You'll never guess my current favorite anime. If you can't guess I have every right to call you a dumb ass. I decided out of boredom and the oppressive fight I have been have with a stubborn writers block, to try and go back to the style I did at the beginning to the story. This is Draco's point of view and longer than the last chapter. I should shut up now, I've been rambling way to much lately. Oh! Before you start reading, another short contest, this one's harder and I can't rightly promise a prize. But in this chapter there is a quote from one of my favorite anime's, name it and I'll try and put up a chapter right after.

The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of

Fruits Basket

"Draco….Draco?"

A laugh lit his heart, as he blinked sleepily in the musty sunlight, he sneezed and felt his face flush slightly. He smiled and looked back into Harry's smiling face.

"Get up sleepy head! We haven't even had breakfast and you trying to go to sleep on me."

Draco smiled shyly, flushing a brighter red as he realized with a embarrassment that he had dozed off in the Gryffindor common. He felt Harry hug him gently and had to repress the shudder that always crept up when Harry touched him.

It wasn't that he didn't like Harry's touch but somehow every embrace, any pressure what so ever upon his body brought back violent memories that all flickered past in a minute. Don't think of it like that, Lucius never sexually assaulted Draco physically. Sometimes, however, Lucius would bring in muggle girls and make him watch as his father got his way with them. Usually they never left alive and if they did leave, their bodies and minds were so damaged that they eventually went insane or killed themselves.

Draco would have had every right to be afraid that Lucius might try the same to him but one thing Draco knew for certain was that his father was homicidally homophobic. Lucius assure Draco that if he ever thought his son had even the slightest inclining toward his own gender, he would skin him alive and let maggots eat his living muscles before hanging him on the tree outside the Ministry's offices. Using the most delicate spells to make sure he lived through and enjoyed, the experience.

Draco had never liked being touched, it made him uncomfortable and slightly ill, but Harry was different. Harry cared about Draco, even when they were enemy's Harry probably cared more about Draco than he or any of his 'friends' did. Harry was special because he thought Draco was special and no one had ever truly believed that of Draco. They just saw him as Lucius's clone, sure to follow in the footsteps of his father.

Draco was, what was that word? He could never rightly remember, he wracked his brain for a moment before sighing lightly and giving up on the word.

Harry raised a curious eyebrow, his lips still quirked into a smile.

Draco loved to make Harry smile, to laugh, to touch, and dare he hope, love. Because of Draco, Harry was safe. Perhaps you are confused let it be explained.

Draco now saw the cracks in Harry's fragile mentality, he was perhaps, the only one. Harry was perilously close to snapping and if he did, there was no one who could stop him from killing himself or, becoming the next Voldemort.

For when the true evil in a person is exposed every hate, prejudice and injustice would be amplified and intensified. Everyone has a taint of evil some more than others and if Harry snapped, no one would be able to stop him and no one would survive.

"Don't go back to sleep on me!" Harry laughed, "Come on lets go down to the kitchen."

Draco stumbled after Harry, catching up to him as he exited through the portrait and grasped his hand.

Draco couldn't loose Harry, he didn't know what he'd do if he lost Harry.

They made their way down the hallways and numerous staircases going into a side hall Draco had never really seen before. They stopped before a large picture of a bowl of fruit. Draco watched curiously as Harry reached out and, tickled, the pear. It laughed, and the portrait opened.

Inside they were greeted by eager house elves and, of course, Doby led the procession. The kitchen itself was warm and full of lovely food smells. It seemed that every where you looked there was food being prepared, cooking, or cooling on the tables. The elves gave the two boys a large tray of yummys, a pitcher of pumpkin juice and were soon after left to their devising.

Draco nibbled at his food, he had never really eaten much before, but life seemed to take his appetite away as of lately. Harry didn't eat to much more than Draco and was surprisingly delicate in his eating manner. Draco watched him and nibbled on a cold croissant, he didn't even try to repress the private joy that welled in his chest at the image portrayed in front of him, the silent hope.

Harry sipped from his cup and propped his chin upon his hand, "Draco, may I try and ask you a question?"

"Hmmm?" Draco hummed absently watching Harry from the corner of his eye.

"What happens when an angel falls from heaven?"

Draco blushed lightly and smiled, his eyes grew faintly sad, "My father once told me that when angels fall from heaven they become devils." Harry's eyes cast upon the table, "…but, I think, that they just become mortals, like you, and me."

Harry's eyes caught and held Draco's own, his hand reaching across the table to clasp their hands together. Two tears fell, one from each side of the table, one blood red, the other the color of liquid ice.

"Let us think it that way, Draco, let us hope."

TBC

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