Warning: Language and sexual content none now. Slash boy x boy love!

Disclaimer: Own not, profit not, sue not.

----

"Why the fuck are you in my apartment!" the woman from the doorway screeched.

Draco smirked and tossed her the keys he had used to get in.

"Your boyfriend is gay."

She stared, horrified, and screamed. "WHAT!"

Draco nudged past the woman and bolted out of the apartment complex.

0000

Draco sighed as he rested Ha—Potter on the leather couch. The house smelled of mothballs. Draco scrunched up his nose; no one had been living here for months. The halls were covered in layers of dust and spider webs. But it would have to do for now.

Draco tentatively rested a hand on Harry's shoulder. Gently, he reached his hands down and pulled Harry's shirt partway up to reveal a bruised and bleeding stomach. Harry looked frail by looking at him, but underneath his bones stuck out, he was bleeding, and had obviously not eaten or bathed for a long time. Draco covered his eyes with his hand, why me? I can't possibly…heal him; I mean…what the fuck am I doing anyway? This is insane.

Draco glanced at the gently fluttering long eyelashes on the bruised, beaten face. He sighed. Mumbling, Draco ran into some unknown room and came back producing a bowl of warm water and several clean washcloths. Slowing, he rolled up Harry's left sleeve, causing the sleeping beauty to stir.

Harry stared at Draco and said plainly, "That hurts."

"I don't intend to have you covering this house in your red filth."

"I am NOT staying here," Harry screamed in a strangled gasp. He tried to free himself from Draco's grasp, but cried out in pain.

"You don't have much choice," stated Draco through gritted teeth. With that, he pulled Harry's sleeve up roughly and began to rub his skin with a washcloth.

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" Harry gasped through tearful sobs.

"WHY WON'T YOU LET ME BLOODLY WELL HELP YOU?" yelled Draco; and he stormed off into an unknown room.

Harry turned his head to look at his surroundings. He was sitting in a gothic-style room, with a piano sitting in a corner. There were several bookshelves and chairs scattered throughout the room.

After sitting for about an hour, although it felt like longer to Harry, he painfully staggered into an upright position and hobbled in the direction Draco had exited the room. After five minutes of half-crawling, half-dragging himself, Harry at last found Draco.

"Malfoy…" he called softly.

"Fuck off," replied Draco without turning his head.

Harry fell to the floor, yet again.

"…I can't get up."

No reply.

"…please……"

Draco stood and turned to exit the room.

Harry looked up with tears in his eyes. "I'm sorry. Just, please. Don't go."

Draco turned his head so Harry could see the profile of his face.

"I'm sorry too."

And left the room.

----

Yeah, long time no update. I'm not at all motivated. Hardly and reviews. shakes fist But it must really suck that badly. cacod