A/N: Hey everyone, I'm soooo sorry it took me forever to update! School got sick crazy, but next chapter will be uber long and interesting, promise. I don't have any tests till Friday, yay!
"No…No, I told you already, Sev, he's fine."
The soft, familiar voice drifted into Harry's ears. The teen whined and rolled over, clutching the blanket to his chest.
"I'll take him back tomorrow morning, he's to sick to walk up."
Green eyes opened to find the world a heavy gray blur. He blinked and the fuzz cleared slightly, leaving a fine gray film over the colors of the room. A figure leaned against the wall, holding a phone reciever to his ear. Harry blinked hard and looked back at the figure. The blonde hair was dimmed, the gray eyes dulled, and the pale white skin held a sickly grayish undertone.
Gradually color started to stream back into Harry's line of vision and a few blinks later Draco was restored to his normal pale glory, hair shining icy yellow and eyes hard and steely. "Do you have anymore information about the attack? Yeah, no, neither do I. All I've got is that it was committed by a bunch of freaks in white cloaks. But, Sev, I think target of the attack was-"
Suddenly Draco noticed a pair of wide, emerald eyes fixed on him. The tension lines on Draco's forehead eased and the cold leaked out of Draco's eyes, replaced by soft, almost hesitant warmth.
"Harry-Listen, Sev, he's awake, I'll see you tomorrow." The blonde hung up the phone and walked over to the bed. "Morning, idiot, how're you feeling?"
"Alive?"
Draco sighed and walked over to the window, "I'm sorry, Harry. I shouldn't have left you."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked with a yawn, curling himself deeper into the warm blankets.
"Someone is trying to kill you."
"Mmhm, that's nice... D-what?!" Harry yelped, he bolted upright in bed and glared at Draco. "Okay, seriously Draco. Not funny."
"Harry I need you to listen to me; I am being completely serious. Someone is trying to kill you." Draco said.
The dark haired teen shook his head stubbornly, "No, no, no, no. Why would anyone want to kill me?!"
Draco shook his head, "I'm so sorry, Harry, I can't. It's not my secret to tell."
"So you want me to believe for some unexplained reason that someone is trying to kill me." Harry growled. "That's insane."
"They're trying to kill you because of who you are, there is something in your blood that threatens them. If you die, they will be completely unopposed."
"You're serious aren't you?" Harry sighed.
"Absolutely."
"Draco, that makes no sense."
The blonde raked a hand through his hair, "I know, I know, I'm sorry. I don't have all the answers either. All we know for certain is that they are trying to kill you for some reason that probably has to do with your family lineage and bloodline because from what we've seen there is no reason for them to have any interest in you."
Harry was silent for a moment before finally asking, "Who're they?"
"Hogwarts….whoever is in charge of Hogwarts."
"No…that's not possible. God is watching over Hogwarts, god wouldn't let bad people in."
Draco smiled weakly, "I always thought it was cute how you would always turn to god."
"Don't say things like that, I'm not cute." Harry said, eyes downcast and cheeks a pale shade of red. "It's sick."
"Your friends tease you, they call you cute," Draco purred. He walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of it. The blonde smirked as Harry shivered uncomfortably.
"That's different," Harry gasped.
"How? I'm doing the same thing, I'm just noticing how…small you are," Draco whispered huskily, sliding a hand up Harry's arm to around the smaller teen's neck. "How effeminate your neck is," The hand slid up to caress Harry's cheek. "How…pretty you are."
Harry pulled his cheek out of Draco's hand and fixed his eyes on the floor. "Stop it,"
"Why?"
"Because, it's a sin, it's disgusting."
The blonde got off the bed and walked to the door of the room, "It's me isn't it? I'm the only one who makes you feel…dirty, unholy."
"Shut up." Harry growled. "It's a sin, alright. Stop being so…weird."
"I'll be back in an hour. Don't leave the room, and try and get some sleep."
Draco left the room, shutting the door softly behind him.
Harry sniffled and curled up into the covers. "Draco's just trying to scare me." The teen giggled nervously and told himself, "No one's trying to kill me, no one at all." Harry fitfully drifted into a light sleep and the world slowly went dark. Harry didn't notice a dark shape outside the window watching him.
"Open up! This is the police!"
Harry whined and opened his eyes. "What?"
"Police, Thomas Malfoy, open up!"
With a quick glance at the bedside clock, Harry cursed, Draco left at eight, it was now quarter to one. "That asshole," Harry snarled, "Malfoy's not here!"
"We're going to bust open the door!"
"Fuck! No, come on!"
"Mr. Malfoy open the door right now!"
Harry floundered out of bed and ran to the window.
"Fine, we're going to bust it open in 3…"
The teen flung open the third story window and winced, "What the hell do I do?!" Harry snarled to himself. He suddenly grabbed the bed and yanked it to the window. The teen tied a sheet around the bedpost and tossed it out the window.
"2…"
Without a second thought Harry slipped out the window and holding onto the sheet shimmied down.
"1…"
Above him Harry heard the sheet begin to tear. "Damn, damn, damn!" He started to slide as fast as he could down the sheet, the eventual tearing getting louder and louder.
In the room there was a loud bang on the door. They would open the door, find Harry on the sheet, and possibly shoot his brains out.
"Not good," Harry panted, "It's all Draco's fault!"
He looked down to find he was still at least 10 feet from the alley below. He glanced around frantically and saw a ledge just a few feet below to his left. Harry pushed off the wall and carefully began to swing back and forth.
The sheet tore with a violent snap and for a few moments Harry was falling through mid air.
Frantically his fingers closed around the edge and Harry was slammed against the brick wall of the building. He hung on the ledge for a moment, trying to catch his breath. In his room above he heard the police bang open the door and search the room. It would only be a few seconds before they looked out the window.
The teen took a deep breath and started to edge across the ledge, while trying to find a hold for his feet. If he fell then that would be the end.
"He went out the window!" A cop shouted.
"He's in the alley, get down there a search!"
"Shit!" Harry squeaked.
The ledge in his hands began to crumble.
In a split second Harry was falling through midair.
I'm going to die…Harry thought. I can't die! I can't!
Suddenly his feet thudded onto the cobblestone of the alley. Harry waited for the pain of impact…it never came. The teen looked down at his feet to find them resting on the cobblestone, fully intact and functional. "Oh thank you, Jesus!" Harry laughed softly in relief.
"Spread out and search!" It was a cop!
Suddenly something grabbed Harry's arm.
"Move it, you idiot!"
Draco yanked Harry to his feet and took off running, half-dragging the dark haired teen.
"Draco, what the hell?! Why are they after you? And who's Thomas?!?"
"No time!" Draco shouted. The blond led them through a series of twisting alleys till finally they emerged at the train station just was one of the large machines was starting to pull away from the station.
They kept ran towards it, running along side the train Draco jumped onto the moving stairs.
Harry missed the jump and was chasing frantically after the train, he could hear the footsteps and shouts of police behind them. "Draco!" He felt his hand slipping from Draco's.
"Hang on!" Draco shouted above the rumble of the train.
Harry met Draco's eyes and in that instant his eyes said softly, he was going to let go.
Suddenly the blonde snatched Harry's wrist with his free hand and yanked the smaller teen onto the train. Harry sat still for a moment, clinging to Draco for dear life as the train picked up speed. The two were crouched on the steps, cold wind whipping their hair.
"Stupid, cat, didcha think I'd let you fall?"
"…Sorta,"
"Yeah, well I won't."
"Why do you always save me?" Harry asked softly, sure that Draco couldn't hear him above the thunder of the train.
The blonde shrugged, "It just feels wrong not to."
A/N: How many things can I possibly leave unexplained? A lot, but in the next chapter the boys hide out in London and things start to fall into place.