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When Draco's head stopped spinning and he felt his feet land on solid ground, he cought his balance and looked around, stepping out of the fireplace. He crossed the room to the bed in the center, and lay Harry down gently.
"Where are we? Where have you taken me?" he asked wearily, opening his eyes and looking up at the dungeon-like ceiling.
"This is my bedroom, Potter," Draco replied, "calm down."
Harry struggled to pull himself up, sitting on the edge of Draco's bed. He used the robes drapped across his stomach to wipe off his face. Draco was looking at him uneasily, not quite knowing what to do next. He decided to get Harry a glass of water, and disappeared into the bathroom off of his bedroom. Harry wiped his forehead with the robes again, and looked down at them for the first time. The Slytherin emblem was embedded on the blackness, and it was now covered in Harry's blood.
Draco returned with a glass of water, and handed it to Harry, who drank it quickly. Draco was once again at a lose as to what to do next. He watched Harry scoot up and sit back on the black pillows of his bed. The blood he had just wiped off his forehead, eye, and chin was seeping back. Harry wiped his eye with the back of his hand, and flinched as the dirt from his sleeve stung his cut. Draco rolled his eyes. "Let me," he said, disappearing once again into the bathroom, and returning a second later with a wet towel. He sat on Harry's left side and began to wipe his face off. They sat in silence for a moment. Harry found himself closing his eyes and relaxing, despite himself. He felt Draco reach for his robes and begin to pull them off. He flinched away, suddenly realizing the situation and nearly panicking. He was in Draco Malfoy's bedroom..alone. No one to hear him scream. Draco could see the panic in his eyes and leaned back so as not to scare him. Concern flooding him now, Draco eased into the question as if it may explode.
"Harry?" he said quietly.
"What?" Harry responded catiously, very aware of the fact that Malfoy had just called him by his first name.
"What..." Draco gulped, "what happened?"
Harry looked up, and his eyes met with Draco's - shockingly blue and endlessly deep. It was the first time Harry had seen concern and care in the eyes of a Malfoy. Against Harry's previous judgements, he decided to trust him.
"Slytherins..." Harry whispered.
Draco's mind flashed back to Knockturn Alley, and the group of rowdy Slytherins that had passed him by. He now understood why they had been so delighted with themselves. He waited to hear what else Harry wanted to tell him.
"Death Eaters," he continued, "their fathers are Death Eaters." Harry licked his bottom lip, tasting his blood.
*******Flaskback*******
Harry had arrived in Diagon Alley a few nights before, and had been staying in the Three Broomsticks as he had three summers before. His aunt and uncle had decided to go on holiday, and instead of going with them, Harry had chosen to come to Diagon Alley. Walking through the bright sunlight, he passed Madam Milkin's, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and Olivanders. As he crept by the alleyway to Knockturn Alley, a group of Slytherins got sight of him and hurried over.
"Potter," one of them said, "what are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Harry pulled his robes closer around him and began walking away, hoping just to get inside a nearby store where he could occupy himself. He heard the shuffle of feet closing in on him from behind, and then felt a hand on his arm dragging him backward. Harry reached for his wand too late - they had dragged him into Knockturn Alley and pressed him against a wall, pinning him in a way that he could not move his arms.
"You ratted out my father," the same boy said.
"And mine," another said coldly, before punching Harry in the face. He hung his head, trying in vain to curl into a ball and disappear.
Then they were all on him - hitting, kicking, anything they could to cause him pain. After a few minutes, Harry became numb. He didn't particularly care anymore what they did to him. He lay on the cold, damp ground, thrashing around as they kicked him. Suddenly, they all backed away from him, and Harry thought they had left. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he looked up to make sure they had gone. His gaze met with the end of someone's wand, inches from his face. Harry barely had time to register what was happening before he heard it.
"Crucio!"
Harry writhed and withered in unimaginable pain, feeling as if his entire body was being destroyed. He opened his mouth to scream, but he had no breath left in him. Curling into a ball, he began to sob and twitch in his pain.
When it finally stopped, Harry lay on the ground motionless. He wanted desperately to be comforted. Harry found himself deeply wanting to be found by someone who cared - thoughts and yearnings for his mother came into his mind, and he couldn't help himself as he quietly whispered for her. He suddenly felt as if he had to get up; he couldn't just lay there and wait for someone who would never come. His body still twitching and throbbing, he tried to push his weight up, but fell back down. He tried again with the same results. Hanging his head in defeat, he lay back down on the ground as a blurry figure knelt beside him.
*******End Flashback*******
"I thought you were going to kill me," Harry said, looking up into Draco's eyes once more.
Draco wiped at Harry's chin with the towel again. "Can I tell you something?" he said, and Harry nodded.
"I'm not angry you ratted on my father." Draco's familiar drawl was turning to a gentle, comforting whisper.
"You're not?" Harry was now even more confused. "Why not?"
"I have my reasons." Draco said, occupying himself with the dirt under his nails. "It's that girlfriend of yours I can't stand."
"Girlfriend?" Harry asked. "I don't have a girlfriend, Draco." He was strikingly aware that he had just called Malfoy by his first name, as Draco had done to him.
"Granger." he replied simply, then stopped picking at his fingers to look up at Harry.
"Hermione's not my girlfriend," Harry replied with a laugh. "I'm quite sure she fancies Ron in fact."
Harry pulled his robes off. Draco, noticing the vast ammount of blood on Harry's left hand, took it in his right. He began gently wiping Harry's blood from his cut. There was a moment's silence before Harry's curiosity got the better of him. "Do," Harry cleared his throat, "do you have a girlfriend?"
Draco was careful not to look up at Harry as he sneered loudly and replied, "I don't go that way."
"You're...what?" Harry was so confused he barely felt Draco's soft hands on his, taking care not to hurt him further as he tended his wounds.
Draco laughed uneasily. "I'm gay, Harry," he said, suddenly meeting Harry's eyes with his own. "Don't tell anyone though."
Harry shook his head quickly, his mouth half open. Of course he wouldn't tell anyone. Not even Ron and Hermione would believe this. He was confused, and suddenly very tired. Harry felt himself yawn, and Draco jumped up off the bed, crossing the room to a tall black wardrobe. He returned with a pair of dark green pajamas with the Slytherin emblem on them.
"Here," Draco handed them to Harry. "get out of those clothes and get some sleep. You can..." Draco swallowed hard, very aware of what he was about to say, and certain his thoughts weren't the same as Harry's, "you can sleep in my bed tonight. That is, if you don't have anywhere else to be." Harry shook his head again.
Draco crossed the room to the tall, dungeon-like double doors. "Goodnight," he said, and pulled the doors closed as he left. Harry changed into the pajamas Draco had left for him, leaving his own clothes in a semi-neat pile on a nearby armchair. Harry took a deep breath and looked around the room for the first time. Everything was black. There were two armchairs situated around the fireplace, and several shelves full of potions and books on everything from Quidditch to history of the Dark Arts. On the mantel above the fireplace sat a framed photo of Draco and his parents smiling and waving at Harry, who smiled slightly at the thought that Lucius was capable of having a good time. Glancing around more, he concluded it was a place Snape would love. Harry suddenly realized the bizarreness of the situation at hand, as he climbed carefully into Draco's bed.
"I'm in Draco Malfoy's bed," he thought to himself. "I'm wearing his clothes." Harry inhaled and discovered he smelled like Draco. He was shocked to find that he liked the smell, and buried his head into Draco's pillow. Harry drifted off quickly, the memory of Draco's soft hand on his still fresh on his mind.
When Draco's head stopped spinning and he felt his feet land on solid ground, he cought his balance and looked around, stepping out of the fireplace. He crossed the room to the bed in the center, and lay Harry down gently.
"Where are we? Where have you taken me?" he asked wearily, opening his eyes and looking up at the dungeon-like ceiling.
"This is my bedroom, Potter," Draco replied, "calm down."
Harry struggled to pull himself up, sitting on the edge of Draco's bed. He used the robes drapped across his stomach to wipe off his face. Draco was looking at him uneasily, not quite knowing what to do next. He decided to get Harry a glass of water, and disappeared into the bathroom off of his bedroom. Harry wiped his forehead with the robes again, and looked down at them for the first time. The Slytherin emblem was embedded on the blackness, and it was now covered in Harry's blood.
Draco returned with a glass of water, and handed it to Harry, who drank it quickly. Draco was once again at a lose as to what to do next. He watched Harry scoot up and sit back on the black pillows of his bed. The blood he had just wiped off his forehead, eye, and chin was seeping back. Harry wiped his eye with the back of his hand, and flinched as the dirt from his sleeve stung his cut. Draco rolled his eyes. "Let me," he said, disappearing once again into the bathroom, and returning a second later with a wet towel. He sat on Harry's left side and began to wipe his face off. They sat in silence for a moment. Harry found himself closing his eyes and relaxing, despite himself. He felt Draco reach for his robes and begin to pull them off. He flinched away, suddenly realizing the situation and nearly panicking. He was in Draco Malfoy's bedroom..alone. No one to hear him scream. Draco could see the panic in his eyes and leaned back so as not to scare him. Concern flooding him now, Draco eased into the question as if it may explode.
"Harry?" he said quietly.
"What?" Harry responded catiously, very aware of the fact that Malfoy had just called him by his first name.
"What..." Draco gulped, "what happened?"
Harry looked up, and his eyes met with Draco's - shockingly blue and endlessly deep. It was the first time Harry had seen concern and care in the eyes of a Malfoy. Against Harry's previous judgements, he decided to trust him.
"Slytherins..." Harry whispered.
Draco's mind flashed back to Knockturn Alley, and the group of rowdy Slytherins that had passed him by. He now understood why they had been so delighted with themselves. He waited to hear what else Harry wanted to tell him.
"Death Eaters," he continued, "their fathers are Death Eaters." Harry licked his bottom lip, tasting his blood.
*******Flaskback*******
Harry had arrived in Diagon Alley a few nights before, and had been staying in the Three Broomsticks as he had three summers before. His aunt and uncle had decided to go on holiday, and instead of going with them, Harry had chosen to come to Diagon Alley. Walking through the bright sunlight, he passed Madam Milkin's, Quality Quidditch Supplies, and Olivanders. As he crept by the alleyway to Knockturn Alley, a group of Slytherins got sight of him and hurried over.
"Potter," one of them said, "what are you doing out here all by yourself?"
Harry pulled his robes closer around him and began walking away, hoping just to get inside a nearby store where he could occupy himself. He heard the shuffle of feet closing in on him from behind, and then felt a hand on his arm dragging him backward. Harry reached for his wand too late - they had dragged him into Knockturn Alley and pressed him against a wall, pinning him in a way that he could not move his arms.
"You ratted out my father," the same boy said.
"And mine," another said coldly, before punching Harry in the face. He hung his head, trying in vain to curl into a ball and disappear.
Then they were all on him - hitting, kicking, anything they could to cause him pain. After a few minutes, Harry became numb. He didn't particularly care anymore what they did to him. He lay on the cold, damp ground, thrashing around as they kicked him. Suddenly, they all backed away from him, and Harry thought they had left. Spitting out a mouthful of blood, he looked up to make sure they had gone. His gaze met with the end of someone's wand, inches from his face. Harry barely had time to register what was happening before he heard it.
"Crucio!"
Harry writhed and withered in unimaginable pain, feeling as if his entire body was being destroyed. He opened his mouth to scream, but he had no breath left in him. Curling into a ball, he began to sob and twitch in his pain.
When it finally stopped, Harry lay on the ground motionless. He wanted desperately to be comforted. Harry found himself deeply wanting to be found by someone who cared - thoughts and yearnings for his mother came into his mind, and he couldn't help himself as he quietly whispered for her. He suddenly felt as if he had to get up; he couldn't just lay there and wait for someone who would never come. His body still twitching and throbbing, he tried to push his weight up, but fell back down. He tried again with the same results. Hanging his head in defeat, he lay back down on the ground as a blurry figure knelt beside him.
*******End Flashback*******
"I thought you were going to kill me," Harry said, looking up into Draco's eyes once more.
Draco wiped at Harry's chin with the towel again. "Can I tell you something?" he said, and Harry nodded.
"I'm not angry you ratted on my father." Draco's familiar drawl was turning to a gentle, comforting whisper.
"You're not?" Harry was now even more confused. "Why not?"
"I have my reasons." Draco said, occupying himself with the dirt under his nails. "It's that girlfriend of yours I can't stand."
"Girlfriend?" Harry asked. "I don't have a girlfriend, Draco." He was strikingly aware that he had just called Malfoy by his first name, as Draco had done to him.
"Granger." he replied simply, then stopped picking at his fingers to look up at Harry.
"Hermione's not my girlfriend," Harry replied with a laugh. "I'm quite sure she fancies Ron in fact."
Harry pulled his robes off. Draco, noticing the vast ammount of blood on Harry's left hand, took it in his right. He began gently wiping Harry's blood from his cut. There was a moment's silence before Harry's curiosity got the better of him. "Do," Harry cleared his throat, "do you have a girlfriend?"
Draco was careful not to look up at Harry as he sneered loudly and replied, "I don't go that way."
"You're...what?" Harry was so confused he barely felt Draco's soft hands on his, taking care not to hurt him further as he tended his wounds.
Draco laughed uneasily. "I'm gay, Harry," he said, suddenly meeting Harry's eyes with his own. "Don't tell anyone though."
Harry shook his head quickly, his mouth half open. Of course he wouldn't tell anyone. Not even Ron and Hermione would believe this. He was confused, and suddenly very tired. Harry felt himself yawn, and Draco jumped up off the bed, crossing the room to a tall black wardrobe. He returned with a pair of dark green pajamas with the Slytherin emblem on them.
"Here," Draco handed them to Harry. "get out of those clothes and get some sleep. You can..." Draco swallowed hard, very aware of what he was about to say, and certain his thoughts weren't the same as Harry's, "you can sleep in my bed tonight. That is, if you don't have anywhere else to be." Harry shook his head again.
Draco crossed the room to the tall, dungeon-like double doors. "Goodnight," he said, and pulled the doors closed as he left. Harry changed into the pajamas Draco had left for him, leaving his own clothes in a semi-neat pile on a nearby armchair. Harry took a deep breath and looked around the room for the first time. Everything was black. There were two armchairs situated around the fireplace, and several shelves full of potions and books on everything from Quidditch to history of the Dark Arts. On the mantel above the fireplace sat a framed photo of Draco and his parents smiling and waving at Harry, who smiled slightly at the thought that Lucius was capable of having a good time. Glancing around more, he concluded it was a place Snape would love. Harry suddenly realized the bizarreness of the situation at hand, as he climbed carefully into Draco's bed.
"I'm in Draco Malfoy's bed," he thought to himself. "I'm wearing his clothes." Harry inhaled and discovered he smelled like Draco. He was shocked to find that he liked the smell, and buried his head into Draco's pillow. Harry drifted off quickly, the memory of Draco's soft hand on his still fresh on his mind.
