"Take All of Me"

Draco woke up, expecting to be in that dark, sad room with someone staring down at him behind the slits of a mask, a evil grin behind it, but instead to the innocent face of his hero, Harry Potter, sleeping peacefully, his strong, lithe arms thrown over Draco's thin chest.

Harry blinked awake and smiled, "Good morning, dragon."

"Morning," his voice cracked.

"Want breakfast?"

"Sure..." his voice was hoarse from the yelling last night.

"Follow me," he said, climbing out of bed and heading downstair in his boxers and a t-shirt.

Draco stood up and found him dressed alike as he followed the raven-haired boy into the kitchen.

"Good morning!" Sirius called, his arms tight around Remus.

This was probably Harry's reason for not being homophobic.

Harry grinned, "Look what followed me home! Can I keep him?"

Draco winced. He was used to being talked about being a pet.

Remus cast a worried look to the Malfoy, "Coffee?"

He recalled the burning liquid going down his throat- how wonderful it was when he was naked, laying alone in his room. He nodded, not able to find his voice.

Remus pulled himself out of Sirius' arms and poured him a mug. He pushed the pitcher of cream and sugar towards him, "Not too much. Don't want you bouncing off the walls," he teased, smiling, "you can share Harry's wardrobe. God knows he has more clothes than all of us put together."

Draco nodded once more, expecting to wake up to cold hands all over his body.

Instead he was enveloped by Harry, nuzzling his cheek.

He winced making Harry jump back.

"I'm sorry," he said immediatly, waiting for Draco to say something.

Draco picked up the mug and noticed the writing on it.

'I wrote your name in the sand, but the sea washed it away, I wrote your name in the sky, but the stars burned it away, so I wrote it in my heart, and forever it'll stay.'

Harry smiled, "That's my mug." he said.

Draco began to hand it to him, but Potter shook his head.

"I bought it," he explained, "Because I wrote your name in my heart," he laid his hand palm down over his breast.

Draco smiled and took a sip of the steaming liquid and let a sigh out.

Sirius raised an eyebrow, "What'd you put in that, Moony?" he teased.

Remus elbowed him and stood up, "Well, Harry, Draco, Sirius and I have to do some shopping."

"Oh! Muggleness!" Harry said, childlike.

"Muggles?" Draco said weakly.

"Yep. We need some food and WalMart is closer than Diagon Alley," Sirius said.

"Do they sell walls there, or something?" he asked.

Harry stifled a giggle, "No, it's just a name."

Draco turned a soft shade of red.

"Go bathe," Remus instructed, "We'll be back later."

Sirius made a face, "You guys smell."

Harry smiled, "Follow me," he said, accioing a towel from the closet.

They went up the spiral staircase and past the room they'd shared last night.

With his mind on this, Draco cleared his throat.

"What is it, Draco?" Harry stopped and looked at the blond.

He opened his mouth and willed the words out, but nothing but a squeak came out. He closed his mouth, determined and tried again, "Can I have my own room?"

A flicker of hurts flashed in Harry's eyes, but vanished as he smiled an understanding smile, "Of course," he nodded and motioned for him to follow, "The bathroom," Harry pointed to the room next to his, "Your room," he pointed to the room across the bathroom.

"Thank you, Potter," Draco murmured, his eyes on the floor.

Harry handed the weak blond the towel, "You're welcome, dragon," he smiled and disappeared into his room.

Draco hugged the towel to his chest as he walked into the marble bathroom. It was huge- much like his before he was banished to the rotting cell they called a bedroom for failing the Death Eaters' initiation.

He closed the door behind him, locking it with a echoing 'click' as he took the scenry in: marble floors, a set in bathtub that probably reached his neck when he sat down, and gold faucets.

He hung his head shamefully as he looked into the mirror- he didn't belong here, among such glamourous things.

He turned on the hot and cold water faucets as watched the tub fill with steaming clear liquid.

Draco noticed a cup of bath beads and dropped a few in- he could use with some pampering.

The water began to foam slightly and the sweet aroma of vanilla filled the room.

He slowly pulled off his boxers and raised his arms to lift up his shirt, but doubled over in pain, falling to the floor with a loud 'crack'.

Seconds later, there was loud knocking at the door.

"Draco?" Harry called, "Are you okay?"

Draco silently debated the question- a sharp pain was shooting through his arms and, now, because of the fall, his head. A small trickle of blood fell from the cut on his forehead.

"Oh god," Harry muttered and unlocked the door with his wand. The sight of a half-naked Malfoy on the floor made him jump, but he quickly recovered from the shock, helping the injured blond to his feet.

"Sorry," he whispered.

"I'ts okay, Draco," Harry said, easily pulling off the white t-shirt off the blond' skin and using it to gently pat his forehead. He then turned off the now thickly foamed water and helped him into the tub.

"I'm sorry," he reiterated for his own sake.

"Drak, it's okay. Completely faultless on your part," Harry said asDraco sat, facing away from him.

Harry poured some of the honey smelling shampoo into his palm.

Draco sighed, letting the water warm him, jumping slightly when Harry's hands touched his scalp. It was a new kind of touch for the blond who was used to the rough hands of the Death Eaters. This touch was gentle.

Harry began to hum softly as he massaged the amber liquid into the blond's hair.

Draco sighed contently again, sliding neck-deep into the water as Harry scooped the water over his head. He closed his eyes to keep the soap out.

"I really am sorry," he murmured, finding his voice at last, "I didn't need to make you do all this for me. Even considering all the times I was an ass."

"Forgive and forget, I say," Harry said, rubbing chamomile soap over his back.

"I suppose, but don't you want vengance? Justicification?"

"For curiousity's sake- why?"

"If I say the wrong thing, will you leave me here?"

"No, of course not. Well...not forever. You'll shrivel up," Harry teased, rubbing hsi shoulders, "Can you handle the rest?"

Draco nodded.

Harry stood up and turned his back away from the blond, "Finish and I'll get you out."

He nodded, then remebered that Harry could not see him, "okay," Draco's hand traveled down his stomach, washing himself with the soft sponge. He paused at his balls, running over the small gold loop that pierced between them, marking him as Voldemort's. He tried to pry it open, but to no avail. He quickly washed his thin legs and sunk back into the water, "Can you hand me a towel?" he said, motioning towards the sink where he'd laid it down.

Harry picked it up and handed it to the blond, smiling at him and hesitantly turning again.

Draco wrapped the huge towel around his waist as he climbed out, sheets of water running down his pale, frail, body. He sighed again, sadness in this one, as he looked into the mirror. He let a hand trace his cheek where a gnash was, small, but painful, stinging as he touched it.

"I'm ugly," the blond said to his relfection, "and useless," he added, remembering how he'd been forced to scream these things as Voldemort burned him from the inside.

"No, you are beautiful," Harry turned, "You always have been."

Draco shook his head, "You'll have to prove it to me later..."

"How 'bout now?" Harry said, nuzzling his wet hair.

Draco jumped and slipped on the wet floor, falling onto it, the towel landing in the draining water.

Harry's eyes, of course, land on his crotch, eyeing the ring, but pulls them to the icy coldness of Draco's bottomless eyes wherein his soul dwells, "I'm sorry, love."

Draco felt defiled in a new sort of way. He moved to cover himself, but as he met the emerald eyes, his stopped, sitting up, knowing how he had discovered the ring.

"I'm fine," Draco whispered, finally standing and turning away.

Harry blushed deeper as he stared at the blond's firm bum before turning and grabbing his own towel that rested on his doorknob, "Here," he thrust it to the blond, "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault. It's mine. I'm...I'm...I'm broken."

"Broken?" Harry asked.

"Broken," the blond said firmly.

"Masking tape?"

"No," Draco laughed.

Harry'd forgotten what his laugh sounded like- not that it was that hard. He'd never heard the blond laugh- snicker, but never laugh.

His eyes curved delicately and his nose crinkled, but only slightly as if careful not to wrinkle.

"Interesting fasion statement," he said softly.

Draco turned, eyes flashing, "Never mention that to me again!" he yelled before storming to 'his' room.

"Bloody hell...." Harry sighed.

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Ra: Better, loves?

Isis: BTW: There is this one chick who's reviewed for every single story of mine, yet said nothing nice. And nice 'good work, but here's a few mistake...ect' will do, but if we need to get technical and make fun of my stories- i.e. does this have a plot- duh; your spelling sux- sux- s-u-c-k-s; Arey ou wiccan- close enough- I'm catholic (no offense to the chick who asked me, I love you dearly.); ect...ect...ect...Let's stick to the stuff I know- c-a-t = dog. . that's all I have to bitch about. Hope this one was better than the other. Oh! And I'm working on A New Aspect, it will be slash, and a prequel to Crimson Regret/ Betrayl. I know that's not how you spell prequel, but...oh well...It's called "Pouring" you know the song..."and I'm pouring...crimson regret and betrayl.

Ra: clocks Isis over the head "FINALLY! GOOD BYE!"