A/N- Ok, I know everyone wants to kill me because I said I wouldn't take as long as I did the last time to update... and I realized that tomorrow it will make two months that I haven't updated. But I'm sorry this chapter can't be rushed and I do I have a real life and 3 other stories to tend to. But to make up for my lack of reviews here is a short preview of the next chapter which is titled 'Paradise Lost'. So I hope everyone will forgive me and enjoy this!

Ciao

Long after Draco had left slamming the door behind him, Harry had laid on the bathroom floor quietly sobbing. He had done this; he had pushed Draco away to the point where the blonde couldn't take it anymore. So why was he crying now after achieving his goal? Easy... He still loved Draco, but he had to do this. Draco deserved someone who wasn't a murder.

Harry's crying subsided and slothfully he dragged himself to the tub and turned both the faucets for hot and cold water, watching as the tub filled itself with clear blue water. When it was half-filled he got in, clothes and all. The blood that had dried on his hands washed away and blended with the water.

Harry was staring at the tile wall ahead of him not really seeing anything in front of him, just thinking of Draco and if he really wanted to let him go. But he was afraid and his fear was holding him back. His eyelids were feeling heavy and he felt so tried, he let himself fall of asleep, embracing the darkness.

(Dream)

He was lying on a soft bed. That much Harry knew he couldn't remember everything at once and wondered why he felt so dazed. Then he remembered, Tom Riddle had forced fed him some pill that put him to sleep almost in minutes. Now he was waking and becoming aware of everything, in particular a warmth that was coming from something on top of him and it wasn't a blanket for none covered him. That's when he took notice that someone was sucking gently on his neck... and there was only one other person in the flat with him.

Harry's eyes shot open in fear and rage. Sure enough he found Riddle on top of him his lips on his neck. Catching the man by surprise he punched him hard enough to send Riddle toppling over the side of the bed. Harry stood up fast and made his way to the door. Riddle stood up and looked around for a moment before they landed on Harry.

A dazzling smile graced his handsome face. "Harry, love you're up!" Riddle said as if he hadn't been pushed off the bed.

But Harry wasn't paying attention to him, his focus was on the door that he had reached and was now twisting the door knob only to find it lock. With dread in the pit of his stomach he turned to Riddle, who's face held a smug look to it. He was holding up the keys.

"Now don't get excited but it's time for our bath." He said as if he was speaking to a slow child, taking a step towards Harry who backed into the door.

"Our bath? Are you hard of hearing or maybe you haven't gotten it through your thick head that, I HATE YOU!" Harry roared glaring at Riddle.

The smile left his face and went cold in matter of seconds that Harry almost didn't catch it. He advanced on Harry, and even though he tried to get away Riddle caught the back of his shirt and slammed him into the door. Riddle tried to take his jeans off and was ripping at his shirt but Harry slapped his hands and fought back furiously, he refused to go down without a fight. Seeing red Riddle grabbed him by the throat and smashed his head into the door, hard.

Harry saw stars and fought to stay conscious. His vision was shadowy and his hearing fuzzy; it felt like from afar that he was hearing Riddle.

"Now that's a good boy. You'll see we'll have a lot of fun." Riddle picked him up and carried him to the bathroom.

Harry felt like he was drowning and there was a ringing in his ear. Breathing was becoming harder and harder and soon he knew he would die. The ringing only got louder.

Harry gasped, eyes widening.