say it, then his rounded glasses, red curly hair and sharp green eyes should've said it. His pale and flawless skin could have been a result of studying all of his life, him rarely leaving the house. He looked well-dressed too; his beige shirt, black tie and black pants complimented this man as well. He almost had an intimidating yet bubbly look to him, like he'd laugh at the slightest thing.

This man was sure to be unpredictable.

If his strange presence hadn't said it, then it had to be the way he'd greeted Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. He'd mistaken them for brother and sister, the aunt and uncle of the boy inside, and unknowingly asking for the boy's parents, when infact, they'd been standing there the whole time.

It appeared that the two were in no way aware that they'd even looked remotely close to related, they'd both thought that the only thing shared was pale skin and blond hair, but they did look related. Harry had questioned Draco about that when they were still together, and Draco had replied that his mother was a Black and his father was indeed a Malfoy.

With a quick apology, the man finally asked to two the appropriate questions and told them that he'd tell them when they'd be able to come in. A wave of relief swept over the two at the sound of them seeing their son.

Blaise seemed to tense as the doctor progressed towards the door. Ron and Harry tried their best to peer into the room as the door slightly opened allowing the doctor inside, but the two were only greeted by the darkness.

The Malfoy's seemed anxious to await the doctor's return, but reverted back to their calm state and leaned against the wall just as they'd done before. Mr. Malfoy ,though, seemed to be gripping the arm that was holding his cane. He was gripping it rather tightly. Harry would have paid no mind to this, but he did. This was because the arm he was gripping was the one that the dark mark had been burned on.

Rumors had spread quickly around Hogwarts, saying that the Dark Mark was not just a mark, but a slow killing poison that destroyed the body of those who'd inherited the mark. It was said to cause great pain and anguish as well.

Then Harry realized something. Didn't Draco receive the Dark Mark?

More guilt began to accumulate inside of Harry. Why had he let his "friends" tell him that Draco wasn't good enough for him? Why had he left Draco, and was Draco being poisoned by the mark forced on him by the Dark Lord?

Suddenly, the loud click indicating that the door had been shut jerked Harry out of his tragic thoughts. He buried his hands on his hair and sighed. "Don't worry Potter, your girlfriend will be fine," Blaise spoke reassuringly, the Slytherin pride absent in his tone, "It's Draco we should be worried about."

Blaise's last remark terrified Harry more than anything he'd heard, even more then the new of the Dark Lord. What exactly was wrong with Draco?

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See, Harry cares…he just doesn't know how to show it. I'm sure some of you have split with someone you love and want them back but you don't know how they'll react. Oh, yeah, and if anyones available for helping me plan a story, then p.m me please. I need some help with a story. Also, if you read the preview of my previous chapter, meaning you'd have to read the author's note, I have some changes to that story so don't stick with that plot.

Anyway, happy Thanksgiving to those who celebrate it, and if you don't, Happy Thursday! Have a nice week and God bless!