A/N: For those who reviewed =]:

amnethyst-emerald – Awwh! Thanks! =] I was trying to keep Draco a tiny bit true to his character... But since I am not J.K. Rowling, I can't really perfect it... *sighs* But at least he came off as annoying... That's a start, right? And for Narcissa – I could never picture her as a cold character, y'know? I mean, if she were like Lucius, she wouldn't have gone to Snape for help in the 6th book.

SwarmOfFanGirls – Wow… This is, what, the third story you've commented on? *blushes* Your review is much appreciated, as always! =]

Brandi – I suppose I should have written that in the Warnings (the non-existent warnings… Hmmm…), but yet, this is a non-magic story… I wouldn't follow the plotline at all if I did magic and I would probably end up destroying J.K. Rowling's work… And I am so not ready to even try. The summary should be answered… Hopefully in another couple of chapters… I'll keep you posted, don't worry =]

Isabelle Eir and elfwarrior87 – =]

DISCLAIMER: Please see Chapter One

WARNINGS: (which were previously forgotten and I am too lazy to go back and add and therefore putting on here…) SLASH! As in boyxboy as in, if you're homophobic, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! Drarry! As in Draco is seme (top) and Harry is uke (bottom), as in if you don't like this pairing, need I remind you that "M" and "Romance" and "Draco" and "Harry" kind of implies that they're a romantic couple? Yeah, my point exactly! M for sexual content not meant for people under 16! As in if you're under 16, you may be scarred for LIFE!! (Or I may convert you to yaoi/shonen-ai…). I AM A YAOI LOVER!!! As in there may only by one het couple, being Ron and Hermione if I decide I even want them to be a main part (which I may not because then Ginny would be involved and it would create one huge mess! And I don't like cleaning up messes…) Abuse! As in sometimes one person feels the need to beat someone weaker than themselves up to make themselves feel better (Yeah, I hate abuse… Just thought I should share that… Want to read my speech on it? Because then you may a) hate me for life or b) wonder how the hell I think these things up!) LANGUAGE!!! I like to swear (well, not really, but meh), therefore the people in here will be swearing. If I have forgotten anything, tell me now or forever hold your peace! (Just so I know to add it later). I CAN SEEM RUDE AND BITCHY!!! It's true, not going to lie… But it comes with the territory of being bored out of your mind, wanting to read, but every time you crack open a book; you can't read the first word… I HATE NOT READING!!!! *cries* Now, long enough warnings? I think that has got to be one of the longest paragraphs I have ever written (NOT!).

Now, since I have said more than you could usually get out of me face to face, I suppose I should get on with the sh-story!

I would also like to point out that all of this takes up almost an entire page.... Interesting.... (Not really, but I wanted to see if I could make it to a page =]) (Since you can't really tell, it didn't work... Woe is me =[ )

Chapter Two

The machines beeped lazily in the hospital room. A lone figure lay on the crisp, white sheets. His black, messy hair lay splayed across the pillow. Long lashes brushed pale white skin, emerald green eyes shielded from the eyes of the world by heavy, sleeping lids. A breathing device was hooked up to his mouth, shallow breaths making their way in and out through a pink, pouty mouth. A nurse adjusted the blanket the covered his thin, sickly body.

The curtains were open, letting the bright, summer sun shine into the room. The window was cracked to air out the room, causing the curtains to swish gently in the breeze. There were no flowers adorning the room, no chairs, and no people. He had been brought and left alone. Not a soul had visited the boy since he had arrived in his broken, mangled state. Neither had he awoken from his coma.

The nurse shook her head sadly. Her nametag read Pomfrey. The poor boy had been in a coma for six months and the only information the hospital had received from his relatives was that they were moving and he was not to return to them. An orphan with nowhere to go when he woke up. She sighed heavily and, sparing a last glance for the boy, she left the room to attend her other patients.

Draco glared at his mother. As if she would even consider doing the preposterous thing that she was thinking of doing! He just hoped she would the message from the intense glare he was sending in her general direction. Narcissa turned to her son, a brilliant smile on her face. And there goes the glare, he thought, as he instinctively smirked back.

Narcissa sighed. He really needed to learn to smile properly. As much as she loved Lucius, he was a terrible influence on her son. She could admit it was her fault for his spoiled brat attitude but the rest had been his father's fault. She wouldn't be surprised if he turned out to be gay either. He was constantly worrying about his hair and his facial features. What a Malfoy, she sighed internally.

"Well, I'm off, Draco, dear. Are you sure you don't want to come?"

Oh, yes, the glare. "Now, why would you even consider the possibility that I would want to go along with this foolish idea of yours, hmm, mother? I do believe I have voiced repeatedly that you shouldn't go."

"Draco, stop glaring, you'll get wrinkles. Every other time you have told me not to go along with my ideas, you end up coming anyway."

"I won't get wrinkles from glaring," the blonde boy hissed out. "And I only go with you because I know you'll do something we'll all regret later!"

"So you are coming, dear?"

He growled and grabbed his jacket. "Yes, now go!" As his mother hurried down the stairs, he hurried to the nearest mirror. Satisfied that his features were just as handsome and un-wrinkly as always, he stormed down the stairs. With a dramatic flair because Malfoy's did not do things the same way as lowly commoners.

Ron hurried down the street. Stupid Dursley's and not telling me and Hermione about Harry. I can't understand why anyone would want to place him with such imbeciles. Constantly abusing his rights... Oh, I hope he's all right!

The figure stirred as Pomfrey was closing the window. The sound of a sharp intake of breath alerted her that the boy was awake.

"W-where am I?" The panic-laced voice whispered.

Pomfrey continued with her job, airing out the curtains and changing the sheets on the other beds. "Dear, please tell me you know what a hospital looks like."

The boy lay quietly on his back. Fearing he might have gone back to sleep, she glanced over at him. The boy's bright emerald green eyes were staring blankly at the ceiling above his head. The mask was still covering his mouth and his breath was fogging the plastic. His fingers twitched, like he was itching to do something.

"Has anyone been in to see me?" his sudden quiet, rasping voice asked.

Before she could answer, there was a slight rap at the door. Standing in the frame, a crooked smile in place, was a red-haired, blue-eyed boy. "Hey, Harry. I would have stopped by sooner but I didn't find out until yesterday that you were in here. Mione's in France, seeing as it's summer and her family always goes on vacation during this time. Feeling all right?"

The ghost of a smile lightened the boy's face for a second. "I'm fine, Ron. I take the Dursley's skipped town while I was out?"

Ron flinched. He had been hoping his best friend wouldn't figure that out so quickly. "Yeah. But who knows! Maybe you'll get into somewhere where they treat you like a..." He trailed off as he noticed the nurse was listening to every word they were saying. He rolled his eyes. Honestly, some people just couldn't respect other people's privacy!

There was a second rap at the door and the three people and the room turned to look at it. Two blondes stood in the doorframe. Harry's eyes widened comically – the Malfoy's?! He couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why they were standing there, in his hospital room.

Narcissa smiled and turned to the boy's friend. "If you could excuse us for a second, I would like to have a word with Harry here?"

Ron nodded, mutely, a distinct look of disbelief and anger on his face. I wonder what's making Ron so angry... "I'll be back, Harry. Just as soon as you're done talking." He stalked out of the room, sending telepathic anger waves at Draco.

Draco, however, just smirked at him and leaned against the doorframe. "Weasel."

"Ferret."

And the confrontation between the two ended as Pomfrey ushered the red-head out of the room.

"Tell me, Harry, how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

Narcissa nodded slightly. Draco narrowed his eyes, having a bad feeling about where she was going with the question.

"So that makes you two years younger than Draco."

"Yes, mother, do get to the point." The blonde snapped.

Narcissa turned sharply, brushing a finger across her mouth, signalling that it was time for her son to stop talking. She fixed a sweet smile on her face before turning back to the boy, "How do you feel about working for us? For your food and board?"

Harry cocked an eyebrow. He had a feeling there was going to be a catch, somewhere down the line. "And?"

"And you will have to do everything Draco asks of you as long as you're one hundred percent comfortable with it!"

"Mother! There is no way that – that – THING is coming near me! For anything!"

"Draco, he's exceptionally bright, well-bred, and it's no secret that you're failing. Now, he will be coming to live with us if he so chooses."

Harry stared, speechless, at the argument that was unfolding before him. Draco glared at the two of them before storming out of the room.

With a slight smirk, Narcissa glanced back at the boy on the bed. "What's your full name? I know it's not Boy and it certainly isn't just Harry."

The boy stared intently at her, trying to determine if she was trustworthy enough to genuinely want to help him. "Harry James Potter. And I will only agree if you agree to what I have to ask." Almost as a second thought, the boy added, "And if my friends agree."

Narcissa nodded, processing the information. "I'll give you a week. Draco will be by every day in case you have made a decision before your time is up." With that said, she swept out of the room.

Harry sighed. He hated feeling like he was being tossed from one bad situation to another. Was working for Draco really any better than working for his relatives? He nervously chewed on his bottom lip, waiting for Ron to come back in. Would they reject him if they felt he didn't work hard enough? Would they not feed him and make him sleep outside as a punishment? Would he be able to eat regularly? Would his aunt and uncle be able to find him if they decided he was useful again? Where was Ron? Would Hermione agree? Would Hermione be able to get back to him in time to let him know her opinion? Should he ask for more time to make a decision in case she couldn't get back to him on it? Seriously, where did Ron go? Was this a seemingly good thing coming out of a bad thing that was really a bad thing disguised as a good thing? What was going to happen to his uncle? Would he have to press charges? How would Hermione react when she found everything that had happened while she was away out? Would he be able to go back to school? His head was starting to hurt. And where was Ron?!

He banged head against the bed frame as he sat up. Holding his head, he looked around the curtain around his bed to see out the door. In the hallway he saw Ron arguing with a certain blonde haired boy. Rolling his eyes, he collapsed against the bed, careful of the frame this time. Leave it to Ron to get into a fight with Draco within a matter of minutes. Or was it minutes? For all Harry knew a few hours could have passed.

Ugh. He couldn't deal with this today! Sighing, he rolled out of bed and stumbled out into the hall. "Mrs. Malfoy?" Draco turned and glared and the black haired bea-boy in front of him.

"My mother is in the cafeteria, moron."

Harry sighed. No point asking him to go get her. "Thanks." He stumbled towards the elevator.

"Whoa! Harry! Stop it, there, buddy! You really shouldn't be out of bed now."

"Ron, I have to talk to Mrs Malfoy. And since you two appear to be hell bent on making each other miserable, I am going to find her."

"Harry, go back to bed. I'll go find her." With a faint trace of a scowl, Ron turned to Draco. "Could you please may yourself useful, ferret, and take Harry back to his room?"

"What ever you say twinkle toes," the other boy snorted.

"Ron, just go."

A/N:

Uhmm, a sort of cliffy? Haha, I was writing because I was bored! So... Tell me what you think? I'd give out cookies, but that's been overused and I am tired and lazy and therefore would not make them anyway... And I would eat them all first! =]

Yes, I use emoticon-like things a lot...

Thanks to everyone who added this story to their favs and story alerts... I'll write out all the names at the end of the story... So everyone gets thanks... Night!