Well heres chappy 2. Sorry it didn't come sooner, I wanted it to be less than a week before next update, but my computer decided to have problems with me.

So this has yet to be edited by my wonderful helper Lily, so it may have several problems that will be updated later.

Sadly I need some opinions from my friends at school, I get the feeling that I am moving Draco and Harry faster then they should be. So I might be completely deleting this chappy, so please bear with me.

Um for any warnings of any sort, see chapter 1.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything directly related to Harry Potter. All rights and characters belong to the wonderfully talented J.K.Rowling.

Well enjoy the second chappy, "Into the Haze"

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Draco tumbled softly out of the fireplace, onto the cold stone floor of the Malfoy Mansion. His left elbow knocking softly against the stones.

Draco pulled himself to his feet, brushing the soot off his arms and legs. Then rose to look around the familiar family room, if you could even call it that.

The room was just about as inviting as a prison cell at Azkaban. The cold moon light passing through the windows, only adding a more eerie effect to the room. That and the several suits of armor positioned around the room.

Draco hurried quietly over to the stairs, heading up to his large bedroom. The stairway almost as spooky as the sitting room, at this hour. Each picture rustling softly, some even making rude noises at Draco for waking them.

Draco reached the top of the stone stairs, running to the end of the hall. He reached his door, in what he considered to be record time.

Softly he pulled a key from around his neck, sliding it soundlessly into the door handle.

Suddenly he felt a cold feeling sliding down his spine. He spun around, to find himself face to face with his father, Lucius Malfoy.

"Where have you been boy?" The words seemed more of a threat then a question, and Draco knew what would come next if he answered wrong.

"I was just getting up to go to the bathroom father."

Lucius's eyes pierced Draco's with such hate that Draco couldn't even stare into them. And Lucius took this as a sign that Draco was lying.

"Do you fear me boy?" Lucius said, with such malice in his voice, Draco cringed slightly.

"Fear is for those who are weak." Draco stated softly.

His father moved from in front of him, and began to circle him softly. Giving Draco the feeling of being the prey of a very large cat.

"Fear is the only thing that makes us know when we are getting in to deep." Lucius hissed, drawing his wand from his pocket. "And I think I need to teach you a lesson in not getting in to far."

Draco cringed as his father brought the wand level with Draco's head, then whispered those words that Draco feared more than anything else.

"Crucio"

Draco immediately fell to the floor, as his body writhed in the pain of such a terrible curse. Unable to hold back the pain that coursed through his body, Draco screamed into the night.

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Harry stepped from the fireplace of the Gryffindor tower, into the warmth of the common room. He stepped to one of the near-by sofa's, as his trunk fell from the fireplace, with a soft 'thunk', behind him.

Harry's eyes wandered slowly through the common room. The picture of Godric Gryffindor at the opposite side of the room. His soft smile always reminding the students that everything isn't as bad as it may seem.

The soft couches, one that Harry now occupied. Harry remembered how he, Hermione, and Ron used to sit up late into the night, planning the next day's activities.

Then his eyes fell upon the fireplace, remembering how he had seen Sirius's head appear there many times.

The thought of Sirius's death suddenly came streaming back into his head. He remembered seeing him fall through the veil. The hate he had felt for Sirius's attacker.

Its just one more point on the Harry kill list. murmured a small voice in Harry's head. First your parents, then Quirrell, then Cedric, and now Sirius. Its all your fault Harry.

With tears in his eyes, and the thoughts of the death's he had caused, Harry slipped into a restless sleep. Lying with his face buried in the cushions of the Gryffindor couches.

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Harry awoke to find himself staring once again into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. Only this time, the eyes were staring back.

Harry immediately jumped to his feet, reaching for his pocket where his wand had been. "What are you doing Draco!?!"

Draco jus laughed slightly. "So we are on a first name basis now?"

At this Harry turned a dark shade of red, turning away from Draco. "I didn't know it would disturb you so much to have me say that."

Draco sighed, turning Harry to face him. "It just surprised me, that's all. I like how it sounds when you say my name, it sounds so beautiful."

This time it was Draco's turn to change facial colors. Realizing how gay his comment had sounded.

Harry laughed at how stupid Draco was feeling, but felt he couldn't leave him hanging. "Its ok Draco." he said softly, "I understand."

Draco turned back to face him, smiling softly. "So what is this place." Draco said, gesturing around them.

For the first time Harry actually examined where he was. His surroundings were one that he had never seen before.

The area was enshrouded in complete darkness, that almost seemed to have a hidden meaning to their coldness.

From somewhere around them, poured many points of light. Each illuminating the area in an eerie blue glow.

The darkness seemed to have no end, and seemed to drop off in all directions.

"I don't have a clue." Harry said softly, staring off into the darkness. "I have never seen this place before."

"Then how did we both end up here." Draco mumbled, trying to grasp the meaning of the place.

"I don't know, what was the last thing you remember?"

Draco wondered if it was a good idea if he told Harry what happened, but something inside him told him that he could trust this black haired mud-blood standing next to him.

"My dad found me when I came back." Draco said slowly, "He told me that he was going to teach me to fear him...and then placed the cruciatus curse on me."

Harry turned, wide-eyed, to look at Draco. "You own father put the cruciatus curse on you?" Somehow Harry couldn't fathom how a father could even say those words to hurt his own son.

Draco turned away from Harry, remembering how much the curse had hurt him. "It isn't the first time." Draco said, almost to softly to be heard. "He does this to me whenever I disobey him, or displease him in someway."

Harry suddenly couldn't contain himself anymore. Walking over to Draco, he wrapped his arms around Draco's shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.

"I'm so sorry Draco." Harry whispered hoarsely into Draco's ear. "Its all my fault."

Draco turned around to face Harry, pulling him into the same warm embrace that Harry had given himself only moments before. "There's nothing you could even do about it." he whispered into Harry's ear. Then pulling his head from Harry's shoulder, so their faces were only inches apart, he whispered, "I know you would never do anything to harm me."

After a couple seconds, they both realized how queer they would look to anyone to saw them, and removed themselves from each others embrace.

After they both got over cases of 'pink-face', Draco returned them to the problem at hand. "Alright, so how do we get out of here and back to our respective places?"

Harry thought about the problem, then something dawned on him. "I remember when Hermione and I were doing research on Lucid dreams."

Draco looked at Harry, then after a pause, said, "Well...?"

"Oh..." Harry said, as if being drawn out of a trance. "Oh!" He once again turned slightly red, before continuing. "Well when I was reading I came across a passage that said, "During a lucid dream, the person involved in the happenings of the dream, can control the actions around him or herself. So when a dream is played in a lucid state, the one involved, can awaken themselves, simply by 'willing' themselves to return to their bodies."

Draco pondered this for a moment, "So are you saying that, if I want to get back, I will just go back."

"Yeah, I guess so..." Harry said softly. Then brightened up. "Then I will see you at school?"

"You can count on it." Draco said with a smile.

Then the area vanished from sight.