"You are worthless Potter," says dream Draco. He's wearing his usual smirk, skinny jeans and tight shirt and all. He stands with his hands in his pockets, confident poise, "Nobody cares about you, I certainly don't." He leans over Harry, puts one hand in Harry's hair and the other tilts his chin up, "I don't even hate you, I just couldn't care less," He then sits on Harry's lap (Harry's sitting bound to a chair), face inches from Harry's. The arrogant blond blows onto Harry's lips, breath minty, "But you care about me! It's so obvious, that's why I keep you around, you know, so I can make fun of you. It's hilarious, perfect Potter, in love with me! A death eater."

One of his hands finds Harry's chest, and the soft blond hair brushes against Harry's face. "You're turned on right now? Aren't you? Pathetic," The Slytherin laughs, "You're so pathetic, it's hilarious!" Draco twists in his lap purposely, and Harry strains against his binds and screams through his gag. "You're in love with a death eater! You know you can't change me. You think I regretted it, don't you?" Draco's other hand trails down Harry's shoulder, leaving Harry tingling. It stops to join the other hand on Harry's chest, "I loved it! I loved their screams... I loved how they twisted up in pain, I loved how their voices broke so they couldn't scream anymore; when I tortured them. I'd go out of my way to do it too, anytime the Dark Lord brought someone in, I'd be first to raise my hand. You know what I mean, don't you, because you're a monster too. You tortured Hearts, and you enjoyed it."

The blond removes Harry's gag, "You're a monster," and before he can say anything in reply, Draco presses his lips softly to Harry's. Harry knows it isn't Draco, but he can't help it, he kisses back, rough and desperate, feeling cold and warm all over. "Pathetic," murmurs other Draco, before leaning back down, wrapping an arm around Harry's neck and snogging him fiercely, their tongues pressing against each other. They twist around in some sort of dance, barely pausing for breath. Then suddenly the Slytherin leans back, Harry tries to reach forwards for him, but is denied, "Say you're worthless, Potter, say it." The brunet's face drops, and Draco laughs, "I don't need to force you," He leans forwards again and Harry pushes himself away, trying to resist, "Because you already know you are." He kisses Harry again, murmuring against Harry's lips, "You're worthless." One quick kiss, "Pathetic." Two quick kisses, "No one cares about you!" Three quick kisses, "A monster." One long kiss, "Who killed so many people-"

"Potter!"

"You're nothin-"

"HARRY!"

Harry woke up with a start, "What?!" He looked around frantically, why was everything green? Why was Malfoy nex- then everything from yesterday rushed back to him. "Oh," he said softly.

"You were having a nightmare," muttered the Slytherin, brushing his hands through his hair in attempt to organise it, "Bloody woke me up too."

The brunet blushed, and got up quickly, trying to put some distance between them, "Sorry." Oh Merlin, his nightmare. He was not remembering the feeling of Draco's lips on his. Stop thinking about it! He screamed to himself. Getting a boner in the middle of the woods would not be a good idea.

"You should feel sorry," Draco gibed, stretching his arms, resembling a cat. (Note on Draco 57: When he's sarcastic about something somewhat serious , he actually means the opposite). Also, Harry totally didn't keep mental notes about Draco. Okay, yes he did, but only like 300 hundred of them. He couldn't help it, know thy enemy after all.

Suddenly he felt a tap on his shoulder, "What do we do now?"

The brunet suddenly felt a crushing weight on his chest, Draco was relying on him to get them out of the woods, but he had no idea what direction Hogwarts was in, "Um... We should find a tall tree?"

"A tall tree?" Scoffed the Slytherin, crossing his arms.

"To you know... climb and then see if we can spot the castle," Act confident Harry, then you'll be confident, thats what Sirius had always said.

Draco lifted one perfect brow, but nodded, "I'm sure climbing trees is exactly what we need to do in this situation." That meant he agreed.

"Okay good. So, um, off to find a tall tree?"

The blond laughed softly, smirk gone. Harry felt himself start a bit, because when that awful git wasn't scowling or smirking, he actually looked sweet? Innocent? "Stop looking like the Weaslette just put your dick in certain places. There's a tall tree to be found!"

"Hey!"

The blond started walking in a random direction, "Hey what?" He turned around grinning, "It's what you looked like."

"We're not together anymore," Harry called out to him, "She's with Luna!"

The blond stopped suddenly, "You're not?" (Did he look happy?) "That actually explains a lot. No wonder Luna talked about her so much." Harry runs to catch up, nearly tripping on a root, "You should of heard her, 'Ginny's so lovely, Draco! I'd think you'd really like her, if you got over the whole Po-"

"Po?" questioned Harry, feeling hopeful.

"Got over poo," replied Draco lamely, waving a hand dismissively, "You know Luna, so weird."

Harry nodded, feeling a smile etch onto his face, "Got over poo, makes total sense."

"Shut up, Potter. Nobody cares about your opinion." (That means he did).

"So sorry."

"Merlin, Potter, can't you just let a man look at the scenery in peace!"

"So. Sorry" Harry whispered mockingly. He heard the blond breath in sharply, but Draco didn't respond. Truth be told, Harry could stare at the 'scenery' all day, and understood why Draco wanted to look at it, as the tall straight pine trees were very 'Slytherin'. Each step they took made no sound, as they stepped on the soft moss or the dark dirt. And the trees, the trees were gorgeous. They were straight and confident, their huge branches letting only gold streams of sunlight through. Harry half expected a fairy (The muggle fairies, not the real ones) to appear out of no where. The setting was like one that you'd see in a book.

They continued to walk in silence, able to walk nearly straight as the trees were big and far apart. Suddenly, "I hate silence." (New Note #367: Hates silence), "When it's with other people, when your by yourself it's fine, but with other people I just hate it." (Add to not #367: Hates silence with other people. New note #368: Likes silence when by himself).

"Oh?" Harry replied, not knowing what to say.

"I also hate one word answers, unless it's me, cause it pisses people off." Of course, "Actually I trade mark one word answers, so every time you use one, you owe me..." he thought, "Ten galleons!"

"What?" Harry sputtered.

"Ten galleons."

"But!"

"Twenty galleons!"

"Stop-"

"Thirt-"

"IT! You're just cutting me off! It's not fair at all!"

The blond turned to him, giggling.

"If you got over poo," reminds Harry.

Draco ceased giggling, "You swore you would never bring that up!"

"I did no such thing!"

Suddenly he had a stick at his neck, and the blond is inches away from him, "Then swear it now," he hissed.

The blond removes Harry's gag, "You're a monster," and before he can say anything in reply, Draco presses his lips softly to Harry's. Harry coughs awkwardly, before narrowing his eyes. "Never."

The stick presses farther into Harry's neck, posing no threat what so ever. "Now!"

Suddenly, Harry grabs the stick, flips Draco around and presses him against a tree, stick against the Slytherin's throat. "What were you saying?" Harry smirked cockily. The Slytherin doesn't say anything, his pale lips partly spread and hair messed up. "Hmm?" Harry provoked.

Draco fake coughed, "Personal," cough, "Space." He struggled against the slightly taller boy.

Harry let go reluctantly, "Sorry."

"It's absolutely not fine, I was viciously attacked by you!" complained the other boy, a slight pant in his voice.

"Sorry!" Harry replied sarcastically.

"Shut up Potter," Draco said while straightening out his hair, "I need to find us a tall tree!"

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Hermione was officially terrified. Breakfast was nearly over and Harry still had yet to return. "Ron?"

"I know 'mione," He replied, "We should go up to Mcgnagall's now." Pushing his dinner away from him, he started to get up, but Hermione pulled on his sleeve.

"What about breakfast?" She asked, finding it hard to believe Ron would skip breakfast.

He down at her confused, "Harry's missing! We should know by now that's always bad! Some Death Eater probably grabbed him!"

She stood up to join him, "You said yourself that he could be shagging some girl."

The ginger laughed darkly, "With the way he looks at Malfoy?"

Hermione jerked, "You guessed too?"

"I'm not an complete idiot, I know my best friend," convinced Ron, "I don't like it, but it's been like that since first year."

"What about Ginny? And Cho?" questioned Hermione, as they slowly walked out of the great hall to the Headmistress's office.

"I do think he liked them, but he's just Malfoysexual."

Hermione reached for his hand, "Or bisexual."

"Bisexual? Pansexual? Maybe. But definitely Malfoysexual-"

"I don't like it."

"I don't like it either, but I don't think we can do anything about it."

When they finally reached Mcgnagall's office, Hermione felt that familiar rush of panic. "Lemondrops?" she guessed. The gargle statues did nothing to move. "Dumbledore?" Creaking, the statues seemed to stare at the two, judgemental, as they shifted, forming the staircase.

The couple stepped onto the steps, recalling how often they had did this before, to see Dumbledore about something or other, but now Dumbledore was dead.

As they reached the top, Hermione felt her heart beat faster, as the room had completely changed. Instead of the mess it had been before, it was neat and orderly, much like the Headmistress herself. She breathed in deeply, preparing for what was to follow.

The stern face of Mcgnagall slowly appeared, her dark green ropes and hat accenting her grey hair. "Yes, Granger and Weasley?"

"Harry's missing," started Ron.

"No surprise there," a nasally voice said from one of the portraits.

"Snape!" Ron shouted-

Their old professor glared at Ron with her usual steely gaze, quickly shutting him up, "When was the last you saw him?" Ron tried to ignore the greasy smile from his old professor.

This time Hermione replied, "Yesterday afternoon. We know that's not long but with Harry..."

Mcgnagall cocked her head to the side, much like a cat, "Of course you have a right to be worried. We will look into it. Have you used your... map?"

Of course Hermione had thought of that, but ever since Remus had died, the map seemingly shut down, with the words Mischief Managed permanently etched onto it, "It doesn't work anymore."

The Headmistress raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Well, go to your class. We'll look into it."

As they walked out of the room, Hermione called out in thanks, but the Headmistress already seemed occupied talking to the portraits that adorned the room.

"Do you think they'll do anything?" questioned Ron, turning to his girlfriend.

Hermione looked back at him, "We just have to trust them."

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"I think I found one," Pointed out Harry, looking to a tall, but climbable tree.

Draco collapsed dramatically onto Harry, "Oh, thank Merlin!"

"Shut it, Malfoy," Harry replied as he brushed the blond off of him. Calmly, the brunet looked up at the tree, with it's towering trunk and thick branches. "Are you coming, or are you staying here?"

The Slytherin's face was paler then usual, and his adams apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously, "Of course, what kind of coward do you take me for?"

"You don't have to..."

"Why wouldn't I?" quavered Draco, reaching up for the first branch. Harry noticed the shake in Draco's arm, but opted to not say anything now. He'd ask later.

Harry reached up and pulled himself onto the first branch, "Okay," He looked down at the boy below him, who was staring up at him trying to be confident.

"Thirty Galleons!"

"Go fuck yourself Malfoy," Harry replied as he grabbed a branch above him and placed his foot on another.

When he turned around, Draco was inches away from him, one branch below. "No thanks Potter, I usually have someone do it for me."

Breathing in, Harry tried to control himself (Controlling himself from what, Harry didn't know), "You cocky little bastard."

Draco raised one eyebrow, their faces so close, Harry could practically feel it, "Interesting choice of words," he purred.

Harry felt like punching him, or kissing him, he didn't know which one would be more enjoyable. "Fuck off Malfoy," he reached up for another branch, only to find the branch covered with sticky sap.

"Again with the kink- YOU ASSHOLE! GET THAT OFF OF ME!" Draco's eyes widened in disgust, "WHAT EVEN IS THAT?"

Laughing, Harry spoke somewhat mockingly, "Pine tree sap, the stickiest of them all."

Suddenly Harry felt a sharp pain in his stomach, "Fuck you, Potter," hissed Draco.

Once again, Harry did nothing but laugh, "Now who's getting kinky?"

When Draco punched him again, Harry did nothing to dodge, and laughed again when Draco muttered, "You're lucky I need you to survive," The blond started climbing again, this time intentionally away from Harry, "By the way, if we can't find food, we're eating you first."

"Good thing we're not going to run out of food then."

"I might eat all the food intentionally!"

"You really wanna eat me that much?" chuckled Harry, "OW!"

"You deserved that pinecone you git!"

Now filled with motivation, Harry scrambled up the tree to try and catch the other boy. Upon seeing this, Draco climbed smoothy and fast, but alas, the Gryffindor was faster. They had nearly reached the top of the tree when Harry caught up to Draco, he pinned him against the tree, allowing the blond to hold onto some branches however. "I am I still a git?"

Draco glared at him, "You're always a git."

"Prat," Harry replied, suddenly realising how intimate their situation was, but he did nothing to move. Their shallow breaths intertwined, Don't think of the dream!

"Ass-" Suddenly the branch Harry was standing on broke, "HARRY!"

Unable to anything but hang desperately onto the two branches he had in a death grip, he looked at Draco, "I need your help." Harry wanted to let go, he wanted to just fall and fall and fall until he hit the ground. But the horror on the other boy's face forced Harry to continue gripping.

"W... what?" stammered Draco.

"Ten Galleons."

"NOW IS NOT THE TIME!"

"Sorry. I need you to move to the other side of the tree, so I can swing over to where your standing."

The blond looked down, and gulped, "Merl... Merlin... We're high up."

Harry felt his arms weakening, "Draco, if you don't do this, I will die."

Draco look away from the ground (the far far away ground), to Harry, eyes holding nothing but fear, "Good?"

"Draco!"

"Fine! I can do it. What do you think I am? Scared of heights? Malfoy's aren't scared of anything..."

It was beginning to become hard to keep holding on, "Draco, now!" The blond started muttering to himself, and slowly moved from branch to branch, hand's shaking. With the space vacated, Harry swung, and was able to place one foot down. Slowly, he steadied himself.

"Harry?" Questioned the Slytherin from the other side of the tree.

"I'm fine!"

"Come over here! I see something!"

Harry quickly scampered around the tree, to wear the other boy was white knuckling the branches. "Where?"

The blond nodded his head forwards, "There."

Searching out whatever Draco saw, he spotted a small village. It seemed to be about seven miles to the west? Harry couldn't really tell. He turned back to the Slytherin, who's eyes were filled with panic. "Look how pretty the scenery is?" He tried to help. His statement was true of course, as the tree they had climbed towered above the others, and they could see over the tops of millions of trees. They seemed to be standing above a sea green, and Harry wanted to do nothing more then dive in and drown. But no, he wouldn't.

"The scenery?" chocked Draco.

"I mean, look at the clouds!" The clouds were puffy and twisted, much like a frayed rope. With the sun shining softly over everything, Harry once again felt like he was in a fairy tale.

"The clouds?!" repeated Draco.

The other boy looked as if he was about to pass out, "Should we go down now?" Harry asked.

Draco turned to him frantically, "Yes!" he practically screamed. (He soon discovered climbing down a tree was much harder then climbing up).

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The rest of the day was spent walking until the sunset, and they couldn't use it to figure what direction to walk (The sun set on the west, so they just followed it). The two boys bickered and argued and dare he say it, flirted (Get over yourself Harry. Even if Draco wasn't straight, he'd never like someone as worthless as you).

And at the end of they day, when they made another shelter, they wrapped their arms around each other, no awkward fumbling like before.

Even if Harry's nightmares didn't go away, even if Harry's depression wasn't gone, Harry felt the happiest he had been for a while. Who knew Draco Malfoy would be the one to make Harry happy again?

Draco murmured against Harry's cheek, and Harry allowed himself to fall asleep.

Being kidnapped had never been so fun.

(Oh, and Harry hadn't regretted torturing Hearts, he was a monster. Dream Draco had been right about one thing. Harry didn't enjoy torturing her, but he didn't feel bad whatsoever. Saying Draco was bad, saying he was a worse person then Harry would be terribly inaccurate. Harry knew that Draco could never hurt anyone seriously, not even an animal, because, although he'd never tell anyone, Harry had seen Draco running down a hallway crying over a dead bird in 6th year. Harry also knew he himself was a monster, but he was a controlled monster, and he would never hurt anyone innocent.

He would never hurt Draco.

But he would hurt anyone who did.)

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Also, when Harry and Draco were in the tree together and Draco wasn't scared of heights, it was because he was focusing on Harry, not how high he was. Just wanna clear that up. Also, I don't have any fear of heights, so did I write that accurately?

And Harry's sexuality in this story is never really decided officially, in my mind he's Malfoysexual, but if you want an actual sexuality, then he's either bi or pan. Draco's fully gay btw

Please tell me what you think, or if you have any suggestions!