Title: For You

Author: Ray

Rated: R

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Chapter 03

Harry opened his eyes, the world around him once more on its side, horizontal trees darting out. He fixed his glasses, noticing his surroundings. The trees here were not like before, they were short, but definitely taller than Harry. The ground had grass, but it still contained the ebony darkness like before. How the grass or trees managed to grow it's lush green leaves were beyond Harry.

The Gryffindor searched around briefly for the blonde boy, but was not in sight.

There was only a dim light, but ahead of him, far in the distance was a faint glow of luminosity. He turned around, noticing a wall of trees blocking his way. He refrained from touching it, in case vines decided to curl around his arms and pull him elsewhere.

With the thought of heading towards the glow of illumination, Harry started on his way. Harry placed his hands briefly at the pocket of his robes, thankful for a contact with slender wood through fabric.

With all his studies, he'd never quite discovered and read about an area such as this, mysterious and somewhat frightening.

He walked with calm steady pace, unsure of what was to lie ahead, or what the light ahead of him bestowed.

Harry doesn't understand why, but he had a sudden urge to see the blonde boy, to lay eyes on him to assure his wandering thoughts. Was he alright?

It had not been long till he got to the tree, glowing it's mysterious blue aura. It was fairly large, different from all of the rest. It's leaves were scarce, brown and withering. It looked as if it was in pain, the barks only apparent to the eyes. He moved closer, quickly finding that he was being drawn to it. As he got closer, he placed his hand forward, waiting for the contact.

"Don't touch it!" Came a yell. Harry quickly snapped from his trance and looked at the blonde that stood not too far away. "You stupid git, you could have gotten killed." He growled.

Harry just looked in awe at Draco, unable to form words into his mouth, so he just looked and kept his hand still outstretched in front of him dumbly. The blonde walked over and swapped the Gryffindors hand roughly, getting a slight whimper from the black haired boy.

"You slimy bastard, that hurt." He whined, rubbing his stinging arm.

"Serves you right for being a bloody idiot."

"Who asked you." Responded Harry quietly as Draco walked passed him, away from the tree. Just as Harry turned around to follow, he felt a stab in his right shoulder. Sharp pain shot through his whole body as he felt life being literally drained from him.

He grunted, being gradually taken into a state of shock. He fell to his knees, his vision blurring before closing into a blanket of darkness.

As the gryffindor opened his eyes, a sharp stab was still ringing madly in his body. In hopes of depleting it, he closed his eyes tight and regretted awakening. As it slowly ebbed away, he came to his senses and decided to look around at his surroundings.

Opening his eyes, he realised they were hidden in a low tree, coming to the conclusion that they were still near the tree and inside this unknown region of land. He looked to his side and noticed Draco's sleeping figure. But something was not right to the boy. Draco was sprawled... underneath him, his head over the Slytherin's stomach.

Gasping in shock, he tried madly to sit up, but failed miserably as his head fell back with a slight thud against the blonde. He was quickly awaken and groaned loudly at the rude intrusion of his sleep.

"Potter, do you realise how rude that was?" He groaned, rubbing his temples and sitting up on his elbows.

"Malfoy..." Harry grunted, struggling to keep the pain at bay. "Why is my head... on you."

A furious blush swam in Draco's cheeks as he noticed his mistake. "Don't be silly, you just needed some proper rest so we can get going next thing in the morning." He tried to reason, but found it hard due to his light stammering.

Harry wasn't able to respond, instead closed his eyes and jarring his teeth together. The pain had intensified, making him whimper.

"Are you alright?" Whispered Draco, honestly concerned. Harry shook his head, eyes shut even tighter if it was at all possible. Draco started to sit up straighter, resting Harry's head on his lap now. "I tried to make some medicine with the leaves that are around here, but none of them seem effective." He started unwrapping the make-shift bandage that was around Harry's shoulder.

The Gryffindors eyes shot open. "What are you doing?" He asked.

"I have to check if your bleeding." Draco seethed, clearly not able to take Harry's annoyance right now. Harry didn't comply any further as Draco went about to unravel the cloth.

It had turned dark purple, the cut not seeming to heal at all. Draco ran his finger near the rim of the cut, making Harry hiss.

"Sorry." He apologized. He removed his hand and stared down at the face of the dark-haired boy. His eyes were closed, clearly in pain and Draco had no idea what to do.

Harry didn't hear the blonde's apology. Instead, pain buzzed through his skull, spreading through his whole body. He grunted, the growing pain slowly delving him into the near stages of shock.

"Potter, Potter!" Draco almost shouted. He was concerned for the git, but he didn't know what to do. He wasn't taught any spells of recovery or medicine, all he's ever been taught were offensive and defensive spells. "Potter, don't do this." He said, sounding like a plea to his ears.

He cupped Harry's face, his eyes shut tight and eyebrows deeply furrowed, sweat building up on his forehead, making his hair cling to the skin. The thunderbolt scar was exposed on his skin, that which marked him The-Boy-Who-Lived.

"Open you're eyes you reckless git!" Draco almost shouted, wiping away the sweat that was slowly trickling its way down Harry's face. He didn't know why it mattered so much for the boy to live, but it was dire to him, and he needed, wanted the boy to live once more.

"Draco..." Harry whispered, opening his eyes to look up at Draco. A smile adorned the blonde's lips, relief running through his system, although much of the pain hadn't ebbed away yet.

Tears streamed down Harry's eyes. "Harry..." Draco breathed. "You'll be alright, you'll be alright." He soothed, feeling Harry's pain stay at bay for the meantime. Draco closed his eyes and breathed out once more.

"You called me Harry." The dark-haired boy whispered, eyes still focused on the Slytherin who was towering over his face.

"And you called me Draco." The blonde replied, opening his eyes to the boy below him, their eyes dancing upon each other for longer than comfort deemed its friendship.

Draco cleared his throat and sat back up, blushing and looking anywhere but at Harry. "Do you have any ideas as to how to get out of here?" Harry asked, feeling the same crimson blush upon his cheeks. He was still quite aware that his head was still resting on blonde's lap, feeling the blonde itch for him to remove such atrocity, but Harry decided to play his cards.

"I've thought about apparating." Draco said. If it wasn't so much for the pain, Harry would have gladly slapped himself in the face for not thinking it.

"Why didn't you?" Asked Harry curious. Harry knew, that had he gotten his license to Apparate, he would have done so, but he never thought about asking the blonde, or if he had a license as of yet.

"No license." He responded.

"That's never stopped you before." Harry had intended on keeping the comment to himself, but it blundered out of his mouth, quickly snapping his eyes to Draco to see his reaction, which wasn't well at all.

Draco glared down at Harry, making the dark-haired boy almost squirm in his position. "I'm all for breaking rules, Potty, but only in Hogwarts. I'm not one to join those rats in Azkaban." He almost snarled.

"If you don't use it, aren't you afraid you might die here instead?"

"Understand this, Potter." Draco said, keeping his eyes locked with Harry's, the eyes that always burned through Harry, challenging him. "That I am not afraid of death, and as corny as that may sound, I'll sacrifice myself for anything I deem worthy."

Harry kept silent and broke the eye contact, finding Draco's cold look not of much interest at the moment. Harry lifted himself from Draco's lap and sat up, back turned tot he blonde. He let out a sight and struggled to get up.

"What're you doing?" Asked the blonde.

"Looking for a way out." As he said it, traces of pain could be pinpointed in his almost whimpering voice, but he chose to ignore and started walking aimlessly. The blonde decided to follow and stood up as well, robes billowing behind him. He grasped his wand, ready for any other attack.

Harry reached the wall of trees, placing his hand against it. They were thin and they aligned against each other like puzzle pieces. There was no looking on the other side. Mustering up what courage he had, he lifted his hand and placed it gently against a single trunk. To his relief, nothing happened to him, but was also disappointed they hadn't spread apart for him. He sighed and moved along the wall, hoping to come up with a gap which provided them a way into the outside world.

"Potter, might I ask what the bloody hell you're doing?" Draco asked annoyed behind him.

"Instead of whining at me, Malfoy, why not help me for a way to get through this tree wall... thing." He said, hitting the tree with a slap of his hand.

Draco thought for a second. He was taught a spell that required him to move objects... even trees.

"Did you hear me?" Harry asked turning around, but was ignored. Draco was concentrating, words not registering to his ears. His train of thought seemed elsewhere and he was looking at the ground. "Malfoy?" He asked again, stepping into his line of vision.

Draco snapped from his thoughts and glared at Harry. "What?"

"Did you hear me?" Asked Harry, gentler this time. He didn't want an outraged Draco with him, trapped in this God forsaken place.

"No I didn't, now bugger off, I'm trying to think of the spell that makes objects moves, even trees." With that, Harry backed off and left the blonde to delve deep into his own thoughts.

Feeling the pain start to strike back into his shoulder, Harry winced and decided to sit down instead, leaning his back against the dark brown colour of a tree. He bit his lip to keep from whimpering, tilting his head up.

"Mobilis." Draco mumbled to himself. "Mobilis what... Mobilis something." He shot his head up and searched for the other boy. He was leaned against the tree, holding his injured shoulder. Draco quickly jogged to his side and knelt down beside him. "Does it hurt?" He asked.

Harry only nodded his head in response, feeling tears trickle once more down his cheeks. It was getting too strong. He was sure now that he was poisoned.

"Harry!" Draco called as Harry started to droop his eyes close, limping. The Slytherin held his body before it had a chance to limp it's way onto the green grass below, holding the suddenly pale body of the Gryffindor. He wrapped one hand more securely around the smaller boy and gripped his other wand on another. "Dear Merlin, don't let my mother or father be home." He muttered, and without another hesitation, he voiced out his family incantation and the two bodies disappeared.

"Surely there is something we can do Professor!" Hermione was at the brink of breaking down in tears, but Ron was there to clasp her by the shoulder and kept her from it.

"I'm sorry my dear, but there is nothing we can do. The ministry is doing all that they can in their power, but due to the report of our Amazon spy, Azriel, Voldemort's forces are gathering and they find that a single boy is not of real necessity at this very moment." He said, his voice calm as always, never faltering.

"But sir--" Hermione was willing to argue some more, but the wise man held his hand up to her.

"I know Harry is more than a necessity, but I cannot change the beliefs of others. They do what they must and they hold what they think is best and their decisions cannot be altered, no matter how much complaining may come from us."

"Can't we--"

"That is quite enough Hermione." The headmaster said. "Although beliefs cannot be changed, it does not mean their beliefs are one of the same. Others understand the need for Harry, others like Ron's father."He smiled then. "You should be thankful Ron's father is on the search, for it not for him, there would be no searching for Young Harry Potter at all."

Hermione let out a sigh, clearly defeated.

"Now take heed, I believe the both of you have classes soon." The headmaster cleared his throat then and went back to his paper works, dismissing the two from his office.

Once outside, the long haired girl fretted. "Ron, something must be done!" She wailed, shocking Ron with her sudden outburst.

"But what can we do?" Replied the red-head in a much softer tone.

"I don't know, think of something!"

"But that's your department." Ron was suddenly becoming aware of Hermione's frustrated mood and decided to zip his mouth close. "You heard Professor Dumbledore, my father is on the search for him, and knowing my father, he won't quit till he is found, so please, don't fret." He placed his hands on her shoulder, hoping to calm the girl, which thanks to Merlin, happened.

"I guess you're right." She sighed. "But that can't stop me from worrying."

She let Ron lead her back to the Gryffindor common rooms to get their belongings for their first class of the day, which was unfortunately Snape's class.

When Harry opened his eyes, a buzz of pain quickly registered first in his brain. He clutched at the source, hoping to calm it, which thankfully, it did. With all thoughts of pain pushed aside, he looked around the room.

A room.

The walls were dark green, the colours of a forest. The walls stretched high up to the ceiling, where atop there; line decorations at the corners. The white ceiling held a gorgeous chandelier and where it hung from, was a circular pattern, making your eyes map out the whole entity of the line.

On both sides of the bed were windows that reached almost the same height as the ceiling. Tied loosely to the side were silver draping, silk to the eye. Sun filtered through the window, causing a glow in the room. Harry looked at the four poster bed he was sitting up upon. A decoration of snake was etched on each post and the same silk draping was tied also loosely by the wall, near the headboard. A colour that matched the wall was also among the blankets that was covering Harry from the waist down. The emblem of the Slytherin house was shown vaguely on it, but was obscured by the ruffle of the blanket.

A small living room was set up at the centre of the room, books and magazines scattered about on the glass table top. At a corner of the room, stood Quidditch equipments. There were exactly two doors, one to the left, centre wall of the room and exactly on the opposite, on the right, was the same.

On the right, the door opened, and quickly, panic ran through Harry's veins. Draco walked in and along with him, a house elf, holding a tray of food, but Draco unaware of Harry's awaken form, looking at him. He walked up towards the bed, and only when he was about a few paces away had he noticed Harry... awake.

"Oh, you're awake." He smiled.

Harry only gazed back in reply. He didn't know what he was doing here, in this room, in his room, in Draco Malfoy's room. He would open his mouth, but close again once finding that words would not escape through the gape.

"I'd appreciate it very much if you quit staring at me, Potter." Draco kept himself from seething as the house elf displayed the tray of food in front of Harry. "Now eat, you need energy." After the food was served to the subject, the house elf immediately ran off towards the door, closing it soundlessly behind.

Thoughts as to why Draco was being nice to Harry ran non-stop in his head, confusing him. He didn't know why he was here, or what Draco's future plans were, but he was alert and decided that he wasn't at all hungry.

"I'm not hungry." Harry whispered in reply.

Draco shot his head back to look at Harry coldly. Harry gulped, wishing that he could take back those words he had just let out. Under the blankets, the Griffyndors hand roamed over the sheets quietly, hoping to come into contact with a piece of wood, but with no such luck. Harry gulped once more.

"You haven't eaten properly, now I'll be damned if you give me shit such as that, Potter." Though the words were let out angrily between the clenched white bars of perfectly aligned teeth the Slytherin had, it was caring nevertheless.

Harry looked away from silver ice and stared at the emblem of the Slytherin house on the blanket, focusing and restraining himself from shouting at the blonde to quit gazing as if he owned two heads. But he wouldn't do that, he was afraid of his retaliation, but had he had his wand in hand, his courage would not have been so low.

Instead he asked, "What am I doing here?" It came again as a whisper, not finding enough energy to make it any louder. "Why am I here, Malfoy?"

The blonde let out an exasperated sigh, moving over to the couches and plonking himself down on a seat, his direction directly in front of the bed. His eyes were closed, and head rested and tilted back slightly. "You were poisoned, and there was no other way of getting rid of it. I don't even receive gratitude from you, how rude."

"But why am I--"

"I'm not finished you bloody prat!" Draco scolded, snapping at Harry, thus causing the Griffyndor to look away once more and tilt his head down in shame. "Using an old spell every Malfoy was taught from birth, I brought us back here to treat your wounds and rid of the poison. Now eat, I'll answer your forsaken questions when you've done."

Without another word, Harry took the tray into his lap and started eating as quietly as he could at the food he was offered, which was amazingly not too bad. Once done with the tray of food, he placed it aside on the large bed and looked at Draco's figure, still sitting on the bed, hands placed across his chest and staring at Harry, eyebrows furrowed.

"Must you look at me like that?" Harry said to the blonde, unable to look at the darting eyes of the Slytherin. "It scares me." Harry whispered. He looked elsewhere, hoping to find something of interest.

He looked down at himself as the Slytherin remained quiet, Harry feeling the eyes of the blonde upon him, watching him. He was wearing a black shirt, with once again, the Slytherin emblem over his left chest, over his heart.

He looked up at Draco and furrowed his eyesbrows. "Why am I wearing this?" He asked childishly. "I don't want to wear this.. this... thing!"

Draco let out a sigh as he stood up. "You're annoying. I don't understand how people can stand to be around you." Draco went to his closet, opened it and disappeared behind the door. Harry tilted his head to see if he could peer inside, but seeing as how it wasn't possible, he simply stayed sitting down on the bed, looking at nothing in particular.

Draco's room was neat, sophisticated and overall, comfortable. It didn't hold the menacing visage many Gryffindors had imagined. It wasn't dark; walls painted with black or blood red paint, if not true blood itself, and there certainly were no spider webs, or horrid statues that are frozen in time, screaming.

Draco stepped through the door, walking towards the bed and throwing another material at the dark-haired boy. Harry glared at him before holding the piece in front of his face, examining and looking for any signs of Slytherin markings. Satisfied, he looked at Draco who was, unfortunately, looking back at him, hands crossed at his chest.

"Could I have a moment of privacy?" Harry asked cheerfully. "I'm very self-conscious." Harry's smile was none too convincing but Draco rolled his eyes and got out. Harry quickly stripped himself of the shirt he was currently wearing and slipped into the other one. Maroon, closer to his house colours.

"You done?" Asked the blonde coldly behind the door.

"Yes." Draco came back in, a look of disgust on his face. Harry in turn hopped out of the bed, avoiding his face. He was wearing the same pair of pants he had worn when he started this and was thankful it was not damaged, to his amazement. He noticed his pair of shoes sitting quietly by the foot of the be and placed them on.

He went to one of the large windows, looking out to the open field that stretched till it hit the edges of a river. Trees grew separately from each other, trimmed perfectly into a circle.

Harry turned around and looked back at the silver eyes that belonged to the blonde. "May I please have my wand back?" Harry asked as nicely as he could.

"No." Draco said simply, his devoid of any expression.

"Why not?" Harry whined, moving towards the blonde. "I want my wand back! Where did you place it, Malfoy?" Harry stood in front of Draco now, looking at him frustrated.

"With attitude such as that, you most definitely will not get your wand back." An evil smirk placed themselves on Draco's lips, loving the reaction he got from the dark-haired boy.

Harry in turn could almost breathe fire through his nostrils and steam from his ears. He wanted his wand back, he wanted the only protection and weapon he had. "That's not funny." He stated.

"I do believe I did not mention that, now did I, Potter?" Draco replied. He loved annoying the Griffyndor, doing it every chance he had, and today was simply no exception, whether the situation was quite dangerous or not.

"I want my wand back, now!" Harry demanded, clenching his hands into fist.

The Slytherin let out another sigh, which seemed to intensify the annoyance of Harry. "Watch your tone." He waved his index finger to further show his control over the situation.

Harry huffed in reply and stormed out of the room. He clearly would not and will not stand for this. It was enough that he received it from school , but out of grounds, he still received it. He walked down a hallway, not bothering to look at the paintings that gasped at his passing. He didn't know where he was going, but he was determined to get out.

The thought of passing by Lucious Malfoy crossed his mind and his feet stayed immobile on its heed. His heart was thumping. With no weapon to protect himself, he was as good as a blast ended-skrewt. He gulped, looking and listening carefully to any other sounds, moving quickly yet silently down corridors and hallways.

He came into a large open area, large stairs descending to what look to be a foyer. He walked down the stairs briskly and hurriedly, pulling open the large oak doors once he got to it.

The warmth of the sun quickly hit him as he walked down the paved path of the manor. The lawn was cut green, and it was quite a long stretch towards the large fence that made the Manor accessible. He walked faster, wanting to get out. Wands are easy to come by, he could purchase another one.

"Harry, wait!" A voice called out from behind. He stopped on his tracks, turned around and looked at the blonde running towards him, two Quidditch broomsticks on each of his hand.