TITLE: The Captive Author: Faby Genre: Romance/Drama Pairing: Harry/Draco Raiting: R Warnings: AU, Slash (Of course). Disclaimer: Obviously, I own nothing. Summary: After Harry killed Voldemort he is captured, but the purposes of his captor are good.

Chapter IV Memories

Harry was sitting comfortably, while he waited Draco for dinner. Draco had a late meeting that afternoon and Harry had nothing to do for a couple of hours and sincerely he didn't want to read, nor did anything else, so he just sit and waited.

Harry recognised he had a problem, he was accustumed, too much, to be near Draco. Incredible, but once his life had turned around, had changed so dramatically, he felt like that life was all he had always known. He was sure that he wouldn't know what to do without Draco's presence if the circunstances were given; to think that months ago his life had been so different.

It was the summer when he celebrated his sixteen birthday, when Dumbledore and other members of the Order prepared him to fight against Voldemort. It had been a horrible summer, he did nothing, but train and a week before the first day of his sixth year at Hogwarts the battle was settled. He still remembered the blood, the curses, the screams... but he was kept apart of the field until Voldemort was visible, just then he was allowed to participated.

It was ironic, Snape had teached him the right spells which would led him to victory; powerful magic had been required to defeat the Dark Lord, but at the end it had been nothing spectacular. The spells had just needed a concentration of all his energy. The same principle of Occlumency had been used to concentrate all his magic. Unfortunately, they had not known it was a trap.

Once Voldemort was dead, the real menace had taken form; Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape and other members of the high ranks of the Order, the Ministery or the Death Eaters had taken control over the battle field.

Harry had been too weak to do anything, but watch how many loyal members of the Order or friends had fought against them, but it was obvious since the beginning that they, the others, had the control.

Then Draco had appeared next to him, he had murmured some spell and darkness had come. Next time Harry opened his eyes, his sorroundings were unexpectedly nice and Draco had been at his side caressing his hair. Harry had told him, after Draco's questions about how he felt, that he had a headache, and Draco had given him a potion which would helped him to sleep a little more, apparentely he had been still too weak to do anything, but dream.

That was the first time he stepped (even if he was unconscious), saw and entered the Manor, Malfoy Manor, ironically his supposed prison became little by little his home.

Harry remembered the first conversation he had with Draco. It had taken placed the day after his capture, his headache was long forgotten and he was hungry, very hungry. Harry could see as if he was there Draco placing a tray with food on his lap. Of course he had eaten, after all you aren't captured to sleep in a magnificent room all sunny and bright, in a soft bed, just to be poisoned. After he had eaten a little, Draco had sent away a house elf with the tray and once it was done, Draco had explained him the situation.

Harry couldn't denied the genious of the plan, they (the group in power: Malfoy, Snape, Zabini and others) had waited and helped him in the defeat of Voldemort and once it was done, they had taken the control of the Wizard World, when the Ministery and theOrder were on their weakest state. But what Harry didn't understand at the beginning was why he was still alive and to his surprise he learnt that Draco had been the one who had spared him of being put in prison. God, he would never understand completely, how Draco could have been so obsessed with the idea of them being together, because he didn't believe him at first when Draco had told him that he had saved him, because he loved him. How could you believe something like that, when it's your rival the one saying it.

To his surprise, Draco spent the next days talking to him of simple things, telling jokes, asking him about his favorite food, color and flowers, while the nights were spent playing card games or reading. Harry discovered later that he had been seduced; Draco had taken his time to show him the real Draco, the one who cares, the one who loves him, the one Harry came to love.

-"Harry, what are you doing?" Draco entered and placed a kiss on Harry's forehead.

-"Nothing, just thinking." Draco sit next to him and Harry hugged him.

-"About?" Draco was still afraid of losing him and even of being the second in his heart.

-"You, of course." Harry kissed him softly and put his head on Draco's chest smelling his scent. "And dinner." Harry added.

-"You little..." Draco liked when Harry was happy.

-"You can not blame me, it's late."

-"Why didn't you eat with my mother."

-"Because it's not the same." Harry hesitated and added a second later. "I missed you." That night they took dinner on bed.

*** *** *** I really want to thank every single reviewer for writing that nice comments. I read them all and if things go fine, perhaps the story will be longer of what I have thought, but that's something beyond me and my quill (or better pen).

I hope that you won't find many grammar mistakes in the next chapters, but that's in the hands of my muse that some days speaks English and others she simply refuses to cooperate. And I'll better go before my muse decides to leave me to my own luck.