Disclaimer: This is based off a series of works by JK Rowling.

A/N: "I have good news!" "What?" you all ask me. "I just saved a bunch of money on car insurance by switching to GEICO! Wait, that isn't true! Back evil plot monkeys! fires shotgun I was going to say that I am sufficiently hyper enough to write the story." So, now that is out of the way, I'm sure you all want to see who that person is that is in the room with Draco. Well first, some formalities. Sort of.

Fifespice: Hmmm, I don't know… but it sounds like a good idea. We shall see what happens in this love triangle…

Silly little 13 year old: Yes, here I am updating the story. So no blood hounds! I'll sick the plot monkeys on them!

Kanoi1: School does make you awfully busy, doesn't it? Well, here is some more story to appease your desire!

Amok Necrorragia: I agree with you! Ginny is evil! And I think Poe needs to go on a vacation. I think she has been bitchy for too long…(giggles) Okay well, we will have to work on your ego as well. YOU ARE AWESOME AND SUPA FLY! How's that?

LuzEterna: Hmm pants? I don't know which one quite yet. I'm still trying to get them closer…but we shall know whom soon, won't we?

Kari Morgana Black: Someone was very into my story, weren't they? Sorry about being evil! Like I said, I have evil plot monkeys. Well I'm glad to hear that you like my story. And the wait shall soon be over!

RisuMusume: Here it is! WOOT!

Yunchen: Hmmm, well I have been taking a break today and yesterday. And by that I mean only one chapter a day. But yeah, the days preceding Wednesday were spent writing, eating, and sleeping, and pretty much just that. I felt I should start a story so I did. And it's popular so here I am continuing! Glad to make you laugh. And since when has Hermione liked hugs? Let's just say it's that time of the month? I'm glad I make you laugh!

glam4us: Ahhhh, yes my fic has been a little slow in the romance department, but I have been trying to make it plausible that Harry and Draco have gotten back together. It shall happen in good time, I reassure you.

And Ameinias, I can't wait to hear what you think of this story

WHEW! That was a lot of thank yous, wasn't it? Well, now it's time to find out what is happening in the house… And who is in the room with Draco. Tell me if you guessed correctly! And NO lying! Enjoy!

Chapter 10: The Recovery

Draco was frightened at whom he was staring at. 'No, it can't be,' he thought to himself. But there he was, with his silver eyes shining sinisterly towards Draco. Draco saw his lips move.

"Hello, Draco," said the man. "It has been a long time since I last saw you. Too long…"

"I beg to differ, Lucius. It has been much too short," said Draco, eyeing his father. Lucius had curled his nose and was looking down upon Draco, who was still on the floor from the surprise of seeing his father, who should be in Azkaban. Lucius eyes shone with disgust, making Draco feel all the more uncomfortable being around his father. But Draco quickly asked, "How did you get out of Azkaban?" interested that his father had managed such a feat.

"Well Draco, those that stay loyal to the Dark Lord, they are always saved. I was no different…but you, you."

"What, Lucius?" asked Draco with a mean tone.

"Well Draco, I see our paths have finally parted…While I have still stayed loyal to the Dark Lord, you, you despicable wretch, you have gone and befriended Harry Potter. What are you doing with him? Are you scared? Well, there is little protection that Potter will provide you," Lucius told Draco, trying to infuriate his son. It worked.

Draco screamed back, "You're wrong!"

"What? You dare defy me?" Lucius asked, slightly amused.

"YES!" Draco yelled, "You're wrong! Harry has protected me! He has saved my life! And I know he will keep shielding me from harm!" Lucius laughed at his son's fury, but Draco continued. "I trust him! He's a much better wizard than you, Lucius." Lucius stopped laughing when he had heard this. And his eyes began shining with pure unadulterated hatred.

"Wait, no…"Lucius said trailing off, "I thought I heard a trace of love in your voice. But I know even you would never stoop…" Lucius was cut off.

"I do love him, Lucius," Draco said assertively, standing up, ready for Lucius's response. He knew that saying that would only make Lucius even angrier.

"You must be kidding! Draco… women bring love into a relationship!" said Lucius, trying to reason with his son.

"That is the worst thing I have ever heard! Women do not bring love into a relationship! Men can love too! You should know that…"Draco gasped at what he had just discovered. He knew it was true; it fit into place so well. His father had never loved… Lucius began to laugh at his son, harder than before.

"Draco…this settles it. You are to come with me!" bellowed Lucius.

"NO!" screamed Draco. He ran for the door in desperation, but was too late.

"Imperio!" cast Lucius, putting Draco under his control… Draco felt all his thoughts leave his mind.

He felt bliss right now, as though nothing in the world was wrong or could ever be wrong. A voice muttered, soothingly. "Follow me…follow me, that's right…follow me out into the hallway…" As the voice ushered him out of the room and out into the hallway, another voice began to whisper…

"Why should I?" it asked, very softly at first. "I don't think I want to…" it said more loudly. Next, it yelled out, "I WON'T!" but still nothing had happened. One last time, the voice rang out, "NO!"

This time, Draco had actually screamed, surprising Lucius, whose mind had been elsewhere. Lucius cried out, "AH! You broke my out of my control, hmm? It appears that I underestimated you, boy." Draco looked frightened. He was scanning for a way to escape Lucius, but before he could…

"I won't let this happen again, I reassure you! I shall make sure you will obey!" Lucius smiled, then sang out, with his wand pointed at his one and only son, "Crucio!" Draco felt pins and needles all over his body…immense pain. He was convulsing, unable to control his movement because of the unfathomable pain. And in the distance, he heard someone laughing sinisterly…

Meanwhile, Harry and Hermione had gotten stuck in a closet. You see, Harry had already searched the house twice and had found nothing, so he decided it had been time to give up and go home. He had searched for Hermione first, who he had found in a bathroom examining the wooden flooring for anything out of the ordinary.

When she saw Harry walk through the doorway, she waved hello. She said, "Harry…I'm sorry, but I haven't found anything in this house. I feel really badly…"

"Don't," said Harry, "it's fine. I know you tried your best. That's enough for me." Harry was trying to reassure Hermione and trying not to make her feel bad, but deep down he was depressed that they had not found anything at all. Hermione seemed to notice and attempted to cheer him up.

"Harry," she said, "maybe Draco found something." Harry looked at her in the eyes and smiled. Hermione was always there for him whenever he needed her.

"Maybe…we should go find him I guess," said Harry.

"Right," answered Hermione, "no point in standing around a bathroom all day! Although it is quite nice…" Harry couldn't help but giggle at Hermione's blatant effort to try to make him happy. Hermione smiled at him and waved for him to follow her out the door. She strolled right out into the downstairs hallway, looking for Draco in all of the rooms lining the hallway, but did not see anyone walking around. Right when they were looking through one of the larger bedrooms, Hermione could swear she had heard something moving within it.

"Harry! I just heard something!" she said, a little frightened of what could be in the room. She knew better then to jump to conclusions however, and quickly recognized that it could be just who they had been looking for.

She said brightly, "Let's go check what it is. It might turn out to be Draco." Harry nodded his head and followed her in. It was just like any other room in the house, there wasn't anything different about it. Except…just then Harry saw something scurry across the floor and into a closet. Harry let his curiosity get the best of and followed it into the closet. Hermione was just as entranced with the thing as Harry was and she closely followed him in. Needless to say, this was not the brightest course of action. When they had both entered the closet…

The door abruptly slammed shut behind them…

Hermione shrieked. She tried pushing the door, she tried pulling it, she tried sliding it, and she even gave it a kick for good measure, but none of this had made the door open. She was distressed that nothing had worked, and called out to Harry, "We're stuck in here, Harry! This door will just not budge…"

"Here, let me try," said Harry as he made his way to the door. He tried to do what Hermione had, he pushed, he pulled, he tugged this and way and that, but nothing had any effect. "Well," Harry said giving up, "I guess we've tried everything…"

Hermione gasped. "How could I have been so dense!" she said, searching for something on the floor. Harry heard an "aha" come from Hermione as she stopped looking and she composed herself. She muttered, "Dicofidentum," with her wand pointed towards her left hand. Suddenly, the door of the closet opened and what Hermione had been holding dropped out of her hand. She said to Harry, "Just as thought. We did not get trapped in there accidentally! It was done on purpose…It was a spell, Harry," she added on, correcting herself, "well a series of spells, but that rat held the secret to opening them. I wonder who did that to us…" It was then that Harry heard a cry from upstairs.

"Oh no!" he thought…

Hermione heard a pop and looked to where Harry had just been standing. She sighed and did the same. She apparated to the upstairs corridor…

Harry had arrived in the hallway upstairs, looking for Draco. He could hear someone laughing at the end of the hallway and ran towards them. After a second, the person laughing had come into view. Harry shouted, "Petrificus Totalus!"

Lucius had broken his spell hold on Draco to turn around to see who was running towards him. He murmured, "Potter…how convenient…"

Lucius had easily parried the spell and began to laugh even harder, now at both Harry and Draco. He said, "Look whose more powerful now, Draco. Your precious protector has failed you! Now I shall capture both of you and bring you to the Dark Lord!"

Harry was not going to fall into the same trap he had with Bellatrix by repeatedly casting spells he could block, no; he had once last chance and he was going to make sure to use it well. He had to think of a spell that Lucius would not know, but what? It came to him, the thought flying into his head as if an owl had just flown it in.

He screamed with all his might, "Proculabsenstis!" with his wand pointing straight at Lucius's chest. A peaceful blue wisp swam out of Harry's wand and towards Lucius. Before Lucius could do anything, the light hit him dead on. It seemed to grab onto him and push him far, far away. He flew out the window at the end of the hallway and began his descent from the second floor down to the ground. After a few seconds, Harry heard a loud cracking sound. Behind him, he heard Hermione breathing with her hand on his shoulder. They were both looking with disbelief at Draco who was sprawled across the floor.

Harry took no time; he felt that every moment was precious. He swiftly bent down and picked up Draco, looking at him with sadness. Harry said, "Hermione, let's go." Before Hermione could protest him, Harry had grabbed a hold of her hand. They had disapparated back to Grimmauld place.

Harry sprinted inside with Draco in his arms. He was running as fast as his feet could take him. Once he had gotten considerably far down the entrance hallway, he screamed, "Mrs. Weasley! Come quickly! It's Draco!" Harry heard someone shriek from the kitchen and rapid footsteps across the living room floor soon followed. He saw Mrs. Weasley rushing towards him.

"Harry!" she yelled. She gasped when she had seen what Harry was holding in his arms. "Hurry! Go put him down on the bed!" Harry nodded his head and ran inside his room, softly lying Draco down on the bottom bunk. Mrs. Weasley came into the room huffing, followed by Hermione. Mrs. Weasley cried out, "Out of the way Harry, I have to see Draco." She sat down on the bed beside Draco, looking down on his pale face. After a few seconds, she looked up at Harry who had been staring at Draco.

"Harry dear, what happened to him? I know it may be tough, but you have to tell me so I can treat…" she asked, cut off at the end by Harry's abrupt answer.

"The cruciatus curse, Mrs. Weasley. Lucius was…"this time, Harry was the one cut off.

"Lucius Malfoy!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked, "he did this to his own son? How…" she had began crying over Draco, who was still unconscious. Mrs. Weasley stopped for a moment, composing herself, "We shall give him a pain relieving potion but beyond that…there is nothing we can do to help him now…what is done is done… we will just have to wait." Harry nodded his head and sat down by Mrs. Weasley, who had commenced crying again, this time even harder than before. She sobbed, "I think I'll go cook something." She walked out of the room slowly like she was mourning.

Hermione sighed, she was just as sad as Mrs. Weasley was, but she had not yet begun to cry. She just said before leaving, "I think I better go tell Ron, Harry…" She closed the door behind her, leaving Harry alone to lament over Draco…

Harry felt atrocious. He felt like it had been his fault that Draco was in such misery. He had left Draco alone and open for attack. Harry began to weep, his tears raining down on Draco's face. Harry felt that everything touched died, everyone he loved was being killed… Sirius, Dumbledore, and now Draco…Draco may never wake up, thought Harry, sobbing even harder. He fell down on Draco chest, wetting the shirt that Draco was wearing. He continued crying for what seemed like forever, lost in sorrow…

He remembered when he had first met Draco, that day back at his Uncle's house. It had been less then a week ago, a day like any other. He thought about how Draco had looked that day, coming to Harry for help. He remembered Draco's voice, the voice he may never hear again, the voice in the shower he had sung with, the voice of his lover. Harry just kept crying, reminiscing about Draco…

After a time, Harry had cried himself out, thoroughly soaking Draco's shirt. Harry brought his head up and looked at his troubled Draco. He saw a tear that he had shed lying on Draco's cheek and reached his hand out to wipe it away. When he felt Draco's soft, cool cheek, he couldn't help but begin to softly caress Draco with the back of his hand. Harry loved the feeling of Draco's softness; it was reassuring in some way. Even though he had felt cried out a few moments beforehand, a deluge of tears soon came upon Harry…

Draco felt dark, cold and lost. He had no one around him nor could he hear anything. But after a while, Draco felt something. Draco felt a warm hand touch his cheek, and he wanted it to stay there forever, touching him always. When it left, Draco felt like he was going to start crying, but it came back to his cheek, more calming than ever. Draco fell into a lull, feeling like a baby rocked to sleep by the touch of the heavenly hand…

His eyes fluttered open. Pain struck his body all over as his senses began coming back to him…soon he heard someone crying…he looked up and saw him crying…Harry…

Draco tried his best to speak. He tried so hard for over a minute. Finally, the tightness around his vocal cords left and he muttered something.

Harry began crying tears of joy! Draco's eyes had just opened and he had just heard Draco whisper something, but could not make out what it was. He closed the distance between Draco and him, pausing a few inches from Draco's mouth to listen to see if he would utter anything else. Harry waited a few seconds; he could hear Draco breathing on him. Then he heard it, the most wonderful thing. Draco had just murmured, "Harry…" Not only did it prove that Draco had not gone insane from the cruciatus curse, much like Neville Longbottom's parents had, but also, one of the most important things in the world to Draco was Harry! Harry had been on of the first things that Draco had said when he had slowly awakened from his unconsciousness. Harry kept crying his tears of joy. This time, he did not want to stop.

After Harry had called Mrs. Weasley into the room, she too started crying once more. They were all so overjoyed that Draco had spoken, that he was beginning to come back to him. The whole Weasley family had soon heard about Draco waking up, and although they did not cry, they all were extraordinarily elated. However, the fact of the matter was that Draco was still having muscle spasms from undergoing the torture for as long as he did. Mrs. Weasley told everyone that he would need a couple of days for recovery; he needed time for the spasms to die down and him to regain his former mobility. Meanwhile, Harry had made a discovery of his own.

Up until that point, Harry had been so preoccupied with Draco that he had not noticed what Draco was holding very tightly in his arms. That night, Harry had seen a shining white thing held in Draco's arms. He felt it; it was a very soft fabric that reminded him of silk. Harry yearned to hold it…

He tugged on it slightly, trying to make it come loose from Draco's firm grasp. With a few tugs, it came out of Draco's hold and into Harry's arms. Harry examined it for a few minutes, looking at the extravagant dressmaking work, the craftsmanship, and the lustrous design. Eventually, Harry had made his way from the bottom of the dress, the hem, up to the neck, where he saw what Draco had seen. Harry did what Draco had done when he had seen it…he dropped the dress in surprise.

Harry had something to remember his mother by, he thought…and Draco had held onto it through the whole ordeal. How Draco had done that Harry did not know. All he knew was that he had to thank Draco for doing something so kind and generous. But how could he thank him? Then it hit him. Harry sat down beside Draco, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, and began to bend over…

A/N: And that is all! Whew! Raise your hand if you feel bad for Draco? I know I do! He has to go through everything? And how did he survive that cruciatus curse from his father or break free from the Imperius curse? All of this and more will be answered next chapter, in Hermione's Dream Come True. Whatever you think it is, I think you're wrong. Think long and hard about Hermione and what means most to her. Then you should be close to what is happening. And what will Harry do to thank Draco? And will Draco wake up? Oh well, you'll have to wait until tomorrow! Please REVIEW! Thanks for reading!