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A/N: By the Way this takes place in Harry and Draco's seventh year about two or three weeks into school.

~~~~Chapter 3~~~

"Harry why are you holding hands with Malfoy?!"

Harry and Draco froze at the doors to the Great Hall, it was completely silent all eyes were glued to the two boys. Bowing his head in embarrassment and trying to will away his blush, he dragged the other boy over to the gryffindor table.

"Ron I would Really prefer it if you didn't yell things like that across the hall in front of the entire school, okay?"

Ron had the decency to looked apologetic, but then his eyes trailed over to Malfoy.

"Sorry, but why are you holding hands with Malfoy"

"First off," Draco spoke up "I am not holding hands with wonder boy here. I am being subjected to his presence entirely against my will."

Harry was poised with a retort but was cut off my Hermione.

"Im sure if we allowed them to sit down, that they will explain what is going on." Hermione threw Harry a look saying that would be exactly what he was going to do. The woman wanted answers.

"You mean we have to let Malfoy sit at our table" Ron choked out.

"Believe you me, that it is no dream of mine to eat here with a bunch of gryffindors. I could always take Potter over to Slytherin." Draco quirked and eyebrow.

"No not tonight Malfoy I won dinner, we sit at Slytherin for breakfast." Harry stated quickly, and moved toward the table. Harry sat down pulling a very reluctant slytherin to take the seat next to him.

"How am I going to eat, I require both of my hands to properly use my utensils, unlike you I don't find eating with my hands a solution"

Harry just rolled his eyes at Malfoy. He could be so melodramatic.

"Well, any ideas in there, I know that im asking for a lot but try to think." Draco smirked. Harry scowled.

"Yes, actually I do have an idea" Harry started.

"Do you care to share it Potter, I am getting rather hungry."

"If you would let me finish, I would tell you."

"Well, go on then, finish"

Harry leaned in closer to the other boy so only he could hear his voice. And whispered to him.

"Take off your shoe and sock and ill do the same, it should work and im sure you can manage to sacrifice a foot to eat your meal."

Harry pulled back and Draco could see his smirk. Deciding he wouldn't have one done over on him he said.

"You're just looking for an excuse to play footsie with me under the table Potter." Loud enough to be heard by the surrounding gryffindor's, all eyes were on the two, Harry's face slowly turning seven shades of red. Before Harry could splutter any sort of retort Hermione cut in.

"Alright you two, I think that it's time for some answers about what's going on."

"Yeah, we want answers." the gryffindor table coursed together

"Hold on give us a second , we would like to eat dinner you know."

Harry toed off his left shoe and sock as Draco did the same with his right. Scooting closer to the slytherin, Harry hooked his foot around Draco's ankle and released his wrist. Harry turned to look at the various looks he was receiving from his friends.

"So Harry are you going to tell us why you're dragging Malfoy around with you?" Ron decided he would speak up to get things going.

"Okay," Harry started getting the attention of everyone. "It all started in dueling club..."

Harry proceeded to tell his entire story start from finish with no interruptions, just a bunch of flabbergasted gryffindors was his result as he finished his bizarre explanation.

"So you're telling us that you and Malfoy are stuck together" Hermione re-stated back to him.

"And now you are leaving the tower and have to share a room with him" Seamus was next.

"And we're not allowed to visit you" Ron said appalled, Harry just nodded his head.

"Wow, gryffindors really pick things up quick, don't they?" Draco drawled, the sarcasm more than evident, though he kept his eyes turned down towards his plate, not bothering to look up at the annoyed faces that he was sure to be staring at him.

"Oh shut up Malfoy" Harry said rather off handedly. The blonde just shrugged his shoulders and continued to eat. Harry looked back and saw the confused look on Ron's face and just waited for the question the red-head obviously wanted to ask.

"So you have to sleep with Malfoy." Ron blurted across the table.

Harry saw Draco drop his fork to his plate with a crash and a blush cover his pale skin. Harry was Sure that his cheeks were a new shade of red, and for some inane reason at that moment he could feel nothing but the slight skin to skin contact he had with malfoy.

"Oh I didn't mean for it to sound like that, I meant," Ron looked around and leaned forward to whisper to Harry "You'll have to share a bed with that git." His face still red, harry just nodded and Ron shuddered.

"I'll have you know that plenty of people find it fabulous to wake up next to me in the morning" Draco said with a smug grin.

"Yeah right Malfoy, the only people in your bed are the ones your daddy paid to be there." The gryffindors laughed at Ron's remark, but there was not a trace of amusement on Draco's face.

"Don't talk about things you know nothing about." the Blonde said in a dangerous whisper. Catching tha attention of Harry but to only be ignored by the rest of the gryffindors. Harry saw the mix of emotions on the blondes face and how serious he was.

"Guys, I think you should stop." Harry broke in to try and quell the laughter, but he was also disregarded and Ron continued.

"Your dad probably has Death Eaters lined up outside your bedroom door just to get a go with you." Everyone continued laughing except for Harry, who saw all the color drain form Draco's face and his eyes cloud over as if he was stuck in his memories. Then Harry just watched the boy snap, he jerked his foot away shoving it into his shoe and latched on to his wrist.

"Shut up" Draco said, no one listened "Shut up, shut up, Shut UP!" Draco's voice was steadily rising, as he caught the attention of the table not to mention the rest of the hall and the head table.

"Don't fucking talk about shit you know nothing about." He continued to scream, then he looked straight at Harry.

"I have to get the hell out of here now."

Harry just nodded, Draco was flushed with rage, panting from screaming and his eyes held a wild emotion, raw pain. Harry allowed himself to be pulled from his seat and the great hall all the way to their rooms.

When the portrait closed behind them Draco froze in the middle of the room. Harry looked at him closely, his eyes were clouded over again beads of nervous sweat falling from his flushed skin and chest heaving from his small quick breaths, panic slowly taking control of his delicate features.

Harry looked on with concern. "Are you alright?" He asked cautiously

Draco's head whipped around looking at him as though he only just noticed Harry was there.

Emotions cascaded across Draco's face, and in a split second he was across the room curled up in a corner eyes squeezed shut, mumbling. Harry couldn't hear him, though, he felt a wave of sickness from being separated from the other boy.

Harry ran for the blonde, to relieve this ill feeling, grabbing his wrist. Harry felt his pain recede and mumbling words began to make sense.

"No, no not again please not again don't hurt me don't touch me" Harry now knew something was wrong.

"Malfoy, Malfoy! What's wrong, who hurt you?" Harry asked the trembling teen.

"I can't tell, can't tell no one will believe me wont believe me."

Harry squared Malfoy's shoulders so he could see his face, there were tears flowing freely down his cheeks, fear in his eyes.

"Tell me, you can tell me"

"No one will believe me, no one will care" Draco wailed, all confidence gone any trace of arrogance vanished just a scared shaking hurt boy was left underneath the intricate mask.

"No one will care" he screamed at Harry "They said no one would believe me." he added more quietly.

"I'll believe you, tell me what's wrong" Harry pleaded with him.

"He said no one will care, no one cares about me!" Sobs racked through the small frame, as he tried th push Harry away.

"I care!" Harry yelled unsure of how to get through to the distressed teen, he was confused and worried and unsure of how too help.

Draco was shaking his head no when he doubled over clutching his stomach and retching onto the floor, Harry just sat with the sick boy trying to sooth him.

When it seemed Draco had nothing left, Harry gathered the fragile boy into his arms and brought him into the bathroom, draco being to weak to resist the help.

Harry wiped his face with a damp cloth to clean him up and cool his heated skin.

Draco turned confused eyes towards Harry, his face pale and tired. Harry met his eyes and just stared back.

"You do care." Draco whispered before his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he was unconscious, dead weight in Harry's arms.

Lifting the exhausted boy he proceeded to carry him all the way to the infirmary. Thinking about what had happened, how this would change things, what could have happened to this boy he obviously knew nothing about.

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