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Harry Potter spent the next school day in a blur. Last nights events kept replying themselves in his head, from the first time he had seen Draco in his room, to the "maybe" whispered before he left. He wondered whether Draco would show up tonight. Whether he would ever see the vulnerable side of the Slytherin again.

As a result of the anticipation he was feeling, when the evening poured over the land, he was suddenly as nervous as hell! What if Draco never showed? What if he did!? Could he really bare to listen to the intimate details of Draco's life, abuse?

Harry paced his room, not even daring to glance at the clock to find out what time it was. Realising that the pacing was getting him nowhere, he turned to his truck, with the intension of re-packing it into some sort of order. Bending down and opening the lid, he jumped out of his skin, when he heard the door open and close rapidly. Whisking around he was greeted by the vision of Draco Malfoy's floating head. Heaving a sigh of relief, he smiled at the blond haired boy and motioned for him to come further into the room.

Shrugging the invisibility cloak off his shoulders, he draped it a chair, before sitting primly on the bed, eyes downcast. Silence. The only sound was the two boys breathing, neither one quite meeting the others eye.

'What now? Should I say something? What if I say the wrong thing? Or does he want to go first? Maybe I am too far out of my league for this…I don't know what to do! Help!' Harry's inner voice shrieked at him, causing the dark haired boy to squirm uncomfortably. Fortunately, he was spared starting the conversation , by the blond slytherin asking :

"What type of lover do you go for Potter?"

"What?" Harry blurted , totally caught off guard by the question. Where was this going? Draco did not answer right away, instead, laying properly on the bed, propped up by pillows.

"The type of lover you like. Are you the type of person who likes them easy. The slutty sexual types who can never get enough and who beg and scream for more. Or do you prefer them more innocent, more naïve. The type that need a little convincing, a slap maybe. Perhaps being tied down and convinced. They type who ask you to stop while silently begging you for more. Or are you into the rough sort. The kind who can take a few smacks, who like being tied down and punished," at this point, Draco looked up, directly into the boy-who-lived eyes, before carrying on talking.

"I know how to be all three Potter. I know how to be a slut, to look like I'm gagging for it," here, Draco spread his legs, shifting his hips and licking lips, showing a raw sexual side. " I also know how to be the naïve, innocent young boy. The type who needs to be taught, " with these words he closed his legs and drew them up to his chest, rocking back and forth like a child.

"And as for the last one, well… I been told I bruise ever so beautifully. Keeping all this in mind, all this experience I seem to have, tell me one thing: Do you think me a whore?"

Harry did not know what to say. He did not know what to say. This was far from what he expected! How could he…

He was drawn out of his thoughts when Draco sat up, and moved for the door, eyes downcast and icy. Snapping out of his internal whirl, he gabbed Draco's wrist, holding the fragile and delicate blond in his grasp.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his voice sounding raspy and course.

"Potter…I don't need you to hate me, or pity me or…this was a mistake. I thought if I just came out with it…If I could just blurt it all out at once…it would be easier…Look forget it Potter. I cant do this…" Draco muttered, not meeting Harry's eyes. The blond boy seemed defeated…like he did the first night Harry went to his dorms.

"Draco… I was shocked. This is not what I was expecting, and I feel more then a little out of place. But I also can not stand you being in so much pain. No living human being needs to go through what you have been through. Please…I…I don't think you are a whore. I don't think you can ever be one. Maybe if talking about it is too much, we could try…I don't know. Maybe writing it? You venting it out that way. But I …I don't even know what I am trying to say!" Harry cut off, releasing Draco's arm and flinging himself down on the bed, staring stubbornly at the ceiling.

"I am sorry for dragging you into this whole mess Harry. I never wanted you to find out, let alone get involved," Draco softly offered. Moving towards the bed, he laid down on it next to Harry, as close as he dared to get. "If it would be easier, I could make a memory-wipe potion. You could forget everything and go on as normal. We can go back to hating each other. I don't care."

Harry closed his eyes.

"I don't want to forget Draco. I don't want to leave you on your own. Call it the loyle Gryiffindor in me. Draco…do you mind if I…?" trailing off, he turned on his side, and gently and slowly placed an arm around the blonds waist, forming a loose embrace. He could feel Draco tense slightly, before shifting towards him and placing his arms on the dark haired boys waist.

They stayed silently like that, both uncomfortable but needing the support, until Draco whispered :

"I still hate you Potter,"

Harry chuckled.

A/N

Sorry for the suckyness. Please review. I know this chapter did not really develop anything, but it is a big blow if you find out / tell someone about abuse.

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