Harry had slept curled up with Billy in a corner of Kings Cross for three days. He had disguised himself as a vagabond to blend in with the surroundings of the station. It was now The first of September and the station was bustling with children pushing large trolleys, most suspiciously carrying owls. Harry stood up in the shadow of the pillar he had been sleeping under and with one wave of his wand he removed all the appearance charms leaving him to look like Harry Potter once again. He bent down and put a silencing charm on Billy and whispered to him "I'm sorry boy but it's a rule, I can't allow you to be barking all the time, but as soon as we get on the train I'm sure Hermione will have an alternative spell for you". The dog seemed to understand so Harry took hold of his leash and began to walk quickly toward plat forms 9 and 8.
Once there he glanced around, picked up the dog and walked right into the pillar of platform 9 all in one swift movement. Instantly he emerged in front of a large red and black train with the words "Hogwarts Express" on its front. He heard and shaky voice shriek "HARRY!" and before he could even turn his head the breath was knocked out of him and he found himself looking down at a head of bushy brown hair. "Hermione!" He exclaimed. The girl squeezed him so hard he couldn't breathe and then withdrew from him, showing her white and tear stained face. Before he could open his mouth to say a word though, he was surrounded by Red hair and freckles.
He smiled up at the Weasleys as Mrs.Weasley Hugged him just as tightly, if even tighter, as Hermione. "Oh are you all right dear!?!?" she sobbed. "Yes, yes I'm fine" he sputtered as she choked the life out of him. Once he had convinced everyone he was alright he was finally allowed to get onto the train, followed eagerly by Ron and Hermione who obviously wanted to hear the whole story.
Once they found a compartment all to themselves, they all settled into their seats followed by a long and uncomfortable silence, Harry settled into a seat by the window, it was a cold grey day and it looked like it was about to rain and it reminded him of the day him and Draco met on that train to muggle London, where it all started. "Umm... They have your trunk at school, it'll be in you dormitory when you get there" Hermione said quietly. "Oh!" she exclaimed with wide eyes as she saw Billy, apparently for the first time. "When did you get him? He's so adorable Harry!" She exclaimed as she went over to pet him, "Oh I see you have a silencing charm on him, here" she said and removed the spell, adding her own. Billy made a whimper then went to bark but it only came out as a barley audible "woof" as Hermione smiled and sat back down next to him. "What's his name and where did you get him?" she asked. "His name is Billy and I got him in a cardboard box" Harry said, he really didn't want to tell them everything, but he knew he would have to tell them something. He decided to be up front and said "So I suppose you both want to know what happened?" he gulped at their excited nods, he decided he wouldn't tell them everything, but just enough so they would know what happened. He sighed and started off describing the Dursleys' death, his flight to the train, and then he briefly explained of his meeting with Draco. "We decided to stay in a flat together until term started" he said quietly. "Blimey!" Ron exclaimed, "You've been stuck with that sodding git all this time! Oh I feel sorry for you mate", at this Harry winced, Ron had no idea. Harry told them of the death eaters coming and of his lucky escape and then of coming to King's Cross, leaving out as many details about Draco as possible. He didn't want them to know anything of what happened with him and Draco, he wasn't even sure himself. He just knew that it hurt. He missed Draco, he was worried to death about the blonde boy, the last he had heard of the boy was a scream, and that led him on to assuming, which led to nightmares and torturous imagery.
Both his friends questioned him mercilessly, and he had to recount everything and explain everything at least three times each, leaving out anything about Draco. That was when Hermione got that look on her face, that look that meant she was on to something, she was noticing Draco's absence through out his story and she wanted to know why, he could almost hear the cogs turning beneath all that bushy hair. But just as suddenly Ron jumped and yelled "OI!! Harry what is that!!?!" He was fixated on Harry's wrist, horrified. Harry was grateful for the distraction and said "This is Viper" stretching out his arm so that everyone could see. Hermione gasped as Ron shuddered, "That's an Asp Harry!" Hermione said in awe. "Ya I know, Isn't she beautiful" He said, but noticing their reluctant glances at his wrist and Ron's still terrified expression he continued "Oh but she's harmless, she's still a baby even and completely tame". Hermione sighed and said "Well it does make me feel easier that you can talk to her, I mean imagine if it was Neville with that thing!", "We'd all be doomed" Ron finished for her. "Here want to hold her Hermione?" Harry asked eager to keep her busy so her attention wouldn't wander to Draco. "Sure" she said in a rush of courage. Harry woke up the little white snake curled around his wrist; he introduced her to Hermione and handed her over to the girl. They seemed to get along fine.
"She is beautiful, how did you get her?" Hermione asked distractedly. "Draco" Harry answered without thinking. Hermione looked up at him just as he realized his mistake and he saw that the cogs in her head had clicked together again "What happened to him?" she asked, suddenly staring at him fixatedly as if she could see right through him. "Ya we saw him heading on the train you know" Ron piped in. At this Harry turned his head around so fast that he felt like he had almost dislodged his head from his neck "What?!?" , "Ya, he was looking just as snobbish as ever, being walked by his mum and dad to the train, sept' he wasn't bothering anyone I suppose, but he looked almost scary, so did his dad". Harry shot up from his seat and said "Do you know what compartment he's in!?!", "No but..." Ron began, but Harry was already out of the compartment with the white puppy trailing him followed closely by Hermione.
After running down the length of the train searching what seemed like every compartment on the train Harry came across a nearly empty one at the very back of the train, deserted except for a lone white blonde haired boy staring out of the window quietly. Harry slammed open the door and exclaimed "Draco!" completely out of breath and not knowing what else to say as relief mixed with other less distinguishable feelings poured into him. The blonde boy turned his head slowly around to stare at him. His eyes where a cold steel color, completely frozen and shielded. "What do you want Potter" the boy drawled, looking maliciously at Harry as if he was his sworn enemy. A wave of confusion swept over him as the boy continued to glare daggers at him, "Draco...?" Harry said in a small voice. At this Draco sneered and said "If you don't have anything to say Potter then stop wasting my time and leave" In a voice completely void of emotion. Harry just stared at the blonde boy, unable to speak. "I said get out" he said in a voice so calm and cold it was almost deadly.
A wave of cold dread washed over Harry, seeping into his lungs, making him unable to breathe. He just stood there stupidly as Hermione stepped behind him completely out of breath and obviously wondering what the hell was going on. A small white puppy bounded into the compartment barking quietly and began pawing at Malfoy's knees. His expression broke for a second as he stared down at the dog, but just as suddenly as it had appeared it was gone, replaced again by the cold steely gray, even more cold if that was even possible. Harry opened his mouth to speak but the blonde raised his voice and yelled "GET OUT!" in a more dangerous voice then the last, still sitting there like he had been when Harry had come in.
Harry felt that sickening stab at his heart and he turned away from the site, carefully closing the compartment door behind him. He looked up at Hermione and said quietly "Let's go", careful to shield his emotions, a trick he had learned from Draco. Hermione began to say "But Billy is in there..." but Harry turned on her, his eyes ablaze with rage "It's his goddamned dog let him keep it! Now let's go" he said angrily. Not wanting to anger him further Hermione feel silent and followed Harry back to the compartment where he sat silently staring out of the window for the rest of the trip.
At the back of the train Draco Malfoy turned his head back to the window and the cold grey sky roaring over the rolling green hills. Rain began to pour down heavily and staring out the window did not help anymore. His calm and cold composure suddenly broke and his stormy silver eyes filled with tears.
His shoulders lost their straight composed look as he slumped down and spotted the puppy. He got off of the chair and kneeled down in front of the dog, wrapping his arms around him and rubbing his face against the soft white fur, hoping that it could wipe away all traces of his tears. The dog fidgeted in his arms and pulled away as it began sniffing at Draco's arm. It nuzzled his arm until the sleeve had been stretched over his forearm and began to lick at the ugly mark there as if trying to wash it away. Draco looked down at the ugly skull and snake burned into his skin and knew it would never go away, no matter how much he wanted it to.
He had been punished for his betrayal and branded, only his mother saved him from the death he had deserved and now, seeing the look on Harry's face, he almost wished that he had died. He was a traitor, nothing but a filthy death eater now. The blonde boy slumped against the wall and let a few more tears slid down his face, they were beyond his control at the moment, as all his emotions were. It was too much to hide all at once. But he would have to get better at it, because he would have to hide it, hide it all and any traces of it, especially from Harry. And he would start now.
When the welcoming feast started Harry was not in a mood to eat, he was not in a mood for festivities as Dumbledore stood up and gave his annual speech of "The forbidden forest is forbidden" and such. The only change was the announcement that they had once again, a new DADA teacher, and much to everyone's surprise, it was Charlie Weasley. The tall read head stood up and instantly half the girls in the hall were staring all starry-eyed at him. If it was a normal year, he would have been delighted of what Malfoy's reaction to this would be, being taught by a Weasley, but then this wasn't a normal year, and Malfoy wasn't Malfoy anymore, he was Draco.
Harry wasn't paying any attention as he stepped out of the great hall and into the crowd of students. His attention was brought back to him however when he ran into something solid and then was pushed back by something even more solid. He looked up to find Draco standing in front of him looking as if he had just stepped on something particularly disgusting, Crabbe and Goyle on either side of him." You better watch where your going Potter" he said sneering, but when Harry tried to get past them Draco stepped in his way and pushed him back, "In fact , you'd better watch your back too" he said, his voice now cold and dangerous, "It's going to be a pleasure to watch you fall" he drawled, "Because you better believe it'll be coming Potter, when you least expect it" and with that he turned and left, followed by his two goons.
Harry felt a mixture of hate, anger, and misery rise up in him as he watched the blonde boy walk away. Dragging up all the self control he had, Harry walked to Gryffindor tower and into his dormitory. He half wondered what the hell all that was about and half really didn't care so he slid into bed and underneath the thick bedspread, now shaking with rage, he closed his eyes.
All that week Harry ignored everyone, he stayed in the library and used the excuse that he was doing homework. He had, in fact, already finished all his homework and was searching through the book shelves for a book to read, something to do. He came upon a book on magical snakes and snagged that off of the shelves. That's when he realized he had no idea where Viper was. He rushed over to Hermione who was, of course, sitting in her own little corner of the library and surrounded by a mountain of books. "Hermione" he gasped a little out of breath "Where is Viper!??" at this Hermione's eyes widened and she seemed to think for a minute, "I'm sorry Harry, the last time I saw her was when I was holding her. After the Malfoy thing I don't remember seeing her at all" seeing the worried stunned look on Harry's face she continued quickly "But I bet she's in the castle, probably just looking around, exploring her environment you know, don't worry she'll probably be back to you before you know it" At this Harry gave a tight nod and went back to his corner and his book on snakes.
He was still worried about Viper though as he exited the library. It was past dinner time and he wasn't hungry so he decided to go take a walk around the lake. As he turned the corner back to the castle a group of loud Slytherins emerged from the door, laughing and joking. Harry made to turn around and avoid them but it was too late, he had been spotted by the group. "Oh look its little Potty!" shrieked Pansy Parkinson in glee. "Taking a walk all by yourself Potter?" drawled an unmistakable voice, "What's the matter? The Mudblood and the Weasel left you all alone to go and make out?", at this Pansy Parkinson giggled hysterically, though really it wasn't even funny, but the stupid blonde was always giggling at Draco's jokes, if she thought she would ever have a chance with him she was dead wrong so why not give up the infernal giggling and shrieking.
"Shove off Malfoy, and Parkinson will you just shut up! Why don't you stop that disturbing giggling and shrieking and save us all the head aches! It really none to attractive either" Harry said, mainly keeping his focus on the girl so he wouldn't have to look at Malfoy. At this the blonde girl began to whimper and looked to Draco to defend her, but he had his hands on his hips and was staring at Harry with a look of cold amusement. When Harry looked over towards the boy his expression grew colder with a look of indifference. "Well well Potter, trying to get the better of us now? When did we get so cocky" He said, making a 'tsk tsk' noise. "I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you golden boy, in fact I'd be down right terrified. You of all people should know the war is coming, the new power is rising" He continued, "And sooner then you think Potter, you'll be the first to go". With that he turned and walked away, followed by the group of students who were all shooting him death glares as they passed.
Again he had been insulted, threatened, and hurt by Malfoy, and again the blonde boy was walking away as if it didn't matter. How could he pretend it didn't matter? They had become friends and helped each other. Draco had risked his life to save Harry, to let him escape, how could he be acting like this. Like none of it ever happened? Harry was so confused as he began his walk back up to Gryffindor tower. And there was that kiss... he hadn't touched upon that subject since it had happened, but he couldn't deny it. They had kissed and it had felt like the most incredible thing in the world to Harry, but now it just added to his confusion. He couldn't even picture in his mind to see Draco smile anymore, that seemed like so long ago and now it all seemed as if it had never happened, like it had been only a dream.
He climbed into bed and pulled the curtains closed. Two months could not have been a dream. It had happened, and he really had felt those things for Malfoy, and some of those things he had been scared to admit he felt; now it was even worse. Just then Harry felt something cold and smooth slither up his arm and next to his head. "Master" came a hiss next to his ear and Harry turned to see Viper's silver eyes staring up at him. "Where have you been!??" Harry hissed back. "I went with the girl to the place where the blonde boy was, and I stopped there master" she hissed in return. Harry gave a bitter little growl at this and said "I don't want to hear about him, the traitor, the stupid git!", "But master" Viper hissed "He is not well, he is not happy, after you left he dropped to the floor master". At this Harry snapped his head back to face the little white snake on his pillow "He what?!??" Harry asked, suddenly worried. "He fell to the ground, he was crying master, he is not happy. He has the mark of the dark lord on his arm" The concern for the boy was swept away by rage as he registered that Draco was now a death eater. "They marked him!! He became one of them!" Harry hissed angrily, "Yes master but he did not want it" the snake hissed almost sadly, "I must go to hunt now master, I will be with you tomorrow".
The snake left him feeling worse and more confused then ever. Quiet tears of frustration filled Harry's eyes as he thought about it, why couldn't he had saved Draco? Why was he acting like this now!? Why couldn't he have Draco!?!?? Harry's view of Draco did not change and the next day just further proved it. They had potions with the Slytherins and Draco had walked by his cauldron and threw in something, causing his potion to bubble and hiss dangerously and turn acid green. As Harry glared angrily at his cauldron a voice near his ear whispered "Be careful Potter, that potion is going to blow up any second now" Harry turned and saw no one there, he stared at Goyle, who was sitting right behind him, but he was looking the other way.
Harry turned back to his potion and was about to attempt to empty it when a strong hand gripped his shoulder and pulled him backwards, tipping his chair over. A few seconds later the potion blew up, obliterating the desk Harry had just been sitting at. The dark haired boy looked around bewildered for a sign of who had pulled him out of the way of the explosion, but again he only saw Goyle, looking up at the ceiling stupidly. "Mr. Potter!" came Snape's angry voice, "What have you done! 15 points from Gryffindor!" At this Malfoy and Crabbe snickered furiously.
Harry left the dungeon fuming and headed to lunch, trying to ignore every one and everything except his plate and his pumpkin juice. And this tactic seemed to work just fine, he had evaded all questions, conversations, and eye contact, he was sure Hermione was a little suspicious anyway , and once she got started she would not stop until she knew exactly what was going on.
Harry continued his evading routine for another week, but when Hermione caught him shooting unconscious glances at Malfoy, she knew something was up. But when she caught Malfoy stealing glances at Harry, she knew she needed to be in on whatever it was.
Harry felt himself wondering why Malfoy kept threatening him like this every time they ran into each other. Why all the weird threats? And no matter how many threats he threw, he never fought with Harry, in fact he left Ron and Hermione almost completely alone. Harry turned a corner and found quite suddenly that he had no idea where he was. He had been heading to the lavatory but became lost in his thoughts as he went. Now he was lost. And Hogwarts castle was not some where you would want to get lost in, and Harry knew this more than most students. With this in mind he began trying to find his way again.
About three hours later, Harry was still wandering the maze like corridors of Hogwarts. He didn't even know what part of the castle he was in, but it probably didn't help that he still wasn't paying any attention to where he was going. His mind kept wandering off and he didn't really mind that he was lost, wasn't really trying to be found. He liked the quiet. He turned another corner and found himself staring across the room at a blonde boy in black robes. The silvery gold hair was unmistakably Draco's.
The blonde boy was standing at a wide triangular window with his arms resting on the window sills. The glass was thrown open and the wind was blowing gently against his face, sending up strands of silver and gold hair, looking translucent in the soft sunlight. The boy looked so vulnerable, it was not like Draco to look or be vulnerable. Harry slowly approached the boy, being careful not to make a noise and make him aware of Harry's presence.
As all Harry's attention was on the blonde boy, he didn't see Misses Norris come creeping along the corridor and right in front of him. There was a loud howl of "MEROWWW" and Harry, caught off guard by the sudden crunchy and soft solidness moving out from beneath his foot, lost his footing and fell backwards with a yelp into a suit of armor. The blonde boy, hearing the loud noises behind him, turned around and raised an eyebrow at the scene, then got up and reached out a hand to help Harry up with an amused smirk on his face as the loud clanging of the metal crashing to the floor echoed down the halls.
Harry took it and got up, smoothing out his robes and brushing away the dust that had settled there from the old suit of armor. Harry glared up at Draco as the boy grinned stupidly, suppressing laughter. "I thought you were supposed to be out to get me right, why are you helping me up" He said in a cold voice. Draco's face suddenly settled back into cold dislike as he seemed to regain his memory of where he was and when it was, and who he had to be. "I won't bother to offer a hand next time Potter, don't worry" he said just as coldly, if not colder. Harry glared up at the boy again but instead of the normally cold steel grey eyes he was staring into pleading and tortured mercury eyes, and he lost his composure, unable to glare at him any longer or hate him. At that moment he just wanted to pull the blonde into his arms and kiss him softly, show him that he didn't care, that he would do anything for the boy no matter what.
Harry looked down at his hands instead, knowing that he would not do that, and he noticed the gleaming silver ring on his finger. It glinted emerald and silver in the dying sunlight and he was suddenly reminded of the Draco he had kissed so long ago, and of how much he missed that Draco and yearned for him, and the ring reminded him that he would not give up, he would not let go. With strong determination and forced calm Harry looked back at the blonde and spoke into his eyes, "Draco what happened? Why are you like this?" at this the blonde turned away before Harry could see his reaction and said coldly "Potter I don't know what you are talking about, you're diluted", Harry's calm cracked at these words and he grabbed Draco's arm, spinning him around to face him and blurted out "But I love you Draco!" before he could stop himself.
The blonde boy's eyes widened and he pulled away from Harry's grip violently and said acidly "Stop it Harry just stop it!", "No!" Harry cried, now gripping him firmly by the shoulders. It was all too much for Draco and tears burst into his silver eyes, he pushed Harry back and cried "You don't understand Potter! You're so stupid!" Harry was momentarily stunned by this sudden reaction but the blonde boy plowed on "Why couldn't you just leave it! Why couldn't you just leave me? You had to ruin it all!" Harry had no idea what the blonde was talking about and was still stunned by his outburst, "Because I love you Draco" he whispered, just now realizing how true those words where.
"Arghh!" Draco growled and said "You don't understand! Your so stupid you ignorant prat! I'm doing this for you Harry!" before Harry could express his confusion Draco said "I'm hinting to you, I'm trying to save you! Voledemort is coming for you Harry, and soon, he's rising faster than anyone thought and he's coming to get you!" again Harry was speechless, was that what all the taunting and the Voldermort talk had really been about? The boy had been trying to warn him the whole time. Draco fell back against the window sill and looked fixedly down at the beige marble floor so that his hair fell forward and covered his face, "Don't you understand Harry" he whispered, "This is how it has to be". Harry finally snapped back to realization and said frantically "No it doesn't have to be that way Draco it doesn't!", "Yes it does Harry!" Draco said, finally looking up at him with pleading tear-filled silver eyes, "I have to save you, and to save you I have to stay away from you, there's no other way". Harry ran his hand through his hair rapidly and said "Yes there is another way Draco, I can help you...I...I need you Draco, I can help you, please let me try".
Draco looked at him with a pained expression on his face, but Harry could see a spark of hope in his eyes, "I really don't know what to do Harry" he whispered and he seemed to have fallen apart completely. He was no longer the Draco from the train compartment who had everything under his control, and Harry wondered if he ever was. Harry kneeled down in front of the blonde boy and gripped his chin gently, tilting his face up wards "Then let me worry about it, let me know what to do Darco and just... just let me take care of you". Harry brought his lips up to meet the blonde boy's and he fell off the window sill and into Harry's arms, desperately holding on to the kiss. "Yes, Harry, yes, please" he whispered into the Harry's ear. Harry pulled him closer and held on to him tightly, "You don't have to worry now Drake, I'll take care of this, I'll take care of us" He said, slowly stroking the blonde's silky hair. "I love you Harry" he whispered quietly and then fell silent.
They sat rocking in a bundle for a while, now bathed in the fading light of the sun as it set into twilight. "Draco..?" Harry said quietly into the mass of silvery gold leaning against his shoulder. Draco shifted and looked up into Harry's face, "We should go" he said quietly. Draco nodded and asked "Don't leave me alone tonight Harry". Harry nodded silently and got up, still holding the blonde boy in his arms.
They reached Gryffindor tower and Harry stashed Draco in the dense shadow of a wide statue, "I'll be right back" he said and then disappeared into the hole in the wall behind the portrait of the fat lady. He reappeared a few moments later and threw the invisibility cloak over Draco and they both crawled into the hole leading into the common room. They headed silently upstairs and into Harry's dormitory. As soon as Harry had closed the door Draco let the invisibility cloak fall to the floor and came up to Harry. He cupped his face in his hands and began to kiss him gently.
Slowly the kiss grew more passionate and desperate as they both removed their robes. Harry led Draco to the bed where they both dropped on to the mattress and Harry kneeled over Draco and closed the curtains around them, setting a silencing charm on it. He came back to face Draco and resumed their passionate kissing. Draco ran his hands down the length of Harry's body and found his way to the waist band of Harry's pants, sliding his hand in and underneath his boxer shorts. Harry broke the kiss and looked into the blonde's eyes as Draco looked into his eyes silently. Draco whispered "Please" and then reached his hand lower to grasp Harry's cock. Harry closed his eyes and let out a soft moan.
Draco slowly began to stroke him as Harry withered above him. He pulled Harry's face closer and drew him into a soft kiss as he began to move his hand faster and faster up and down the length of Harry's shaft. The dark haired boy moaned into Draco's lips but Draco kept the kiss, gently running his tongue over Harry's bottom lip. Harry shuddered and came with a load moan into Draco's hand as Draco pressed his lips gently against Harry's and then released him. Instead of pulling his hand out of Harry's pants he began to remove them along with the rest of Harry's cloths as Harry swooped down on him and began to kiss him softly yet passionately.
They threw off all their cloths to the side of the bed and crawled under the sheets. Harry brought Draco into a warm embrace as he felt their naked body's press against each other. He felt the scalding heat of Draco's erection against his thigh and was soon just as hard as Draco was again. They lay on their sides and pressed against each other, enjoying the radiating warmth and sharing desperate and tantalizing kisses.
Draco pulled away from Harry's lips and looked pleadingly into his eyes. The desperation and need in those misty grey eyes made Harry's insides burn and he turned over on top of blonde boy and began to trail kissed down his neck, sucking and biting at the soft exposed skin. Draco parted his pale slim legs and Harry moved closer to him and kissed him more heatedly as his cock brushed against Draco. The blonde took Harry's hand and slid it down between his legs and pressed it against his cleft.
Harry looked up at Draco with a questioning look but the blonde boy just nodded dreamily and Harry grasped his wand, did a quick lubrication charm and slid his fingers into Draco's entrance slowly. The blonde boy's head fell back and he spread his legs wider to give Harry better access as he slid a third finger into him.
Harry gently removed his fingers from inside the blonde boy, drawing a small gasp from him. He did the lubrication charm on himself and pressed closer to Draco, slowly sliding himself into the blonde boy's entrance. Draco gave a little moan and wrapped his legs around Harry, pulling him closer and deeper as the raven haired boy began thrusting inside him. Draco's mouth fell open and he gripped the pillow behind him as his head fell back and he gasped and moaned. Harry ran his tongue against the blonde's exposed Adams apple and latched himself onto it, switching from sucking on it to licking it. This drew soft moans from the blonde boy which became sharper as Harry's thrusts grew in speed. "Harry!" Draco moaned "Oh Harry" and he gave a loud moan and gasp as Harry came inside him and collapsed onto the blonde boy, laying his head against his pale chest.
It seemed as if they had both melted into the bed as Harry pulled himself slowly out of the blonde boy and laid back down next to him, drawing him into his arms. He kissed the back of Draco's head and said "I love you Drake", the blonde boy pulled a pillow to his chest and sighed happily "I love you too Harry" he whispered as his eyelids fell closed. "Goodnight" Harry whispered as he joined Draco in sleep.
Harry opened his eyes to the new morning shining on his face and burning red through his eyelids. Ha looked down at the stirring in his arms. Nestled there was Draco, his face peaceful in sleep. His white blonde hair shown gold in the sun's bright happy rays and his skin held an eerie but delicate pale gold to it. He bent down and kissed the blonde boy's warm pale cheek and smiled to himself. He had Draco back, and he never planned to let him go.
Draco's eyelids fluttered open and he found himself looking into a pair of bright emerald eyes. He gave a grin and said "Good morning", Harry grinned back at him and said "I want to wake up next to you forever". Draco leaned forward and kissed Harry gently then said "I see no problem with that, but we should get up now". It was the weekend and Harry noticed that all of his dorm mates where out of their beds and the dormitory. Draco got out of the bed after Harry and said "I have to take a shower". Harry smiled and pointed to a door at the corner of the room, "There you go" he said "Oh and don't reach under the sink, one of Seamus's pranks escaped there and , well trust me you don't want to go sticking your hand in there", Draco nodded and went off into the bathroom.
Harry sighed and went over to make his bed. Now that the Happiness of the morning had settled in his thoughts wandered off to what had happened to Draco when they took him away. He knew it had to be really bad, and he wanted to know what they had done to him. He didn't want to sit there and imagine what kind of things go on in dungeons when death eaters get punished. The day before had happened so fast and one second he thought Draco was a traitor death eater who loathed him for all he was worth and the next second... well Harry still had know idea what happened there, but it had all led to them waking up together in his bed. Yesterday he had not cared, all he had wanted to do was to comfort Draco and to hold him, but today he wanted to know everything. He was still completely confused and he wanted the full story, wanted to know what had transpired from the day they had been attacked to last night, because honestly he really didn't know, only had a vague idea of the small understanding they had had between them yesterday
Harry had gotten dressed and sat down on the freshly made bed as Draco opened the Door of the bathroom and stepped out fully dressed followed by a roll of steam. He sat down next to Harry and they sat in silence until Harry cautiously said "Draco, I, er, I wanted to talk to you about..." But Harry stopped, thinking of a right way to put it, "That is to say, I..." But Draco blurted out "Harry I'm sorry just give me a chance to explain everything, I know I've been confusing and all but if you'll just let me tell you..." he trailed off, looking sadly into Harry's eyes. "I was going to ask you, I'm kinda confused, everything happened in a rush and all and I don't know what to feel, could you tell me what happened?" Draco looked a little relived at this and let his eyes fix on a scarlet sock on the floor as he wondered where to begin.
He sat with his elbows resting on his knees at the edge of the bed, hands clasped loosely on his lap. He let his white gold hair fall into his face to shield it from Harry as he tried to pick somewhere to start from, tried to find simple concealing words to what had happened. He took in a big breath and started "They, that is to say the death eaters, brought me back home, to Malfoy Manor". Everything that had happened was running through his mind, the images and memories dancing across his closed eyelids so that he was forced to watch.
He remembered seeing Harry running out of the door with Billy chasing after him, he looked frantically around at the masked faces, trying to find a way out, but before he could even begin to look there was a loud crack and he found himself in the largest room of the dungeon in Malfoy Manor. Sitting in a large wooden chair that looked like a throne was Voldemort. He stood up and hurried over to the large groups of death eaters appearing at Draco's side and they began to all talk heatedly and quickly, trying to explain what had happened to their master. Draco heard a loud growl and half of the group of black cloaked figures toppled onto the floor as a flash of white light filled the dungeon.
Second's later Death eaters were scattered everywhere and Voldemort was turning wildly from side to side blindly throwing curses of punishment at every one in the room in his anger. Draco was thrown aside on the floor and before he could get up, Voldemort had turned and rounded on him. Draco drew himself closer to the floor as the figure approached, looming over him. He could see the pure hatred and rage in his eyes. Before Draco could take in another breath Voldemort had pointed his wand at him and there was a burst of pain at every end of his body like fire consuming him from the tips of his fingers and toes and spreading slowly to the rest of his body. He heard a women scream and some yelling, and then all there was was a numb blackness.
Draco awoke in a corner of a dark room, sprawled on a cold stone floor. He recognized it as the dungeon chamber under his father's study where he had been locked away as a boy for punishment. The room was so small that if Draco stood up and stretched out his arms, his finger tips brushed the walls and if he raised his elbow over his head it would scrape the ceiling. The room was just as Draco remembered it, cold, dark, and eerie.
He sat and waited for what seemed like forever, conjuring up images and theories of what would become of him when that door finally opened. When it did the last person he had expected to see walked through the door a swept down to Draco's side taking his face in her hands and kissing his cheeks. It was his mother. "Draco, I'm sorry honey I'm so sorry but I couldn't stop them" she whispered frantically, "What?" Draco replied warily. "They are going to give you a memory charm; at least they aren't going to kill you thank god. I tried to make a potion for you but your father..." She trailed off, "A memory charm?" Draco asked, now sitting up and paying close attention. "A memory charm, a very powerful one, they are going to send you back to Hogwarts, they are going to use you and fill your head with their ideas once they've emptied it" she said. Draco looked into her tear stained face and saw the bruises plastered on her pale skin and the desperate look in her eyes. He nodded and said "Don't worry about me mother, at least I won't be dead..." "It will be worse then death! They are going to erase your memory up until last year, you will forget everything except the facts, you will forget your escape, even me talking to you right now and then brain wash you and feed you their beliefs!" At this Darco swallowed hard and his stomach twisted, he would not be himself; he would be a mindless servant. For his mothers sake he said "Don't worry mother, You'll always have your son, be strong" at this she gave a sob and she said "Be strong and fight Draco" and then she stood up and ran from the room and slammed the door and the room was once again swimming in darkness.
He lost count of the time and eventually five hooded figures came in and dragged him into His father's study. Voldemort was sitting at his father's chair and he was brought to face him, then pushed down on his knees, his hands tied behind his back. The death eaters stood in a close group around him as if to prevent his escapes while two held him by the shoulder. "Let's get on with it, hold him tight" Voldemort said, then he lifted himself from the chair and raised his wand to Draco's forehead. Draco's mind began to race frantically as the death eater's grips tightened. This was it, after this moment he would be gone, he would end up leading Harry to his death, he would be serving Voldemort for the rest of his life. He might as well sit still and not struggle, it would all be over soon and then he wouldn't have to worry any more. He closed his eyes tightly and all he could see was sparkling liquid green. Then there was Harry, and his sweet smile and Emerald eyes. Then Harry was writhing in pain, blood seeping out of the corners of his mouth and eyes and trickling from his nose. He screamed as his body twisted and contorted in unnatural ways and Draco heard the sounds of his bones snapping under the pressure. Then he was still, his emerald eyes staring straight at Draco, void of life.
Draco's eyes snapped open and he gasped. No, he would not let that happen. It would not be that way! He looked up at Voldemort's scaly grey face and felt hatred and rage burn through him as he twisted his revolting face into something close to a grin. He dropped his gaze back to the floor and clenched his jaw in determination. He would not let that happen no matter what. He would protect Harry no matter what. With the memory of those sparkling emerald eyes he heard the cold high voice hiss something and everything went black again as he felt himself go limp.