A/N: So my big exciting end is taking longer than expected, but that's okay. It needs to be exciting, right? The major thing has occurred and now I have to write the ending. Oh dear... Enjoy this chapter!

Chapter 14: The Loo

Harry left Draco sometime later with a promise that tonight was going to be very special. He cast a protection spell around Draco as well as an alert in case something happened while he wasn't there. Draco decided to bring some work into Hermione's office and work in there so that he was at least in the company of someone else. He didn't think anyone would come after him in the ministry, but stranger things have happened.

Hermione and Draco worked silently in her office. Hermione was working on something that she wouldn't tell Draco what it was about. He had apologized for his reaction to her earlier and she waved it off as if it didn't matter, but he had a feeling that she was still a bit sore.

Around noon, Theo walked into Hermione's office and kissed her. Draco cleared his throat and Theo startled as he turned to look at Draco. He blushed deeply. "What are you doing in here?" he asked.

"He figured that even though Harry cast some protection and alarm spells on him that safety in numbers was a good idea," Hermione told him.

Theo nodded. "I see. Well, love, would you like to go to lunch?" he asked Hermione.

"Well, gosh, Theo, that is so sweet of you to ask. I'd love to come, cupcake," Draco teased.

Theo chuckled and shook his head. "Would you like to come, Draco?"

"Why, yes. I'm so glad that you asked," Hermione responded in a deep voice. Theo looked over at her as she and Draco started laughing. Theo rolled his eyes and headed for the door. Hermione and Draco stood up quickly and started following after him, shouting apologies for joking around. Theo just laughed and waved it off as well.

They left the ministry and walked down to a café that wasn't far from there. Draco was laughing and enjoying spending time with his friends so he didn't notice that they were being followed. He didn't notice the two men that sat at the counter in the café they went to, across from the booth that he had sat at with Hermione and Theo. He hadn't noticed that they were watching him intently yet either. He also didn't notice that they followed him towards the loo when Draco got up to go in there.

Draco walked into the loo and over to the sink. He washed his hands and washed his face. While he was wiping his face off, he felt like someone was directly behind him. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end.

"Hello, Draco," an Italian accented voice drawled.

Draco turned around slowly. He tried to not show how tense and nervous he was to the person behind him. His eyes settled on a gaunt looking Blaise Zabini. His time in Azkaban had not been good to him. He looked awful and looked much older than he actually was. The Dementors had long since been banished from Azkaban so it didn't make sense on why he looked so awful unless he exchanged his soul with the devil. "Blaise, how nice to see you," Draco drawled in return.

Blaise stepped closer to Draco so that he was now pressed against the sink. Draco's fingers twitched for his wand. Blaise saw the gesture and immediately thrust his hand out and gripped his wrist tightly. "Come now, love, there is no need for dramatics. We're just going to have a conversation. It has been such a long time," Blaise told him in a sickly, sweet voice.

Draco stared at him. His wrist was burning in his grip. He was holding on very tightly, cutting off the circulation. "It doesn't feel much like a conversation when you're gripping my wrist like you are," Draco bit out.

Blaise narrowed his gaze at him. "You are in no position to be calling the shots and giving attitude, now are you?" he asked as he stepped back, Draco's wand in hand and pointed at his chest.

Draco frowned at him, keeping his indifferent mask in place while his insides were screaming in fear. "I suppose not. Now what kind of conversation do we need to be having right now?" he asked his voice careful.

"Well, it seems that you've gotten away with murder essentially because Harry Potter used his name to keep you out of Azkaban. Frankly, I find that to be completely wrong. You should have been in there with Greg and me for all the things that you did during the war. You should not have been allowed to stay out and roam freely while we wasted away in that godforsaken place!" Blaise yelled angrily. Draco's wand was spitting out sparks in Blaise's rant.

Draco stared at him, silently begging for Theo to realize he's been gone for too long and to come in and help him out. "If you may recall, I was on house arrest for three years. I couldn't exactly roam freely around London or go wherever the hell I wanted. You and Greg did far more horrible things than I did. The worst I did was almost kill Dumbledore and even that I didn't do nor did I want to. I didn't want the mark in the first place either unlike you and Greg!" Draco yelled back.

Blaise narrowed his gaze. "How dare you assume that I wanted the mark? That isn't even the point. You got away with barely any punishment. Oo, so you were stuck in your house for three years where you were waited on hand and foot by your elves and you could sleep in your own bed and at least go outside on your property. Do you want to know where I slept, Draco? I slept on a metal framed bed that was attached to the wall. The mattress was hard as a rock and as thin as cardboard. I was served some slop twice a day. I shared a loo with twenty other blokes. I went outside for an hour twice a week. Could you handle that? Could you survive with those living conditions and not be the way I am now?" he demanded.

Draco gulped. "I'm sorry. Is that what you want me to say? I'm sorry that you had to live in those conditions and that I didn't? I'm sorry that you didn't have the guts to walk away and say fuck you, Voldemort? What do you want me to say, Blaise?"

Blaise brought his fist back and flung it at Draco. Luckily, Draco was expecting it and he ducked and sucker punched Blaise into the stomach. Blaise doubled over and backed up against the wall, Draco's wand clattering to the ground. Draco scrambled for his wand. Blaise brought his leg out, tripping Draco. He slid across the linoleum and hit the wall across the way. His head swam momentarily. He shook it quickly to clear it. He looked over his shoulder at Blaise who was scrambling over to him. Draco lifted his wand, a curse on the tip of his tongue.

"Where is Potter? He needs to pay for what I had to suffer through in Azkaban because without him, you would have been right there with me," Blaise growled as he continued to scramble towards Draco.

Draco fumbled with the curse at Blaise questioning where Harry was. Blaise had reached him and was now clawing at his shirt, pulling him up to his face. "I don't know where Potter is," Draco choked out, his voice quivering in fear.

Blaise brought his fist back to punch Draco across the face. Draco brought his arm up and blocked the punch. "Dammit, Draco! You know where he is! I know you've been spending time with him!" Blaise yelled.

Draco's eyes widened momentarily, giving away that he had been in fact seeing Harry quite frequently. "Leave Potter out of this," Draco demanded.

The door to the loo banged open and Draco caught sight of Theo rushing into the bathroom, Hermione not far behind him. Blaise seized above him and collapsed on the other side of him. Draco scrambled away from him as Hermione bound Blaise and Theo hauled him up. A couple of Aurors came in and took Blaise out with them, but not before he sent a venomous glare at Draco. "You're dead, Malfoy," he promised. Draco believed him.

"Draco, are you alright?" Hermione asked as she came over to him, fussing over him. Draco waved her off even though he was shaking profusely.

"Its fine, Hermione. What took you guys so long?" Draco sort of joked.

"There was a barrier or something around the loo. We didn't see anyone follow you in there and we figured since we were in such a public place that if anyone wanted to harm you, this wasn't the place to do it. After a couple of minutes we were getting concerned that you weren't coming out yet. Theo tried to go and check on you, but he couldn't get past a certain point so we knew that something was going on. We tried to disassemble the barrier without drawing attention to ourselves when Harry came in, disguised of course. He destroyed the barrier and disappeared while we came in and well, you know the rest," Hermione explained.

Draco's eyes widened. "Harry was here?"

Theo nodded. "He's probably outside in the alleyway pacing in worry over you," he replied with a sly grin.

Draco blushed and walked past them and out of the loo. He walked out of the café and turned into the alleyway. He stepped into the alleyway while Theo stood at the entrance. He waved his wand casting a barrier that would block the two out of view from anyone who was watching.

As soon as the barrier was up, Draco was being lifted off the ground and wrapped into a tight hug, Harry's face buried in his neck. He felt Harry kiss his neck several times before he put him down and looked him over. "Draco, are you alright?" he asked worriedly. His hands were roaming all over his body checking for injuries. Draco slapped his hands away with a blush.

"You should see the other guy," he joked.

Harry's eyes darkened. "I did and Zabini is damn lucky he was surrounded by Aurors," Harry seethed.

"I'm physically fine, Harry. Mentally and emotionally, that's a different story" he replied. Draco rested his hands against Harry's chest, his hands fingering the buttons of Harry's shirt.

"What happened?" Harry asked evenly. Draco looked up into his eyes and opened his mind. He wasn't sure if it would work, but he hoped that Harry could see exactly what had happened. He didn't feel ready to voice it. The fighting Draco could handle, but the words and accusations and the questions about where Harry was, were too much.

He watched Harry and knew that he was seeing everything that happened in the loo. His eyes were darkening rapidly and Draco could see his body tensing. He knew with each passing scene in his head that Harry was getting angrier and angrier. Once Draco was done showing him what happened, Harry stepped away from him.

"I want you to stay right here. Do not move," Harry said his tone icy and furious. Draco was about to respond, but Harry was already gone.