"We need to talk Draco." Draco's head jerked around to Harry, who had been watching them. "I need to hear about what happened from you, please." Harry pleaded with him; a reproachful look of hope covered his face. He held a hand out for Draco to take. Would Draco still take it?

"Yes." He reached out to grab his lover's hand.

"Hey! What about me!" Padma yelled at them as they walked to the opposite side of the room. To her disappointment, Harry waved his hand and a wall appeared between her and them.

Draco slowly followed Harry over to sit in front of the fireplace. He wished that they didn't have to do this, that they could just hug and make up, but, he knew that it wasn't going to be that easy.

Harry sat himself beside Draco, with their knees touching. Honestly, he missed Draco so much he simply wanted to just wrap his arms around him. "Draco, I just one for you tell me everything that happened. Don't leave out anything."

Draco was silent for a moment. He hated admitting his weaknesses. He hated feeling this vulnerable. He was supposed to be he strong one; it was even more embarrassing this he couldn't handle something that Harry usually could on his worst day... Could Harry hold this against him?

"I woke up and Hermione was standing over our bed; I was irritated, of course, that she had disturbed my sleep. I was tired from trying to track down Lucius and had just gone to sleep, after all. I wanted to kick her out, but she told me to just be quiet and let it happen. She started to feel me up; I'm so sorry, Harry, but I started to kiss her. I was responding to her.... Hermione told me to touch her. I told her to stop, but Hermione said that she didn't care what I wanted. She acting was nothing like herself, Harry." He wrapped his arms around himself, showing a different side to himself than he usually did. Draco Malfoy was never supposed to act timid. Never vulnerable. "Just as I was on top of Hermione Blaise found us. She told me to stop, before she started crying. She told Blaise that I was trying to rape her. Blaise wanted to kill me; I could tell. I don't blame him. I was so confused afterwards I didn't know what to do. So I came here." Draco sniffed, trying to not burst into tears all over again. He hated crying, but that was exactly what he wanted to do at the moment. "I knew I had to tell you, before they did, but I didn't really want you to know, Harry. I'm sorry I hurt you." Draco mumbled.

Harry was silent for several more minutes, trying to understand. "I don't think it's actually your fault, Draco."

"How can it not be my fault!? I was there!" Draco asked incredulously.

"The imperious. She told you to let her do it, from the beginning. You had lost your control from the beginning; Hermione is to blame for this. I just don't know why she would do it."

Draco shrugged. "Maybe Patil knows. After all, she has been masquerading as me. I can't believe that I was taken down by this! All of you are able to throw this, but not me!" Draco hissed.

"You'll be able to someday, Dragon. Just not today."

"Still, I hate this so much.... So does this mean that I've been acting like an idiot for nothing and you forgive me and it's your turn to comfort me?" Draco grinned slightly.

Harry just laid back on the rug to rest on his elbow, grinning also. "I did tell you that you're bi-polar, right? I don't have to forgive you, Draco. I told you, you did nothing wrong. Now come down here." He grabbed the edge of Draco's shirt and jerked the boy towards him, much to Draco's discontent.

"Hey! I like this shirt!"

"I don't care." Harry grabbed his collar and pulled him till Draco's lips met his.

Both ignored the loud pounding on the other side of the room.