A/N: I didn't die AND I aced my Biology final! So sorry this took so long to update, but just know I love you all very much.

I would like to personally give a shout out to my two favorite reviewers:

dracoginnyscorpiuswood: You are so amazing and I absolutely love seeing your reviews. I never meant to make you sad with that last cha-ok maybe I did just a little. But I had too!

LittleThingsToMakeYouSmile: Ahhh!~ Where to begin? I love every single one of your long reviews. And I swear to god I only meant to toy with your heartstrings a little bit C; but I had too! The idea just sprung itself at me as I was thinking of ways to make you all want to spear me with pitchforks and I knew I had to act on it.

In response to another review made by Willow Whelan a few chapters back (Sorry, I kept forgetting to respond) my inspiration is really just me trying to think of things that have never really been done before. You have to think about what readers will and will not like. Take for instance avoiding overused plot lines. The idea for this story originated as "What would Harry have been like if he had grown up away from England with Dudley for companionship?" And then I realized that nothing like that had ever been done, and I knew I had to do something about it before someone else got the same idea.

Now, I'm going to go watch some more Most Popular Girls In School videos on YouTube..."I want to poop here. Whenever I want, for as long as I want."

P.S. I highly recommend the FullMetal Alchemist/Harry Potter crossover fic called Nowhere is Safe by AngelG93. It's absolutely amazing.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize.

Enjoy!

Mad didn't even begin to describe the anger Harry felt as he marched down the halls for his intended target. His hands were shaking in anger as the hidden door to the Slytherin common room slid open. Cold, green eyes scanned the room and they landed on his prey. The lean Italian was leaning against the opposing wall, laughing at something Theo had said. Theo. Innocent Theodore Nott who had no idea just how much of an asshole his best friend really was.

"Oh hey Harry—" The words barely left Blaise's mouth before Harry's fist connected with the side of the other teen's face. Blaise jerked backwards, shouting loud expletives at Harry, hand clutching the blossoming bruise on his tanned features.

"Thought I'd give you a matching one. You know what I'm talking about. See? Now you and Draco can play the happy little couple with your goddamned matching bruises." His voice was dripping in venom and he growled out the words. The entire common room had gone completely silent, all eyes on Blaise and Harry. The latter was positively steaming with rage, and the former looked a little confused before a look of understanding crept into his eyes.

"Yeah, didn't think I'd find out, did you? You hear that everyone? Blaise was abusing his little boy toy." He spat the last of the sentence out, and a collective gasp spread through the room. A few nearby first years backed away slightly and the upperclassmen took on horrified looks and protective stances.

"He deserved what he got, if he'd have just—"

"Just what?! Slept with you?! Yeah, I know. I saw his bruised thighs, Zabini. Lucky he was able to get the help he needed to get away from YOU." Harry punctuated his sentence with swift uppercut to the jaw. "Doesn't feel good on the receiving end, does it, you self–righteous asshole."

Blaise whimpered slightly, hands covering his face. Theo's eyes watered up as he took in everything going on around him. Harry could understand that learning that your supposed best friend was an abusive twat could be a little hard to take in.

It was at that exact moment that Professor Snape swept into the room in an impressive display of swirling robes. He stalked over to the still whimpering Blaise and glared at him with eyes so full of loathing the onlookers had to avert their gazes.

"Stop whining you pathetic piece of filth, and follow me. Your belongings have already been packed." The words were softly spoken, but no one could have mistaken the hate injected into every word, and every word was spoken with the same air of authority that was used in class. The entire room was so silent you could've heard a pin drop. The minute Snape had all but dragged the boy out of the common room, whispers spread around the room. Harry just knew that by this time tomorrow, the entire school would know what Zabini had put Draco through and he felt a sort of satisfaction that the teen would get what was coming to him.

Taking a deep breath, he motioned for Theo to join him on one of the luxurious leather sofas. He gently patted the distraught teen's back. They sat in near silence for a good ten minutes before the lanky brunette said something.

"I guess, I mean, I always knew he was a bit…violent. But he was my best mate, you know? I trusted the bloke with everything. He told me that Draco wouldn't have sex with him, and he said that Draco was just being high maintenance as usual and that he'd cave eventually. And he said it with this horrible, smug, smirk that made me want to chop off his manly bits. But I didn't say anything, and I should have." Theo ran his hands through his curly auburn locks—a nervous habit he'd never dropped. Harry just rubbed soothing circles into the other's back, hoping it would help Theo calm down. Pansy dropped down next to Theo and crooned sweet nothings into his ear until his initial anger and hurt subsided.

"Sweetie, you couldn't have known, none of us did." Her soft voice had a sort of motherly quality that was soothing to the ears. Theo sighed heavily shrugged her off. He sauntered up the boy's staircase to the fifth year dorms, his entire countenance exuding exhaustion. Harry raised his hands helplessly at Pansy's inquiring gaze.

"I'm going to go check on Draco in the infirmary, Pans. I'll be back later, ok?" Harry told the girl softly. She patted his knee with a knowing look in her eye and sent him off with a teasing swat on the ass.

Harry pushed open the infirmary doors and made his way over to Draco's bed. He had long since memorized which bed belonged to the blonde and located it swiftly. He pushed back the curtain and sat gently on the edge of the bed. Harry watched Draco's sleeping form before the blonde began to stir.

"Mmm, Harry? 'S that you?" Draco's sleep riddled voice rang out in the silence of the room and jarred the brunette from his thoughts. Harry smiled and smoothed Draco's hair off his face.

"How are you feeling?" He asked softly. Draco shrugged with a small grin. "Good as new to be honest." Harry sighed and ran his fingers distractedly through Draco's hair.

"Why didn't you tell me? I just…you mean so much to me, Dray. I don't think I could take it if something happened to you. And then, I thought Blaise was such a good guy." His voice was soft and sounded sad and broken as he spoke and Draco felt a pang of regret bubble up inside him. He'd wanted to tell Harry, he really did. But it just wasn't an option, well not at the time anyways.

"I was just so scared. You don't understand, ok? He told me all these things and I had to believe him." Draco muttered angrily. "Besides, it's not like there's anyone who'll want me now. Like he said, I'm damaged goods. Who'd want me?" Draco turned away from Harry and the brunette's bottle green eyes narrowed.

"Never believe anything that son of a bitch told you. You hear me? You are such an amazing person and anyone would be lucky to have you." Harry's eyes were alight with a certain passion and anger he couldn't contain and he knew the emotion had leaked into his voice. Draco's jaw clicked shut, whatever he was about to say died on his tongue and the blonde seemed to suddenly find the white sheets fascinating.

"Then why don't you want me?" The sentence was spoken softly and Harry wasn't sure he had even heard what the blonde had said. 'Then why don't you want me?' The words echoed in his mind as he thought them over. Draco was right, in a way. By never growing a pair and taking the initiative, he had all but said that he didn't want Draco. He could almost smack himself. He had been so worried that Draco didn't want him he'd made himself seem uninterested. Harry decided to break the silence before Draco mistook the situation.

"I didn't think you wanted me back." Harry said plainly. Draco sat up abruptly, almost smacking his face into Harry's shoulder. "I guess I never worked up the courage to make a move. I mean, flirting is one thing but relationships?" His whispered words rang around the infirmary walls, the high vaulted ceilings and stone floors causing them to echo. Harry's bottle green eyes scanned Draco's troubled looking silver ones. The blonde seemed to be debating something because after a few seconds a look of determination took over his countenance.

Harry had barely any time to react before Draco's lips captured Harry's in a fiery kiss. The passion and love that had had years to build up was poured into every second of their lip's embrace. The kiss was every bit as sweet as the brunette had hoped and he savored it, his lips melding against Draco's as if they were meant to be pressed that way—together. Harry tangled his hand his Draco's pale locks, the other hand resting on his neck for support. He used his height advantage to take over the kiss, but all too soon it had to end for the two desperately needed a good intake of air.

Draco rested his forehead against Harry's. His eyes were shining, his hair messy, and his lips were kiss swollen, but Harry didn't think Draco could've looked any more gorgeous than he did in that moment.

"Harry…would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend? Like, um, as a date?" Draco's voice sounded mildly nervous, like even though they had just shared the most amazing kiss of their lives, he was still expecting rejection. The brunette merely smiled contently and pushed a bit of hair out of Draco's face.

"Do you even have to ask?" Harry asked softly, a small, teasing grin tugging at the corners of his petal pink lips. Draco laughed softly and pressed his face into the crook of Harry's neck, his lips teasing the skin there as he spoke.

"Yeah, I guess that was a silly question." Draco said. "Wanna take a nap with me?" He implored softly, his words masked slightly by the suppression of a yawn. Harry chuckled and lay down on the hospital style bed, pulling Draco with him. It wasn't the most conventional place for a nap, but he had to admit that he was very tired after his long day.

Just as they were about to fall asleep, Draco's soft, lilting tone was filling the silence.

"So what happened to Zabini?"

A/N: So? What'd you think? I rather like how this chapter turned out. Oh, and I'm fifteen :D I think I mislead you all with the finals comment, but all high schoolers, including freshman like me, must take them. I'll try to update as soon as I can, love you all.

Xoxo,

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