Story Title: How do you know?

Author: LonelyNoMore

Disclaimer: I don't own HP, Draco or anything else of the HP Universe, I just own this little plot, and technically I guess I own my daughter as well, but you can't have her either.

Warnings: Slash is imminent! I love slash and this fic will be filled with slash as soon as I get around to it. There will also be some adult themes, so little ones going find a G story.I also have a feeling that this will be fluffy at times. Don't like, Don't read!

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Ron Hermione, any else that I feel like throwing in! LOL!

Rating: PG13 for now, but will move to an R

Summary: This is based off of the poem of mine "Anyways" a friend wanted a story written of it s bad, so I am starting this for her, and I will finish it. You won't have to read the other one to get this though. Draco has done so many wrong things in his life, and it seems like when he thinks he's gotten past the worst of it, something else falls out of his past to remind him of all that he had done in his past. Can he move past it? Can the love of another withstand it? Please R&R!

You look at me and smile,

"Everything will be fine."

How do you know?

After the evening's events, no one was quite sure how this strange sight came to be, their savior sitting beside the one who he has rivaled for quite some time, holding the boys hand. The boy who had single handedly made Harry Potter's life at Hogwarts worse than what it already was. Harry had been delivered into the world to protect his kind from the abomination that was evil. His life had already been bleak… parents murdered before he had a chance to know them or their love, raised by muggles who thought that they could "stamp" the magic out of him, never showing affection or recognition of any kind, always putting the poor child down, and beatings that would have broken a person of lesser spirits. But this is what made Harry so great. As a result of the downtrodden life he had lead prior to Hogwarts; Harry was quite simply…just Harry.

Draco Malfoy on the other hand, the spoiled young man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, raised to hate Potter and all that he stood for, had lead an easy life, so most thought. Albus Dumbledore hesitated at the site before moving in to talk to Harry. He needed to know what transpired that evening, so as to alert the proper persons, and ah, yes, because he was befuddled by this boy who he had often likened to a son, and as to why he was holding Draco Malfoy's hand. Albus knew that Draco wasn't inheritantly evil, like his father, but knew as well that he was no pinnacle of the light either…this perplexed the old man as he could usually read people.

"Eh-Hmm. Harry may I have a word for a moment?"

"Uh, yessir."

"Harry we need to know what happened tonight, and the courses that brought you carrying a nearly dead Mr. Malfoy through my office."

"Yessir." Harry hung his head, not quite sure exactly what had transpired, it had all happened rather quickly.

"You see, I was out riding my broom, and I guess I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I saw Malfoy come up, and I just wanted to be alone. He had yelled at me to stop, and that I needed to be back in the school, where I was safe. I thought that he was just pulling his stupid prefect strings, and trying to get me in trouble. So I flew, as fast and as far as I could, when I finally stopped to make sure that I had lost him, I didn't recognize where I was at. I was obviously over a field, but it wasn't Hogwarts grounds, so I thought that I would perform a directional spell to see which way I should go. The next thing I knew I was some sort of a cellar with my wrists bound in shackles."

At this a dawn of comprehension came over the old man. "Continue" he said.

After taking a rather large breathe he went on.

"I could hear voices in the hall, I knew some of them. I recognized Peter Pettigrew's voice as well as Lucius Malfoy's. So I thought that this was the end. That Draco had chased me right into their hands, but he didn't…"

At this Harry took a long look at Draco before continuing with a great sigh that did not get past the head master.

"I started to cry knowing that my minute of stupidity had cost the order all it had worked so hard for, I had wasted my parents love, and death for me, by running away from Malfoy like a silly little school girl. When I felt someone brush the tears from my cheeks, I looked up and saw Draco. I spit in his face and asked him if he was happy now. I asked him if his "Daddy" was proud of him now that he delivered me into their hands. I was so horrible to him."

A single tear passed down his cheek and again he glanced at the blonde laying motionless on the bed beside him. Albus reached out and touched Harry's hand,

"I know this is difficult but we must know everything Harry."

Harry swallowed the lump that was threatening in his throat before continuing.

"He put a hand over my mouth and glared at me. He said that if I had a death wish it was fine with him, but he didn't want to die, and certainly not down here like this. He then told me that we were in his mansion, in the torture chambers Lucius had in the basement, and he knew how the house elves had gotten in to help him before when he was down there, and he was here to help me if I would accept it."

Harry took a wistful glance again at Draco this time with a little bit of a smile perking his lips. That's when Dumbledore interrupted.

"So as I understand it Draco helped you to escape? How then did Draco get hurt?"

Harry's smile disappeared again.

"Lucius. His wards protecting the house alerted him to Draco's arrival, after discovering that I was gone, he rightly assumed that Draco had not come home to help torture me, but to help me escape. He sent everyone all over the grounds to find us. Lucius knew that Draco had to of been seen by the servants so he went to the kitchen where we were getting ready to floo out. Just as Lucius let out his killing curse, not aimed at me, but at Draco, one of the house elves through a shield up to protect him. It must have worked to some level because he is still alive, I caught him, and didn't want to leave him there to be punished and most likely killed. As Lucius made his way towards us, I called out your office and luckily we were brought right here. I am sorry I don't know more professor."

Dumbledore stood, patted his shoulder and left, leaving Harry to sit there with his thoughts. When he turned around he saw Draco's eyes open, and he flashed him a brilliant smile…his first true smile in a long time.

"Everything will be fine Draco."

Draco looked at Harry and didn't know how he could be so sure.