A walk in the Dark Chapter 2

Well...here we have it, chapter 2. Everybody has probably lost interest in this story because it has taken me so ridiculously long to get chapter 2 up. There is a reason...but I won't bore you with the details of all my pathetic little problems.

Oh and THANK YOU to all of my beautiful reviewers. You have no idea how much it means to me to have so many people like my fic.

Ok, now, there seems to have been a little misunderstanding concerning my first chapter and sadly, this was due to my lack of skill as an author *hangs head*. Some people seem to think that Harry and Draco are on friendly terms, owing to the fact that Draco keeps referring to Harry as "Harry dear". Now, the 'dear' that Draco seems to be so fond of addressing Harry by is meant to be used as a derogatory term. Draco is mocking Harry, not been romantic. He probably doesn't even realise that he is addressing Harry in this way, owing to the fact that he is always talking down to people. Ok? They don't like each other! They are enemies! Haven't you read the damn books! Argh! *ahem* Thanks to Serena for been honest and pointing that out for me. I'm sorry to those I confused. Um...However...I don't really appreciate the way you slagged off all the people who have reviewed my story. So next time can you e-mail me privately or something? Thanks.

Also...As a couple of you pointed out, I refered to Harry as a 'she' in chapter 1. That was an accident. I wish I could give you a valid reason, but I can't, so we'll have to just put it down to my own stupidity.

Sorry, I babble a lot.

//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\//\\

Draco fished around the inside lining of his robe, looking for his wand. When his hand found it, he grinned and made a show of pulling it out, just to rub in Harry's face that he was currently wandless.

"You know, this really is quite sad, me having to do this for you." Draco taunted.

Harry's eye twitched as he tried to regain his composure. "What the fuck are you talking about, Malfoy? You are the one who is insisting of helping me. Had I had it my way I would have gone back to bed an hour ago."

"And bled to death in the process"

"Since when do you care what happens to me? I thought you would have been glad to see me in pain."

"Actually, you're right. Seeing you in pain brings me considerable joy. So what would be the fun in letting you go back to bed? I want you to be here with me, so I can see the blood dripping from your beautiful body"

Harry shook his head and took a deep breath. "Draco. Why. Are. You. Helping. Me" He said, as though talking to a young child.

"Don't talk to me like that" Draco snapped.

Harry felt like crying out in anguish. Why wouldn't Draco give him a straight answer?

"Just being nice, I guess" Draco said with a sly grin.

Harry felt like strangling Draco, but decided that it wouldn't be the wisest thing to do considering that he was bleeding, wandless and basically at Draco's mercy. "Ok. Look, I don't care. If you're going to cast the damn spell then hurry up and do so. If not, let me get back to bed."

"Ah, yes, the spell. Can't have you bleeding to death now, can we?"

Draco placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and with his wand tapped Harry on the chest, three times, just as Harry had said.

As Draco did this, Harry glared at him, owing to the fact that Draco was tapping a lot harder than necessary.

"Haemophilium" Draco said calmly.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut without even realising he was doing so, and waited for the spell to take effect. He sat on the table for almost a minute, waiting for something to happen. His eyes flew open when he heard Draco laughing at him.

"You can open your eyes now, Harry, dear" Draco said, still laughing at Harry.

Harry looked down to notice that the spell had already done its job. He had stopped bleeding and the long cuts up his legs were barely visible.

"I didn't feel anything at all" Harry said in his defence.

"Oh, I'm sure you didn't. Now, can you walk?"

"Of course I can walk" Harry said, sliding off the table. However, no sooner had he placed his feet on the floor then his legs collapsed beneath him.

"Yes, well, sadly that spell only stops the bleeding. It doesn't return the blood that you have already lost. You know, this really is quite amusing, watching the amazing Potter reduced to a pathetic boy who can't even hold himself up."

Harry glared at Draco as he pulled himself up and supported himself on the table. "I'm just fine." And with this he unsteadily started to walk across the room, towards the door.

"Ah well, you're just fine, are you? Well, I suppose you'll be fine to get back to the Gryffindor dormitories, won't you?

"Of course" Harry replied.

"Despite the fact that you are totally lost"

Harry reached the door and paused. He inwardly groaned at what Draco had said. He really did have no idea how to get back to his dorm. As he stood at the door contemplating what he should do, he felt an arm snake around his waist.

"C'mon Potter. Let's get you back to bed."

Harry didn't respond at first. His mind seemed to be working at half capacity due to the fact that he had lost a lot of blood and was tired. He just stood still as Draco opened the door. "I don't need your help" He finally muttered.

"Yes you do" Draco said simply and lead him out into the hallway.

Harry's body went with Draco, despite the fact that his mind didn't want to.

After a while Harry stopped thinking about his predicament and just allowed himself to be lead by Draco. He was weak, tired and just wanted to climb into bed.

Draco found it quite amusing that Harry allowed himself to be lead so complacently. Yet it wasn't surprising, considering that the boy was practically asleep on his feet.

Draco was confident that he could find the Gryffindor common room, even in the dark. He prided himself on knowing every nook and cranny within the school walls.

It really wasn't that far to the Gryffindor common room, yet it seemed to take forever. When they finally reached the fat lady, Harry seemed to come to his senses and pushed Draco away from him.

"I'm fine" He said, swaying on his feet.

"I'm sure you are." Draco said sarcastically.

"You didn't need to help me." Harry said defensively.

"You wouldn't have made it without me." Draco pointed out.

"Yes I would have."

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sure, whatever you say Potter."

Harry turned to the fat lady and muttered the password, "Greenleaf"

The fat lady, although not too pleased about having been woken up, swung open without a word to allow Harry to enter.

As Harry stepped through the door, he stopped and turned once more to Draco. "Why did you bother to help me?"

"Why did you let me help you?" Draco answered cryptically.

"I didn't, you used that creepy spell on me."

Draco laughed. "Oh yes, I did, didn't I? Well, Harry, dear, did it ever occur to you that maybe I don't hate you as much as you think?"

Harry looked at Draco with a slight look of confusion. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to think better of it. Instead he paused a second and then told Draco, "No, that never occurred to me."

"Ah yes, I'm sure it didn't. Well, good night Potter"

Harry didn't say anything, he just turned and started to climb into his common room.

"Hey, Potter" Draco called out, just before the fat lady swung shut.

"Yeah? What?" Harry asked, turning around.

"You really should be careful where you leave your wand. You wouldn't want it to fall into the wrong hands, would you?" And with this, Draco tossed Harry's wand to the stunned boy and turned away down the hall.

//\\//\\//\\//\\\//\\//\\//\\

Draco walked into his dormitory and climbed into his bed. He wanted to be angry at Harry, who hadn't even thanked him for showing him the way back to the Gryffindor common room. He wanted to be angry at Harry for keeping him up so late and nearly letting them get caught by Filch. However, all he could think about was the thrill it gave him to have Harry needing his help. And how nice it had felt to have the boy so close, as they walked through the halls, looking for the Gryffindor common room.

Draco's mind was in turmoil and he knew it would be a while before he would get to sleep. Yet, in spite of himself, he grinned at the thought of how Harry had behaved. The boy sure had a foul mouth, Draco thought to himself. He was so much unlike the perfect Potter that the public was so familiar with. And that thought didn't disappoint Draco in the slightest.

//\\//\\//\\//\\\//\\//\\//\\

Harry stumbled into his dormitory, tripping over Ron's bed as he made his way to his own.

"Hey? That you, Harry?" Ron asked groggily.

"Yeah, go to sleep Ron" Harry whispered.

"Hmmm...Ok" Ron muttered as he drifted off again.

Harry climbed into his bed and lay there, clutching his wand. The past hour seemed almost like some surreal dream. He didn't want to believe that it had happened, yet he couldn't deny it.

He wanted to be angry at Draco, yet he couldn't. After all, he had helped him, hadn't he? Even if he had been a total dickhead whilst doing it.

In fact, he'd quite enjoyed the walk back to the Gryffindor common room as Draco had been really gentle with him and didn't even laugh when he slipped. And this angered him more than anything. He shouldn't have enjoyed it. It shouldn't even have happened. He should have pushed Draco away as soon as he had touched him.

Harry lay there in the dark, and as he started to fall asleep, he suddenly realised something horrible.

He had said the Gryffindor password in front of Draco.

*TBC*

Sorry, not much happened. Sue me. Wait, don't actually.

Well there ya have it. Please review if you feel so inclined. If you're gonna flame, make sure justify your hatred of my fic.