A/N: Alright well I'm going to try to get out one more chapter of this and Balance of Luck before Book 7, but we'll see how that goes. After the book comes out, I won't be updating for at LEAST a week because I'm going to have to sink into my depression then come back out before I write again. So I have the very last bit of this fic planned out! There are three or four (it depends how long I make the thing with Voldemort) more chapters after this, plus an epilogue. That might change because I'm still playing around with the order of two things, but that's the plan as of now. How sad, eh? Man it'll be weird being done this. Haha right anyway, on with the chapter.

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With Draco now awake, Harry climbed into bed next to him. He wasn't sure how he should approach Draco, or how he was feeling. Harry himself couldn't imagine having a parent kidnapped from him, but they had never spoken of Draco's mother, and he didn't know how close they were.

"Can I get you anything? We've probably got a couple of House Elves just waiting to bring us food."

Draco smiled weakly at Harry who was obviously trying to feel out his mood. "No I'm fine, but thank you. What have you done since I've been here anyway? I hope you didn't stay the whole time."

Harry laughed. "Don't worry, I actually fell asleep so yes, I've been here the whole time, but it hasn't all been spent fretting over you."

"Well good." Draco pulled Harry in for a kiss. He felt him return it enthusiastically. He figured he was probably grateful for a distraction. Which was odd, Draco considered, as it should have been him who needed a distraction after the past couple days.

"No wait," Harry said as he pulled away from Draco. "You should probably eat whether you're hungry or not. You've not eaten since... I'm actually not sure. But I bet it's been awhile."

Draco sighed, irritated at the kiss being interrupted. "I ate," he looked at Harry's still wavering 'tempus' spell, "not even twelve hours ago. And I've been asleep for six of those."

"Twelve hours? Merlin, you already beat Ron. Still, that's quite a long time. We should probably get some food to keep up your energy." He said this last with a bit of a spark in his eye.

A spark which made Draco agree on the spot. "Okay. You call Dobby. I'm in need of a shower, I think."

Harry laughed. "Yes that would probably be best, now that I think about it. What're you in the mood for?"

Draco smirked. "Do I really need to say it?" He teased and ran his hand slowly over his hip.

Harry rolled his eyes at the behaviour. "Oh honestly Draco-" he started, but then realized he sounded a bit too much like Hermione, "Stop being thick. Food wise?"

"Oh well, so good of you to clarify. Erm, I could go for some toast. Nothing too heavy though, yes?"

Harry nodded but walked up to where Draco was grabbing some clothes for after his shower. He put his arms around the blonde and rested his head on his shoulder from behind.

"Are you sure you're okay? You were pretty distraught earlier."

Draco smiled at his concern, a part of him wanting to milk it for all it was worth, but another, a larger part of him, wanting to reassure his mate.

"Trust me, I'm fine. I was running on no sleep earlier so everything seemed worse. It's not really in our control, is it? We'll just have to wait for the Aurors to do their job. I'm sure they'll get her back." He was more trying to convince himself than Harry. He knew that they would be doing unspeakable things to his mother and he didn't want to dwell on something he couldn't change.

On that note, he left the bedroom to the washroom. He needed some time to himself. Not so much away from Harry, he had helped him a lot lately, especially with insisting he go to bed. That had been the best suggestion of the day. He felt completely overwhelmed.

He ran over the situation in his head. His mother had been kidnapped by the Dark Lord, to whom his father had previously been in service, and was most likely – as discussed in the Headmasters office before the arrival of Harry – being felt hostage for Harry to come get her. His mate would most likely run straight into the whole cock-up, were he aware of this.

Draco had decided at that moment, there was no way Harry was going there, unless he went with him. He couldn't let Harry rush into a known dangerous setting just to save him from being upset.

He rinsed his hair, already feeling much better. Rest and washing really did wonders, he was beginning to notice. Now, onto the food.

He walked into Harry's room with trousers hanging low on his hips, as he had had to borrow Harry's and they were slightly big on him. He hadn't yet put on a shirt and couldn't find one anywhere, looking around the room at the various articles of clothing strewn about the room. On his search, he stopped at Harry who was standing by the meal Dobby had brought up for them.

He smiled. He asked for toast and Harry got it for him, but dressed it up as much as imaginable. There were five different types of jam, three of marmalade, another five of jelly, and clotted cream along with butter.

"Thanks, you." He said and gently kissed Harry on the cheek. The latter blushed at the affectionate gesture. It was rare that they displayed their affection for each other, so much so that Harry sometimes doubted Draco even liked him. Though it later became obvious from out of character things such as the kiss.

Draco was pilling butter and strawberry jam onto his scone – yes, Harry had called for scones as well – while Harry dug through his cupboards looking for a shirt he could wear. Not that Draco had asked, but he felt it necessary to cover up the temptation. Remember, Harry told himself firmly, Draco's upset. You can't take advantage of the situation like that. Control yourself damnit!

He thought this last and Draco placed his scone on the table and stretch backwards, getting the remaining kinks out of his back. This, of course, stretched the muscles in his back to the point of almost making Harry loose the battle with the devil on his shoulder.

Finally grabbing a hold of one of his school oxfords, he yanked it out of the drawer, holding the wrinkled garment triumphantly.

Walking back to Draco, he dumped it over his shoulder and said, "Here. You must be cold."

"Phankf." His mouth was full, but the sentiment came across. Instead, however, of putting the shirt on properly, Draco merely slid his arms in and let the front hang open. It rested neatly on his neck, the sides falling down to frame just inside his nipples.

Harry swallowed. Shite. The shirt was supposed to have the opposite affect. Instead, Harry felt as though he were looking at a debauched school boy. His hair was still messy, having not completely dried from his shower, and with the too large trousers and wrinkled, undone shirt... Harry shook his head, unwilling to let his hormones get the better of him.

"You know, maybe we should go to Dumbledore's office and see if there have been any advancements in the case. Don't want to fall out of touch, after all." Draco said. "It's been nearly seven hours by now. Even the Aurors don't work that slowly."

"I wouldn't bet on that, if I were you." But they gathered themselves and left as it was.

On the way to the Headmasters office, neither of them spoke very much. Harry, not wanting to further upset Draco, as he was visibly stressed about what they were about to find out, and Draco... well he was running through every possible answer to the question, 'has there been any news?' and was not in a good place.

They reached the gargoyle which opened automatically. Harry stood back and motioned to Draco. "After you."

Draco took a deep breath and started up the stairs to the closed door. Even from the other side, he could hear raised voices, arguing urgently. Without knocking, as he figured he was probably directly involved in the situation at hand, he turned the knob with Harry right behind him.

Only Dumbledore didn't look shocked to see them, everyone else seemed slightly thrown off kilter. Inside were Lucius, Hermione, Ron, Kingsley, Tonks his old professor Lupin.

Dumbledore, as always, was the first to speak and break the heavy silence.

"Harry, Draco," he said, nodding to each in turn, "we have had news of Narcissa. The Aurors who were sent out previously returned virtually unharmed with a message for us. And Harry," he focused solely on him, "before I tell you, I need your word you will listen to what I have to say afterwards."

Harry swallowed nervously. Why was it always him at the centre of a problem?

Really having no other choice, he nodded for Dumbledore to continue.

"The message from the Aurors was that Voldemort wants you personally to go retrieve Narcissa Malfoy. I think we all agree this is an obvious attempt at getting you to go to Voldemort's place of hiding so he can get to you easily. By taking your mate's loved one; it ensures your desire to go. What do you think, Harry?" The Headmaster looked at him over his spectacles.

Harry knew what he wanted to do, what with the hero complex everyone kept telling him he had, but looked at his friends and lover for guidance anyway.

Draco, as expected, was impassive, obviously not wanting his own emotions to come into Harry's decision making process. Even though, he considered, that was the only reason it was a question to begin with.

He next turned his gaze to Hermione and Ron. Hermione's face was begging, most likely thinking it was a bad idea that Harry should not rush into. As always. Ron's face reflected what it normally did when he was about to do something dangerous; an unenthusiastic loyalty. He would follow and help him to the best of his ability, but he wouldn't like it. Harry wouldn't have expected anything less of his friends. He knew they would all help him if the need arose. Not that he wanted it to, or them to have to.

"I know you're not going to like it, but I want to do it. I need to help if I can."

This was met with pursed lips from Hermione, a sigh from Ron, and silence from Draco.

"I supposed you might think that way and therefore, we have devised a plan. I know there is very little to stop you going to Voldemort, short of locking you up, and I feel it is safer to have a planned and protected escape than an uncoordinated one. That is why I have asked Kingsley Shacklebolt, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin here."

As Harry listened to his plan, his eyes kept wandering to Draco, who was sitting, not having said anything since entering the room. He forced himself to snap out of it and listen to what was possibly the most important thing he would ever hear; Dumbledore's plan.

It seemed they wanted Tonks, a trained and therefore, more able, witch, to morph into Harry and confront Voldemort while Harry, Kingsley and Remus worked on getting Narcissa out. The bolt on the door to her cell required a spell spoken by Harry himself, as the previous group had discovered, so Harry actually needed to be there.

Everything seemed to be in order, until Harry stood up with the rest of them to prepare to leave. Draco spoke for the first time in an hour.

"I'm going with him."

Everyone froze.

Lucius smiled tentatively and approached him from across the room. "Son, you cannot go with him, you wouldn't be safe."

"Oh," Draco spat, "and he's going to be safe? No. I won't let him go without me. I've thought it through and if I can't go, I won't be here when he comes back. IF he comes back."

"Draco listen, please be reasonable-" Dumbledore started but was then cut off by the very boy he was addressing.

"No you listen. My mate is going. I can protect him. If he dies, then there's a good chance I won't even want to live so I may as well die too if something is to go wrong. I won't be a hindrance. I have to go."

He said the last to Harry, begging him with his eyes. Harry turned to Dumbledore, silently asking the question.

"Mister Malfoy, you may go so long as you understand the gravity of what you are about to do. There is a chance you may not survive. There is a chance you will have to kill."

A shadow of fear floated through his eyes but he remained steadfast. He would not let Harry go without him.

"Hey wait. What about us then? We don't get to go?" Ron interrupted loudly from his corner. He and Hermione seemed fairly riled up from the discussion and apparently they thought it unfair.

"No." Said Harry firmly. "You're not coming. It would be a distraction and I'm not letting you put yourselves in danger when you really don't need to be."

"But we always –" Ron started again but was cut off by the Headmaster.

"Harry is right. You are not needed and would simply distract the others from doing what is needed. Any larger a group than we have is too easily spotted. I'm sorry, but you must stay here."

Dumbledore always had the final word.

"Harry," Hermione this time, "please stay safe. I want to see you back here tomorrow in full form. Ma – Draco." She said, turning to him. "Don't do anything that might get Harry or yourself hurt."

Draco smirked. "Yes Hermione dear." It was slightly mocking but the promise was there.

Dumbledore was putting the finishing touches on the portkey they would be using, an old necklace that Remus would have around his neck in case of emergency. Kingsley and Tonks had their own from being Aurors so they were ready to go as it was. Remus' was just an extra precaution in case Kingsley or he got separated from the others.

"Portkey back here as soon as you have Narcissa, and alert Nymphadora when you do. If you run into any danger, portkey back immediately, while grabbing whomever you can to get back here. Leave no one behind." He repeated all this from his earlier scheme telling, just to grind it into their heads.

It was time to go.

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A reviewer brought up a good question. Why does Remus have a portkey and not Harry or Draco? I was thinking about this while I wrote the scene and I decided that portkeys take quite some time and magic to make and they wanted to be off in a hurry because who knows what's happening to Narcissa right? Remus has it because he's the adult of the three of them. Chances are, at least one adult will stay with them, right? Air tight logic! – yeah right

Any gushing about the new film is welcomed. I'm not going to get to see it until next week due to work so I need some details!