Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter

WARNING: description of nightmare that is really memory. yucky stuff, then cuddles and remembering and all that great junk.

Draco nervously fiddled with his fork in the restaurant. He was only half listening to what Anthony was telling him about his wife and how his life is right now. The other half of him was worried about Harry. Harry hadn't been able to sleep through the night without a dreamless sleep potion in two weeks. Now they had just given him sleeping medication that would still let the nightmares come.

"Draco," said Anthony patiently. "He's fine."

"Are you sure?" said Draco realizing what his friend was now talking about. "How can you be sure?"

"Because he is in a hospital. If he needs us, the hospital will call. You have to trust me on this one."

"You know me and trust."

"Yes, I know. But you trust Harry."

"Yes. I love him."

"How has your life been since Harry got raped?" Draco sighed and rubbed his tired eyes.

"It hasn't been easy."

"But you know him and you know that he's going to get better. You trust him to have that kind of strength."

"Tony I'm not sure if either of us has enough strength anymore. I know things are going to get worse before they get better. But this is about to kill him as is. I just don't know anymore." Their food arrived and for the most part they ate in silence. Eventually Anthony got Draco onto the subject of the potions classes he was teaching and the different potions he had been working on. For a little while Draco did relax and they managed to catch up on old times. But then an owl flew into the restaurant and landed on Anthony's chair. Anthony took the letter from the owl's beak and opened it.

"We have to get back to the hospital," said Anthony suddenly and putting money down on the table.

"What's happened?"

"Harry had a nightmare. The nurse says that he managed to write it down in full detail before he broke down into hysterics. I guess the sleeping potion was still in effect to some degree when he was writing it all down." The two put on their cloaks and ran down the street towards St. Mungo's. The whole way there Draco was trying to shout to Harry mentally,

"Don't worry Harry! I'm here! I'm coming!"

Harry found himself in an old looking house. He glanced around and didn't recognize anything. When he turned around he saw a beaten and shivering body on the floor. The body looked so familiar. Harry slowly walked around the body and gasped when he saw the face. It was himself! He was lying on the floor with cuts and scrapes on his arms. A man came in slowly from a room nearby and walked to the body.

"Why are you with that foul Draco Malfoy?" said the man. He knelt down next to the body and gently stroked the cheek. "He dirties your good name. He sullies your skin. He makes you impure. But that's what you are. You are pure. I will purify you. I will wash you clean of that horrible person. I will show the world the purity I see in you." Harry watched in horror as the man pulled the clothes on of the body. Then he undid his own pants and began to rape Harry. "I will purify you," the man growled in his ear. Suddenly Harry could feel the pain. He wasn't standing over the body anymore. He was the body. "I will show the world what you can do. I share your power now. No one else can love you like I do." The man's thick hands caressed Harry's skin roughly and Harry begged in his mind for it all to be over. When the man came inside Harry with a strangled cry Harry shut his eyes and let tears stream down his cheeks. He wished for Draco. "Draco will never love you now," said the man in his ear. "The only one who can love you is me. I'm the only one who knows how to love you. I'm the only one who is devoted enough and pure enough to be with you." Harry still begged for Draco in his mind. He felt a blow to his head and then…

He quickly sat upright in his bed at St. Mungo's. He reached to the chair nearby for Draco as he had done every night, but Draco wasn't there. Then he remembered what Draco had said to him before he left.

"Write down the nightmares you have. If it's still too bad, call for me, and I'll be here. I promise."

Harry turned on the lamp on the bedside table and reached for the notebook and pen on the bedside table. He quickly began to write everything out. Every single detail. He could still feel the wooden floorboards below him, he feel the pain his body, and he could still hear the man's voice. It almost felt like the dream hadn't ended. Even when he was done writing it all down, he could still hear and feel everything. Once he was done, he put the notebook and pen back on the table. And that was when the tears came. He pushed the button to call for the nurse.

"What's wrong darling?" said the kind nurse who walked in.

"I was raped…" Harry managed to croak out between sobs. "I was raped… Please, get me Draco." The nurse nodded calmly and walked to the doorway. He could hear her speaking to another nurse and he prayed that they were going to get Draco.

"We're sending word to Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Kobayashi right now," said the nurse returning to his side. "Do you want me to stay here until they get here?" Harry nodded as his cries turned into hysterical sobs. He choked and cried and tears streamed down his cheeks. The nurse held his hand gently but he didn't let her get any closer. Somewhere in his mind he thought he could hear Draco calling to him, "Don't worry! I'm here! I'm coming!" but he half expected it to be a dream. Then seconds later he heard two pairs of feet running down the hall way and Draco appearing at the door in his black cloak like an avenging angel.

"Draco!" Harry cried out when he saw his lover in the doorway. Draco quickly rushed to Harry's side and held him tightly.

"It's all right Harry, it's all right," he said to Harry gently while rocking him.

"Draco…" said Harry gently pushing Draco an inch away from him so that he could look up at his lover's face. "I was raped… wasn't I?" Draco bit his lip in indecision and looked to Anthony. Anthony had been reading the words in the notebook and when he heard the question he nodded to Draco.

"Yes love, I'm sorry. But yes you were raped."

"When…?"

"About three weeks ago now. You erased your memory of it." Harry gripped Draco's shoulder tighter and looked his lover in the eyes.

"Do you still love me?" he ground out as loudly as he could with his horse voice. Draco stared in disbelief.

"Of course I still love you Harry. You have my heart. You always have and you always will."

"He told me that you wouldn't love me anymore. He told me… when he raped me… that you wouldn't love me anymore."

"Harry that was a lie. A cruel and terrible lie. I love you just the same as I have always loved you. That's never going to stop." Harry moved over on the bed and Draco knew what Harry wanted now. He sat on the edge of the bed, toed off his shoes, and lay down on the bed next to Harry. Harry laid down on Draco's chest and felt safer with Draco's arms wrapped securely around him. He still shook and whimpered from time to time but Harry had finally calmed down and was soon asleep in Draco's arms. Anthony gently pulled the blankets up over the two of them and patted Draco on the shoulder.

"I'll be back in the morning to see how he's doing. You should get some rest too."

"I will. I've been sleeping with him like this every night since I brought him here. Please don't make me leave him now."

"No, I think it's best that you stay with him. In the morning things will look rougher, and he will need you. I'll bring you some breakfast."

"Thank you, Tony." His old friend smiled at him, turned out the lamp on the table and then quietly shut the door. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair one last time before he drifted off to sleep as well.