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A/N: thank you so much to those who have reviewed! You rock

The next day was Harry showing Draco everything. In the morning, at 7:30, their lights were flicked on, and they were called to have to their blood taken (A/N: that SUCKED. Great way to wake up) by a Mexican doctor. Draco watched the blood fill the vial, fascinated that people did things the Muggle way there. He had never had a shot before.

Breakfast was right outside their rooms and consisted of greasy sausage, small packages off cereal, scrambled eggs, and tiny bagels. Draco sat in the farthest corner on a small cushion, where Harry joined him.

"Don't you want to join people?" Harry asked. "I'll introduce you to them."

Draco shook his head. He didn't want to meet anyone. As far as he was concerned they could all go to hell.

He had dark circled under his dead eyes and he clearly hadn't slept at all. After the first nightmare he had decided it was better to stay awake.

Like it or not, Kristy and Sarah came over and sat on the floor right next to Draco.

"Hello poppet," said Kristy cheerfully. (A/N: that's just Kristy's way of greeting people cuz she like pirates of the carribean a lot) "I'm Kristy. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and I'm OCD."

"I'm Sarah," said Sarah, who was looking Draco over coldly. "I have Schitzotypal Personality Disorder and some other crap. What's your problem?"

"I don't know," Draco said quietly. "I got broken and I don't know how to put myself back together."

That was the most Harry had heard out of him since he came to the hospital.

"Harry can fix you," Sarah said suddenly, surprising everyone. Mostly she was either bitchy, violent, or crazy. No one knew what to say to that.

They ate the rest of breakfast in silence. When it was done, it was time for tutoring. The tutor was an old women with big glass and short curly gray hair who squinted. Harry hated her. (A/N: that women was the most boring bitch that ever lived) The one good thing about tutoring was he could get out of it.

"I'm too upset," he'd say, sniffing, staring up at them with shining green eyes. And they would let him go to his room and read.

There was a special charm cast on their wands so they could only cast what the tutor told them to.

They were practicing Cheering Charms (which Harry and Draco had already learned, in his 3rd year) when Draco's face changed, subtly, but Harry noticed. His eyes looked bigger and a childish smile played on his face.

"Harry, I haven't slept, I'm sleepy!" yawned Emily. Her lisp was gone…did that mean anything? (A/N: other than that that lisp annoyed the shit out of me)

"Uh, Ms. Cones-Power? We have to leave. Now," Harry added, looking panicky for better effect.

"Mmmmmmm. Alright," she sighed.

"Thanks," Harry said, and walked out; holding Draco's hand like a father would for his daughter or son.

"Harry, I need to go potty!" Emily suddenly exclaimed. Harry rolled his eyes but kept leading her towards the bedroom, where there was a bathroom near to it.

"Harry, I need to go, now!" Emily yelled, and proceeded to kick him in the shins.

Harry groaned and rubbed his shins, then realized he should probably make sure she didn't go near some of the more dangerous patients.

Harry rounded up Sarah and Kristy, Kristy because her favorite thing to do was stalk people and provoke them, Sarah because she came with Kristy and she never panicked. All sorts of things could happen in a mental hospital, Harry thought, and he started to get very worried. What if she met up with someone who was a pedophile, or had anger management issues and she bugged them? Beginning to panic slightly, Harry walked faster.

Usually Harry needed something to do, because if he didn't, he would think. Thinking for him was bad. Bad things happened when Harry thought too long about something. Now, as he walked, he began to question something: Why the fuck was he so worried about Draco Malfoy!

I fucking hate that kid! Harry reminded himself. That son-of-a-bitch made my life living hell in school. Right, he was always calling Hermione a Mudblood, Ron poor, and Harry attention-seeking, and insulting his parents. He had absolutely no reason to like him!

His conscience, or just a kindly voice, answered his question. Because this is not Draco Malfoy. This is a lonely and broken child that needs help picking up the broken pieces of the life he will NEVER be able to return to. Rather like yourself, eh, Potter? reminded the voice.

Harry mulled over that thought, until he remembered how worried he was. His anxiety had reached a peak, and he was now running through the long halls. Suddenly he caught the echoes of a very disgruntled voice. Daren's angry shouts were becoming louder and louder as Harry ran down the hallway, with Kristy and Sarah close behind. Harry's pace quickened as the words became clearer.

"YOU FUCKWITS! GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING CLOTHES! NOW!" there was a pause, and the sound of a patient nurse explaining something. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T HAVE MY CLOTHES BACK! I'M GONNA FUCKING CALL MY LAWYER, YOU PUSSYS!" Ah, thought Harry. They must not have appreciated his rant last night.

Harry could see now – Daren was standing in a hospital gown, shouting at the nurse. The nurse replied evenly, "You can have your clothes back when you treat people with respect and you're calm."

Apparently, the nurses had grabbed him while he was Emily and confiscated his clothes. Emily was much too trusting to believe they wouldn't give them back.

"Fuck all of you," hissed Daren. "I am fucking calm!" and grabbed Harry, dragging him back to their room. When they were safely in the room, and Daren had calmed down, Draco came back.

"I want to try something, Potter."

"What?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"I've been having nightmares for two fucking months and it's been driving me crazy. I want to sleep with you, nothing but sleep, and if you try anything I'll kill you," Draco said with a smirk, knowing full well Harry would never do anything like that.

"ME! Me try something! How about YOU try something! You're the Slytherin Sex God!" the minute Harry said that, he knew it had been a mistake. He turned around to hide his blush and took off his shirt in preparation for sleep. He noticed that Draco's eyes followed the movement…interesting.

"So you think I'm a Sex God, then, Potter? I never knew," Draco said, his smirk wider than ever.

Beaten down and broken, but he's strong enough to be able to resort to the old Draco sometimes, Harry thought with a mental grin.

Draco began circling Harry, clearly enjoying the hell out of himself. "Hmmmm, let's take a look at you….lovely green eyes….good muscles, yes….very good….beautiful hair…yes, you'll do," Draco said with a sigh, and dragged him into bed.

"So, you think I'm beautiful, then?" Harry said, with a smirk of his own.

"No, fuckwit, I said your hair was beautiful," Draco said, shaking his head. "You're ugly."

Harry laughed, because the leer on Draco's face told a different story.

"Goodnight, Potter."

"'Night, Malfoy."

Harry woke up sometime during the night, when Draco moved a bit, nuzzling unconsciously in his sleep.

Harry looked at him, truly looked at him, and realized he was the one who was beautiful. The moonlight caught his pale skin and silky hair, (which was splayed out on Harry's chest) making him look ethereal. His skin was so warm against Harry's, and it all just felt so right.

Christ, thought Harry. He's gorgeous and I shouldn't even be thinking that! He shook his head, as if to clear his thoughts, and stopped thinking. Bad things did happen while he thought. Like finding out you're attracted to Draco fucking Malfoy.

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