Disclaimer :: I do not own any of J.K. Rowlings characters or places….even if I really wish I owned Snape…drools at the thought of the greasy man of her dreams

'Urggggg…..Am I dead?......If I'm dead then why do I feel like crap? Isn't heaven supposed to be all pearly gates and happiness? Oh God…don't tell me I'm in hell, was my life not bad enough?' Harry let out a groan, and was surprised at the horse sound of his voice. He tried to use his senses to get a sense of his surroundings. From what he could tell he was laying on something soft, and it didn't feel like he was surrounded by hellish fire. A slight blush graced his cheeks when he realized that he was not wearing clothing, and what ever was on top of him was against his bare skin. Afraid to open his eyes, he tried a different tactic.

"Hello? Is there anyone out there? Is this Heaven or Hell?" Harry was answered with a chuckle. Harry tried hard to pinpoint where the sound had come from, and came to the conclusion that there were now footsteps coming in his direction.

A familiar voice met his ears as the footsteps came to a stop very close to his being, "Sorry to disappoint you Potter, but you aren't quite that lucky. You didn't succeed with your little stunt. You still are located on our own little hell, we like to call Earth." Draco watched in amusement as Harry's eyes snapped open and then rapidly shut closed in response to the light flooding the room.

'This should be interesting' was one of the most prominent thoughts floating around his mind. He, after loosing sight of Potter, did the only thing he could think of to still be able to find him. It wasn't quite as fancy as a powerful spell, but it still got the job done. He had went to the front ask and asked for the apartment number of one Harry Potter. He had quickly said (without flinching mind you) he was a close friend of Harry's and rushed to the room number he had been given. Just imagine his surprise when he had found the door open and blood seeping from under the bathroom door. He had almost had a heart attack in surprise when he had discovered a nearly dead Potter lying on the floor in a puddle of his own blood. Normally he would have reveled in such a site, but he was a curious dragon and wouldn't let him die until he knew why the "All Mighty Potter" had finally lost it. So he had used his wand to cast a bunch of healing spells on the boy, being good at such spells having had many years practice using such spells on himself. He also used magic to clean Harry up, refusing to touch him so that his bloody filth would soul his beautifully pale hands. That is how he found himself in his current situation, waiting for Potter to wake up from his little nap. Of course he wasn't sure exactly what to do now that Harry was awake, but he could improvise as things progressed.

Harry couldn't believe this was happening. On top of realizing he had failed in his attempt to end his life, he now had to deal with an overly smug Malfoy, who had most likely been the one to discover him by the looks of the situation he found himself in. Knowing that ignoring it all wouldn't make it go away, he slowly attempted to open his eyes again. Once again the light blinded him, but he kept his eyes open and waited for his eyes to adjust. He was met by a slightly ruffled Malfoy, or what he figured was a ruffled Malfoy considering he normally had every hair in perfect order on his head. This Malfoy he was greeted by looked a little out of it, and his hair was slightly mussed, falling into his eyes. Harry wasn't exactly sure what to say, so he said the thing that had been on his mind since he had first awoken, "Why the hell am I alive?"

Draco was a little shocked that he had asked that first, not where he was or something of that sort. Yet figuring what he had tried to do when Draco had found him, he probably shouldn't have been all that surprised. "You are unfortunately alive, because I came upon you before you lost all your blood. I was nice enough, or I suppose mean enough to save you," Draco chuckled dryly. "Don't think I was trying to be noble; I still hate you with all my being. No, I had an ulterior motive, like all Slytherins often do; I wanted to see what finally made you lose your so called sanity. Tell me Potter what made you crack? Surely it couldn't have been my taunting, never seemed to get such a reaction from you before. Not even when I insulted that Mudblood of a friend of yours and the poor Weasel. I'm very curious Potter, perhaps tell me and I'll help you finish your little job with out any more interferences. What do you say hmm..Potter?"

Harry looked at Draco as if he was the crazy one here. 'Could he be expected to trust Malfoy with his secrets, would Malfoy eagerly report his doings to Dumbledore? Not that he really had many other choices, since either way he was most likely screwed. Plus even if it was Malfoy, he felt like he was going to burst and if Malfoy wanted to know what was wrong with him, boy would Harry tell him. Taking a deep breath Harry proceeded to spill out his inner heart. "Fine I'll tell you, you evil little ferret. With in the past year I have discovered my father was an arse-hole, my godfather, who was my only family, who is now dead murdered by his cousin (a death eater), only saw me as a shadow of my father, Dumbledore has been keeping secrets from me ever since I started Hogwarts, and I either have to kill someone or be murdered. I as you can see I decided to take care of the trouble for old Voldemort and end my own life seeing there isn't much to look forward to now is there? I am not the fucking perfect hero everyone wants, and I don't care anymore what happens to them all, I will not have my destiny controlled!" Harry finished his speech in a painful whisper, so different from the raging scream he had started in.

Draco stood stock still, as if frozen solid. A whirlwind of thoughts threatened to cause his head to explode off of his shoulders. 'I never knew' was the main thought in his befuddled brain. Other thoughts like 'No wonder he tried to kill himself' and 'Always knew Dumbledore was a wanker' crossed his mind. He was more scared of the thoughts that followed these, 'I actually am feeling sympathy toward him, what the hell is wrong with me' and 'We aren't as different as I thought'. Draco had to admit to himself that Harry was brave after all. Draco also felt another feeling he had never really felt before, respect. Throughout his hard life, full of beatings and depending on himself, he had never found anyone he could really respect. The only person Draco had felt something like this for was, the Potions Master, his godfather. The fact that he could feel it toward a Gryffindor, Harry especially scared him.

Before Draco could stop himself or realize what he was doing, he had pulled a sobbing Harry into his lap. Draco put his arms around Harry and patted his back in what he hoped was a soothing manner. He felt Harry stiffen in his hold and then slowly relax and place his head in Draco's chest to cry. Draco felt a feeling of triumph wash over him, but he pushed it away in confusion, why should he feel happy that Harry had been ok with his arms around him? Draco continued to pat Harry and placed his head on the shaking head beneath him. Draco was surprised by the silky texture he felt tickling his chin. Trying to move a little closer, his nose caught a new scent, one that caused his heart to flutter. It was a scent that spoke of danger, and courage, an inner strength, as well as a hidden darkness. It was pure Harry, and Draco had never smelled anything quite as wonderful. Surprised by that thought he started to push Harry away. However he stopped himself when he heard a small whimper coming from his lap. Giving into the deathlike grip on his being, he let Harry get back into the previous position. Draco sat there trying to imagine himself somewhere else, because every time he got caught back into reality, he felt a funny feeling starting to build in his chest, dangerously close to his heart.

I am soo sorry this took so long to write….with school being so stressful I have not had the time I wanted to write the way I wanted…I also am only able to get on the computer on the weekends….I wanted to write more for this chapter, but I figured I would give you something after the mean cliffy I left you with….please R&R. I will hopefully get the next chapter out much quicker.