A/N: Here's another chapter! (Like I promised.) I hope you enjoy, this chapter will be Drarry themed and will be in their P.O.V's. Also Sirius will be in this chapter! (He wont die... never! :D) This will probably be my longest chapter yet!

I also have to warn that this story might go dark (sometimes.) Because my writing style has matured a bit since I started this story, and this chapter has dark themes...

Enjoy! ;D

-Harry's P.O.V-

After a day full of long boring lessons, I decided to sit by the Lake. Where I was meeting Draco.

"Hey." I hear him greet me, sitting next to me. "Sorry, I couldn't see you this Morning. I was busy."

"It's fine." I smile. "At least you here now..."

I notice that Draco has a glum look on his face, he wasn't looking me in the eye when he spoke to me. It was sketchy.

"Is something wrong." I ask. "You look... upset."

"I'm fine." He says, quickly.

"No, there's defiantly something wrong." I say, annoyed. "If 'this' will work, we can't keep secrets from each-other! If you asked me anything, I wouldn't lie!"

"Ugh." Draco huffs. "Fine, if you really want to know. I'm worried about a lot of things! Like my Parents and 'this' situation, the fact that my Father is a Death-eater! And also the fact that one day I will have to marry Pansy!"

"Draco..." I mutter, staring wide-eyed at my Love. "I... don't understand what your going through, but I want to help... Surely you don't have to marry her? Just say no and the fact your Father is a de-"

"You don't get it!" Draco jumps up, causing me to step back. "I have to! I have to do all those things... I have to become what they want... If I don't... I'll be..."

"Be what, exactly?" I nearly shout. "Just because they say, doesn't mean anything! You don't have to marry Pansy... and they would want you to become a Death-eater! Would you join them? Would you try to kill me? Do you even love me!"

I stare, panting at Draco. He was doing the same.

"I-i..." He began. "I need to.. think..."

Watching my could be ex run away, I sink to the ground sobbing.

Never has my life been this messed up.

"Dear Sirius, I need help... no, that wont work...ugh.." I bang my head against the table, trying to write out a perfectly good letter to send to my God-father.

It was only a few hours ago since I and Draco had our first fight, and maybe our last one ever.

And not in the good way.

I look down to the clear parchment, ready and willing for words... I just couldn't think what to write.. and what Sirius would think...

After a few more hours of painfully figuring out how to phrase out my problem to my God-father. I finally wrote it.

'Dear, Snuffles.

I have a big.. Problem... I need your advise for.

I would rather we met in person to talk about this, this weekend is Hogsmeade... and I know it's dangerous and stupid to meet... but your the only person I can think of!

I know the trip will be dangerous, so you don't have to... Answer soon!

Love, Harry.'

"Good enough." I mutter to myself, standing up to take the Letter to the owlery.

When I reached the bird infested tower, I bumped into someone I really should have been looking out for.

Draco.

We both stood there, not saying anything but not moving. I stared at him slightly, wanting to speak to the blonde. But before I could say anything, he ran off.

Again.

Feeling the tears nearly spill, I quickly rushed to Hedwig. Letting the Snowy bird peck me lovingly before she took off. I sit on the dirt floor, sobbing.

Yet Again.

-Draco's P.O.V-

Damn me, damn him.

Damn everyone!

I wanted to send a letter to Mother about Easter Break but I had to bump into Harry. As usual.

I was so weak, I ran. And I hated myself for it, I just can't deal with it. I can't deal with everything at the moment...

The fact that we had a fight still burned into my mind, I'm such a bastard.. a stupid blonde prick.

But there was one sentence that still haunted me.

"Would you try to kill me?" That one sentence, made my head spin.

Would I?

I always remember the good times with Harry, our laughter, our kisses.

Would I?

I love him, I realize. Why would I throw it away... but would I?

Feeling a migraine coming, I stop thinking about it. I need a break, why does all this shit happen to me? Sometimes, I wish I wasn't born as a Malfoy...

Or not born at all...

Hardly noticing I entered the Slytherin common room. (Not even remembering uttering the password.) It was a while before I noticed Pansy in front of me, saying something.

"Um, earth to Draco? Hey, snap out of it!" She yells in my face, causing me to jump.

"That was uncalled for!" I nearly snap, rubbing my poor ear.

"Well, Mr. weirdo. You was walking around like a zombie, not even saying anything! It was scary and creepy..."

"I was just thinking..." I mutter, flopping pathetically on the green, cushioned arm-chair.

"Well, stop it." Pansy orders, her eyes filled with worry. "What were you thinking about anyway? It must have been something big, otherwise you wouldn't act like that."

"Me and Harry.. had a fight.. about the future.. and what I have to become.."

I raise a eyebrow when I hear Pansy sigh, she smirks.

"Really? You don't have to become what your parents want.. fight back for once!"

"I can't." I huff, annoyed. "I'm the Heir, I was born to carry on the Malfoy name and everything that it is! You must understand that?"

"I do, but it doesn't mean we can't disagree with it!" Pansy argues. "Start your own tradition and family of Malfoy's!"

"It's not as easy as that!" I argue back. "You yourself know what happens to us Pure-blood's if we break the rules... You know that they-"

"I know, I know!" Pansy interrupts. "I just don't want to be reminded of it!"

"I'm going to bed." I say, standing up.

"It's only 6:00pm!" She points out, but I walk away anyway. I just can't deal with it...

When I'm trying to get comfy in the green duvet, I nearly have to stop myself from yelling. My life was unfair and cruel, that's the way it should be...

I close my eyes and finally drift off, into my tortured Subconscious...

(Abuse warning.)

"You've failed me." I look up terrified, to the evil face of my Father.

"No.. please, Fathe- AAAAAAHHHHHHHH" I yell, cowering on the floor as I was hit with Crucio.

"Crucio!"

"No.. AAH"

"You a failure to the Malfoy name, you disgrace. Crucio!"

"AHH"

After for what seemed like hours, the Crucio was finally lifted. My body felt like it was stabbed multiple times, and my bones was physically shaking.

"You've failed me so much, Draco." My Father sneers, giving a hard kick to my back. Causing me to yell out in pain again. "You deserve every bit of pain, you filthy, traitorous Faggot!"

"No...no..no." I mutter, in a mantra.

Suddenly, my Father's face splits into a hideous snake like one. His pupils were red and his thin mouth was turned into a evil smile.

"Draco, you mussst join our ssside and watch asss Potter dies." And as he said it, Harry appeared. Beaten and tied up.

"No!" I yell. "Harry! No, please!"

I watch as Voldemort tortures Harry, watching as Harry's beautiful face scrunches in pain. Yelling.

"This is all your fault, Draco. You DESERVE TO DIE!"

"No.. no...no...no.."

I scream as Voldemort tears off Harry's flesh, making me faint...

"Draco!" I sit up, into the worried face of Blaise and Pansy. I noticed I was crying and shaking, my body covered in sweat.

"Are you alright?" Pansy asks, her eyes nearly filled with tears. "We tried waking you up ages ago, but you wouldn't. All you were doing was screaming and crying..."

"O-oh god..." I horsely manage to say, my throat hurting from the screaming. "It's didn't happen.. it didn't happen..."

"Did you have 'that dream'..." Blaise asks, causing me to nod.

"But worse.. Harry was there... and they tortured him..oh god... the screaming..." Was all I managed to say before breaking down in sobs. Pansy comfortingly hugging me.

I can't be with Harry, unless I want to put him in more danger and possibly me to my death.

It's better this way.

-Harry's P.O.V-

It's been more or less a week before I got a reply.

'Dear, Harry.

It sounds quite serious, of course I'll help!

I'll meet you in that cave I hid in during your fourth year, also.. bring some food.

Love, Snuffles.'

"Who's that from." I hear Hermione ask, peering over my shoulder to read it.

"My reply, from Snuffles." I say, giving her the parchment to read more clearly.

I already told Hermione about the argument, she was the only person I could ever trust.

"I'm coming with you." Hermione stated, causing me to raise a eyebrow. "I'm here for emotion support." She rolls her eyes. "And I want to see what he says..."

"Fine." I sigh. "It's doesn't matter anyway, I just need to work things out with Draco..."

Hermione puts her book down, to hug me tightly. We stay like this for a while, just embracing.

"It will work out." She says to me. "I know it will, in the end... it will work out."

"I know, but I'm so worried... Draco seemed really upset about what would happen to him... like he can't fight back..." I mutter, resting my head on my knees.

"I'll read up on Pure-bloods and their traditions, if you like... maybe there's some big rule about it.." Hermione says, trying to reassure me. But I also notice a troubled expression on her face.

"Is something wrong with you?" I ask. "You seem troubled too..."

"Well... it's.. nothing really.." Hermione says, sighing. "But, it's about Ginny... she wants to help me get Ron... y'know..."

"And?"

"There's this plan... to make him jealous.. it's actually a weird plan, I personally don't think it will work... but Ginny insists.."

"Well, what is the plan?" I ask, thoroughly interested.

"Well, like I said. It's slightly unorthodox.. the plan is, to kiss a girl in front of him. Apparently, if it's a girl... he'll want to change me." Hermione flushes, obviously embarrassed.

"You do realise..." I say. "That kissing a guy in front of him will work as well..."

"I know! I tried to explain that to Ginny... but she really wants to do the plan... she says it will make Ron realise that he might lose me.."

I accidentally let out a small laugh. "No offence, but... that doesn't really make sense..."

"That's Ginny for you..." Hermione groans. "But the... weirdest part, is that we can't find a girl for the plan and Ginny... said she could do it..."

"What?" I say, confused. "Why, would she want to?"

"She said we needed someone who I knew well, they wont like like me and the fact we don't have to tell anyone else about it..."

"Still..." I mutter. "It's a bit weird..."

"Yeah..." Hermione agrees, slumping in her chair. "Defiantly sketchy..."

After a few minutes of silence, Hermione groans.

"What is it?" I ask.

"Well... I'm so confused..." Hermione says, frowning. "I don't know if I want Ron anymore, I just get so angry and then I feel like I like him.. but then.. I get this twist in my stomach and chest... and not in the good way..."

"Maybe you don't like him in that way?"

"Maybe, but... I feel I love him and get annoyed at him at the same time... it's so damn confusing..." Hermione huffs, rubbing her head.

"Well, maybe if you get Ron 'jealous' you'll realise then how you feel..." I try to reassure, not really knowing how to comfort my best friend.

"I'm going to bed." Hermione says, standing up. "I just need to think.."

"Bye..." I wave, feeling slightly sad my only company is gone. Now all I have is my thoughts...

Draco thoughts...

Feeling like I could cry any moment, I needed a distraction. Anything.

Standing up, I head to get my Firebolt. When I'm finally outside, I go to the Quidditch pitch. Even though it's dark, I still kick off the ground and fly.

Trying to only think about the wind breezing through my hair and the feeling of exhilaration as I flew. Blocking anything stressful out.

But it didn't stop me thinking about Draco's smirk, his eyes, his laughter.

Why did it go all wrong?

My life was one big cycle of unfairness, Voldemort killing my parents, Being locked in a cupboard most of my life, finding out I'm a wizard only to find out that there's a mad man and his crazy servants who want me dead... and now this.

After what felt like hours of flying, I finally trudged back to my dorm. I sinked into my bed, not even registering the tears down my face.

"Harry?" Ron warily sits up. "Where were yo- Are you crying?"

"Huh?" I wipe my eyes. "...I guess I didn't notice..."

"Um.. Harry.." Ron sighs. "I'm... sorry.. I'm just so confused with all the changes and all I wanted is everything to be the same it was..."

"Well it isn't." I snapped. "Do you think I like these changes? But we can't change them... we have to face them..."

I see Ron flush embarrassedly. "Y-yeah... um.. I really wish we could be friends again... if you can accept my apology.. I never meant to react the way I did..."

I sigh, eyes softening. "Yeah, me too... Friends?"

"Friends."

And for the first time that week, I could sleep a little easier.

-Draco's P.O.V-

The day after the dream, I couldn't stop shaking when Harry was about. I was always fearing that Voldemort himself would jump out and torture him like in the dream.

I tried my best to ignore him and avoid him, at all costs.

I couldn't even sit next to him in potions, but luckily for me. He started to sit next to Ron, it seemed they were friends again.

Even though the ginger is a prick.

Pansy and Blaise started to be wary around me, like I could burst any second. It wasn't my fault that I kept acting distant and apparently like a 'Hermit'. Whatever that was.

"It's the upcoming Hogsmeade weekend, do you want to come Draco?" Pansy asked, walking beside me to Charms.

"I don't really feel like it-"

"No! Draco Malfoy, you are coming. Whether you like it or not! Or even if I have to drag you there!" Pansy yells, pulling my arm. "You been worrying me and Blaise with your attitude.. yes we know you had as really bad dream... but it doesn't mean you can't prevent it or protect Potter! Instead of moping around, you could actually do something about it!"

I knew Pansy was right, so I redundantly agreed.

"So." I ask. "Is there something going on between you and Blaise?"

Blushing, Pansy stutters. "Maybe, I like him a lot... he seems to like me too. But we don't want to do anything yet..."

"Why not?" I raise a eyebrow. "There's nothing stopping you..."

"It's... just not the right time, maybe some other time..."

"Fine." I sigh. "Your missing out on a opportunity of love..."

The Hogsmeade weekend finally approached, I was standing in the line with Pansy and Blaise. Pansy blabbering about where she wants to go.

"We have to check out Madam Puddifoots, you guys never want to go over there with me." Pansy complains, glaring at Me for rolling my eyes.

"Why don't you go with Blaise? I'm fine on my own... I'll probably just walk around."

Smirking at my blushing friends, I turn around to Filch. Who was checking us off with his clipboard.

When we finally arrived at Hogsmeade, Pansy dragged us off to a new store that opened. Which sold a lot of useful items.

"Hey look, a fancy cloak that never rips or gets dirty. It says the enchantment never runs out... and it comes in 30+ colours.. I might get the pink one..."

After a painful hour of 'shopping' Pansy finally decides she's done.

"Okay, Blaise! Come with me, we're going to Madam Puddifoot's!" Pansy orders, dragging a shocked looking Blaise with her.

I wave to my two best friends, before deciding to walk around Hogsmeade.

-Harry's P.O.V-

"Damn, I forgot how steep this hill was...and the rocks hurt like hell!" I hear Hermione groan, trying to scramble up the hill.

"We're nearly there, just a few more steps." I gasp, feeling out of breath.

We finally reach the top, to the cave mouth. Looking around, I finally see Sirius. With a happy grin, we hug.

"Hey, Harry." Sirius greets. "I'm guessing that parcel is the food?"

"Yep." I grin. "Here." I pass my God-father the parcel, he wolf's down the meal.

"So, what's the problem?" Sirius asks, licking his fingers. "It must be serious..."

"Well." I begin. "I thought you could help because you came from a Pure-blood family... I hope you don't judge me.. but I was in a relationship with Draco Malfoy..."

I stop, waiting for a reaction. But Sirius just motions me to continue.

"It was going great, until we had argument about the future... and what his family was. He said he couldn't say no to his Parents... then he just left... I just want to know why he can't, and you must know... since you rebelled..."

"Hm.." Sirius begins. "Well, it depends on the family... some take away inheritance and make sure the rebelling son/daughter isn't allowed to get a job... Especially in the ministry.. but.. If I know what Lucius Malfoy is like.. the punishment isn't nice..."

"Punishment?" Hermione asks, looking pale.

"Harry, I'm really sorry to break this to you... Malfoy would probably never admit to you personally... Malfoy is probably being.. abused."

I felt my heart stop, I felt sick. How could Lucius abuse his only Son?

"H-how do you know?" I question, anger flaring. "He couldn't be...right?"

Sirius looks to me, sympathy on his face.

"It happens in a lot of pure-blood family's.." Sirius explains. "Actually, I was slightly abused when I rebelled, but then I just moved out.. to your Dad's.."

"What?" Me and Hermione gasp in unison. "Have you ever told anyone?"

"Hey." Sirius grins. "It's no worry, but you have to be there for the Malfoy kid. Just try to explain you'll always be there for him... and will help to get him away from his parents. If he has enough courage to do that, I'm sure Dumbledore will help."

"I-i guess..." I mutter, still shocked and surprise from all the news.

"Kid, don't worry." Sirius reassures me, giving me a bone crushing hug. "Just try to be there for him, it will work out... I gotta go, before Remus realises I'm gone... Bye!"

I sigh, watching my God-father transform to Padfoot before running off.

I feel Hermione put her hand in mine. "It'll be alright Harry, we can help him..."

"I know..." I sigh, looking to my best friend with a half-smile. "I'm.. just so shocked that he's being... y'know.."

"Well." She says. "He might also be worried that if he was with you, he would be endangering both of you..."

"Still, he doesn't have to ignore me!" I growl, angrily.

"Hey, guys! Over here!" Ginny calls us, from a table. Where Neville and Luna were also sitting.

"Hey Gin'." I greet, quietly. I was still shocked from earlier events.

"Are you alright?" Neville asks, noticing my pale face.

"I'm fine, I just feel sick..." I smile, but Ginny could see through it. Huffing, she rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, sure your sick." Ginny smirks, challenging me.

"Just drop it, please." Hermione snaps, causing Ginny to shut up straight away. Ginny mutters sorry.

Weird.

"So.." Neville begins, noticing the awkward silence. "What are you guys doing this Easter break?"

Immediately after that sentence, I see Hermione and Ginny blush. Luckily, I only noticed.

"Staying here." They stutter in unison, I nearly laugh at their nervousness.

"Hey.." Neville points. "Look at Malfoy, he's by himself. Normally he has his cronies around him..."

I turn my head around, looking at Draco. Now that I heard about the 'abuse' thing, I was looking for anything unusual... like a bruise or limp.

Nothing, but he could easily have a glamour charm...

We made eye contact, time seemed to freeze. We just stared at each-other, I wanted to call him over or say that I will always be there for him... but it wasn't the right time.

I see him quickly dash out of the room, obviously running from me. It hurt.

A lot.

"Um, I have to go." I quickly mutter, standing up and following Draco.

-Draco's P.O.V-

I ran.

Again.

Feeling like a failure, I quickly dash into a alleyway. I slump against the wall, feeling like I could punch myself. I keep doing this, pushing him away.

But I have to.

"Draco?" I hear him say, looking up. I look into the eyes of Harry. His beautiful emerald eyes.

"What." I snap, coldly. Immediately regretting it when I see Harry's hurt expression.

He sits next to me, sighing.

"Do you trust me?" He asks, which confuses me. Where did that question come from?

"Yes..." I grumble, hugging my knees tighter.

I feel Harry hug me, I let him. I missed him, I was so crazy thinking I couldn't live without him. I'm so stupid thinking that I'll be alright without him he was the only good thing in my life.

I hug him back, realizing I was crying.

"You can tell me anything, I'm here for you...remember that, okay?"

"Okay.."

This is the first time ever in my life that I felt this relieved...

-Hermione's -

"I'm glad they worked it out." I say, relieved.

"Yeah." Ginny agreed.

I decided to follow Harry encase something went wrong and Ginny decided to follow me too. But from the scene we came across, it seems it's going to be okay.

"I'm so glad for them." I sigh, happily. Walking away from the two boys, giving them privacy. I finally let go of Ginny's hand, which I was holding tightly.

"Yeah me too." Ginny agrees, I didn't notice her sad face when I turned away.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this Drarry filled chapter, I certainly did writing it! This is also my longest chapter ;D I'm so proud!

Since I got all my Drarry obsession out of the way the story is defiantly going to be focusing on Germione/Hinny.