A/N: Look! Just like I promised! Another chapter in less then a month. Amazing I know. I can promise one other thing, hand over my heart, that this story will get less angsty. Hah eventually. I want to thank all my lovely reviewers. It makes work as an author so much more fun. It makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside. So the more you review the faster I type. Haha! I'm trying to get it to 100 reviews before the next chapter. That is only fifteen more! You can do it, right?

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE! DON'T READ IF THIS IS A SENSITVIE ISSUE FOR YOU!
"MALFOY?" Harry quickly corrected himself as his voice began to rise. "What are you doing? Where am I? "Harry made to sit up but his head began to spin and he quickly ran out of strength and had to lower himself back down into his pillows. His entire body ached and he had a pounding headache. He groaned quietly and his eyes fell shut again in pain.

"I can explain.." Draco started automatically but suddenly fell silent again.

Harry opened his eyes in annoyance. "Well? What the fuck is going on!" He yelled bitterly. His eyes beautiful eyes became dark and glowed with immense hatred. However, Harry was still having trouble remembering what had happened. It felt easier to direct his anger and shame at Draco. Quick flashes of dark angry eyes and flying fists raced across his mind. Theo. He groaned again, this time for a different reason.

Draco made a series of small noises but didn't form a sentence. Anguish filled every inch of his pale features. He appeared as if he was caught in an internal battle. The look of pain on his enemy's face startled Harry and he felt slightly guilty.

Draco's eyes held that of a dear caught in a headlight. He moved silently to Harry's bedside and placed his hand on Harry's. It was cold and and clammy and quivered as it touched the skin of the back of Harry's hand. Harry looked up into clear silver eyes in surprise.

"Actuall I can't explain. I'm sorry. I have to go." Draco said hurriedly and instantly brought his hand away. He looked down at it as if he hadn't realized what he had done. He shook the offending appendage slightly and turned away. He walked quickly to the door and exited the room leaving Harry alone and very confused.

The sound of the door slamming echoed in the small stone chamber and it made Harry feel empty. He closed his eyes again and tried to make sense of everything that had happened. He had woken up in a strange room that he would bet was the room of requirement. His last memories were of having the living daylights beat out of him by a very livid Theodore. Then finding Draco Malfoy standing over him looking like somebody had shot his puppy. Nothing made sense. His head throbbed painfully and raised his hand to his forehead. His mind driften and he vaguely found himseld wondering what time it was. His inner clock was malfunctioning and he could not tell if it was day or night.

The image of a very distaught Malfoy forced itself back into his mind. Harry did not understand. Why did the blonde look so upset? Why had he been in the room when he had woken up? The blonde had looked like his entire world was falling to pieces around him. It tugged on Harry's heartstrings, but he quickly pushed those thoughts away. The sound of the door opening brought Harry back to reality in a snap. He opened his eyes hoping to see Malfoy walking in but instead saw the form of Blaise Zabini walking slowly towards him. The boys carried a numbe of small viles that contained different colored liquids.

"Ah it appears sleeping beauty is finally awake. How are you feeling?" The curly haired boy asked him before bending slighly to put bottles on a nearby table. At Harry's silence he straightened and looked the Gryffindor in the eyes. "Where's Draco?" He asked abruptly after noticing the blonde's absence.

"He left." Harry said slowly looking perplexed. "Why? What is going on!?" His voice was beginning to rise again and he felt anxious. Things felt so mixed up.

Blaise groaned. "Did Draco tell you anything? Give you any explanation at all?" He asked the smaller boy . He brought his olive colored hand to his forehead and began to rub in a frustrated manner.

"No he did not. I woke up and he was standing over me and then he freaked out and started mumbling... then he just sort of left. Will somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on!"

"Okay! Okay, Harry please try to calm down." Blaise started but seeing the scowl on the brunette's face he paused. "I'm going to explain, but I need you to listen, okay?"

Harry didn't answer he just rolled his eyes and nodded.

"Okay." Blaise said in a falsely cheerful voice.He forced a smile and then continued. "Draco was the one who found you. You were in horrible condition and Draco got really upset. He ran and found me and we came back here to try and help you. I fixed all of your broken bones and most of the cuts and bruises. We're just lucky you didn't have any internal bleeding.It was your fever we were really worried about though. You were burning up man. You kept muttering to your self in broken sentences. But we got it to go down and after that we knew you were going to be okay so I went to take a nap. Healing spells can really drain you. We didn't want to leave you alone though in case you took an unexpected turn so Draco stayed here to look after you until I could come back and do a final check up. However, it looks like you woke up sooner than we expected." Blaise finished positively.

Harry sat with a look of concentration and discontent marring his beautiful face. Blaise stayed silent as he let things sink in, and for that Harry was happy. It appeared that Theo had hurt him more than he had thought. He blushed slightly hoping that neither Blaise nor Malfoy knew how or why he had been injured. That was the last things he needed. He could already hear his enemies taunts. "What a tragic whore! Potter is so pathetic that he lets himself be bought and beaten so he doesn't have to remember."

"Why was Malfoy so worried about me? Why didn't he just leave me to die?" Harry asked quietly not raising his eyes to meet Blaise's.

"Only he can answer that Harry. I would talk to him if I were you." Blaise said comfortingly. "Now can I give you that check up and let you get on your way?"

A small burst of anger flared up inside Harry. Why should he talk to Malfoy? Why was he talking Zabini? The anger was quickly extinguished though. Blaise had obviously saved his life. He couldn't feel any contempt for the boy.

"Okay." He said weakly.

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"Well that went better than expected." Blaise Zabini whispered to himself in the corridor outside the room of requirement. He looked down at his watch, 19:30. Dinner would just be getting over, though he doubted his friend would be very hungry. "Now to find Draco."

Blaise found the blonde haired boy lying curled up on his bed. With the green silk hangings drawn closed. Draco almost never closed them, even at night so Blaise could always tell when Draco was upset when the hanginws were drawn. He used them as a way to block out the rest of the world. As if when he was surrounded by the emerald material nothing else could touch him.

"Draco? Come on Draco let me in." Blaise pleaded softly from behind silk wall. He did not get a response though, just a slight rustle and a small opening in the hangings. "Thank you."

Blaise carefully crawled onto the bed and laid down next to his best friend. The boy did not turn to face him or acknowledge his presence. However, he was not crying like Blaise thought he would be. Instead he was doing something worse. Draco's eyes were staring into space and glossy, almost as if he were dead. They reminded Blaise of a China doll.

Blaise moved his hand slowly and brought it to Draco's shoulder in a comforting gesture. He knew not to push Draco in a time like this. The boy would talk when he was ready.

"You didn't see the way he looked at me." Draco began his voice cracking roughly. "Those eyes.."

"Oh Draco." Blaise said softly as he put his arms around the pale boy and brought him closer. He knew the other boy did not like to be held very often but he did it anyway. To his surprise Draco turned into him and melted in his arms burying his face in Blaise's chest.

"I should have left earlier! Why did he have to wake up? He was never supposed to see me!" Draco mumbled into Blaise's shoulder. "Then I had to go and touch him. I'm so stupid!"

"Hey now! You're not stupid Draco! You really like him." Blaise countered trying to make his friend feel better. "We all do things we normally wouldn't when we like someone!"

"Yeah, and look where that got me. A broken heart and a load of embarrassment. Anyways I made a promise. I'm going to leave him alone now. I'm done with this. It's only hurting us both." Draco's voice cracked again as he finished.

"Draco you can't give up! Some things are worth fighting for." Blaise cried shocked by his friends defeatist attitude. "Besides we still have to get Nott."

At the sound of the boys surname Draco pushed himself out of Blaise's embrace, almost as if someone had flipped a switch. Eyes that had been weepy moments before were now gleaming like molten silver. His body was still quivering but now it was from rage and anticipation. He looked like a cobra waiting to strike.

"Let's get him." He whispered sadistically.

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Like a pair of shadow demons the pair swept through the nearly empty halls with their robes billowing out behind them. They wore identical facial expressions that showed they were in no mood to be messed with. Eyes glinting and lips twisted in malevolence they climbed a set of stairs.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Blaise asked quietly. "I'm behind you all the way, I'm just checking."

"I'm ready." Draco answered coldly. "He has to pay Blaise."

Blaise nodded silently but was becoming slightly anxious. Draco looked bloodthirsty and as if he would stop at nothing to execute his vengeance. "Draco how far are you going to take this? You're not going to kill him are you?"

"No. No I'm not." He replied wickedly. "But I am going to hurt him. I am going to bestow upon him as much pain as he has given Harry. I'm going to make him wish he had never laid a finger on my poor angel. I'm going to make him wish he was dead."

"Oh. Right." Blaise said with a devilish smile. "You're going to enjoy this aren't you?"

"Of course."

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In a dark empty corridor in the basement of the castle Theodore Nott thrusted his pelvis harder into a girl whose name he had forgotten. He pushed her slender body closer to the wall and grinned fiendishly. He readjusted his hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Two black lines streaked her face and her hot tears ran over Theodore's hand.

"You dirty whore. You know you like this." He whispered in her ear. She whimpered and made a useless attempt to free herself. All it earned her was rough smack across the face. "I'm almost done love."

"Theodore, let her go." Blaise's voice boomed across the empty hallway.

Theodore pulled away from the girl to glare at the two boys. The girl seeing he chance pulled her ripped robes closer around her trembling body and ran as fast as she could.

"Zabini! I was juss having a bits of funn." Nott slurred

"Gods. You're drunk you filthy pig." Blaise said wrinkling his nose slightly in distaste.

"Hey now. No need for inssultss." He said nastily. He began to swagger towards them and one hand clumsily reached for his wand.

Draco instantly hissed a spell and Theodore fell to the ground. His limbs were not frozen but he did not appear to be able to move. He had gone completely limp, almost as if he was unconcious. His eyes looked fearful and Draco began to advance towards him. However, Draco put his wand back into his robes and Theodore sighed in relief.

Draco crouched next to him and whispered, "I'm going to make you regret ever touching something that does not belong to you."

His arm flew quickly and collided with Theo's face. Blaise was quickly at his side his arms moving rapidly. Draco's hands were soon covered in blood but he showed no signs of stopping. Blaise pulled back worn out and breathing hard but Draco continued to punch every bit of Theo he could reach. The boy had long sense passed out but Draco didn't care.

"I hate you!" Draco cried viciously. His arms slowed slightly and then Draco's body began to heave with sobs again. He slowly fell onto the floor next to Nott's broken body and cried into the cold tile floors.

Blaise walked slowly over to his sobbing friend and gathered him in his arms.

"It is going to be okay." He whispered. Draco continued to cry.