Disclaimer: come on folks. If I owned it the sixth book would have had a slightly better ending.

I'm real bitter about that sixth book aren't i. rowling had better redeem herself something serious in the seventh book. Snape is just not like that. And Percy was hardly in the book-and why did everyone have to be so mean to the poor boy (I share a special bond with the character of Percy. I have two younger brothers who treat me like all Percy's younger siblings treat him-I'm the black sheep of my family because I'm a compulsive writer and do nothing else unless forced to) ah well. Get on and read about poor Draco now.

To warn you, there's a kind of split screen thing going on here, you get to hear bits from both Ron and Draco. But you'll know when. Now read!

The Other Way

I was still on the emergency call rota, even with looking after Draco. Ruth and Gerard had taken my other cases; I couldn't very well have them on call every night as well. It was my decision, and I stuck with it, I even took some of their nights as well, to kind of make up for it. So when the alarm went off I was out of bed and at the fireplace, pulling on a pair of trousers and stuffing my sleeping shirt down the waist band as I went.

Draco appeared at the door to his room, rubbing his eyes in a very-I really hate to use the word adorable-but he was, he looked about five when he did it.

"I'll be back as soon as I sort out what's happening at the unit." I called to him, and flooed to st. Mungos, leaving him standing at his doorway looking confused. I arrived at the unit seconds later, pushing open the door, my wand out, just in case. But there was no sign of anyone. Frowning I went to the first room and checked inside, empty.

I checked all the rooms-just to make sure, but there was no one there apart from who was supposed to be. Something had to have triggered that alarm. It only went off if there was a human in the ward-whether they were in animagus state or not. It might have been a false alarm, but I had to be sure, so I hit the alarm for Ruth and our Aurors.

I waited nervously, something just didn't feel right, and I didn't like it one bit. Ruth, Judith and Colin were there within minutes, all looking very unhappy, whether with me or the fact that someone was in the unit, I couldn't be sure. I hoped it wasn't at me.

"The alarm went off. Someone was here. I've checked, but I can't find anything, and I don't know the animagus identification charm. Something doesn't feel right." I said before they could speak.

"We're on it." Judith said, moving off in one direction, Colin nodded and moved off in the other. They came back a few minutes later, Ruth was busying herself at the desk, she had checked in all the patients rooms already.

"No animagus in the unit, now anyway-there's a chance they might have snuck out while you were waiting. If they were small enough you might not have seen them." Judith said, frowning, looking round suspiciously.

"Someone used a transportation spell though." Colin said, joining us. "Do you know anyone who knows one? It would explain why you never saw them."

The unit was protected by anti-apparition wards, just to be safe. Hardly anybody knew transportation spells… no one with anyone in the unit. The only person I knew was…

"Harry!" I breathed, horrified. "Draco!" I was out of the unit and in the fireplace a moment later and flooing for home.

Draco

When he left I couldn't go back to sleep, so I went into the living room to wait for him. I sat in the seat across from the fireplace. I didn't feel safe enough to sleep unless he was here. Weak, I know. But true. I trusted him to look after me. If he wasn't here then anything could happen.

I knew he was there the second his magic rippled the air across the back of my neck. And I couldn't move. He was here. He was here he was herehewasherehewasherehewashere! It's impossible to breathe when your mind gets full like that. I was going to die, I was going to die.

"Hello Draco." He whispered, leaning down, speaking into my ear.

Can't breathe! Oh god he's going to kill me, he's going to kill me. Don'ttouchmeplease, just let go, let me go let me go let me go. I don't wanna go with you, I don't I don't idon'tidon't! Please let go… please…

"Aren't you going to say hello Draco?" he asked, his voice silky. He wants me to disobey.

"He-Hello." I force out.

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease…

"Good. Now, you want to come home with me, don't you?"

Pleasenopleasenopleasenopleaseno… god please don't let him take me.

His hand tightens round my neck. "Don't you?" he grits out.

You made him angry, you know you shouldn't make him angry, why'd you make him angry? He's going to kill you now, you know he will. Just say yes, just agree, just tell him what he wants to hear, just tell him. Before he gets more angry. But maybe he doesn't want an answer. What to do what to do. Answer don't answer-will he hurt you worse…

Too late.

My cheek burned as he shoved me forward and off the seat angrily and I hit the floor hard. He stalked round and grabbed my arm, twisting it back as he pulled me off the floor. "We're going home, and your going to show me just how sorry you are that this all happened." He spat.

Oh god no…

Ron

"Draco!" I yelled, stepping out of the fire grate quickly and looking round. And with a sickening thud as my heart dropped ungraciously to my feet I knew he'd been here, and he'd taken Draco. I sagged back against the fireplace and started at the room, my brain working over time. Trying to work it out through the little bursts of 'whys?' and 'how's?' and 'I'm going to kill him when I catch him'.

He had Draco. Where would he go with him? Would he take him home with him? It was somewhere to start. I didn't even think of getting in touch with Ruth, Judith and Colin, just got right back into the fire grate and flooed to Harry's house.

I didn't get far-he'd disconnected it. I slammed back to my own fire grate hard and staggered out dazedly. If you've never tried to floo to a disconnected fireplace, I suggest you try it sometime if you want to lose all your remaining brain cells. I had to get outside my anti-apparition wards, then apparate to Harry's. And then I was going to kill him.

Draco

"You love me Draco, don't you? You don't love Ron. Do you?"

Nononononononononnonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononnonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononnonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono nononononononononnonononononononononononononononononononononononononononononono

Not love please not love.

"You know I love you Draco-you know I do. I've missed you terribly, everyday. I want you back. I promise I'll change. I know I hurt you. But I'll show you just how much I love you. We can go back to how we were, in the beginning. You remember?"

I remember. I remember that I don't love you, I don't, I don't, I never have and I never will. I hate you I hate you I hate you "I hate you!"

"You don't mean that Draco! You don't hate me. You love me. You just don't know it yet. But I'll show you. I'll show you just how much you love me!"

Notagainnotagainnonononono! Please, no, not again.

"Nononononononononononononononopleasepleasepleasepleaseno!"

"I'm going to show you just how much I love you Draco. And once you know you won't ever leave me again, ever. You won't want Ron again. You filthy slut!"

Ron! Ron will save me, he'll come, he won't let him hurt me again. Please come Ron, please come, please save me please. NO! Not upstairs, not upstairs, notagain notagain please not again. No one hears you scream Draco, no one cares, no one ever saves you you deserve it you know you do no one ever saves you. You scream and scream and scream and scream and no one ever comes. Not upstairs… please…

Sobs rent the air with a desperation unheard before by man. Such pain was impossible to measure. The hopelessness was so intense it would have shocked the world to stillness. Had the world been listening. But the world had never listened to the cries of Draco Malfoy, and God never heard his prayers.

Ron

I landed just outside the anti-apparition ward around Harry's place. He was more paranoid than I was, his covered a larger distance. The second I arrived I was running to the house, wishing and hoping I wasn't too late. God only knew what was happening to Draco in there. If it was anything like what Draco had described to me I didn't know what I would do. Between myself and Harry, one of us may not leave this house alive. And as far as I was concerned, if he did anything to Draco he wouldn't be leaving.

I blasted the door off its hinges when I reached it, I knew the silent alarms where alerting the Aurors, but I didn't care, they might arrive in time to save Harry. I didn't care.

"No! Stop it no!"

There was a crash from upstairs, then Draco screamed. It was the most heart wrenching sound I have ever heard. I raced for the stairs, taking them three at a time. The noises led me to the room, I blasted the door off and for a full minute I couldn't move.

It was probably the worst scene I'd ever seen, it even eclipsed seeing Percy take those curses for me, and Ginny's eyes. It was all pushed aside when I saw him, trying to pull away from Harry; his hair snagged in Harry's fingers, his face cut from being dragged, one arm twisted unnaturally in Harry's other hand. His sleeping shirt was ripped up the middle-Harry was blocking anything else, but I could imagine.

His eyes widened when he saw me, his bleeding lips moved to say my name, I could see it, and so, apparently could Harry. Because almost instantly Draco's head snapped to the side and hit off the bedpost and he collapsed back.

That unfroze me, and forgetting my wand, forgetting I was even a wizard, I lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of Harry's hair and jerked him back viciously. There is something to be said for the height difference between us. He fell on the floor, held up only by my hand in his hair. "You bastard." I hissed out through gritted teeth. "You fucking bastard!"

I think that if Draco's sudden movement hadn't distracted me I actually might have killed him. I was on the verge of it. That famous Weasely temper had risen to overload, and I was ready. My fingers were itching to do it. But as I said. Draco moved, and I was distracted. Which gave Harry ample time to twist round and knock me off my feet.

He crawled on top of me, pounding his fists into my chest and face. I didn't even have time to blink at the change in roles.

"You stole him from me! You stole him. He's mine! Not yours!" Harry was screaming.

I eventually got the chance to throw him off and scrambled quickly to my feet, breathing heavily and staring at him in horror. He was looking at me, his eyes wide and glazed. Wild. Then he looked past me. Following his gaze quickly I moved to block his access to Draco. But he was quicker. He dove past me, grabbed the semi conscious Draco by the throat and jerked him off the other side of the bed. Holding him close and scowling at me.

"You can't have him Ron. He's mine."

Draco's grey eyes were amazingly clear, they were wide and frightened, and they pleaded with me to save him. And I wanted to. But just like with Percy, I could do nothing.

Harry summoned his wand and pointed it to Draco's head. And I knew what he meant to do.

"Harry, no. stop it. We can get you help for this. Harry please, let Draco go." I tried to reason, it was the only thing I could do.

Harry laughed. "Help me? You think you can help me Ron? Can you go back in time and make it so that bastard never existed, that my parents are still alive. That Sirius was never in prison-that he wasn't dead-that Remus and Dumbledore… can you make it so I'm not the boy who lived, that I'm not destined to save the world. Can you make it so I'm not a wizard? None of this would have happened if I wasn't a wizard. Everyone I love dies Ron. Draco loves me. Don't you? You love me. And because you love me you have to die, don't you. It's the only way. I was wrong to try and keep you Draco. I'm sorry, but I'll fix it now. It'll all be ok when I fix it." He looked at me, his eyes surprisingly calm.

"Harry!" I breathed. God this went so much deeper than just control. This went beyond everything. "Don't Harry."

"I have to Ron." Harry whispered.

Draco looked at me, I couldn't look at him. I couldn't look at him and know I couldn't save him. God I'd screwed up so badly. "Harry, let him go. This isn't the way to do it. Please Harry."

Harry smiled. "Avada K-"

"Expelliamus!" Someone yelled and Harry's wand went flying out of his hands.

In his surprise he had loosened his grip on Draco, who somehow managed to get away from him, scrambled un-dignantly over the bed and collapsed in my arms, sobbing into my chest, I watched as the group of Aurors swarmed onto Harry.

"Ronald."

I blinked when I heard Ruth; I looked round to find her standing beside me, smiling sadly at Draco. She handed me a robe, which I took one handed, nodding my thanks. I draped it round Draco, pulling back a bit to fasten it at the front. He watched my face the whole time, hands bunching into fists at the front of the robes to hold them closed around him.

"Take him home Ronald." Ruth told me.

I nodded absently, and gently guided Draco out of the room, down the stairs, reconnected the fireplace and we flooed home. I was already making plans to move though.

Whoa. Intense really. And I hope I have explained successfully why Harry behaves as he does. If all that shit happened to me I'd probably be a little psychotic as well. Was it ok? Review and let me know. Remember you must review all chapters. It doesn't end here people. There's still more. It's a story about healing, we can't end it on an arrest, it defeats the purpose, as dramatic an ending as this would be.