Disclaimer: I do not…I repeat I DO NOT own Harry Potter or any other characters/places created by J.K. Rowling, despite how much I wish I did

Harry woke up feeling very groggy, his face feeling damp, and his eyes burning slightly. Despite that, he felt an over powering feeling of warmth and security. He had not felt that for such a long time. The only time he could remember being like this was with his parents, but that was only a very vague memory of the past. Feeling his eyes start to water again, he focused on something different. He couldn't seem to remember where he was, the last thing he remembered was running away from home……coming to a hotel……going swimming….meeting Malfoy……'Wait a second meeting Malfoy, OH GOD, now I remember, I went nuts and told him everything…..what am I going to do now…and I actually cried in front of the wanker…but I don't remember him pushing me away, he held me and I felt safe. Just like now, but why? We always have been enemies, why do I feel any different now? I know I don't like him, but I feel so happy in his arms. The pain I always walk around with is even numbed. His arms feel so right around me….'

Harry slowly opened his eyes and was met with a sight that stole the very breath from his lungs. Malfoy's face was only a few mere inches from his and he could feel the little warm puffs of air escaping from the other man's lips. This is not what caused such a reaction in Harry. No, it was the look on the blonde's face that made Harry's heart jump wildly in his chest. Draco, normally always so confident and cold, was no longer wearing his trademark sneer. He had a slight smile on his full lips and his face was not tense, but showed true peace. Harry had to admit he always thought Malfoy wasn't bad looking, but this version of him was incredible. Harry couldn't stop staring at the beauty before him. The blonde locks that looked so silky and shiny in the morning light, and those extremely long lashes that brushed across his pale cheeks. Most of all, Harry could not stop thinking about those lips that were so close to his own. They were so full and looked so soft. Harry felt desire run through his veins at the thought of tasting them. The reality that he actually felt lust toward Malfoy broke the spell that the sleeping boy had seemed to weave on him. Harry quickly jerked out of the warm embrace and fell onto the floor with a loud "umph".

Draco was rudely awakened from a wonderful dream just as it was getting to the good part. He had been chasing a mysterious boy and when he had finally caught him the boy had pulled Draco into his arms, kissing him breathless. Draco had just started to worm his hands under the boy's shirt feeling the lithe muscles flex when he had been forced back to reality. Draco let out a little groan from the loss, but then quickly scanned the room for the source of the noise. He was greeted with the amusing site, a disheveled Potter on the floor rubbing his sore butt. Draco barely stopped himself from laughing at the pitiful picture the boy made, "Why hello down there Potter, always knew you were lower than me, nice that you are starting to show it!"

Harry let out a little growl and pushed himself up, brushing imaginary dirt from his pants. "Very funny Malfoy...Now get the hell out of my site before I kill you. I may not be able to use magic, but I'm not above doing it with my own two hands."

Draco's delicate blonde eyebrows shot up and an amused look glittered in his silver eyes. So Potter thought he was a little weakling huh? ... Sure Malfoys tended to avoid physical violence, preferring mind games, but they were built strong. "Think what ever you like Potter, you're not worth my time, and I don't think I will be leaving thank you…You've managed to intrigue me, quite a feat actually. How did you manage to get here without getting caught? I would imagine that they would have a leash on you, don't want the famous Harry Potter to go missing."

Harry shook his head furiously, his jet-black locks falling into his eyes. "Please, like I would tell the son of a death-eater anything. I bet you were trained to become one since you were little. You probably can't wait until you become one yourself as soon as Voldemort calls for you."

Draco's eyes, that had just a second before been filled with laughter, were now dark, making his silver eyes appear black. That little comment that had been meant as a normal insult, hit Draco much more deeply. It brought back memories of his past, ones he had tried to forget. The memories from a life he had been forced to live for as long back as he could remember

FlashBack

A little boy, looking to be about 5, ran through an elaborate rose garden. His platinum blonde curls bounced around him in the breeze. The boys silver eyes were glittering in enjoyment as he took in the beauty of the flowers, and the brilliantly sunny day. The boy stopped and bent down sticking his nose straight into a pearly white rose. He then proceeded to sneeze continuously as the pollen flew up into his unsuspecting nose. The boy struggled to breathe as he continued to sneeze and now giggle at the same time.

Falling down into the grass with his head facing the clear blue sky the boy let out a content sigh, well a mix between a sigh and a slight wheeze. He loved days like this, being able to play in the sun, and enjoy one of the less gloomy parts of Malfoy Manor. He was usually trapped inside being forced to pay attention to his tutors, telling him how to act like a gentleman and how he had to start acting like a Malfoy should. He didn't understand what all those people were talking about. All they ever wanted was to make him sit this way, and speak that way. They were even trying to teach him how to read all these massive dusty old books. His nose scrunched up at the thought of all those days sitting in the dank library and reading boring books, when he wanted to run around and play. Shaking his head to get rid of those nasty old thoughts he turned onto his stomach gazing back at the flower that had caused him to sneeze.

"Ok Mr. Flower," he said glaring at the innocent rose, "It is just you and me now! Gonna stay silent huh? You made me go and sneeze you meany!" The boy stuck his tongue out at the rose and pulled down his eye bottom eye lid mocking the flower. When the flower didn't respond, (not that he expected it to, he wasn't that silly) he picked it off and brought it to his face, this time making sure not to put his nose too close to the flower. He let himself stroke the velvety soft petals, and twirl the flower around. He didn't remember however, to be mindful of the thorns, and pricked his finger. He let out a little "Ouch!" of pain.

That is how his father, the illustrious Lucius Malfoy found him. Frowning at finding his son on the disgusting ground, he stomped forward standing above the boy, causing a shadow to envelope his form. The little boy who now had tears cascading down his cheeks looked up when he could no longer feel the sun shining on him. He let out a little squeak when he saw his father looking disapprovingly down at him.

Getting over his momentary shock the little boy stuck his bleeding finger out to his father, "Can you kiss it and make it better Daddy? The pretty flower gave me a boo-boo."

Lucius' eyes became angered at his son's words "How many times must I tell you Draco, I am to be referred to as Sir, or Father if you must, but never Daddy. Such a childish name, as well as language should never come out of the mouth of a Malfoy. I will not kiss your boo-boo, you deserve more than that cut for acting so foolishly. Give me that stupid flower you insist on playing with," finished a now furious Lucius.

A now very solemn Draco handed his father the flower, his eyes downcast, "Sorry Sir." He didn't like making his father angry, although he didn't understand exactly what he had done wrong. He only wanted his father to take care of him. It was very rare for him to see his father around, and to actually interact with him. Lucius Malfoy was an important man in the Ministry and was always away working, so was rarely actually at the Manor for long periods of time.

Grabbing the rose roughly from his son's hands he brought it closer to his face to examine it. "What an ugly thing, I do not understand why we must have this stupid garden in the first place. If we did not have to keep up the appearance of a normal wealthy family this horrid greenery would be long gone. This is what a flower should look like," finished a now smug Lucius. He took out his wand from his hiding place up his sleeve and muttered a spell, causing the once pure white flower to wilt, become a deathly black color. Now happy that he had taught his son a lesson, he flung the flower to the floor and stomped upon it before stalking off.

Draco was left staring at the poor flower, now dead and crumpled. He picked it up gently and brought it to his face, rubbing the still soft petals against his cheek. Despite trying to remain strong, tears forced their way out of his eyes, small crystal droplets landing on the flower. Draco vowed from that day on to no longer play in the garden, he didn't want any more flowers hurt. Plus he was afraid what his father would do if he misbehaved again. Standing up and brushing stray grass off of his trousers, Draco walked off, not bothering to try and hide the tears streaking his pale cheeks. That was the last time he was ever seen in the garden.

End Flashback

Draco was brought back from the past when he felt a hesitant touch on his shoulder. Draco looked up into the now concerned face of Harry Potter. Draco was confused because the boys face was blurred, but he quickly came to realize it was because his eyes were now filled with unshed tears. Extremely embarrassed and feeling vulnerable he twirled around his tense back now facing Harry. 'Gods I can't believe I showed such weakness in front of Potter, I don't even have the slightest idea how long I was in my own little world. Potter will never let me live this down! The great Draco Malfoy, who is supposedly perfect and has everything, reduced to tears. Merlin, help me!'

Draco nearly squealed as he was whirled around into a strong chest and wrapped securely into strong arms. Draco tried to look up into Harry's face to figure out what in the world the man was thinking, but was unable to as he felt a chin placed on his head to keep him down. Draco wanted to protest, but being held for once felt to good and he couldn't find the strength to struggle against his captor. He merely brought his arms to wrap around Harry's narrow wait and thrust his face into Harry's neck to muffle his sobs. He was worried Potter would push him away, complaining about the hot tears that were landing on him from Draco's eyes, but Harry made no such move. If anything Draco felt the arms around him pull him closer and secure themselves tighter around him. Draco let himself cry freely for the first time in what seemed like ever. He let himself go in the safe haven of Harry's arms. Letting the warmth and calming scent of the man wrap around him.

I am soo sorry to all of my readers for not updating sooner. I hope this chapter was ok…I know this story is going a bit slow, but I can guarantee you that I have somewhere I am going with all this…I tend to get very detailed so the story might end up pretty long. I hope you will still continue to read and review though….Knowing that someone is reading and enjoying my writing helps motivate me to write….so please review!