A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or any work of JK Rowling.

Pairings:H/D

Author's note: This is my very first attempt here . please enjoy.

It has slight mentions of insanity, trauma and depression.

Perhaps, probably, inconceivably, thoroughly... I'm missing something, aha! insignificant. These words sum up my life quite nicely, if I do say so myself. Which might just be true as I do say so myself.

Well enough of my prattling, let's get to the story shall we?

Well it all started on a rainy day or was it sunny probably even stormy,like my eyes, stormy grey, at least most of the time, Harry says they are pretty,'expressive eyes'he says, well sorry again I digress. I always do that, at least since that unfortunate event with the Dark Lord, Harry always complains. He says "keep your mind and eyes on the snitch, yeah". Yeah my Harry, has a good heart, golden heart, I used to think he was a fraud but he's a real angel I tell you. Golden boy, saviour of the wizarding world and all that monikers, well he deserves it, my Harry but he doesn't like it, he just wants to be Harry, just Harry. I used to call him Harry Just.Has a nice ring. I'd say, he'll smile and kiss my nose, says I have the cutest nose too. He's a sap, a soppy Hufflepuff, my Harry. But I won't have it any other way.

Ah sometimes I hear the screams of the victims that were held in our dungeon in the Malfoy Manor.I hear Fenrir Greybark, the wails and anguish of those he tormented.I have watched the painful first transformation of those he turned.I watched him torment children and babes.Mothers and fathers, families, friends but I signed up for it, didn't I. I look at my dark mark, the twisted snake and skull,brands of my enslavement to a madman.Until my Harry.Yes,my beautiful Harry.

Still I awake drenched in sweat as I witness my younger self torture, I watch my face contort in agony, I don't have the stomach for torture...Yes.No,no I don't.

I smile as I remember my Harry as he slayed my nightmare, ensuring my nightmares remain so, only bad dreams.

Oh look a unicorn!

I remember seeing a unicorn at age eleven a wraith was devouring the pure creature.It was the Dark Lord.I ran but the image remained.

Oh look at the time, I digress, yet again, do forgive me. My mind is not what it used to be you know, after the Dark Lord that is, but I hide it really well. Won't you do the same if you lived with a psychotic madman and sociopathic Aunt, with lieutenants who desire blood for pleasure and muggle baiting for sports?

Oh look a rainbow is pouring into the room, I sometimes wish Harry and I can run away on a rainbow, using a muggle contraption or perhaps maybe even a horse driven carriage.

I smile at the prospects the Wizarding World will have a cardiac arrest, read it in Hermione's book actually I saw it in passing and it stuck, kinda.

Yes, I had to begrudgingly accept her and the Weasley clan, I love Harry,my Harry.

And that is all the explanation I will give.Am still a Slytherin.Yes,yes, that I still am.Sometimes, I think.

'Draco' oh here he comes my Harry always the Paragon of heroism and angelism. Angelism is that a word? I'm quite certain it's not, but it should be.

'hmm?'

'You blanked out for a second there,are you alright?'

'yes I am fine just putting this clothes in order'

Harry,my Harry only smiles indulgently.

'ok be sure to eat breakfast okay? I'll be home as soon as possible okay?'

I smile and nod and quickly shoo him away,he only grins as he turns to disapparate. I smile and continue to reminisce as I absently fold the clothes on the bed, according to the fabric type.

'Sooner or later you will have to bring in professional help Harry'Hermione scolds

'I know Hermione'Harry replies as he looks at a spot above her shoulder blades. 'Trust me I know but I'm scared' Harry says with a defeated expression,a cloud of despair clinging to his form.

'Draco, Draco is Draco and I can't believe this is happening to him. I mean I should have seen the signs how didn't I? looking back they were all over the place, he spoke to himself, he looked so far away. How didn't I see the signs?'he asks himself in helplessness chewing himself with guilt as he reasoned all the 'what ifs'.

'Harry you couldn't have known...'Hermione tries to reassure him.

'I claimed to love him!' He explodes in a fit of rage 'He was drowning right beside me and I didn't notice, Draco was depressed and repressing all the trauma helping me with the Dursleys and drowning in his own pain and I was just there soaking up the attention and I couldn't see my lover deteriorating, going round the bend!'

' Harry it's not like that!'

'Have you seen the latest headlines? 'he asks and she shakes her head.

'No I don't read that rubbish from the prophet...'She states

' It's not just the prophet! the Witches Weekly, The Quibbler! The headlines are really catchy, Boy Who Lived With the Round the Twist Boyfriend, DeathEater MadEater. Nargles Infested Malfoy. Hermione even the Quibbler'he says with a sob.

' Harry, you have the Weasleys, the Malfoys and myself at your beck and call. The people who matter will always be here for you Harry, you don't have to shoulder everything' she says firmly, he peeks at her from under his fringe. Her shape still blurry from his tears.

'I forget...I can depend on others'he says with a shaky grin, she grins right back. 'Everthing is going to be fine'

'Draco? '

'Yes, my Harry?'

'I need you to come with me to Saint Mungo's 'he says with only a slight hitch.

'Why?' Draco asks in perplexion

' You are sick love and I'm really worried' Harry says as tears stream down his face.

'Really? I feel fine but to put you at rest' Draco says with a smile. Harry chokes a sob and presses a kiss to his mouth.

' Do not cry Harry, I will be fine, you'll see' Draco promises.

Harry smiles,a hopeful smile and he thinks, everything will be fine.