Authors Note: I don't own any of the canon that you see here...the plot, hopefully is mine...I don't think I copied it...Oh yeah, this story contains slash of the major kind, plus rape/descriptive sexual actions, if you're still interested keep going, if you're not, leave now. Flame if you want, that's what the delete buttons for.

Broken

After what seemed like an eternity of pain, I returned back to my dormitory to find everyone up and running. I pulled off my invisibility cloak.

"Hey Harry, where have you been?" Said Ron, who was now dressing by his bed.

I ignored him and slid into my bed trying to forget the dormitory, the people in it, my pain and Draco. Trying to forget I existed. Trying to forget he existed.

"Harry, I-" Ron, failing in his attempts to find the right words to say, cut off his sentance, and with a sad glance he headed out of the dormitory looking as helpless as I felt.

It was so unfair. It was unfair that Draco had taken so much from me. It was so unfair that I was unable to prevent it. Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. I could overpower Voldemort, but not Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, my only weakness. He had given me pain, fear, and overwhelming sadness, and with that he had taken so much more. My pride, my love...my virginity. He had robbed my of my 'innosence'. It was wrong, so wrong what he had done to me.

And yet, I still felt for him.

My feelings for Draco hadn't been lost in those brief but everlasting moments of torture, they had all but intensified. Somewhere in my mind I felt that it would be better next time, somewhere in my mind I knew there would be a next time. There would be a next time, and far from fighting it, I knew I'd embrace it.

Feeling exhausted and broken, I pulled my sheets over my face and stared at the darkness, almost too tired to stay awake, but also too alert to fall asleep. I waited in my cocoon of darkness and warmth until I heard unfamiliar, heavier footsteps walking into the dormitories.

"Harry Potter?" An older voice questioned. The Head Boy was standing next to my bed.

"Yes?" I asked quietly.

"Dumbledore has asked to see you in his office immediately." Said the boy who was looking around nervously, obviously made uncomfortable by the thought of seeing a stranger in his bed clothes.

"Alright. Thank you." I answered him, and he left the room after nodding in my general direction.

Slowly I made my way off my bed and slowly hobbled to the boys bathroom, my towel in hand.

When I had made it to my shower stall, I faced another obstacle. The last thing I wanted to do was undress in a public place. Who knows who could be watching, plotting. I slowly peeled off my clothes, my eyes darting around quickly and I turned on the hot water. I stood under the shower head and too achy to even wash myself I spun around slowly a few times and then walked out of the stall. I dressed in loose fitting black clothing and then snapped my cloak on. Finally I made the slow journey down to Dumbledore's office.

I walked, dully trying to figure out what he wanted from me until a swish of platinum blonde and black stopped me in my tracks. Hearing the commotion, the figure turned around.

His eyes lit up. "Harry" He called, rushing towards me. I stood frozen. He grabbed me by both arms and said, "Can I talk to you? Please?" I looked at him with scared frantic eyes. I meant to scream but my brain shouted words for only me to hear. Monster, monster, get away, please, not again, i won't stop you, you know that, but please not again. Run Harry, run. But I just nodded and let him drag me to an empty classrom. When we were inside he shut the door softly and he brought me closer for a very slow, very sweet kiss and for a minute I forgot why I should not be kissing him. He let me go eventually and then he stepped back, a satisfied smile on his face.

"Harry." He said slowly, "I wanted to tell you that I've had the biggest crush on you for so long." I just stared.

"I've been wanting to tell you for so long but I didn't know how." He hugged me and I stared in shock at the person who had broken me only a few days prior.

"Don't do this." I said weakly, knowing all too well that I had no power to stop him.

"Don't do what?" He asked, looking puzzled. "Harry I'm in love with you."

"You can't be." I said, feeling myself grow faint. "No, not after what you did..."

"After I did what? Harry, what are you talking about? Do you hear what I'm saying?"

"Draco, no, I don't understand."

"Understand what? Don't say you don't feel the same. I felt the way you kissed me back. Don't lie to me, I can feel you."

I looked at his face, so eager and bright and I decided I couldn't fight anymore.

"Okay" I said softly, "So now what?"

"It's Saturday, come with me to the gardens, I could spend the whole day looking at you."

If I hadn't been in so much physical pain then I would've assumed it was a dream. This is how it was supposed to happen.

"First I have to go see Dumbledore." I said to him, as he reached to put my hand in his.

"Oh no." He said, his smile never faltering. "That wasn't Dumbledore who sent that boy. It was me. Let's go."

We headed out to the gardens then, hand and hand. We finally stopped in a shady area and I looked him in the eye.

"Draco, why did you do that last night?" I asked quietly again. I was so confused.

"Oh, let's not talk about this right now." Draco said smiling.

"If you had just asked, I would've let you-"

"I SAID let's not talk about this." His face quickly flashed from giddy, to venomous to giddy again. He sat down and pulled me onto his lap. I still didn't know what to think, but kissing doesn't involve a lot of thinking.

"Harry" said an older voice. "I thought you were coming to see me." It was Dumbledore.

Teaser :

"You forgive me, don't you Harry?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no my brain shouted. But my mouth betrayed me.

"Of course I do Draco." And I crawled into his embrace.