(A/N: Okay, this takes place after all the books, incase you didn't know. What happened in the sixth book will not be mentioned, and Sirius never died in book five. If you didn't know that yet, SHAME!)

"Take All of Me"

Draco lay naked face-down on his bed, blood caked on the sheet beneath his pale cheek.

The slight boom of a distant storm rumbled, stirring him and making him awake of the soft tapping at his door.

"Draco?" Harry's gentle voice called from behind the mahogany door, "Draco, Sirius and Remus are back. Lunch is ready.

The blond managed a grunt, and rolled on his back. His silver-gray eyes focused on the ceiling, the melodious hum of the fan spinning filling the silence.

The door slowly swung open, Harry cautiously gazing in from the threshold. Draco's thin lips curved into a smile, "Is that...tomato soup?" he murmured, his voice cracking.

Harry nodded, slowly stepping toward him, like a lion prowling, careful not to scare his prey. Harry tossed a pair of slacks and a T-shirt on the bed, the bowl of soup and glass of milk resting on a lap-table floating behind him.

Draco pulled on the pants, which barely clung to his petite frame. He sat up, leaning against the headboard.

Harry placed the table over the blond's lap, afraid to say anything as a gentle rain began to fall outside.

Draco peered into the shallow bowl of soup, "Are those...goldfish?"

Harry leaned over the dish, looking at the tiny, cheddar fish happily swimming in the tomato soup. He couldn't help but smile.

"Yeah," he said at last, leaning away and sitting on the plush, white carpet, "You'd better eat it before it gets cold.

Harry watched silently as Draco hesitantly took a sip. He sighed, pulling a bag containing the remaining goldfish and tossing a handful into his mouth. The brunette glanced at the crumpled T-shirt on the edge of the bed, his eyes then trailing up to the blond's chest.

Draco was so gaunt, a mere skeleton of what he used to be.

A tiny glittering nub pierced through the blond's nipple caught his eye as lightning flashed. It was so small, he didn't notice it earlier. Harry fought the urge to reach out, touch it, ask about it, anything, but he remembered how angry Draco got when he mentioned the other piercing.

He stood up quickly, noticing Draco wince when he did.

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured, "I'm going to leave you alone so you can eat," he smiled, "Don't drown while I'm gone."

Draco watched him leave, carefully shutting the door behind him. The blond's face grew red, anger building up, "Why...why does he have to be so nice?" he muttered.

Draco's breathing grew heavy and quick as gripped the bowl tightly. His hands were shaking, as he stared into the swirling red liquid.

Red, red, red, red. The color pounded through his mind as thunder boomed around his room, shaking the window.

Not being able to stand it anymore, he hurled the bowl across the room, shattering against the door. He threw off the table, the glass of milk smashing against the floor as he sprang out of bed.

Anger fueled his body as he ripped off the bed's covers, balled up the T-shirt and threw it into the red puddle seeping into the carpet. He grabbed the chair next to his bed and hurled it out the large window, glass exploding around him.

Rain began to stream in heavily as the wind howled dangerously.

Through the storm that had reduced the afternoon light into pitch-black darkness, he could hear Harry's footsteps pound up the stairs.

"Draco? Draco!"

Draco heard him, but it seemed like it was years away.

Draco calmly walked to the window, his breath shallow- he had no purpose anymore; no reason to get better. He took a sharp breath in and lunged out the window. He saw the ground was about five or six stories off the ground, choking on the darkness.

He passed out.

•••

Harry swung the door open hazardously, looking around wildly. There was blood against the broken window, on the shards of glass against the bottom of the window frame.

He took no time to think as he plunged out hte window after the blond.

"Accio broom!" he yelled.

He squinted through the booming rain- Draco's eyes were rolled back.

His Firefly II flew into his hands as Harry threw his leg over it and dove towards the unconsious blond.

He finally grabbed Draco, throwing him over his shoulder and thanking whatever gods decided to give him a room so far up. Harry landed on the wet ground below.

"Hey? Draco! Wake up!" he yelled, gently shaking him.

The blond's gray eyes blinked open. He crossed his arms and tried to push him away, "What?"

"What?" Harry repeated, "I just saved your life!" he replied, worry seeping from his voice.

Draco's lower lip trembled, and Harry couldn't tell if he was crying or not.

"But..." the blond closed his eyes, "Why'd you have to go and do that?"

Wincing, he raised his arms and wrapped them around the brunette, resting his head in the crook of Harry's shoulder abd sobbed. Harry paused for a moment before doing the same and rocked back and forth.

Remus, who had watched from the porch, slowly walked towards them, his wand raised, "Let's go inside?"

"Shhh," Harry closed his eyes, gently stroking the blond's hair.

•••

Draco woke up in a cold chamber, his hands bound by this hand-cuffs above his head. A breeze brushed against his bare stomache. Instictively, he tried to pull his legs to his body to cover his nakedness, only to discover the heavy shackles against his thin ankles.

Light streamed in from the opening door, a figure he knew well blurred in the light.

"Voldemort..."