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Am I Worth It?

Chapter 1

Room of Requirement

Its been three months now. Draco has been so patient with me. See though I've willingly bonded myself to him I am not yet ready to give him an heir. I want to oh how I long for it. Yet the ghosts of my past and monsters from my future bar me from doing so.

Day by day the threat of Voldemort grows closer. I can feel the pressure of his vile presence pushing down on me. Sucking from me the very life I give to Draco through my blood.

I enjoy it here. It is peaceful. No one wants me to save the world. None are pushing at me, looking up to me, depending on me. I'd tell them if I could. Tell them that I couldn't. It's too hard ,I'LL FAIL! No, I can't do that. That would be to rob them of their hope. They have so little of it already. It would be a heinous crime.

Growing restless Harry gently pulled out of Draco's arms and made his way over to the window.

If only the world were as wonderful a place as it appeared in the dawn with the rising of the sun. It's golden rays spill over the lush shoots of grass giving it an unearthly glow. If only I wasn't soo dirty. If I were clean the sun would illuminate my soul. It dose not. I an used, bruised, abused. I've hated myself, pierced my own skin, been a sexual toy for years on end., watched close friends and family die round me.

Draco, yes he is the embodiment of all that is good in me, if ever such a thing existed. He loves me truly I know. Though I could never fathom why. I wish I could see in myself what he sees in me. He must see something wonderful, something beautiful, pure.

Yet all I see when I look into the mirror is a WHORE! A young abused child with no future. I can barely stand up on my own two feet let alone defeat a Draklord! Merlin,..HELP ME!

Harry leaned his head against the window. Silently tears began falling down his porcelain face.

Draco's POV

He's doing it again. I an feel the depression settling around him. He feels so worthless, but that is a lie. He is worth the world to me. I know he wishes to give me an heir, but I will not press him. I'll gladly wait until he is ready. We have all eternity. Yet along with many other things he blames himself. I wish to help him, to lift him from the mire in which his soul is now bound. No matter how I try he carry's his burden alone. He doesn't wish to cause me any trouble.

What he doesn't know is it hurts me to be excluded even from this difficult part of his life. I want more than his blood, and body. I want every part of him. Not just the Gryffindor Golden Boy. What makes him fear, hurt, love, hate. I hunger and soon I must feed. Harry loves it when I feed.

Regular POV

Good morning precious Draco sent wrapping his arms round Harry's waist and dragging his cold tongue across his collar bone. Shaken from his thoughts Harry readily relaxed against the young Vampire.

I love you he breathed sighing in beautific contentment.

Why do you do this to yourself?

Do what?

It's not your fault Harry please let me help you! Draco pleaded as he continued the long sensual lapping movements of his tongue.

I..ooooh..c.c..can't think when you…stop it! .. do ..that Harry replied shivering.

Sorry I can't help it I love pleasuring you.Draco answered.

Hmm I couldn't disagree. Harry answered closing his eyes in sweet surrender. Bite me already.

As you wish love. Draco answered . His beloved blood was so very sweet, potent, it filled him with warmth and strength.

Harry loved it when Draco fed from him. He loved the sensation of his blood rushing from his body, delicately harvested by the awesome sreature who dared to love him despite his life experiences.

I love you.

I know.

When'd you become so cocky?

Since I met you.

Point

"Seriously though Harry you can't possibly do this alone. Let me help you. If you keep going on like this you'll burn yourself out.," Draco pleaded gently kneading Harry's shoulders.

"It's not your problem Dray. I don't want you getting hurt. Can't you understand that,"Harry sighed. They'd been through this many times before.

"But I want, not need to help you. It kills me to see you like this.,"Draco whispered.

"Why should it effect you? Voldemort's not after your soul.

"Because Harry you're part of me. Your blood flows through my veins. You are the other half of my soul. If you're suffering, I'm suffering, if you fail, I fail and so on and so forth," Draco explained.

" I'm sorry I never looked at it that way before. It's just that I'm so tired of hurting people that I'd do anything to prevent it," Harry replied.

"It's all right Harry I understand. C'mon now we've got to go to potions," Draco said.

"Awwww, do we have to," Harry wined burying his head into Draco's shoulder.

"Yes besides you should do a whole lot better now that you've been an avid pupil of mine for sometime now.

"Since when have you been such a self-righteous prick," Harry asked lifting his head and looking him in the eyes.

"Since like ever," Draco replied quirking an eyebrow. Swiftly he leaned down and captured Harry's lips with his own.

Point Harry sent surrendering once again to the onslaught of Draco's talented tongue.