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Chapter 11

Draco's pov

Draco stared at the floor determinedly. He had stopped crying hours ago. The tears had lasted only a few minutes anyway. Now that he had composed himself, he knew that he had to fight back against Lucius. He couldn't let the angel, the one who had protected him so fiercely get hurt. Even that was a bit optimistic. Draco knew that what Lucius did to him was minor compared to what could and had happened to others that his father had brought home. It was easiest just to say that a lot of young people that had been introduced to Draco as the man's business associates over the years. A few hours after he had gone to bed every night that one of these visitors had shown up, he had heard anguished screams so loud that they were heard even in his room, which was two floors of solid stone above the dungeons. Draco snorted. Yes, 'business' indeed.

Draco would never see the person again and the man would be notably less aggressive than before for a couple weeks. Sometimes the person's face would appear on the news as a mysterious disappearance. There would be an investigation but Lucius' name was never even brought up. Draco had to admit that even though the man was a sick bastard, he was a lot smarter than most people like him were. Also, it was just plain amazing what a bit of strategically donated money could do for a person.

Draco looked up as the door to his cell opened with a creak. A trembling servant wandered in with a well – cooked gourmet meal. Draco glowered at the terrified man. This was Lucius' was of mocking him. Setting him in a dungeon that reeked of death and stale blood and then giving him a meal fit for a king. The man probably liked the juxtaposition.

The servant set it down. "M - Master Malfoy sent this down for you Master Draco," the man said in a reedy voice that trembled as much as his body.

You can tell my 'father' to go fuck himself, Draco thought angrily. He let none of this show on his face though, he simply nodded at the man who set the tray down beside the blonde and left.

Draco sighed as the door rattled shut behind him. He really had no appetite. The smell wafting from the fancy food made him feel sick. This is why I prefer fast food, thought Draco. He grabbed the plate and threw it against the other wall of his cell. It made a tinkling crash that Draco had long associated with breaking china. The sound echoed through his cell as well as the rest of the dungeon.

Draco sighed and then decided to get some rest while he could. His last thought as his eyes began to close was about Harry and if he was okay or not.

Harry's pov

Harry jerked up as he heard a sound that was akin to breaking glass. The angel had always found the sound quite beautiful. Broken glass reminded him of Draco. Just like his charge, it was beautiful and broken, but still with an aggressive edge. The dungeon fell silent again. Harry could hear nothing but his own breathing and the tinny sound that the device that cancelled out his powers emitted. In his position bolted to a circle of wood on the wall, it was very hard to relax.

The angel leaned his head to the side and sighed then sat up as he remembered the one thing that he hadn't tried. He really wanted to check on his charge. Draco's image came unbidden to his mind's eye and he smiled remembering the day that he had dropped in on the blonde's dreams. Harry straightened again with a glint in his eye. Of course! He thought. Dream dropping! I can at least make sure that Draco is okay. It doesn't take that much power. He broke into a wide smile and deliberately chose to ignore the fact that dream dropping was useless in this situation and would only serve to hurt himself.

Harry closed his eyes and concentrated. Dream dropping was very hard to do when one wasn't in physical contact with the person. Thus, he would be employing a technique that was only taught for meditation and reconnaissance missions back when the demon world and the angel world were still fighting.

He first focused on his breathing. He breathed in and out as calmly and quietly as he could. His heart rate slowed and his muscles began to relax as the angel started to work through the basic exercises that worked to free his body. The only reason that he didn't use this for sleep is that most angels who did had a particularly nasty problem of drifting out of their bodies while they were asleep. Furthermore, it could only be done while one was in a solid form. Most angels avoided a solid or 'earth' form as much as possible. It could be very uncomfortable to wear. It wasn't like the normal insubstantial form wasn't solid, it was just that except for a select few, the people of the world that guardian angels watched over lacked the ability to touch something that wasn't of their world.

In a situation like this though, Harry could hardly turn insubstantial. Besides, he had long ago grown to be one of those angels who actually like to be solid every once in a while. However, this was one of those times that he really did wish that he could choose to be insubstantial.

Harry cut off his thoughts as he began to enter stage two. In this stage, he cut off all of his thoughts and focussed on his spirit form outside of his body. The angel would simply desire to be out of his body but at the same time it would be an abstract desire. This is one of the abilities that angels and humans had in common. A human could also easily learn how to do this. The only negative thing was that not even angels could see a person's spirit so it wasn't like he could get help or anything.

Quite suddenly Harry found himself almost drifting. He took a cautious step forward no longer aware of the shackles that bound his body in place. The angel walked over to the nearest wall and gently pushed his hand through. Delightedly, he boldly walked through the wall.

The angel found himself in the next room quite suddenly. He grimaced in disgust that the recently dead corpse that was lying in a pool of rotting blood in the semi darkness. It was a good thing that his spirit form didn't have a sense of smell. He was sure that he would have gagged if he did. He turned his head away quickly and continued onto the next room.

The process repeated itself until Harry found himself on the other side of the dungeons with only one room to go before he reached the end. The angel didn't know that however. The dominant thought on his mind was to get to Draco and make sure that he was okay. Harry didn't know what he would do if the blonde weren't.

Harry tore his mind away from that string of thought and focussed on the task at hand. He figured that if Draco wasn't asleep by the time he got there, he could wait until his charge did and then drop in on his dreams.

Harry took a deep breath and stepped through the last wall. It was pitch black. Harry frowned and then began to walk around the entire cell before he sensed the warmth that only came from another human body.

"Draco," he breathed as the blonde frowned in his sleep almost as if he had heard his name fall from the lips of the angel. "It seems that Lucius was at even more cautious than I thought him to be."

Harry reached out and touched the blonde's forehead without hesitation. Immediately he was sucked into the dream world.

It was dark, but there were no demons. Instead Draco held a bloodied sword and was muttering under his breath facing away from Harry.

"I am going to get my father for what he has done to me and what he might do to Harry. That sick bastard will finally get what's coming to him," the angel's charge muttered under his breath.

"I see that the last while has done you some good," Harry said in an amused voice. "You aren't as scared as you once were."

"Harry?" the blonde, said. He turned around and met the angel's eyes.

Harry only had enough time to marvel at how powerful Draco's stormy grey gaze was before it was broken. The blonde stepped forward and two arms slipped around his waist in a determined grip. Draco pulled him close and as Harry tilted his head up to look at the blonde, soft pink lips descended to caress his with a fierce kiss. The angel couldn't help but let out a slight moan and reciprocate as pleasure raced through his body with bruising force. Draco deepened the kiss and their tongues slid against each other briefly before they drew back panting.

"Harry I'm – " Draco began before there was a sudden flash of golden white light and the dreamscape Harry and Draco were standing on melted away like rain on a wet painting.

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