I am sorry this late. I was working on another story, not even closely related to Potter. It's a humor story with a dash of sarcasm and pinch of parody. So far it's gotten a more than positive response. I've been debating whether to post it or not…what do you think?

The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of

Puppet Strings

Draco pov

I felt sunlight stinging the back of my eyes, I tried to open them but paused and decide to wait a while longer. I needed to think, to remember.

Before, I had been…what had I done? I pressed my memory futilely and was about to concede defeat when all the memories came rushing back and I was drown in a pool of flurried recollections.

Blood…tears…pain…a knife…desperation…fear…Harry……Harry….

I had tried to kill myself, there had been blood everywhere. I must be dead but I don't think the dead feel this much pain.

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking them rapidly to feign off the sunlight. The scent was the first thing that hit me, blood. My eyes adjusted, I looked to the floor and saw what my nose had already identified. Old blood, caked to the floor in ugly black red mats, it smelled of death. I shifted my gaze around to the warmth that held me so securely.

Harry…his warmth permeated my body and filled my soul. Harry really did try to save me and he succeeded. I raised one hand and gently touched Harry's face, tracing the lines that fell upon a face that seemed much too young for wrinkles or worry lines but carried them anyway. A symbol of his great struggles, both within himself and without.

His breathing sped up slightly and his eyes flickered open, he looked down at me and smiled, I felt complete just because even though all I had done to him he still found it within himself to smile at me. He squeezed me gently, as if afraid he would break me. Tears caressed his cheeks and I instantly felt my heart shatter, I caused him so much pain.

"Oh Draco, thank god you're ok. I thought…I thought I might have lost you."

I looked at him, his face so full of compassion, worry, caring…I felt unworthy of him.

"You should have let me die…I only cause you pain…it's not right for me to do that to you."

"Draco…" He gently touched my cheek, caressing the flesh with finger tips, "I promised you I would never leave you and I won't. Had you died I would have followed you…don't you get it Draco? I Love You."

He said it again, he kept saying 'I love you'. He was the one cast away all doubts, who wasn't afraid of what might happen to him or his reputation, he worries about me, he thinks of me, he loves me.

"I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry…"

He gently brushed a few strands of hair away from my face, "Don't be sorry, there's nothing to be sorry about."

He looked thoughtful, his hand still in contact with me, wandering aimlessly about my face, touching my cheeks and forehead, my hair and lips. I shuddered slightly and weakly reached up and grabbed his hand, pulling it away from my face.

"What is it Harry?" I whispered.

"Why?" His voice choked and cracked, "Why did you do it Drac? I just don't understand…"

I felt my eyes wander down, ashamed, "I was afraid…."

"Afraid of what!" He half yelled, half cried.

"I was afraid…of hurting you…"

"You could never hurt me in anyway that couldn't heal as long as you here. If you died Draco, I would never recover, and I would never be able to forgive you for it."

I couldn't find it in myself to say anything. I was such an utter fool. I felt my weight shift as Harry tried to press himself up using the wall as leverage.

"Harry don't! Please your too weak, at least don't try and move us both. Go get help, I'll wait. Don't Harry…"

He didn't respond but continued and I heard his heart beating wildly in his chest and felt his limbs shake as he clutched me to himself. He breathing was ragged and strained but he was stubborn and strong even after such a great amount of blood loss. He finally pushed himself up and although he almost dropped me once, ignoring my futile pleads that he stop. He stumbled out the portrait and carried me down the stairs and some of the hall ways until his weakened body gave out and he collapsed.

The ground was hard and cruel to me but I feared worse for Harry. I pulled myself to my feet and checked Harry, he was still conscious just exhausted. I was shaking just from the effort of standing but we couldn't stay here, the floor was just too cold.

I grabbed his arm and somehow managed to pull us both up but my breathing came in labored gasps and I could barely keep standing even leaning a majority of my weight against the wall. I'm not sure exactly how I did it but somehow I just kept walking and impossibly reached the Gryffindor dorms.

I stumbled through the portrait and almost dropped Harry. My vision was blurring and my head swimming with fatigue. Inside so many stood around, they talked oblivious of me or my burden, a few consulting a hysterical Hermione, some others playing games or watching the fire. My knees gave out and I stumbled forward in an effort to catch myself, I couldn't and fell to my knees painfully, my free hand knocking down a picture.

They turned and looked, their eyes wide as they looked upon my pale shaking frame supporting their Harry, both of us covered in dried blood and having ghastly scars upon our wrists. And they stood there, even as my vision blacked out and the last of my strength failed and the last that I felt was cold stone floor as it came up to meet me. But I remember in most vivid detail as they stood there.

TBC

Thankies-(I'm going to be brief because I've done this once before and my computer deleted it)

Lupin in the sky with diamonds- To be honest I was waiting for your review before I posted. Kinda silly, I've just become accustomed to posting after you review. I'm glad you like the poems but to be honest they're mostly just short, some-what rhyming, rants. Also thanks for review my other story again, I kinda never thought I get anyone to review more then once. I await your review on this chapter. Hope you liked it.

Vampyre- all is good in the world when you can tourcher your own mentality and it ends up still being more sane than you are.

Ladyblondhair- Hello my fellow hentai friend I hope you didn't run into any walls while you were crying your eyes out. They didn't die so all is happy in the world. Anyway I couldn't kill them yet, they haven't gotten to do anything yet. If you know what I mean.

Isabelle- I hope this chapter answers your question. I love cliffhangers because they make people mad at me for writing them. I like detail too, although I'm not good a writing it. I feel any realistic relationship that you want to be seen as realistic should be written realistically. I'm rambling, sorry.

Grath Longfletch- it seems that whenever I write Dumbldore he always comes out ooc. I don't know. It just happens. Maybe he's getting too tired and needs a nap. I know I do. The knife thing, well…I know heat can be used to cauterize wounds and I'm pretty sure It can be used to stop bleeding but I am honestly not sure if it can melt skin together. Oh well, What's done is done and I'm god of this story so If I say it works, it does. Problem solved.

menecarkawa- Here's the simplified version. Ron killed himself for a varying amount of linked reasons. First he is constantly expected to as well or better than his brothers and because of this constant pressure he looks to his friends for support. His friends lied and betrayed him or at least in his eyes they did. So he snaps and kills himself. I hope that helps.

Grey Malfoy and Pip- Thanks for your reviews although to be honest I can't think of a thing besides thanks to say to you. Sorry my mind's out for a coffee break and should have been back almost a year ago. I think there's a possibility it won't come back but I can hope can't I?