Ok, I don't own Harry Potter or anything like that. Just to get that out of the way.

I know, I know, this chapter is a bit longer than the past ones, and I was going to save the whole Harry having dinner with a certain person until the next chapter but I didn't want another cliff hanger. So, I hope you guys like this.

Also, BIG WARNING, there are some descriptions of rape and violence in this chapter. Nothing is actually done, just descriptions of what has happened to Draco, so brace yourselves or just skip over that paragraph. It's there for explanation.

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Harry woke the next morning in the infirmary. He turned and looked at Draco. Draco was still asleep. Through Harry's fuzzy vision Draco looked like an angel with barely any features. The morning light streamed through the window and played on his blond hair and light skin creating a glow around him. Harry pulled himself out of the bed, stretched his aching muscles, and put on his glasses letting everything come into focus. The bruises that had been on Draco's arms had disappeared with Madame Pomfrey's healing potion. Harry sat down in a chair next to Draco's bed and gently took the sleeping boy's hand in his.

"It's all right Draco," he whispered to him. He gently kissed Draco's hand and began stroking his fingers with his own. "You're safe now. You're at Hogwarts. The people who hurt you are being chased down as we speak. You'll never have to worry about them ever again. They'll be put in Azkaban and you'll never have to worry about them again. It's all right. You're safe. You're with me. I won't let anyone hurt you." Harry gently pushed an errant piece of hair off his forehead and smoothed it down with the rest of his hair. "I'm sorry I wasn't home. I don't know what happened. But I want you to know that I'm not angry with you, and I don't blame you. I'll let you tell me when you wake up."

"Good morning Mr. Potter," said Madame Pomfrey as she bustled in.

"Good morning Madame Pomfrey," Harry said quietly. He didn't let go of Draco's hand and Madame Pomfrey either didn't notice or chose not to mention it.

"He's looking better this morning. Another couple of days and he should be completely healed."

"What did they do to him?" Madame Pomfrey paused, considering how to tell him what she had found.

"There was some internal damage, where they had..." She stopped when she saw Harry wince. He didn't have to be told what they had done. "The rest were bruises and cuts over the rest of his body. I found a couple of broken bones, but nothing too serious. All that remains to be seen now is what his mental state will be after this."

"His mental state was all ready shaky."

"I found some scarring."

"They did this to him before," he said numbly. "And I wasn't there."

"And they would have taken you as well. They used a mind charm on him." Harry looked up at her startled.

"The Imperius Curse?"

"No, not the Imperius Curse. It's a suggestion spell. People have described it as a voice in their head that was speaking to them and their most deep insecurities and fears." Harry sat dumbfounded.

"How damaging can a suggestion be?" he asked hesitantly.

"You said it yourself, his metal state was all ready shaky. He was more than likely incredibly open to suggestion. If the person knew his greatest fears, he could easily make Mr. Malfoy do things or go with them just like he did." Harry felt his anger boil inside of him. He knew that the wizard must have played on the insecurities that he knew existed in Draco's mind.

"Do you think that the wizards who did this will be punished once they are found?"

"I think that between you, Mr. Malfoy here, and Professor Dumbledore that you can convince the Ministry of Magic to put them away in Azkaban for a very long time."

"What will Draco have to do?"

"He'll have to testify before the Ministry of Magic about what they did to him."

"Can't they just see the evidence and make-"

"I'm afraid it's not that simple. And you know that. I understand that this will be very hard for Mr. Malfoy. But I think that given enough support and attention that he will get through this and testifying will be catharsis for him instead of torture."

"I hope you're right Madame Pomfrey." She smiled gently at him and said,

"I've lived a long time and I have seen many things. But there is one thing in this world stronger than fear, stronger than hate, stronger than evil, and you well know even stronger than He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. Love. If he has someone who loves him and can support him through all of this, he will survive this. And provided no one takes over your mind and takes you away from him, I don't think he has to worry about that." Harry looked up at her with surprise, but she simply gave him a knowing smile. "Like I said, I've lived a long time and I have seen many things. Love is the strongest." The woman then pulled the privacy curtain around the bed and went off to take care of her other patients.

Harry looked back at Draco's sleeping form. Once again he kissed his love's hand and held the limp hand up to his cheek.

"I love you. Listen to me. Please. I love you." He heard Dumbledore's voice speaking quietly to Madame Pomfrey somewhere in the infirmary and he knew he was coming with news for Harry. Harry gently put Draco's hand back down on the bed, kissed Draco on the forehead, and then quietly slipped through the privacy curtain into the infirmary.

Dumbledore and Pomfrey were standing a few feet away from the cot where Draco was lying. Both turned to Harry when he emerged from the privacy curtain. Harry walked towards them and said,

"Professor Dumbledore, I'm guessing you're here to give me some news."

"I am Harry," said the old wizard. "Let's go to my office." Harry didn't protest this time and silently followed Dumbledore up to his office once again. Once the two had sat down Dumbledore began.

"Three of the wizards were found. The fourth is being tracked. The other three wizards have been questioned but none of them are telling where their companion is."

"Will they be able to find the fourth wizard?"

"They have a plan. But it requires your cooperation." Harry felt doubt for half a second before he said,

"What do they want me to do?"

"This remaining wizard is best at a mind charm which-"

"Gives suggestion and plays on one's greatest insecurities and fears. Madame Pomfrey told me that he used it on Draco."

"He isn't looking for Draco anymore. He knows that I am protecting him here. So now, he is looking for you."

"Why me?"

"You were kind to Draco. You took him into your house. You rescued him. He sees you as his greatest enemy now. You've taken away his favorite... whipping boy shall we say."

"So, what's my part in this plan to capture him?"

"They want to use you as bait. You will invite him to dinner and tell him that you want to talk about what the two of you should do to Draco." Harry swallowed hard.

"I'm supposed to act like I want to do the things he did to Draco. I'm supposed to act like his friend. Do they have any idea... how sick this idea is?"

"Yes, they do. But the belief is that he will spot a Ministry of Magic officer from a mile away. They believe that the best way to get close enough to him to capture him, is for you to lure him into a trap. You will invite him to dinner. You will tell him to meet you at your house where you feel safe. Officers of the ministry have all ready set up a perimeter around your house and are ready to trap him there and take him in."

"Do you think he will know it's a trap?"

"I'm not sure Harry. Nothing is certain. He may suspect that it's a trap. You must convince him that you are on his side and that his interests and yours are not that far apart."

"Even though they are more far apart than night and day."

"I know that this will be hard for you Harry."

"You have know idea how hard though."

"No, I have no idea how hard it will be. But you must do this."

"I must do a lot of things. I must live. I must be the chosen one. I must watch friends die. I must be the one to kill Voldemort. And now I must act like I want to rape and betray the love of my life in order to capture the last person who hurt him so terribly when all I want to do to this wizard is unleash my anger on him."

"I don't blame you Harry. You have every right to be angry with me, with the ministry, with Voldemort, and even with the world. But he is the love of your life, and you have a chance to save him now." Harry finally realized his words. He had let loose his secret. But he had to admit, Dumbledore was right. He had to do this.

"Professor, give me your word that you will protect Draco with your very life if you have to."

"I give you my word Harry. I will protect him."

"How do I contact this wizard?"

Harry set out two plates, two sets of silverware, and two glasses on his kitchen table. He pulled out the steaks from his oven and looked them over to make sure they were done. He put one on each of the plates and spooned fresh mashed potatoes onto the plates. He looked up at the clock as he grasped his wand in his right hand. It was two minutes until seven. He watched the seconds tick by waiting for seven to arrive. He took several deep breaths and began strengthening the walls of his mind. He was determined to keep this wizard out of his mind no matter what it took. He heard the knock on the door at exactly seven o'clock. Taking a deep breath he walked to the door and opened it. A tall man standing about six feet stood on his porch. The man had steel blue eyes, long black hair which he kept in a pony tail, and was dressed in black with a black cloak around him.

"Harry Potter I presume," he said in a voice that was dark and calm.

"Yes, and you are?"

"My companions call me Sam. Sam Malfoy to be exact." Harry kept his expression the same, but inside the walls of his mind his thoughts were racing. Sam Malfoy?

"Come in," said Harry holding open the door.

"Thank you," Sam said as he walked through the door. "This is a very nice place your godfather left you."

"Yes," said Harry calmly. He led Sam into the kitchen and pulled out a chair for him.

"So, he lives, he kills Voldemort, he saves the world, and he can cook. You are full of tricks Potter."

"One has to be," replied Potter. He knew that Sam was just trying to get him riled up so that his mental blocks would come down. He was determined to keep that from happening. "What do you prefer to drink?"

"Brandy if you have it." Potter pulled out his bottle of brandy and uncorked it expertly with a corkscrew. Then he poured it into both their glasses. Harry put the bottle between them and then sat down. Sam lifted his glass in a toast.

"To new alliances," he said with a smirk. Harry lifted his glass and said,

"To new alliances." Then they clicked their glasses together and gulped down the small amount of liquid in their glasses. Sam refilled their glasses to the top and then the both of them started in on their dinner.

"You make a good steak Potter," Sam said appreciatively.

"Thank you," replied Harry calmly. Just being in the same room with this man made him sick to his stomach. He had to figure out a way to start this man talking so that his cover story would remain.

"What are your intentions concerning the young Draco Malfoy?" said Sam. Harry swallowed his steak and considered what to say.

"He's a beautiful specimen," said Harry coldly. "I had intended on adding him to my list of conquests."

"He didn't mention us?"

"He did. I was playing the guardian angel, taking him in and saving him from the evil wizards who were doing to him exactly what I wanted to do." Harry felt like throwing up all ready. But Sam was starting to relax and an evil smile was lighting up his face.

"So, I take it he isn't the first boy that you've kept for your own pleasure?"

"Far from it." It was a lie. "I've had half the men in this neighborhood, although none of them would admit it if you asked them. Draco Malfoy is one trophy that I've wanted in my case for a long time now. Ever since we were in school at Hogwarts. Even there I had half the boys in my pocket wanting to suck me off at a moment's notice."

"You never got in trouble?"

"Who would believe such an awful rumor about the Boy-Who-Lived? My reputation was the perfect cover. Draco was just the one I could never catch in my web, until now. Now you've made him ripe for the picking by a sweet angel like me." Harry swallowed down a gulp of brandy and tried to keep control over his growing revulsion. Sam chuckled.

"I should have known. There was no one someone like you with such a sweet and wonderful reputation could be all sweet and wonderful. I knew there had to be a dark side to you."

"You wouldn't be the first to realize that and I doubt you will be the last."

"If it's only the two of us then I'm sure we can share Draco. He has such a wonderfully tight ass that hugs every inch of you with barely any effort. And by Merlin he has a wonderful scream. It can cause shivers to run up and down your spine while you're doing to him exactly what he wants even when he won't admit it. It would get even more fun when we would pull out the razors and cut long lines along his back making him shudder with pleasure. One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen is those bright red lines on his ivory pale skin." Harry remained calm even as he listened to the description of what this man used to do to his one love.

"I'll bet it's the most beautiful thing I'll ever see. Right up there with seeing you in chains." Sam paused and looked up at Harry. Before he could reach for his own wand Harry waved his own wand and shouted,

"Petrificus totalus!" Sam Malfoy stiffened like a board and fell off his chair. A second later two officers of the ministry came through the back door after hearing Potter's spell which was their signal to come in.

"Couldn't have done it without you Mr. Potter," said a third officer standing at the door. "We'll take him straight to Azkaban prison where he'll wait for trial with his other companions."

"Thank you," said Harry numbly. "If you'll excuse me, I'm heading back to Hogwarts." The officer nodded and then the three officers left with Sam in their custody. Harry cleaned up the kitchen and managed to get all the way to his bathroom before puking his guts out. Then he grabbed the bag he had packed earlier and made his way back to Hogwarts.

Once he got there, he went straight to Dumbledore's office. Dumbledore was waiting for him.

"It was Sam Malfoy," said Harry calmly. "Is he related to Draco?"

"He's his father's cousin," said Dumbledore calmly.

"He's in Azkaban now. Is Draco still in the infirmary?"

"Yes, he is."

"I'm going there now. Please don't talk to me until the morning." Dumbledore nodded. Then Harry made his way to the infirmary. Everything was quiet and dark when he got there. The privacy curtain was still pulled around Draco's cot. He quietly slipped inside and saw Draco shaking in the middle of a nightmare. After quickly taking off his shoes and his glasses, he climbed into bed next to Malfoy and held him close to him.

"It's all right Draco," he whispered while gently stroking the blond's back. "I'm here, I'm back. I won't let anyone hurt you." Soon the shaking stopped and Draco seemed to cuddle closer to Harry. Harry laid down his head on the pillow next to Draco's and fell asleep. He hoped Draco would wake soon. They still had a long journey ahead of them.