I should probably start this off with an apology. Im sorry for being so slow at finishing chapters. It's just...real life has been really hectic for me lately. -_- I know...stupid life! Lol.

But I do hope you all enjoy this chapter. Yay, Harry's in it!

Disclaimer: I do not make any claims on anything but the idea for this story... and a couple of my OC characters that will eventually be brought in to this story.

Warnings: There will be HPDM slash. As in BoyxBoy love. Don't like it, don't read it. Also, I will be adding a couple (one in the least) OC characters to this story, But rest assured, none will be Mary Sues or Gary Sues, okay? Oh, and some things in the later chapters could be taken as incest (Not between close relatives!!! Ewww! More like cousins). It's not really incest, but some people might take it as incest.

Harry Potter approached the weeping blond cautiously.

Malfoy was leaning against a wall on the ground, head cradled in his hands, as he shook in obvious fear. When he heard Harry approaching, his head sprung up and he looked around with wide eyes.

He was, Harry realised, terrified.

The dark haired boy quickly made his way towards his school nemesis.

As the blond drew his wand and aimed it in his general direction, Harry quickly made himself known.

"Malfoy, you okay? Why did you scream?" Harry asked, his arms up, making it known that he bore no harm to the frightened boy.

Malfoy's eyes widened and he let out a deep sigh of relief, and lowered his wand.

Harry kneeled down in front of his rival, and asked hesitantly, "What happened? Are you okay?"

Malfoy was breathing awfully hard and his eyes continued to search the corridor for something. He looked like a frightened child.

Finally, Malfoy seemed to be able to grasp a hold of himself, and he turned his focus on Harry.

"Potter...What are...why are you here?" he asked, his voice stuttering uncharacteristically.

Harry scowled; even terrified, the blond was constantly on his case about something.

"Never mind that," Harry told the blond, green eyes sparkling with aggravation, "Just tell me what happened!"

Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Harry, and sent him a glare.

"Nothing. Nothing happened, so why don't you just go bugger yourse—"

Malfoy froze as they both heard the sound of footsteps approaching. Malfoy's eyes widened and he grabbed a hold of Harry's shirt, and pulled both of them into an alcove Harry had never noticed before.

"Malfoy, what the bloody hell are you do—"

He was cut off by the blonde's hand covering his mouth. His voice was muffled. Malfoy brought one finger up, to his own mouth, silently telling Harry to shut up.

Harry's attention was soon caught by the footsteps, and he wondered what could be so horrible, that Malfoy was afraid for even Harry's safety.

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Draco's heart was beating quickly in his chest. He heard the voices that accompanied the footsteps. They seemed to be having a conversation in low tones amongst themselves.

Draco removed his hands from Potter's mouth (shudder) and braced himself on the wall. He slowly crept forward, trying to get a look at the faces of the voices.

He waited quietly, and, after what seemed like forever, the identity of the voices was made clear.

Shit!

Draco flung himself backwards, trying to hide deeper in the alcove. By accident, he knocked into Potter, who had been trying to see who was talking over Draco's head.

Both stumbled, and Draco clung to Potter as they started to fall backwards. Until Potter hit the wall, and clung to it, holding both himself, and the blond up. Both were panting hard while trying to remain as quiet as they could.

So awkward.

The voices got louder and louder, until they passed right by Draco and Potter's hiding place.

"Teehee, Reggy you're all tense, you should really calm down" The cheerful voice of the dark haired man from before could be heard.

A grunt was heard in response.

A third voice, one that was younger than the others, spoke up.

"Enough Gabriel, we shall return to the forest. Regulus, calm yourself and get some rest. You will need it."

"Farewell Anita, farewell moron."

A giggle was head, before a swishing noise passed by the alcove, and the two intruders were gone.

It was silent; Draco felt his heart beat speed up. Had Regulus found him and Potter out? Draco looked up at his Gryffindor rival. His green eyes were flashing with suspicion. Draco stilled. When had he gotten so close?

Potter was straining to hear, while trying to decipher what was going on. Draco felt the other boy tense, and realised that this was the closest he'd ever been to Potter, other than the fist fights that had broken out between them before.

Draco looked at his pale hands, clutching tightly at the red fabric of Potter's ugly red Gryffindor jumper.

Merlin, what was wrong with him?

His heart was racing, and he convinced himself that it was Regulus' silence that was making him nervous.

The finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Refulus' footsteps could be heard retreating towards the Slytherin dorms. When his cousin was finally out of sight, Draco wrenched himself away from Potter in contempt, and pushed his way out of the alcove.

He was stopped with a large hand restraining his arm.

"Malfoy," he heard a croaking voice behind him, "What is going on?"

Draco didn't look back, his back facing Potter. He lowered his head, blond bangs hiding his stormy grey eyes.

"Just, leave me be."

The blond tried to yank his arm away from Potter, but the other held firm.

"Listen Malfoy," the other boy said firmly, "I don't like you, but if there is something wrong you should-"

"There's nothing! Nothing is wrong with me!" He yelled, pivoting on his foot, and levelling a fierce glare in Potter's direction, "You think...you think you can just stand there, all self-righteous, playing the part of the perfect little saviour? You're pathetic!"

Potter was watching him with wide eyes. He looked like he had been slapped. Good, thought Draco, that's better.

But Draco wasn't done.

"You stand there, offering me help? Do you...do you have ANY idea what I can do? What I...What I've done?" Draco was aware of the oncoming feeling of hysteria, "Some of us don't need you to save us!"

Potter backed away from the hysterical blond, hitting the wall behind him.

"Some of us," Draco's voice lowered until Potter had to strain his ears to pick up the rest of the sentence, "some of us...don't want to be saved."

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