Title: The Broken King (1?)
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Sub Category: Drama
Rating: M (for later chapters)
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, Order of the Pheonix
Summary: Harry Potter Gryffindor King And World Defender. His tragic life story finally became too much. So much that it broke him.
Author's notes: Ta da! Another long-awaited fic by yours truly -cocky grin- This basically wrote itself in about 10 minutes. I have a plot outlined (-gasp- A chaptered fic! OH MY GOD!) and this is the first chaptered fic I have written in a long LONG time. I've never actually completed a chaptered fic so lots of encouragement is needed to keep me going! It is my goal! Oh and Just to warn you

SLASH! SLASH FIC! Draco/Harry! Don't Like it don't read it!

This will not be a smut fic either (sad I know. I bet you weren't expecting that!) So now hardcore Boy on boy action. Sorry guys.

Argh..Not Beta'd..I need a new one..Anyone up for the job? Try to ignore the bad grammer. I is a gud righter I swore.

Okay..Onwards!

.Draco gazed at his lover in concern from his place on the sofa. Harry hadn't moved from the window sill in nearly an hour. The Boy Who Lived simply sat and stared out of the window at the grounds below, though he wasn't really seeing them. He had that far-off look in his eye that Draco had come to recognize in these past few weeks.

Ah yes, those past few weeks had definately been interesting. It seems as though the unbreakable, untouchable, and almost inhuman Harry Potter had been broken. You see he never quite recovered from losing his godfather. All of his past experiences, his horrific past had finally caught up to him. He had saw things adults, let alone teenage boys should never have to endure. That is all that Harry Potter is too, a teenage boy. A lost little boy in a big grown up world full of people out to hurt him.

Out to break him.

He was just a young boy with a tragic past he kept locked away, deep inside his soul lied the real Harry Potter. The small vulnerable orphan he truly felt like he was, but no one knows that Harry Potter. Harry Potter Gryffindor King. Harry Potter The Boy Who Lived. Not Harry Potter the poor teenager who needs a hug and a kind word after a childhood of hate.

Well one can only pretend so long, and Harry had pretended all of his life. Harry's made up life had finally done the unthinkable.

It broke Harry Potter.

It shattered his entire world and scattered the pieces. Gone forever with no hope of recovery. No longer was he the King of Gryffindor; he had fallen, failed his house. Failed himself and everything he stood for. That's what brought him to the mental state he was in today.

Draco walked up behind Harry slowly and wrapped his strong arms around his shoulders placing a small kiss on top of his head. Harry looked up at him with those cold emotionless eyes. Draco had gotten used to this also. He knew Harry loved him, he had loved Harry long before this entire ordeal.

Though this was not his Harry. No his Harry was the loving, stubborn, and invincible savior of the universe. This moody Harry was a shell of what he once was. Harry had very violent and varying mood swings. One day he would talk your ear off, rambling for hours on end about nothing and everything at the same time as he tried desperately to express his genius to those around him. None of them understood, they were all to slow, too inferior to understand his advanced knowledge. On other days he wouldn't even leave his bed, opting instead to lie in bed and sleep away most of the day. Yet there were days where he seemed almost normal. (These days were Draco's favorite, the closest he would ever get to having the old Harry back, his Harry and he knew it.) Or on days like today he was withdrawn and hardly ever uttered a word. It was those days that Draco worried about him. He couldn't help if he had no idea what was going through his mind.

"Ready for lunch Darling?" Draco asked gently. Harry looked at him for a moment as though he was just asked a very complex question and then nodded slowly and almost unnoticably. It may have gone unnoticed to anyone except Draco.

He noticed everything about Harry.

Draco wrapped one slender arm around Harry as they began to make their way towards the Great Hall. Many people pointed and whispered as they passes, earning death glares from Draco and the occasional rude hand gesture. He may be the queerest thing at Hogwart's but he was still a Malfoy, and that in itself was intimidating.

They made their way to the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall slowly. Draco sat at the Gryffindor table now, he figured it was best for Harry to be in his own element rather than risk his mental stability just so Draco could save face. Plus Draco's House had basically disowned him while he insisted upon this relationship with the enemy. Draco could hardly call Harry anyone's enemy in his current state. Not that Draco's reputation mattered, he simply wanted the best for Harry.

He wanted everything for Harry.

So there they sat, The Fallen Prince and The Broken King, together.

And Draco would have it no other way.