This is my first story.
I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I would be rolling in cash!
Warning: Language and yaoi! You have been warned!
Chapter 1: One Friend for Another
An earsplitting scream filled the halls of Hogwarts castle. Two tall dark figures stood, laughing at a smaller figure slumped down along the wall.
"Shut up or you'll wake someone." A deep voice said with a hint of amusement.
"Crucio!" The other pointed his wand down at the smaller figure and yelled.
The same scream filled the hall again and again.
"Silencio." The first voice laughed.
The sound of footsteps could be heard down the hall.
Both figures turned tail and ran off.
Harry had heard the scream when he was coming back from one of his late night visits to Hagrid in his hut. He was under his cloak and had his map in hand.
'Torturing the first years again.' Harry shook his head.
The Slytherins had been doing that a lot lately. Beating the poor kids to a pulp at any time of the day and then leaving them in the halls.
Harry opened the map to search for any teachers or Filtch going to where the scream came from.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He pointed his wand at the map and whispered.
The ink on the map slowly appeared, showing most of the students and teachers sleeping.
Harry noticed a mark on the map that said 'Draco Malfoy'. He was out of bed.
'Moron.' Harry thought.
Harry stopped walking when he noticed a small trail of blood coming from a limp body, slumped down in the hall.
He couldn't quiet see the person, but he was sure that the kid needed help, fast.
As he pulled off the cloak and ran up to the body he was at a loss for words.
The body in the hall was Draco Malfoy.
'Holy crap.' Harry touched the wound on Draco's shoulder, immediately his hand was covered in blood.
He put an arm underneath the back of Draco knees and the other behind his arms. Harry picked Draco up and ran to the Hospital Wing.
"Harry!" Madam Pomfrey yelled as she came out of he quarters in only her nightgown.
Harry managed not to laugh at her frilly pink nightgown.
"He's hurt." Was all he could say.
She grunted.
"Well I can see that." She growled. "Take him inside."
She unlocked the door and let them into the room.
"Put him on the first bed to the left." She ordered.
Harry did so.
"Take his shirt off so I can look at that wound on his neck." She barked another order.
Harry hesitated and did as he was told, exposing Draco's soft white skin on his torso.
His chest was bruised and he looked like he had been beaten many times before today.
Madam Pomfrey cleaned out his wounds and put bandages on him.
"Harry, do you know anything about this?" Dumbledore had walked in in his robes.
Harry shook his head.
"No, sir. I just heard him scream in the hall. I thought someone was beating up a first year again." Harry shrugged.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"What, may I ask, were you doing out of bed so late?" He asked.
Harry had been caught.
"I went to see Hagrid." Harry hung his head.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Well then," He started, "I could give you a detention and it be over with, but I have something better for you to do."
Harry wanted to let out a groan, but he suppressed it.
"You will stay by Mr. Malfoy's side until he is fully recovered." Dumbledore saw Harry's face drop.
"But, sir, I'll miss my..."
Dumbledore cut him off.
"You'll be excused from your classes until he recovers. Food will be serves to you if you call a house elf." Dumbledore went to walk out and it seemed like he changed his mind, he stepped back in. "As yes, it seems that you've dropped your belongings when you help Mr. Malfoy."
Dumbledore pulled out the Invisibility Cloak and Marauder's Map from his cloak. He handed them back to Harry.
Harry folded up the cloak and waited for Dumbledore to leave.
After Dumbledore left Harry tapped his wand on the folded up map.
"Mischief managed."
The ink disappeared.
Harry put them on the table beside Draco and sat on an extra bed. He soon fell asleep.
Harry was awoken by Madam Pomfrey.
"Harry, Harry." She shook him.
Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. He searched for his classes on the end table and put them on.
His vision cleared and he could now see Madam Pomfrey leaning in front of him.
"He's awoken," She informed Harry, "but he won't talk to anyone or eat anything. Could you try to talk to him?"
She seemed desperate.
As she walked away Harry looked over at Draco. He was lying in his bed, his eyes were wide, and he wasn't saying a thing.
Harry noticed that he was paler than usual. If that was possible.
"Malfoy?" Harry got out of his bed and stood over Draco.
He didn't blink. In fact he didn't even stir.
"Malfoy, say something. Insult me, anything. Just so I know that someone hasn't ripped out your vocal cords."
Draco rolled his eyes.
'Well that's a little progress.' Harry thought.
"I was simply waiting for that vile woman to stop shoving food at me." He growled. "Can't she understand that I'm not hungry?"
Harry sighed.
'At least they didn't beat his attitude out of him.'
"Who brought me in here anyway?" Draco sat up quickly.
But that only brought more pain to him, since 3 of his ribs were already broken. He quickly lay back down.
"That would be me." Harry said. "Oh and 3 of your ribs are broken."
Draco groaned.
"A little late with that, Potter." Draco spat. "How many detentions did you get for being out of bed? Or did the old fart let you off again?"
"Actually I don't have any detentions. I'm stuck babysitting you." Harry pulled up a chair beside Draco's bed and sat in it. "Worse than a detention with Snape."
Draco humphed.
"So, tell me what happened to get you so bloodied up." Harry turned the chair backwards and sat in it. He crossed his arms over the back of the chair and leaned his chin on them.
"What do you care?" Draco hissed and turned his head away from Harry.
"Don't be such a prick, Malfoy. I want to know what made you scream so loud last night."
Draco turned his head back to Harry and let out a very arrogant laugh.
"Why? So you can go back and tell all of your little Gryffindork buddies? I don't think so." Draco glarred daggers at Harry.
"No, I just want to know." Harry sneered.
Draco laughed again and smirked.
"Are you trying to say that you care?" Draco humphed. "I won't tell unless I hear it with my own ears."
Harry glarred at Draco. It was true. He did care.
No, he didn't particularly care for Draco, but he didn't want to see him hurt.
"Fine, I care. Now spill."
Draco frowned.
"I wouldn't accept the Dark Mark. Crabbe and Goyle crucioed me to death in the hallway. There. You happy?" Draco said it all on one breath.
Harry was in deep thought.
'He didn't accept the Dark Mark? I wonder why.'
Draco seemed to be reading Harry's mind. Well, to tell the truth it wasn't really that hard. Harry's eyes were like an open book.
"I didn't want the mark to ruin my beautiful skin." He said sarcastically.
Harry laughed.
"Was that sarcasm I heard?" Harry put his hand behind his ear.
Draco rolled his eyes and let out an aggravated sigh.
"Yes, unknown to most people I can be quiet funny." He sneered.
Somehow Harry didn't believe it. He only believed Draco insulted anyone who got within a five-foot radius of him.
"I find that hard to believe."
The first few days were not stop fighting between them. Soon there was nothing better to do, but get to know each other.
Draco was now sitting up in his bed. His ribs had been healed for a couple of days now.
"Since you were so devious back then, tell me...Do you know where the Slytherin Common Room is?" Draco smirked.
For some odd reason Harry had trusted Draco lately. Draco wasn't the evil person he once knew.
"Do I know where it is?" Harry laughed. "I've been in it. In fact you looked right at me and talked to me."
Draco seemed to be at a loss for words. He couldn't believe a Gryffindor would have the bravery to come near his common room.
"How?" He choked out. "When?"
Harry tapped his chin.
"Ron and I drank the Polyjuice potion. It was in second year. Remember? You found us in the hall. I had my glasses on?" Harry was trying to coax Draco to remember.
Draco choked.
"That...I knew they were acting weird. You! Why did you do that?" He yelled.
Harry motioned for him to quiet down.
"Shhhh.We thought you were the heir of Slytherin, but we were wrong." Harry said regretfully.
They both laughed.
That day they were both released.
They became friends, secretly of course. Not even Ron and Hermione knew. Harry covered his disappearances by saying he was studying for the upcoming N.E.W.T.S.
"We should be studying today! The N.E.W.T.S. are in a matter of hours and all you two can do is eat! Ugh! Look at yourselves!" Hermione had been screeching at them for 15 minutes now.
She had a large Potions book in the place of her food. She hadn't even eaten breakfast that morning.
Meanwhile Harry and Ron stuffed their faces, as usual.
Ron and Harry took the test.
Hermione passed with flying colors. Harry passed. Ron passed. Heck even Neville passed.
They were at the last day of school. This would be the last time they'd see their beloved school through the eyes of a mere student.
So, naturally, they were running about Hogsmeade causing all kinds of trouble.
"I need to do some shopping before we leave forever." Harry waved off Ron and Hermione.
He wanted to leave them unaccompanied today. They had been flirting more than usual lately. Plus Ron had told him that he was going to ask her out today. He wanted to leave them alone for that. Plus he was going to meet Draco today.
He neared the grounds near the Shrieking Shack.
"Your late, Potter." Someone behind him put their hand on his shoulder.
He jumped. Harry turned around to see Draco laughing at him.
"You jumpy today." He commented.
Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I've been having nightmares again. It seems you-know-who is in a bad mood."
Draco heard footsteps coming toward them from Hogsmeade.
Just as he went to warn Harry, Ron and Hermione appeared.
"Harry!" Ron ran to him. "Malfoy, get away. Leave him alone." Ron growled viciously.
"Go pick on someone else!" Hermione snorted.
"Both of you stop! Malfoy's not as bad as you think, I..." Harry was interrupted by Hermione.
"So this is where you've been going! I knew you weren't studying!" Hermione yelled.
Ron grabbed Harry.
"Malfoy's put him under Imperius! Grab him!" Ron yelled.
Harry shifted out of Ron's grip and moved back to Draco.
"He's not bad. Look, if you'd just give him a chance..."
Ron interrupted Harry.
"No. I will not give him a chance. Are you forgetting what's he's done to us 6 years straight? I'm leaving." Ron stormed off.
Hermione followed him. Just before she disappeared back into Hogsmeade she gave Harry a very hurt look.
Draco was about to say something to Harry, but something stopped him. He felt his body becoming numb. He couldn't control it. Most importantly, he was moving involuntarily.
"Malfoy? Malfoy? What's wrong?" Harry started to think it was a joke.
'Kill Harry Potter.' A high-pitched voice told him.
Draco recognized that voice. It was one that he heard many times around the Malfoy Manor. The voice of Voldemort himself.
"Voldemort," Draco faught for control of at least his mouth, "here. Imperius."
Harry understood what he was trying to say. He took out his wand and pointed it at Draco's head.
"Sorry." He apologized for what he was about to do. "Imperio!"
Next thing he knew he was fighting for control of Draco with Voldemort himself.
Sorry about the spelling errors if there are any. And I'm really not good with details so please forgive me.
All reviews are welcome. The good and the bad. Thanks for reading!
I hope you all enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I would be rolling in cash!
Warning: Language and yaoi! You have been warned!
Chapter 1: One Friend for Another
An earsplitting scream filled the halls of Hogwarts castle. Two tall dark figures stood, laughing at a smaller figure slumped down along the wall.
"Shut up or you'll wake someone." A deep voice said with a hint of amusement.
"Crucio!" The other pointed his wand down at the smaller figure and yelled.
The same scream filled the hall again and again.
"Silencio." The first voice laughed.
The sound of footsteps could be heard down the hall.
Both figures turned tail and ran off.
Harry had heard the scream when he was coming back from one of his late night visits to Hagrid in his hut. He was under his cloak and had his map in hand.
'Torturing the first years again.' Harry shook his head.
The Slytherins had been doing that a lot lately. Beating the poor kids to a pulp at any time of the day and then leaving them in the halls.
Harry opened the map to search for any teachers or Filtch going to where the scream came from.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He pointed his wand at the map and whispered.
The ink on the map slowly appeared, showing most of the students and teachers sleeping.
Harry noticed a mark on the map that said 'Draco Malfoy'. He was out of bed.
'Moron.' Harry thought.
Harry stopped walking when he noticed a small trail of blood coming from a limp body, slumped down in the hall.
He couldn't quiet see the person, but he was sure that the kid needed help, fast.
As he pulled off the cloak and ran up to the body he was at a loss for words.
The body in the hall was Draco Malfoy.
'Holy crap.' Harry touched the wound on Draco's shoulder, immediately his hand was covered in blood.
He put an arm underneath the back of Draco knees and the other behind his arms. Harry picked Draco up and ran to the Hospital Wing.
"Harry!" Madam Pomfrey yelled as she came out of he quarters in only her nightgown.
Harry managed not to laugh at her frilly pink nightgown.
"He's hurt." Was all he could say.
She grunted.
"Well I can see that." She growled. "Take him inside."
She unlocked the door and let them into the room.
"Put him on the first bed to the left." She ordered.
Harry did so.
"Take his shirt off so I can look at that wound on his neck." She barked another order.
Harry hesitated and did as he was told, exposing Draco's soft white skin on his torso.
His chest was bruised and he looked like he had been beaten many times before today.
Madam Pomfrey cleaned out his wounds and put bandages on him.
"Harry, do you know anything about this?" Dumbledore had walked in in his robes.
Harry shook his head.
"No, sir. I just heard him scream in the hall. I thought someone was beating up a first year again." Harry shrugged.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"What, may I ask, were you doing out of bed so late?" He asked.
Harry had been caught.
"I went to see Hagrid." Harry hung his head.
Dumbledore nodded.
"Well then," He started, "I could give you a detention and it be over with, but I have something better for you to do."
Harry wanted to let out a groan, but he suppressed it.
"You will stay by Mr. Malfoy's side until he is fully recovered." Dumbledore saw Harry's face drop.
"But, sir, I'll miss my..."
Dumbledore cut him off.
"You'll be excused from your classes until he recovers. Food will be serves to you if you call a house elf." Dumbledore went to walk out and it seemed like he changed his mind, he stepped back in. "As yes, it seems that you've dropped your belongings when you help Mr. Malfoy."
Dumbledore pulled out the Invisibility Cloak and Marauder's Map from his cloak. He handed them back to Harry.
Harry folded up the cloak and waited for Dumbledore to leave.
After Dumbledore left Harry tapped his wand on the folded up map.
"Mischief managed."
The ink disappeared.
Harry put them on the table beside Draco and sat on an extra bed. He soon fell asleep.
Harry was awoken by Madam Pomfrey.
"Harry, Harry." She shook him.
Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes. He searched for his classes on the end table and put them on.
His vision cleared and he could now see Madam Pomfrey leaning in front of him.
"He's awoken," She informed Harry, "but he won't talk to anyone or eat anything. Could you try to talk to him?"
She seemed desperate.
As she walked away Harry looked over at Draco. He was lying in his bed, his eyes were wide, and he wasn't saying a thing.
Harry noticed that he was paler than usual. If that was possible.
"Malfoy?" Harry got out of his bed and stood over Draco.
He didn't blink. In fact he didn't even stir.
"Malfoy, say something. Insult me, anything. Just so I know that someone hasn't ripped out your vocal cords."
Draco rolled his eyes.
'Well that's a little progress.' Harry thought.
"I was simply waiting for that vile woman to stop shoving food at me." He growled. "Can't she understand that I'm not hungry?"
Harry sighed.
'At least they didn't beat his attitude out of him.'
"Who brought me in here anyway?" Draco sat up quickly.
But that only brought more pain to him, since 3 of his ribs were already broken. He quickly lay back down.
"That would be me." Harry said. "Oh and 3 of your ribs are broken."
Draco groaned.
"A little late with that, Potter." Draco spat. "How many detentions did you get for being out of bed? Or did the old fart let you off again?"
"Actually I don't have any detentions. I'm stuck babysitting you." Harry pulled up a chair beside Draco's bed and sat in it. "Worse than a detention with Snape."
Draco humphed.
"So, tell me what happened to get you so bloodied up." Harry turned the chair backwards and sat in it. He crossed his arms over the back of the chair and leaned his chin on them.
"What do you care?" Draco hissed and turned his head away from Harry.
"Don't be such a prick, Malfoy. I want to know what made you scream so loud last night."
Draco turned his head back to Harry and let out a very arrogant laugh.
"Why? So you can go back and tell all of your little Gryffindork buddies? I don't think so." Draco glarred daggers at Harry.
"No, I just want to know." Harry sneered.
Draco laughed again and smirked.
"Are you trying to say that you care?" Draco humphed. "I won't tell unless I hear it with my own ears."
Harry glarred at Draco. It was true. He did care.
No, he didn't particularly care for Draco, but he didn't want to see him hurt.
"Fine, I care. Now spill."
Draco frowned.
"I wouldn't accept the Dark Mark. Crabbe and Goyle crucioed me to death in the hallway. There. You happy?" Draco said it all on one breath.
Harry was in deep thought.
'He didn't accept the Dark Mark? I wonder why.'
Draco seemed to be reading Harry's mind. Well, to tell the truth it wasn't really that hard. Harry's eyes were like an open book.
"I didn't want the mark to ruin my beautiful skin." He said sarcastically.
Harry laughed.
"Was that sarcasm I heard?" Harry put his hand behind his ear.
Draco rolled his eyes and let out an aggravated sigh.
"Yes, unknown to most people I can be quiet funny." He sneered.
Somehow Harry didn't believe it. He only believed Draco insulted anyone who got within a five-foot radius of him.
"I find that hard to believe."
The first few days were not stop fighting between them. Soon there was nothing better to do, but get to know each other.
Draco was now sitting up in his bed. His ribs had been healed for a couple of days now.
"Since you were so devious back then, tell me...Do you know where the Slytherin Common Room is?" Draco smirked.
For some odd reason Harry had trusted Draco lately. Draco wasn't the evil person he once knew.
"Do I know where it is?" Harry laughed. "I've been in it. In fact you looked right at me and talked to me."
Draco seemed to be at a loss for words. He couldn't believe a Gryffindor would have the bravery to come near his common room.
"How?" He choked out. "When?"
Harry tapped his chin.
"Ron and I drank the Polyjuice potion. It was in second year. Remember? You found us in the hall. I had my glasses on?" Harry was trying to coax Draco to remember.
Draco choked.
"That...I knew they were acting weird. You! Why did you do that?" He yelled.
Harry motioned for him to quiet down.
"Shhhh.We thought you were the heir of Slytherin, but we were wrong." Harry said regretfully.
They both laughed.
That day they were both released.
They became friends, secretly of course. Not even Ron and Hermione knew. Harry covered his disappearances by saying he was studying for the upcoming N.E.W.T.S.
"We should be studying today! The N.E.W.T.S. are in a matter of hours and all you two can do is eat! Ugh! Look at yourselves!" Hermione had been screeching at them for 15 minutes now.
She had a large Potions book in the place of her food. She hadn't even eaten breakfast that morning.
Meanwhile Harry and Ron stuffed their faces, as usual.
Ron and Harry took the test.
Hermione passed with flying colors. Harry passed. Ron passed. Heck even Neville passed.
They were at the last day of school. This would be the last time they'd see their beloved school through the eyes of a mere student.
So, naturally, they were running about Hogsmeade causing all kinds of trouble.
"I need to do some shopping before we leave forever." Harry waved off Ron and Hermione.
He wanted to leave them unaccompanied today. They had been flirting more than usual lately. Plus Ron had told him that he was going to ask her out today. He wanted to leave them alone for that. Plus he was going to meet Draco today.
He neared the grounds near the Shrieking Shack.
"Your late, Potter." Someone behind him put their hand on his shoulder.
He jumped. Harry turned around to see Draco laughing at him.
"You jumpy today." He commented.
Harry nodded.
"Yeah, I've been having nightmares again. It seems you-know-who is in a bad mood."
Draco heard footsteps coming toward them from Hogsmeade.
Just as he went to warn Harry, Ron and Hermione appeared.
"Harry!" Ron ran to him. "Malfoy, get away. Leave him alone." Ron growled viciously.
"Go pick on someone else!" Hermione snorted.
"Both of you stop! Malfoy's not as bad as you think, I..." Harry was interrupted by Hermione.
"So this is where you've been going! I knew you weren't studying!" Hermione yelled.
Ron grabbed Harry.
"Malfoy's put him under Imperius! Grab him!" Ron yelled.
Harry shifted out of Ron's grip and moved back to Draco.
"He's not bad. Look, if you'd just give him a chance..."
Ron interrupted Harry.
"No. I will not give him a chance. Are you forgetting what's he's done to us 6 years straight? I'm leaving." Ron stormed off.
Hermione followed him. Just before she disappeared back into Hogsmeade she gave Harry a very hurt look.
Draco was about to say something to Harry, but something stopped him. He felt his body becoming numb. He couldn't control it. Most importantly, he was moving involuntarily.
"Malfoy? Malfoy? What's wrong?" Harry started to think it was a joke.
'Kill Harry Potter.' A high-pitched voice told him.
Draco recognized that voice. It was one that he heard many times around the Malfoy Manor. The voice of Voldemort himself.
"Voldemort," Draco faught for control of at least his mouth, "here. Imperius."
Harry understood what he was trying to say. He took out his wand and pointed it at Draco's head.
"Sorry." He apologized for what he was about to do. "Imperio!"
Next thing he knew he was fighting for control of Draco with Voldemort himself.
Sorry about the spelling errors if there are any. And I'm really not good with details so please forgive me.
All reviews are welcome. The good and the bad. Thanks for reading!