A/N: I wanted to make a comment about the magic theory for this story. I know that in a lot of fics wandless magic isn't that big of a deal, but it is for this particular one... because I want it to be that way. So there.

Thanks once again to all my wonderful reviewers, even the ones who didn't think my story was all that great... seeing less than positive reviews just makes me want to improve my writing so it'll be better the next time around. This story wouldn't be here without all the support (and criticism). Thanks!

Also, I made a couple of spelling and date errors last chapter (which were pointed out ever so kindly by Vidalark and Sparkleh) that I've already gone back and fixed.

Also, I am so very sorry for taking so long to update. Hopefully, this chapter can make it up to you.

That being said, let the chapter begin!

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Somebody Save Me

CHAPTER 4

Four weeks and 2 days into the summer holidays, Malfoy Manor

Draco stared with slightly widened eyes at the genuine smile on Harry's face as the raven-haired young man took his offered hand. Though the smile was small, being barely the upturning of the corners of his mouth, it was genuine, and it continued to grow. As it did, Draco saw a bit of sparkle return to the emerald eyes that he hadn't realized had been missing before.

"Harry Potter, nice to meet you."

Draco's heart skipped a beat at the reply as he realized that Harry's smile had been directed at him (ignoring, of course, the voice in the back of his head that questioned who else it could possibly have been directed at, considering that they were the only ones in the room). He hesitantly smiled back, trying not to be overwhelmed by the strange warm fuzzy feeling that taking Harry's hand had invoked.

This moment, in truth, felt rather surreal. Sure, he had offered a sort of truce to Harry, but the majority of him had expected rejection again, just like 6 years ago. The fact that he had actually been excepted by Harry was... more than he could have ever hoped for.

Finally pulling his thoughts back to present happenings, Draco released Harry's hand (albeit a tad reluctantly), and stood awkwardly for a few moments, not really sure what to do next. The whole 'starting over' thing had been completely unplanned (he mentally admonished himself for leaving himself vulnerable via not being prepared), and left him at a loss of what to do next.

After deciding that he might as well take care of a few practical matters, Draco addressed Harry, "Well, as much as I've loved having you in my bed, Potter," the blonde Slytherin then smirked, though it was a mere shadow of the disdainful ones of the past, before continuing, "I think it will be much more convenient for you to have your own room for the duration of your stay here."

Ignoring (but certainly noticing) the faint blush that had made it's way onto Harry's cheeks, Draco made his way to the door that led to the hall, pausing as he waited for his guest to follow. Once Harry had gathered his things and complied to the unspoken request, Draco proceeded out into the hall, and led them into the guest room that neighbored his own slightly larger quarters.

As Harry mumbled a quick thanks and wandered about aimlessly to get a feel for things, Draco spoke again in a business like tone. "You'll still need to take more of the potions I gave you earlier, a dose tonight, and two doses a day for about... 3 days, I think. After that, you should be fine, if not a bit weak. Though, you could probably bypass the nourishment potion tonight if you think you're up to some real food."

Seeing the slightly queasy look that flitted across Harry's features at the mention at food, Draco quickly amended, "Right. Potion it is then."

He paused to watch as Harry idly placed his belongings (the broom, the cloak, and a shrunken trunk from his pocket) at the end of the bed and then sit down next to them before he continued, "If you need anything, you can call a house elf or come to me. The bathroom is there–" he pointed to the appropriate door, "–and you're welcome to wander through the mansion, though I doubt you'd find anything of terrible interest. Don't panic if you run into my mother. She's... well, without my father around, she won't be any trouble." His eyes dimmed to grey as his mind wandered slightly with thoughts of his mother, but he quickly pushed them aside.

Harry was giving him a curious look, as if he knew there were issues attached to the topic, but said nothing.

Finding that there really wasn't any reason for him to linger, he turned to head back to his own room, leaving Harry to his own thoughts.

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A/N: Kay, this was a really short chapter because it's all I had written before I decided I just didn't want to continue. I've lost all drive to continue this story, so I'm gonna cut my losses.

If anyone is interested in taking what little idea there is to this and finishing it or twisting it for their own purposes, feel free. Heh. Maybe we could call it the 'Unconscious on the Front Lawn Challenge'.

So, just to be completely clear, this fic is officially abandoned and is open territory for anyone who is interested.

Thank you to all the wonderful people who reviewed– My only regret is that I won't be finishing this story for you, but that's why I've made it public domain. Thanks again, and farewell for now.

:Adrian Winter: