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Draco managed to get them back to the Manor and he settled Harry down in his bed. Harry sunk down into the softness.

"Mmm...I love your bed..."

"It's a rose petal mattress with silk sheets. It's relaxing to me." He slipped in next to the other and settled in for the night and possibly until the next afternoon by the way he was feeling. They fell asleep holding each other and Draco woke up at two in the morning.

Harry was tossing slightly but as soon as Draco whispered his name, he opened his eyes and stopped moving.

"Yes?" He seemed to force his voice to sound confused, and Draco knew that he knew what question would follow.

"What's wrong?" Harry just shook his head.

"Just a dream. I'm okay, really." Draco nodded and laid his head back down on the pillow. Harry followed suit.

"Harry?"

"Draco?" He mimicked the blond right down to the tone of his voice.

"Ha, funny. What do you like to do?" He looked genuinely confused this time.

"Um...what do you mean?" His brow furrowed, and Draco reached out to smooth the lines down. Half of his reasoning being that he didn't want him to get wrinkles, the other half because he wanted him to calm down, to understand that he never meant any harm, that he had nothing to worry about.

"What type of hobbies do you have, what do you like to do for fun?"

"Um...I don't know..." Draco's eyes widened. Had the man in front of him never had fun? How was that even allowed that the Boy-Who-Lived never had fun? That wasn't right.

"I'm taking you out tomorrow. You're going to have fun if it kills me." He slowly drifted to sleep, aware that Harry was watching him. He didn't care. He just wanted Harry to have fun and if he wanted to stare at him, then that was all right in his mind. He was kind of comforted that Harry would want to look at him. When he was almost asleep, just on the precipice of sleep, he felt Harry lean down and kiss him.

He didn't bother rousing himself this time. He'd just wake Harry up the next day with something similar. Knowing that Harry never really had fun, he assumed he never really woke up to anything other than an alarm or yelling. He was determined to break that pattern, and Merlin help anyone who foiled his plans.

Draco woke up a few hours later and looked at the sun. By the way it was shining into the room and onto the rug, he figured it to be about nine in the morning. Remembering the promise he made to himself the last time he went to sleep, he propped himself up on his arms and gently kissed Harry until he woke up.

"Hey." He was surprised to see that Harry looked confused. "Am I seriously awake, or am I in a dream still? Because if I am, then I need to wake up before anyone or anything gives me a headache before I'm even out of bed." Draco nuzzled his neck and let himself inhale the intoxicating scent that was Harry.

"You're seriously awake. Now, let's go. Rise and shine dear, we have a lot to do in a small amount of time!" He hopped up and off the bed and started throwing shirts and pants around so they created a small storm that just so happened to be directed at the brunet.

"Okay, okay! As long as you stop throwing the cashmere at me, I'll get up." He stopped throwing cloths and instead dressed himself. He had chosen a plain blue shirt and a pair of jeans, something that Draco Malfoy would never have been caught dead in a year prior to that morning.

As soon as Harry was dressed, they took the train to a nearby city and he dragged his companion to the nearest theatre to watch a movie.

"What are we doing here?"

"We're going to watch a movie, now come on!" He pulled him into the theatre number that matched the one on their tickets and climbed the stairs to the very back, determined to not be able to be seen by anyone else. He wanted to be the only one to see Harry's reaction to being in a movie theatre for the first time. His heart pounded in his chest as his mind asked questions that he'd rather not think about.

They sat in the middle of the back row, and Draco pulled Harry to him as the film started. Glad that he had already seen this one, he watched Harry instead of the screen. An overwhelming sense of love and loyalty overcame him just as the main characters had their closing scene. Harry looked up, and Draco kissed his forehead, attempting to convey how he felt.

"I love you." His voice conveyed what his lips could not. He cheek felt wet, and he realized that Harry was crying. "Hey, what's wrong?" Harry shook his head.

"Nothing. I just…I love you too. I think I always have, in a way. And thank you."

Draco felt his heart soar as a mini party occurred in his mind. He was absolutely ecstatic that Harry wasn't upset with him.

Those two traitors. How dare they?! I, Harry's best friend, am ditched for the one person Harry used to hate. HATE! I don't know what's gotten into him, but I'm determined to bring him back and find out. And if he's sincere, then I'll make him pay.

I'll make him pay.

I'll make him pay so bad he'll wish that Voldemort had killed him off when he had the chance.

And Malfoy.

I never really could stand him. He was always strutting about the school when we were boys as if he owned the whole thing. And really, he didn't but that's not the point. The point is that he never let anyone stand up for themselves and he never did what was right, but what he wanted to do just because his father was rich.

And now that it's all over, he expects me to sit back and let him have MY best friend?

Harry is MY best friend, and I'll be damned if I let anyone take him away from me.

So, I think it's time to pay Mr. Malfoy Big Shot a visit. Or more specifically, I think it's time for me to kidnap Harry and make sure the slimy git didn't do anything bad to hurt my friend.

I woke up a little dazed and confused. The last thing I remembered was Draco laughing in the next room. It didn't make sense.

Had I woken up on a nice, non lumpy bed I wouldn't be concerned. But this bed was lumpy and smelly and clearly very, very old and worn. Either that, or it was a very bad conjuring job. I was leaning towards a little of both.

The next thing I noticed, was that I had to be in an attic. From the way that the ceiling pointed upwards and the old musty smell, I'd say an old one at that. And that orangey glow...I knew that from somewhere. Where had I seen that colour orange before?

It was about then that I saw him. Ronald. The one best friend that I thought would support me no matter what decision I made, no matter who I decided to talk to. The one that ultimately betrayed me. I flinched. And, lo and behold, my wrists and ankles felt shackles attached to them. This was going too far.

Everything that must have happened hit me in about two seconds. Firstly, he had probably kidnapped me. But why and how and when I was unsure of. Of course, it didn't matter. What mattered was that I was kidnapped. The next thing that I realized was that I was not only kidnapped, but chained to a very old bed. I suddenly felt very open and uncomfortable. It occurred to me that he could do anything he wanted to me. Torture, hurt, starve, humiliate, yell...several other terrible horrors flicked through my mind all at once, but one stuck out in particular. Rape. He had the potential power to do that to me if he so desired. Suddenly, my panic levels raised about fifty million percent.

I was in the drawing room when I saw an overexcited Dobby try to explain that he wasn't supposed to be eaten to one of my fly traps outside the window. It was one of the funniest things I had seen in a long time. The entire time I was in the drawing room, I was reading and editing an article for the paper on what kinds of plants survive best in the controversial debate over conquering the plants versus buying and growing from seeds.

It wasn't until about three hours later that he felt it. An irresistible pull in his gut. He ignored it, assuming that it was his baser instincts to go and...well he wasn't going to go down those thought roads just now. It would be unprofessional to think like that while editing an article over plants of all things.

A few moments later, he felt it again. Except this was different. He now felt a full blown panic attack coming on, and he had nothing to panic about. It was then that he realized he still felt the pull in his gut. He knew, instinctively, that Harry was in trouble. He ran outside, spread his wings, and let his body take over.

It wasn't too long and I recognized the Weasley's house. I felt his body guiding him easily, showing me where to maneuver and how to move as to not draw attention to myself and to remain in control and silent. I also felt the undeniable rage that was positively boiling in me. How dare that Weasley attempt to kidnap my mate?! I would make him pay.

I landed on the attic window, and I felt myself sliding in without a sound.

The sight that met my eyes was horrendous.

Harry was strapped to a bed, naked except for his boxers and socks. I realized that this must be what he was in before the redhead managed to try to sneak him away from me. It did little to calm my body, which insisted that the rest of his clothing had been ripped off of him in an attempt to take advantage of his current state.

I could see the Weasley clearly, even if it was rather darker in the attic than it would seem likely from the outside. I could also see a really disgusting ghoul-purple with green bumps everywhere-that was both naked and cackling like a madman. This was too much.

I was ready to panic when I was told that the ghoul would be deciding upon my punishment for letting myself go as much as I had-whatever that meant. I was too focused on the disgusting creature undressing itself before me. I hoped beyond hope that it was only going to make me look at the ugliness and not actually do anything. My suspicions told me that I was wrong to hope.

But as I thought that, I could clearly see a blond head come through the window on my left. My body relaxed instantly until I saw Draco attack Ronald. It was on then, I could clearly see that.

The two fought tooth and nail over me, and it all ended with a sickening crunch and a scream from my former friend.

I could clearly see that Harry was distressed, and I made my way to him quickly. Instincts were trying to get me out of here as fast as possible and to get home where I could make sure that nothing like this ever happened again. I picked him up, noticing his body relax against mine instantly, something that made my inner animal sing with pride.

About halfway to where we had started a few hours earlier, I felt Harry stir. He had fallen asleep somewhere along the way, and I was perfectly content that he was so relaxed with me that he could fall asleep in my arms while we were miles from the ground. I looked down at him, admiring the way his bright eyes looked at me with a mixture of indecision and determination. I simply kissed his forehead and flew on, hardly able to wait to ask what his inner dilemma was.