My thanks to my reviewers, I was so happy people liked it!.

Thanks to: Dru Black, Mesentente (thank you!), DmWeasley (yes, Im getting to that Im making my plot a little..speedy so I can get to the more exiting parts. Harry has almost no memory of it.my grammar is terrible. -.- should have warned you that im a 13 almost 14 year old writing this. -.-), Anti-Everythng5 (thanks, I thought my explanation was dull. its better when Dumbledore explains later.), LonelyxForever, DeadAngel (sorry i confused you! your about to find out about Miss Hermione.), xanthofile (thank you, i didnt think it was very good.) Jadestonedreams, Darcie Watery (sorry, i used a translator, so it sounded like crap. thanks though!) and Slash-Lover (sorry, be patient! I cant have them all lovey dovey out of nowhere, relationships take time. so you get exited when it finally happened.)

Disclaimer: nope, dont own anyone. exept for some people i make.

Now on to the story!

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If it stayed I'd never leave it

If that turned around I'd grieve the special dirty things

that we used to talk about

I mean that loving you is strange and adored by me throughout

Oh no it's you again

Someday soon you'll find that someone waiting for the chance to beat you,

Drooling on the set to feel you,

Blessing you with every kiss

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

Tying yourself to me

Stitch up my emptiness 'cause you're the death of me

So precious, loving the thrill

-Orgy, Stiches

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Chapter Two : Muggleborn Wonder

Hermione stirred from her long sleep, feeling more exausted than before she passed out. Panic immedeatly ran righ as her head snapped back and forth, searching for where she was.

White sheets.

Small bed.

Hospital wing! Hermiones mind shouted, and Panic levels increased even farther. He would be mad about this, she knew it. Hermione wasnt supposed to live, the Dementors were supposed to murder her. All because He had no use for her anymore.

That he being Lucius Malfoy.

As little as the wizarding world knew, this Dark Wizard has been dead to the world since the last battle.

Hermione knew he wasnt dead when he 'died' trying to take his son away, Draco Malfoy. Hermione, of course, had to save him, she was afraid he would go in, and never come back. But as soon as she managed to get him out, Lucius grabbed her by the neck.

That's when Hermione's life went spiraling downhill.

Lucius transfigured an old piece of shattered wood into a dead corpus of himself, giving the illusion he was dead. Then he apparated to all the hells on earth combined.

The Riddle Manor.

Hermione gulped as she thought of the place she was brutally beaten, raped, used (she shivered at the used part, meaning Imperius Curse) and all she wanted was to go back to Harry and Ron. So when she overheard Lucius telling the Dementors she shall die tonight, Hermione excaped all the way to Kings cross, and managed to get onboard the Hogwarts express.

But the Dementors followed her, caught her, and..Draco saved her.

Surprise, Surprise.

But Hermione, after witnessing the affection given to Harry from Draco's Patornus, knew he probably wouldnt remember shit about her, or what happened that day.

So Hermione sat in the still quietness of her sealed off, warded room.

Until she heard laughter coming from one of the doors.

So she did the Hermione thing to do.

She stood up, fixing her rumpled clothes, and walked towards the door.

Hermione knocked patiently, looking for an awnser.

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"I was five! god damn it Harry shut up!" Draco yelled, trying to cease Harry's insistant laughing.

It had to be Draco's idea to start telling stories.

"Named..hahahahahaha! your bunny...hahahahahahaha oh gods this is too rich...DRACO THE SECOND!? hahahahahahha!!!!" Was all Harry managed out, as he was rolling on the floor, hodling his sides, the laughing causing pain at this point.

But the laughing ceased as a knock came from the locked door, that supposebly lead them to the outside world.

It seemed as if time froze. that be?" Harry wondered outloud, as he began to walk closer to the door. Harry walked right to the doorknob and opened it with shaky hands.

and at the sight of the visitor, out of utter surprise, his body hit the floor in a dead out faint.

Hermione Granger.

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"..Sure he's alright Malfoy? I mean, he took a hard fall..." Was the sound he heard as he came back to the realm of conciousness. "He's fine Granger, just give him some room to breathe!" Draco said to the overworried Griffindor girl.

Harry. HARRY! come on, I can feel your head opening up to thoughts again. I know your awake. shut her up!! Came an angry, annoyed voice in his head

Harry's eyes opened to the usual mess of different colors and shapes, all fuzzy and hard to tell what they were. Then glasses were shoved into his hands and he put them on, letting his vision focus again.

A woried Hermione sat infront of him, as well as a annoyed Draco, obviously having it up to a certan point with the girl, and was tired of her already. "He...Hermione?" Harry said with a surprised voice.

he touched her hand, making sure she was real, and this wasnt just a dream. After being Re-assured she was real, a great tackle was headed Hermione's way as she was literally, thrown to the ground by the force.

"oof!" came a muffled reply into Harrys chest as he hugged her with all of his might. Hermione was alive. ALIVE! Harry was in the best mood he could be, as his supposebly dead friend was infront of him, snuggled into his fierce hug.

"Not that this..ew, love fest isnt all that entertaining, I'd like to hear what the bloody hell is going on." Draco said, cutting the tender moment as quick as it had begun.

As much as Harry was emjoying hugging Hermione at this very moment, he knew Draco was right. Harry wanted awnsers.

"Hermione...I need to know..what happened to you?" Harry asked as the firm hug was gone, replaced by Harry's green curious eyes. Hermione gulped, she knew Harry would ask.

"Well, Harry...Malfoy..sit down. be ready, because I will only tell this once." Harry and Draco nodded, and the trio made themselves confortable on the bed.

"Malfoy...you know how it was said your dad is dead, right?" Hermione asked, ready to start his story, but Draco winced at his father's name.

"well..Malfoy..hes not dead at all. when I got you out of there..he grabbed me..and took me to Riddle Manor. I never knew why. Lucius used me for his deeds, Abused me when he felt it fit..and...well, raped me.." Hermione sounded choked up at the last bit, as if it took everything in her just to posess the strength to say the word. Harry smiled slightly in support, giving her hand a squeeze.

"Well...you all knew he was a death eater? Well..He wanted more. Lucius always wanted Voldemort's position. he wanted total control, and so he's collecting people up..to earn it. Lucius's first target is...you, Harry." She said.

Hermone swallowed loudly, and then continued. "You remember how we thought Trealawney's prediction, right? the one Voldemort wanted?"

" Well, there were two predictions made by her. the one you never knew about, contained one about Malfoy..It said, 'When good, and evil spawn's souls unite, in only ways lovers know, when enemy's hearts warm to the other, the next great evil will be defeated. both depend on each other, these spawns of good and evil, and if one should perish...so will the other."

Hermione looked as if she was waiting for questions, but none were heard upon the impending silence, as they waited for her to continue.

"Well, after I saw the way Malfoy's Patornus reacted to Harry, I finally figured out who Malfoy's other 'half' as it would be said in a soul mate situation. You Harry." Hermione finished with a sad sigh.

Silence caused tension between them thick enough to cut a knife.

But it took a few minutes before anyone said a word.

"Mother!" was Draco's loud comment. Draco's brain worked on hyperdrive as he prossessed all the information and found his biggest fear coming back to rear it's ugly head.

"My...my mother is going to die...Lucius promised after Voldemort died and he got the chance, he'd kill us!...oh gods...no.." Draco said, his cool mask melting under extreme worry. Draco never snapped, not even when he was alone. but he felt as if it was safe to do so, and everything exploded.

Tears threatened to spill out of his cold, grey-blue eyes, as he tried his best to hold back his need to cry at this point. Draco hadn't cried when his father hit him. nor did he cry when he was raped by his father, and cast some of the worst dark arts on him, only known to purebloods like his father.

But for some reason, he needed to cry now, and according to his body, that was that.

A sob managed to wretch it's way out of Draco's mouth as tears spilt onto his pale cheeks, leaving wet trail marks in their wake. Draco's mother was actually nice to him, no questions asked, and it wasnt just because she was Draco's mother.

No one said a word of friendship throughout his life, all he had was people who either respected his fathers power, or were in fear of it. Narsissa Marie Malfoy cared because there was no one else left to care.

Hermione and Harry sat there, a loss of words to do. So Hermione decided Harry could handle this, and left from the door on which she had entered. it made a soft "click" of locking, and Harry's panic level raised. god what do I do? do I hold Draco and tell him it's alright? Harry's mind raced for awnsers, but a voice in his head, sniffling and all, muttered Well, holding me is usually what anyone would do.

Harry decided to allow Draco's voice to lead him to holding him.

Harry's young body moved slowly towards Draco's smaller, but just as strong body. Draco's blonde head of hair leaning against Harry's shoulder as he sobbed. Two warm body's conforted one antother, one for the soon to be death of his mother, and the other for what's to come.

Both didnt know how long they stayed in that embrace, but they were dimly aware of both their bodies hitting the warm bed, collapsing into one another, blankets curled up, still in tangled limbs of one another's embrace.

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Sometime later, Draco found his eyes slowly opening, only to see a dark mass infront of him. Squinting a few times to see what it is, he noticed it as Harry's defiant black hair. Out of true temptation, he moved so he could view Harry's face, black hair and all.

Draco's pale fingers played softly with the locks of hair, to find they felt like silk between his fingers. Something about this boy always made him wonder why he couldnt have him as his own. Harry never asked for the attention he got, he was born that way, and more, he had friends.

Draco never got friends. They were more like family matter, he just knew the name of the person, and poof. Harry got friends, without scaring them, or being mean to them. Draco always wanted to be like this boy, ever since he refused his hand in friendship that day, he lusted for something he could never had, and that turned into the mean games and the way he treated Harry.

Draco's small fingers traced along Harry's delicate scar, and heard the black haired wizard moan softly from the contact. His fingers mesmorized every inch of his face, from the delicate hairs that made up his eyebrows, down to the small, deep red lips. His heart seemed to beat faster as he heard the wizard mumble a light "Draco.." from the moment his fingers hit his lips.

Draco wanted nothing more in the world to kiss those soft lips now. He wasnt sure why, but it was pure temptation to do it, and well, Draco was never the innocent type to keep from temptation.

Conceqences be dammed. I'm gay anyways. Draco thought, and then gave in, letting pale lips touch red ones. his heart hammered in his chest, and let out a little moan at the anticipated feel of those forbidden lips on his own.

But what caused his heart to beat even faster is that when he opened his mouth for a moan, a pink tongue slipped in his mouth.

Draco was 100 sure that he was alseep, he checked Harry's thoughts. but now he could feel his DREAMS in his thoughts at this exact moment.

Harry was having a fantasy about Draco! and at that exact moment, he was kissing Draco hard on the mouth. Harry's mouth did the same as he was doing in his dream, as Harry's tongue began exploring every inch in a manner that could turn Draco on.

Obviously it was working for Harry, because he felt something hard pressing against his thigh, as music played in Harry's head form that dream. the only lyrics he could make out before he was tottaly surprised out of his mind from Harry.

I like your pants around your feet

and I like the dirt that's on your knees

and I like the way you still say please

while your looking up at me

your like my favorite damn disease

Then Harry opened his eyes. and came out of the world of fantasy.

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Harry opened his eyes to find grey-blue eyes staring right back into his, lips pressed on his own, and a tongue in his mouth. He sepreated their lips, and both found themselves screaming the same question back at the other.

"YOUR GAY!?"

Both jumped to opposite sides of the bed, staring at each other in complete horror, as Harry tried to cover the lump in his jeans, but to no avail.

He wasnt supposed to know!!! Harry's mind screamed. everything in him screamed to run, and quick. Harry jumped up from the bed and ran. Harry ran right to that room he had no clue what it was, a bathroom as he thought, he didnt know, but the door opened with a crackle of magical energy, as if the spell put on it to keep them in was broken immedeatly by his magical energy.

As the door slammed with all his force, he found himself in the hospital wing.

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Draco was surprised. No, not surprised, more like shocked at the way he ran right out. Draco had no idea he'd react that way.

But at the thought of it, a blush covered his pale cheeks, as he remembered the feel of his rose-petal-soft lips against his own. It felt like a sin, no one should be able to snog That good. The feel of Harry's velvet tongue rubbing against his, the way the warmth of his body felt like fire against him.

He was perfect.

He was Draco's.

That thought made him smile at the thought of how well the would, get along, so to speak. But then a frown was etched onto his features as he thought of how angry Harry might be right now. Harry was horrified at the thought of what he did.

Draco knew what he was doing was wrong, seducing Harry. Draco always had a secret dream to get the great Wonder Boy in bed, he never understood why exactly. It could have been one of those 'want what you can never have things.' But at this point it would be silly.

Draco could bed the green eyed Gryffindor any time he wanted now, because Draco is his mate. The word mate felt like a forbidden swear word in his head now, like the words 'Harry' and 'Mate' should never be in the same sentince. Not even in the same convorsation.

It felt like saying 'Voldemort' over and over to people who fear them, that immdeate shrudder that starts at the bottom of your spine, and works up your back, leaving trails of goosebumps in it's wake in a matter of seconds, your muscles twitching slightly.

But at the same time it felt right, like Harry was nothing else but that.

Draco wondered to himself if he should go and get Harry, or at least send a message to him through minds. But Draco loved to read, and one of the books was called : Soul Mates: Positive and Negative Attributes. All and all it was a good book, dull a little, but one thing that he learned was that he couldnt reach Harry that far without closer bonding between the two.

Not even the Wonder Boy's luck could pull that off until they really loved each other, and I mean Head-over-heels-wanna-cuddle and at the same time, -I-wanna-shag-you-senseless love.

They might have thought it was love, but that wasnt love.

So Draco took out a book he left in his robes, and used his wand to bring it back to it's real size, that being because he had to shrink it so it would fit.

The same book he was reading when he was talking to Harry on the train.

Draco groaned when he remembered that, so he tossed the book on the ground, and cuddled himself in for a good nap, pale blonde hair spilling all over his face.

Draco had no clue what Harry was doing right now, but he had a bad feeling it wasnt good.

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Harry began to run right out of the Hospital Wing, not even listening to Madam Pomfrey's cries of "Harry dear! come back!" but Harry just ran, ran as fast as he could to Gryffindor tower.

Harry was dimly aware of diffrent people yeeling their hello's to Harry, but he just kept on running.

Draco.

Kiss.

Oh no.

Were the four words he was capable of thinking now.

Horrified wasnt the word he felt at the fact Draco was the one kissing him back, willingly to boot, during one of Harry's weak fantasys. It wasn't the best one, yet it still had alot to it, if he didnt wake up.

When Harry finally reached Gryffindor tower, he realized he didnt have the password, but at that time a young girl walked his way towards the tower.

Her name was Alexandra Rose. Alexandra was a extremly pale girl, about 5" 7' tall, with middle sized breasts. Her black, raven like hair fell to around her bottom, sweeping behind her gracefully.

Alexandra was a very quiet girl, always wearing black robes, and under that, more black. It seemed to be her favorite color. She was the only one becides Harry in this school that had bright green eyes, which made her look so innocent.

Alexandra was a transfer student, from Drumstrang, she moved when she found out she was going to be forced to join Voldemort in the war of Harry's 6th year.

Harry and her talked regularly, and he found her to be quite pleasant to talk to.

"Hello, Harry...." came her soft spoken voice. she looked really sad, like she always did.

"Alexandra, I dunno the password. what is it?" Harry asked, looking rather distressed.

"I thought of it actually. its Morbid Thoughts Harry." she said, still looking rather sad. Harry muttered a quick thanks and ran into the common room, and up the stairs to the 7th year boys rooms.

Harry was lucky no one was there, because he was going to hex them if they were to get out. Harry slammed the door and locked it with the strongest locking charm he could muster, and flung,-litrally flung himself on his bed.

How long Harry laid there, he wasnt sure.

But after a while he was aware of a blanket being pulled onto him, and a whisper of "Talk to you when you wake, mate.." and Harry was swept under the cocoon of darkness known as sleep, where all his thoughts, pain, anger, and sadness were put into a fluid dream as his body rested from extreme stress.

Only time could tell what would happen to both of these boys.

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In a place thousands of miles away, a house lay on the very edge of a cliff above the water. To the muggles, this was a very haunted house,none sure why it was.

Every time someone wanted to go there, they would suddenly remember something else to do.

No muggle knew why.

Inside that house, a womans shrill scream was heard from the highest room. Blonde hair spilled from the cloak the woman was wearing, as a tall figure stood above her, wand in hand.

The man removed his cloak, to reveal another head of blode hair, aristocratic features, and cold blue eyes.

"Goodbye...Narsissa." were his cold words, as he lifted his wand once more and called out the most deadly spell known, the worst out of the Three Unforgivable Curses.

"Avada, Kedavra!" the man screamed, and as a green light swallowed up the woman, a shrill scream of "Draco!!" was heard, and she was dead.

Narsissa Marie Malfoy lay in a heap on the ground, brilliant blonde hair spilling out from her head.

The Malfoy line had just lost her.

Lucius Malfoy was the murderer.

This woman, instead of a scream of "Help" was not heard form her, but her sons name. Narsissa's only son.

But Lucius never knew about her daughter.

And he never will.

Back at the castle, a pale blonde boy woke with a start, tears streaming down his face.

Draco wouldnt notice his eyes had changed to all gray.

He wouldnt.

Yet.

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READ!

Oh yes! i finally got this chappy done. I'm sorry for it being late, I've been having a very, very tough time lately.

Warnings, there will be many other character deaths.

-Alex