"Where to now Potter?"

Harry shrugged. "Anywhere but here. We may not live long but at least we'll be living."

"I know a place we can go in the Forbidden Forest. That's where I was headed when you found me."

"And it's safe?" Harry was skeptical. He had always been told that no place was safe for him.

"Mostly. The magical signature of the forest means no one can detect us and the centaurs did something to the area ages ago so that no creepy critters mess with it, although I don't know why they bothered."

"Lead on then."

The tiny cabin was everything Malfoy had promised and more. It was in some disarray but the roof and walls were still intact, making it more than Harry had hoped for. The inside boasted a small box bed of straw and a small table but no chairs.

"Are you any good with transfigurations?" Harry asked, eying the straw.

"Better than you." Draco managed after a time to actually transform the straw into a mattress but that was as far as he was able to change it.

"I can't make it any better than that."

"That's fine. It's better than some of the things I've slept on."

"Huh." Draco wasn't disagreeing. Funny how everyone had always thought he had so much that he really hadn't. Most of that had only been for show.

Harry caught the weary cast to the other. "Why don't you lie down? I forgot you were still recovering."

"I'm fine." Draco protested. You always tell them you're fine. It's the rule.

Harry shook his head. "No, you're not. I know, remember? So just lie down. It's not like we're going to get anything done tonight anyway. It's already getting late."

"Then why don't you call it a night too?" Never admit weakness. He really wanted to lie down though. His body was one giant ache.

Harry gazed out the window and unconsciously shivered. He hated night. Hated the inevitable visions and the nightmares and reliving Cedric and Sirius' deaths. Hated waking up trying not to scream so he wouldn't upset the Dursleys or have everyone in the dorm staring at him, which inevitably led to more vicious rumors running wild through the halls. But it was easier to just give in now than delay and face the inevitable anyway.

"Alright." He said finally. "Do you want the inside or the outside?"

"Inside." He always slept with his back pressed up against the wall. He climbed in and closed his eyes immediately, feeling the mattress shift as Potter lay beside him. He could tell the other was tense and just as weary. Draco opened his eyes and saw the way the early evening light poured through the one grubby window to highlight the dark circles under Potter's eyes. Funny how no one ever noticed what should have been blatantly obvious with the other's fair skin coloring. But people saw what they wanted to-two gawky teenage boys skinny from growth spurts and tired from studying.

Harry shifted a bit and Draco knew he wasn't asleep yet, only hoping and pretending.

"Will You-Know-Who be able to find you through your vision-things?" Draco asked.

Harry opened his eyes to meet Draco's curious ones. "I don't think so. We're not very good at reading each other. He can send me images if he wants to but beyond that it gets kind of confusing. And I've had some training in occulemency."

"Dumbledore ordered it." Ordered the mind-rape of someone who already had so much to hide and be ashamed of.

"Trying to see what makes me tick."

"He won't be able to do that anymore." He knew Potter needed to hear that, to be reassured, that he was trying with every fiber of his being to believe that.

Harry didn't say anything though, only closed his eyes. Draco did the same and sank gratefully into sleep.

He awoke to darkness, feeling the cold and the sense of something wrong. He'd always felt that, always known when a storm was brewing and he was going to catch it. It became a sort of sixth sense in his life.

He could tell Potter wasn't beside him anymore. Waiting for his eyes to adjust he finally saw the boy sitting in the corner, knees drawn up to his chest and his eyes wide and unseeing. Tears were streaming down his cheeks and he was trembling.

Draco got down on the floor beside him, carefully placing a light hand on Potter's shoulder. He didn't think this was a vision; Potter was too lost inside himself for that. More likely it was a memory, although he couldn't tell what kind. He could feel the heat rising from the boy's skin through his robes.

At that tiny contact Harry raised his eyes to Draco's. "I…I just…I don't know what I am." Those eyes were dark with gnawing pain and he looked very old and very young at the same time.

Understanding dawned. It wasn't like he was any different. The things that had happened to them-what did that make them? What did one call oneself when the lines blurred so very badly? Gently Draco placed his other hand on Potter's chest and spoke softly. "They never even touch you, do they?"

Harry pressed closer to that hand, laying his own on top to keep it there. "Please," he begged.

Draco pulled the other boy into his arms, folding him into the human contact that he needed so badly and never received. They clung to each other desperately, trying to show themselves that not everything in life hurt. That there was more in life than what they had been shown. That they weren't alone. That they would get through this.

It was later when they had both calmed and had made it back to the mattress that Draco spoke.

"It's not your fault what happened to you." Draco spoke firmly and decisively.

"It's not your fault Draco."

"Neither of us believes that though, do we?"

Harry lifted his head and sighed wearily. "Maybe we will someday. I know what happened wasn't your fault and you didn't do anything differently than I did. But somehow I still can't believe it about me."

"You said I was your mirror."

"You are. And I'm yours."

"Do we have reflections?" Draco wondered aloud.

"Maybe not yet."

"So we have to make them."

Author's Note: Well, I was really nervous to post more since this isn't my typical style but you all convinced me to post more. Review and let me know what you think!