AN: Hey guys I'm back again and I've got the next chapter. GO ME! I wrote this thing at 3:30 in the morning on Saturday but I think it turned out splendidly. Before I get fully rambling I have one thing I have to say. I got a review from someone who was ashamed that they did not remember everything that had happened in the chapters before the one I just posted. I dont remember their name but I have one thing to say to them and that is that that is perfectly alright. I havent updated in like a year so I wasnt really expecting everyone to remember everything. Just go back and reread what you've forgotten.

Alright this is IMPORTANT! If you dont read this section I can guarantee that you will be completely lost during this chapter. This is in Draco's POV throughout the entire thing. Yes I know he's in a coma and that's why its a little difficult to understand. Which is why I am explaining right now. Anyway, at the beginning it is in the present but it jumps back to Draco remembering what happened. So things that Draco is saying in present time are in italics and things that are happening in his memory are in normal font. Does that make sense? Anyway, later it just goes back to normal so look for the line where I say so because after that the only things in italics are the things that Draco is hearing Harry say. Umm...he also has a conversation with his subconscious so dont get confused when that happens K? If something still confuses you fell free to ask me in a review and I will gladly answer any questions in my next update.

I really loved writing this chapter. It wasa realchallenge and I love challenges. So, without further to do, I present chapter 11!

Chapter 11
Awakened to Darkness

'Harry?' I thought to myself as I stared into the vast darkness. 'Harry...where are you? Where am I?' I tried to brush the hair from my eyes. Surprise flowed through me as I found I was unable to move. I could see and I could easily tell that I could speak but was unable to move. I glanced down and quickly realized why...my body was gone.

"I brought help," I heard a quiet voice say abov eme.

"Harry!" I yelled as I realized to the voice belonged to. "Harry...can you hear me?" I felt my heart fall slightly when he didn't answer. 'What's going on? What happened to me?' Thoughts like these continually flowed through my mind. I felt myself wince slightly and then felt a slight warming sensation. Looking down I noticed...I was there. I took a step forward only to fall back in shock as an image appeared before me. "You're not going anywhere," the phantom of Blaise Zambini said as he walked toward me, a smirk on his face.

"Get away from me!" I screaed as I backed away from him, my memories flying back to me all at once. "Go away!" I felt a hard surface behind me and looked back only to find a wall. When I turned back to face Blaise I was once more standing in my room. Blaise, my knife in hand, was walking slowly toward me. "I swear to you Zambini," I heard myself say, "you touch me and you will regret it."

At my words, his smirk merely grew and he dropped my wand to the floor. "It's my turn to get what I want, Draco," he said as he grabbed my arms, pinning me to the wall. I felt his lips press against mine and felt tears fill my eyes. 'Gods please,' I screamed, knowing that no one could hear me, 'please...not again!' "And what I want," Zambini continued as he pulled away from me slightly, "is you."

I felt the breath rush from my lungs as the dark haired teen hit me. I felt a scream rise in my throat and fought to keep it within. I felt my legs shake beneath me moments before they gave out and I slid slowly down the wall.

I did not, however, feel myself hit the ground. Instead, I felt two strong hands wrap around my waist and throw me to my bed. "Get off of me!" I heard myself yell as I reached up to push him away.

"Now, now Draco," he said, his voice slightly annoyed. I felt the coold, smooth, edge of my knife as he pressed it against my throat and my struggles suddenly ceased. 'No!' I yelled at myself, 'I'd rather die than go through this again!' I fought to get myself to renew my struggles but found that, no matter how I tried, my arms lay motionless. 'Why...not again."

I looked up at the boy above me and felt the coolness of the blade run gently down my cheek. "Why bother fighting me?" he asked me, his smirk growing into a grin of triumph. "You always get what you want. Now its my turn."

A sharp sting ran down my right cheek moments before I felt the slow drip of blood run into my hair. He murmered something I could not understand, and I felt my arms fall completely limp at my sides. "Can't have you messing up my plans, now can I?"

I could see out of the corner of my eye that he had set my knife dow beside me. 'It's right there' I said to myself and, though I knew I could not move my hands, I continued, 'Just reach over and grab it.' My eyes darted back up to the person above me as I heard the ripping of fabric moments before I felt a pair of icy hands running over my chest. I winced slighlty as he pushed down, applying pressure to my, already wounded, ribs. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, his voice mocking sympathy. "Did that hurt?" As he spoke he pressed down more firmly upon my chest and I felt tears well at the sides of my eyes.

"Get off of me Zambini!" I yelled at him, pain evident in my voice.

"You are not in the position to make orders Draco," he replied as he lifted my knife from my bed. A slight ripping sensation flowed down my arm as the thin blade made it's way, slowly down my left arm. "You can't move," he continued, "and I have your knife anyway." I felt his gaze wandering over me and watched as his eyes darkened slightly. "You are so beautiful, Draco," I heard him say. "Thought, I supposed, even traitors can be beautiful. So beautiful...and all mine."

I bit hard upon my lower lip, to keep myself from screaming, and tasted my own blood as my teeth tore through the skin. I felt cool tears fall from the corners of my eyes and travel down into my matted hair, as he used my grandfather's knife to carve something deeply into my chest.

"Oh gods," I said to myself. "Not again...not again...please." Knowing what was to come next, I wanted nothing more than to be able to shut out the memories. To close my eyes and never be forced to open them again. "Why?" I asked no one in particular. "Why can't I just die?"

I felt myself scream out as pain shot through the lower half of my body. The last thing I saw as the memory faded was Zambini's smirking face as he finally got what he had wanted since the year before.

Alright! Now everything from now on is in present tense so the only things in italics are the things that Draco can hear Harry saying K?

I opened my eyes to find only darkness surrounding me once more. "Why?" I asked myself, a sob escaping from my throat. "Why couldn't I just die this summer?" I'd thought that same question often since I'd first awoken in the school infirmary. I was almost shocked to find myself thinking it once more.

I hadn't thought like that since...well, since Harry.

I wiped the tears from my face and stared into the darkness. Moments later, a faint light flickered and I found myself staring at Harry's face. "I hope he's not still mad at me."

'What are you talking about, of course he is.'

"Who's there?" I asked, the picture of Harry vanishing from my eyes.

'Why, I'm you of course," a voice said and I found myself staring at my reflection. 'I'm your subconscious."

"What?"

'I'm your subconscious. Anyway, of course he's still angry with you. He only asked about your cutting because he didn't want you to do it anymore.'

"I know but..."

'But you couldnt believe that he could really give a damn about you. I know...I'm you remember.'

"Yeah, I remember. Oh gods," I said, resting my head in my hands. "What have I done?"

'This entire mess is you fault you know,' my reflection said as it pushed it bloodied hair from it's eyes.

"What d'you mean?"

It's grey eyes grew icy as it continued. 'If you handn't accused Harry of tricking you, you wouldn't have been afraid to face him. If you hadn't been afraid to face him, you would have gone to meals. And, if you had gone to meals, Blaise would never've had the chance to do what he did. You know,' it continued angrily, 'in a way, you deserve what you got.'

"What?"

'You heard me...you've spent your entire time at Hogwarts trying to make Harry's life hell. Then you accuse him of tricking you when he just wanted to help you. What goes around comes around and, in a sense, you only got what was coming to you.'

"Oh gods..." I said, shocked by the quietness of my own voice, "you're right. It is my fault." I buried my face in my knees as I felt tears well in my eyes once more. "All my fault," I repeated quietly.

"I'm here Draco." I heard someone say above me.

I raised my head from my knees and looked around. "Harry?" I called.

"I've got some things I need to say to you."

"Harry," I yelled. "Can you hear me? Harry!"

For a moment, silence was the only reply. However, I only had to wait a moment before I heard him say, "I'm not angry with you." I felt my heart lift slightly the moment I heard those words. 'He's not mad at me,' I thought to myself, 'he's not.'

"Harry," I tried to call again. "Harry, where are you...Where am I?"

The response I recieved was not the answer I had been looking for. I listened as the other boy spoke, his voice surrounding me, almost comforting me. I could hear sadness in his voice as he spoke and it brought tears to my eyes once more. 'Please don't be sad Harry,' I thought to myself, understanding now that, for some reason, he could not hear me. 'I'm so sorry, I've hurt you.'

I wanted to reach out and comfort Harry. I wanted to tell him that everything would be fine. But I couldnt. How could I console Harry when I couldn't even help myself?

"I know that you're probably not even gay, but that's why it's easiest to tell you now."

I felt my eyes widen slightly as he continued to speak. 'Oh Harry,' I thought to myself. 'Harry, I'm so sorry.' I shook my head slihgtly and thought, 'Why do you want me Harry? I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you. I've gotten all that I deserve...you deserve so much more.' I felt tears run down my face as I listened to him.

"I swear, if you give up on me, I will find some way to get you back for it. I dont think I can go on without you now. Even if I can only have your friendship. that's enough because I'd still have you there. Please Draco. Wake up...Please."

'He's crying,' I thought to myself, my own tears still falling from my eyes. "Harry, don't cry." I stood from my crouched position. "I wont give up Harry," I said, staring out into the darkness, my shirt becoming damp with tears as they dripped from my face. "I won't give up. I'll keep on going just for you, I promise. I wont leave you Harry. Just please...please don't cry."

"I wont give up."

AN: Voila! That's it for Chapter 11. Next update hopefully soon. So...was it confusing? Was it good? Tell me in a review! Oh and, just so that everyone knows, tears have a symbolic purpose in this story. I'm not just overusing the words cry and tears k? You'll figure out what they're symbolic for sooner or later. Promise. So was the chapter moving enough for you? Did it suck? If so then too bad I rather liked it. But...I'd still love your oppinions so please please please REVIEW!

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Kaydera