Chapter 4 - For you, only you

Draco reached the hospital wing just in time to hear the Pomfrey wretch, as he called her, yelling at Ron and Hermione to leave. As two thirds of the Gryffindor trio came out of the door marked Infirmary they spotted the Slytherin and glared with all ll their might. As they passed Ron whispered, "Stupid bouncing ferret."

Draco almost made the choice to turn around and punch the magic out of the Weasel, but decided against it. Harry was more important then some petty rivalrey. When he pushed open the door all he saw were empty beds and at the very end by the large stain glass windows was Harry.

It seemed to take hours to reach the other boy. Draco could see the blood stained sheets from where he was; he could see Harry was lying on his stomach and that blood was dripping from the deep gashes on his back.

"'He looks so tired." Draco thought. Small tears were running from Harry's eyes, but they were silent. His shirt had been removed and rocks could be seen with in the gashes.

"Move aside Mr. Malfoy!" Pomfrey said as she bustled by him to treat Harry's wounds.

"Wait!" Draco said, as she was bout to give the now shaking Harry a healing potion. "I know a faster way to heal him, but keep that potion here for me."

At that moment she knew what he was going to do. "Mr. Malfoy I will not allow you to put your self in danger. As a medi-nurse I-!" "I have to do this." He said firmly.

"He's my Partner. So as such I am obligated to do this for him." Draco placed his left hand on Harry's. "You're going to be all right. Though..." He paused looking at Madam Pomfrey who gave a reluctant nod. "This may hurt a bit."

Draco with drew his hand placing both of his hands directly in the center of Harry's ruined back. "Ah..!" Harry let out a small cry as Draco began. His wounds burned with the new pressure being put upon them. Draco was singing, sort of. It was some kind of spell, but more of a chant and it was in that same language in which Draco had sang to him that first night.

White light was flowing from Draco's hands like water, as the light flooded Harry's deep cuts they healed instantly pushing the rocks and dirt up out of his flesh. Draco's chanting soon became more pained and quick as he went on. The sound of some sort of liquid could be heard falling on the ground. Draco's chanting didn't stop until Harry was fully healed, then the Slytherin collapsed.

Draco had his teeth clinched in pain as Harry lifted himself from the be he saw what was wrong...

Draco had taken the wounds into himself. The dripping form before was the sound of blood falling from Draco's back. "What did you do that for?" Asked Harry in a hushed voice.

"I did it for you...my Heshnath. You were in pain and so...I took it away." Draco was gasping for air as he tried to stand under the omince throbbing from the pain in his back.

"Heshnath? What..?" Harry asked as he and the medi-nurse helped Draco to a clean bed.

"It means your mine, but you would call me your Soulith because I'm the dominant one..." Draco breathed deeply trying to make some of the pain go away.

"So what am I, Malfoy? Your bitch?" Draco winced. "Mr. Potter!" The old medi-nuse scolded, she had about had enough today. "Sorry...I think I should go...this it just a bit too much right now..."

And with that Harry transfigured a shirt from a sheet and walked out the door not looking back to see the hurt look in Draco's eyes as he watched the ungrateful Heshnath leave.

It was hours later when Harry woke up in his new dorm. He had fallen asleep thinking about what had happened that day or yesterday as it was now well after twelve. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head as he asked him self why anyone would take that much pain into their own flesh for him. No one ever protected him from anything and when they did it usually backfired.

It just felt so strange suddenly having a guardian angel on his side. Of course maybe Draco was just using him like everyone else had before the final battle. No one had come to his aid in the last stand against Voldimort; He'd been alone and in many ways, he was convinced he still was.

He slowly pulled himself out of his dream world and back to reality. "'Reality..." He thought, "I wish I could stay away forever."

Once he'd gotten up he looked around and spotted his fathers cloak. "Dad..." He pulled it on sneaking out of his dorm room and into the hollows of Hogwarts. He knew were he was going the Chamber of Dreams, a large circular room with an enchanted ceiling like the great hall and four large wooden door entrances all around it. He'd found it on one of his many escapades around the castle. It hadn't been on the marauder map and had been hard to find. It was at the top of one of the towers off limits to all persons. It was his safe haven he'd sit for hours and think about his life why it had to be the way it was.

Why he was alone...

Although, Harry didn't end up at the chamber that night, in fact, he didn't end up any were near it. He found him self instead, in front of the Hospital wing door.

Slowly, not really knowing why he was there in the first place, he pushed the large wooden doorframe open. Looking down the rows of beds he found Malfoy. He looked on from the edge of Draco's bed as his breaths came slow and shallow.

The wounds were almost healed now from the healing solution Pomfrey had given him and his Elvin powers. "You can take that damned cloak off you know." Came a soft, but still droning voice. Harry jumped pulling off the cloak and staring at the other.

"'How did you know?" Harry asked after sitting down in the armchair beside the other boy and composing himself.

"Your sent remember? Smelt like you were worried to me." Malfoy drawled as he tried to lift himself from the bed, but was brought back down by shots of pain running up his back. He lay there hissing as he subconsciously felt the bed sink slightly on his left side and a hand being placed in his platinum locks.

"I wasn't worried. You're too much of a stubborn bastard to die or something." Draco knew Harry was lying again, but he didn't have the strength to argue. Draco looked up at an angle to see Harry staring back at him. Draco's eyes were never clear no one could read them not even his murdering father who was now rotting in Azkaban for killing his mother last summer.

Harry on the other hand could always hide his emotions on the outer layer, but his eyes always gave him away, and right now all Draco could see was pain and regret. "Don't beat your self up over this Potter. I did it for you, but like you said I'm too much of a bastard to let something like this kill me." "Yeah..." Harry pulled his hand from Malfoy's hair and made to leave, but stopped when Draco said, "stay...I know you want to."

Harry turned around and sat in the armchair beside the bed. "I know you can't sleep without thoughts damned nightmares unless I'm there." "That's not true!" Harry protested. Draco just gave a quizzical look to the other boy. "Harry..." Draco said softly.

"Malfoy I'm alri-" Harry began to protest. "No you're not! And don't you damn well lie to me Potter!" Harry just lay back in the chair not speaking to the other boy for a while. "Malfoy?" Harry said after some time, breaking the silence between them.

"Yes?" "I didn't get a chance to tell you earlier, but I guess the right thing to say to you for what you did for me is..." He paused thoughtfully looking at Malfoy. "Thank you." "Any time...Harry."

Later Harry pulled a cover off one of the other beds and curled up in the chair falling into a deep sleep. Draco watched his Heshnath for some time before he followed.

It felt nice to fall asleep so close to someone who was as alone in the world as he was.

TBC...

A/N:

Another little Q&A for my fans:

Questions from Winter Angel.

Q. Does Draco have elfish ears?

A. No he does, but when he's feeling a strong emotion or something else (which I'm not going to say now) happens his ears grow out and so does his hair.

Q. Does anyone else know Draco's a half-elf beside the people mentioned?

A. No, but they will later.

Q. Will Draco or Harry be on top?

A. Umm...maybe this chapter answered that? (Maybe not, I like keeping my secrets and surprising my readers)

Q. Will there be mpreg?

A. Good question. Maybe I'll mention it or something. I can't say I haven't thought that much on it yet, but I'm really keeping the details on the D.L. for now though because if it does happen it will tie in with the major plot and its very likely not in the way your thinking.

Q. Can I be your beta?

A. I'll get back to you because I'm a little of a control freak.

A QUESTION ALL OF MY READERS NEED TO READ:

Q. Do I care what snooty, immature, posers say about my fic?

A. Hell no. (Unless it's constructive criticism, that's good)

Sorry, about that last one. Its just I got a stupid review from an anon named Rebecca who felt she/he had to flame me. I dislike people who are that immature. Whatever. Well, until next time. XD