A/N Thanks to reviewers:

.J.e.n.n.a.7.: Haha, glad I finally turned you against Ginny. I don't know what it is about her, but I can't write her nicely!! Glad you liked it!

DanuMarie: Gah! I bet this chapter wasn't fast enough for my yet-to-be-thought-of surprise either, was it!! Darn!! I'll get quicker, promise!!

Mrs Suzy Black: Thanks for the review, I'm glad you think Harry is in character, I'm not so sure about this chapter, however… But you can be the judge!

SlashFan69: Lol, I'll think about that request for you, but I do have a very detailed plan… Just ask .J.e.n.n.a.7., she's seen how long it is, but don't worry, she hasn't seen anything in it!!

KJ Cook: Oh thanks for the proofreading comment, but don't get me into bad habits, I will check this chapter lol! Yeah, I think the Harry/Ginny pairing is cliché as well, I kinda creepy… Even though I used to write it! Glad you feel so strongly about the others, by the way, I'm happy I can make you mad at them!

Murgy31: Hmm, the story shouldn't be too much longer… And I'll confess, I don't actually have a solid ending for it yet. But there's a couple more big things to happen yet. So a good few more chapters!

StarDreamer1269: Yes I know, I'll side with you on that one and say Harry wasn't very nice to Draco in the last chapter. But he couldn't help it. He hadn't yet learnt to control this powerful magic that had all of a sudden come back to him. But yes, he was mean… I'm sorry!

Argo: I agree that Ginny could and should be punished for being so horrible to Harry earlier, but the problem is that Harry didn't care about any of that. He thinks he has done wrong by getting with Draco, and so is willing to forgive Ginny for being horrible to her in order to get her back. Silly boy!

MagicalWinry: Sorry the update took so long, but hope you like it!

narutoclaymorelove4eva: Hehe, thanks, I'm blushing! I think Harry's just being a bit blind really isn't he? Poor soul. He's completely oblivious haha!

PureSinOperation: Thank you for saying you love the story! And sorry about the lack of proof-reading, I was just so excited that I wanted to update. Don't worry, this one has been edited!

The Madman

"You did a great job tonight, Harry."

Harry jerked his head towards Ginny, who lay beside him in their bed. He had heard what she said, and knew what she meant by it. But something felt wrong, and as he shook, he knew it wasn't because of the energy he had used a few moments ago.

"I love you," She whispered in his ear. It was the first time she had said it since she had found out about him and…

Harry swallowed and, not looking at her, said, "I love you too."

He knew she was smiling when she replied, "I know you do."

Another pause in the room made Harry feel more at ease – he always felt more comfortable when they were not trying to have a conversation. But then she started again; also something she had not said before.

"I'm sorry about everything, you know," She said, "This past month has been terrible trying to make up with you. But it's all ok now, isn't it? We're together again. And I know you're just as sorry as I am."

Harry stiffened himself up in an effort not to leave the bed. The past month had indeed been terrible. Begging for forgiveness every minute of every day until finally Ginny had let him sleep in his own bed with her again. It was the same with Ron and Hermione, although they were a lot easier to convince, and earlier this evening at their wedding, Harry was Ron's best man, and for a whole day, all Harry's woe's were almost forgotten. But then he and Ginny had arrived home, and as she kissed him and led him upstairs, pulling his clothes off for the first time in months, the memory of what had happened with Draco in the hall a month ago came flooding back, and his happiness from the day had melted away.

"Harry?" Ginny suddenly said sharply.

"I am," Harry said croakily back like a robot.

Again, he could tell she was smiling with relief as she said, "I know we're back on track again now. Let's pretend like it never happened, ok?"

Harry closed his eyes and whispered, "Ok."

"And in a few months, we'll get married, and be a proper family…"

Harry opened his eyes again, forced a smile onto his face and turned to look at her. "I'd like that."

Ginny smiled widely and leaned closer to kiss him, pressing her soft lips against his rough ones. Her mouth opened slightly, but Harry pulled away as soon as it did.

At Ginny's questioning look, he said quickly, "I'm tired…"

Ginny then grinned cheekily, "I bet you are!" She laughed.

Harry watched her move to the end of the bed and stand up, thinking that she would be teasing him with her nakedness, when in fact Harry found himself looking away much faster than he should have.

She pulled her underwear back on and turned back to look at him.

"I love having the house to ourselves," She grinned, "It means we can do whatever we want…"

Harry smiled back at her, hoping that she couldn't see through his fake emotion.

"I'm going to do the washing up," Ginny went on, bending over to kiss him once again, "You stay there, you need a rest."

As she walked away in only her pants and a bra, Harry said, "You're washing up like that?"

She stopped and turned to look at him again, and before leaving, said, "Like I said; we can do whatever we want…"

She left the room without another noise and Harry relaxed his entire body that had been laying rigidly for the whole time. He sighed as he closed his eyes and got increasingly angrier with himself.

He told himself day after day that he didn't miss Draco at all, but he knew he was lying. Each day got harder and harder when he didn't hear something from him, and he was terrified that right now, Draco could be lying dead in his house, all alone…

It had been a month since Draco had turned up, and been ruthlessly thrown across the hall by Harry's bursting magic. For the first two weeks, Harry barely thought about him – he was concentrating too hard on gaining Ron, Hermione and Ginny's forgiveness. When he was pretty sure that he had gotten that, however, was when he started to fall back down…

Each day he'd think of Draco more and more. He had started to see him in his sleep again: sometimes the same image that he saw after his first accident, and sometimes images of a different Draco. Different than what everyone else saw him as, anyway…

Harry opened his eyes. He was doing it again. Seeing Draco even when he wasn't asleep! He growled to himself exasperatedly and clambered out of bed, pulling his boxers on and going to stand over by the window. He opened it, hoping to hear the sound of rain, but none came. All he could hear was a wild wind blowing through the trees outside. Surprisingly, he found that this – like the rain – calmed him down, so he sat on the windowsill, opening it as far as it would go, swinging one leg over so that it hung outside.

Placing his head on the small piece of wall behind him, he closed his eyes again and sat deep in thought. Perhaps, he decided, it had actually been the wrong decision to come back to Ginny. He loved her, he was sure, but how much, he didn't know… He was certain that it was far less than he used to love her, and perhaps that was because she had also lied to him when he had lost his memory by not telling him exactly what Draco had done at school. That thought alone was enough to drive him insane. Sure, he had begged forgiveness from Ron, Hermione and Ginny, but they also needed forgiveness for never telling him about Draco. Apparently it was Hermione who had told the others not to. 'It was Draco's place to tell them', she had said so many times. But why didn't they just tell him anyway? And then another thought struck him: in not telling Harry about Draco, was it like they were giving him a second chance to prove himself a better person – be the bigger man, as it were? And if so, then why were they hypocritical enough to make Harry sorry for also giving Draco a second chance?

Harry tutted at himself. Why did he do this? Whenever he was alone, his thoughts always returned to Draco. He didn't even like Draco! He knew that everything was a mistake between them, so why did he think about him and worry about him every day?

Harry froze. He had heard something coming from downstairs – a smash of glass…

Quickly he jumped up and pulled his jeans on, but then there was a deafening scream that could have been heard for miles around coming from the kitchen.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled, realising afterwards that it was completely the wrong thing to do, for he heard the quick stamping of footsteps coming up the stairs straight after…

He looked wildly around the room for his wand, and saw it on the table in the corner. He ran over to it and picked it up, but as he span back around everything happened so fast that his brain barely registered it.

He saw a blurred version of what looked like Draco opposite him in the room, saw a flash of light, and felt his wand being pulled from his hand. He looked out of the door to where he heard it dropping pathetically down each step of the stairs.

And then, his brain functioned, and as he heard a menacing and almost mad laugh coming from the other side of the room he turned around to see not Draco, but Lucius Malfoy cackling at him.

Harry's eyes widened with sheer shock that Lucius Malfoy of all people had just turned up at his house. He had escaped from Azkaban long over a year ago and had never been found. And now he was here, in Harry's room, clearly insane, probably about to kill him.

Finally, Malfoy stopped cackling and sneered so evilly at Harry that he was almost scared by it.

"Evening, Potter," He drawled. His words slurred together as he spoke as if he had either been consuming copious amounts of alcohol or had literally forgotten how to speak. "Surprised to see me?"

Harry was at a loss for words. How did he speak to someone whom most of the wizarding world presumed dead? "A little," He said confidently.

"I suppose you're wondering why I'm here!" Malfoy said loudly, evidently wanting Harry to nod, so he did. "Well we'll get to that later, but first, I want to tell you a few things…"

Harry was about to open his mouth and give a sarcastic comment, but Malfoy continued quickly. "Don't worry, by the way," He said, "My son knows I'm here!"

Harry's heart skipped a beat. Draco. What did he have to do with this?

Lucius could obviously tell that Harry's ears had pricked up by the mention of Draco, and he smirked. "You liked my son, didn't you, Potter?"

"What?" Harry asked dumbly.

"You saw him, didn't you, in your coma!"

Harry furrowed his eyebrows – he had no idea where this was going. Was Malfoy here because he was angry that Draco had been hurt by Harry? And had Draco been hiding his father away at Malfoy Manor all this time?

"Well I've got some news for you, boy…" Malfoy went on, "It wasn't Draco you saw at all!" Harry stood still, confused. "It was me."

"What?"

"You saw me in your sleep because I was the last thing you saw before you fell! Can't you remember, you stupid boy? I pushed you off your broom that night above your house!"

Suddenly, Harry blinked and lost all feeling in his legs…

Finally, he was sure he had one; he himself was only feet behind the rogue Death Eater now. His arm was outstretched, a firm grip on his wand when he heard the most terrifying noise in the world.

His head span round so fast it was as if it was slow motion, and he could see Ginny far away in the distance closing her mouth after her scream. And then pain shot through his head like it had used to before Voldemort was gone. He felt himself falling sideward, his broom falling away from the middle of his legs, and he saw one last thing before his wide eyes blurred and there was nothing left to see. A face that shone in the moonlight, white as a sheet, and long hair that flew around him in the soaring wind. And on the face sat a smirk, smug and cold like the night air, watching Harry fall hundreds of feet to the frosty ground below him.

Harry fell almost to the floor as he came back to the room around him. He was breathing heavily, and could hear Lucius Malfoy laughing again. He looked up at him, this time with real terror in his eyes, and saw the same man that he had seen every night for months. It was Lucius Malfoy in his dreams, not Draco. And because he had almost killed him…

He felt so stupid. He was never 'meant' to meet Draco, it wasn't 'fate' that had brought them together. He had pursued a relationship with an enemy whose father had tried to kill him!

"Yes," Lucius suddenly spoke calmly again, "If it hadn't been for that silly bitch of a Weasley calling your name and making you turn around, I would have succeeded in killing you there and then!"

Harry breathed quickly, still on the floor, and asked – stalling for time – "Why do you want to kill me?"

At that moment, Lucius Malfoy's face changed. His eyes were suddenly solemn, but Harry could still see the madness in them, and his whole expression was now extremely serious.

"The Dark Lord punished my family terribly after my son could not kill Dumbledore, and all for what? So that you could kill him?" Harry swore at that point Malfoy's eyes flashed a menacing red. "I do not blame you for wanting to kill the man – if a man at all – but you made my family's punishments unjust, and for that, I will not forgive you!

"But after you lost your memory, I decided to wait: how could I prove myself better, and more worthy to kill you than the Dark Lord if I could not duel you and win?"

Harry gulped. He wanted to duel. Harry's wand was downstairs. Was there really any hope? Any point in trying?

"Oh," Malfoy said, suddenly in a different tone of voice, "And that's where my son comes into it by the way…" Harry's head jerked upwards again and he felt slightly sick at what was about to be revealed. "The only reason he ever spoke to you was to help me. I wanted you to remember magic quickly so that I could duel with you, and so Draco did me the favour of 'teaching' you."

Harry didn't know how he was still seeing or hearing, for he was sure he couldn't have been breathing. He felt as though he had been punched in the stomach several times and left for dead.

"Now, get up, Potter, so I can prove myself against the Dark Lord," Malfoy said demandingly.

Harry looked up slowly, hoping that he looked determined and ready to fight. But first, there was one thing he had to make sure of.

"Your son helped me, so that I'd die in the end?" He asked, strength in his voice.

Lucius need say nothing; the look on his face told Harry everything. So that was it.

All his worries, his emotions, his heartache, his lust – it had all been for nothing. Draco had never felt the same, and clearly never would.

"Get up, Potter," Malfoy said again.

Harry closed his eyes for a second, took a deep breath, and jumped up quickly. He ran towards Malfoy, who evidently had not expected Harry to do this, for he just stood there, and when Harry reached him, he had a good several seconds punching him wherever he could reach. Malfoy soon fell to the floor, and Harry started to kick him, but then he felt overwhelming pain throughout his entire body, and didn't even realise when he was thrown halfway across the room.

His body jerked and went rigid as spasms of pain shot through him. He could only just hear himself screaming, begging for it to stop, he couldn't stand it any longer…

Harry panted and coughed as he suddenly lay flaccid on the floor. He looked up weakly to Lucius Malfoy and saw him now standing with his wand towards the door. Perhaps he had heard something – maybe Ginny was ok and trying to sneak up the stairs with both her own and Harry's wands in her hand.

Harry rolled himself over with difficulty so that he could see out of the bedroom door. It seemed that nothing was happening, although Malfoy seemed quite sure that there was someone downstairs.

But then several things happened at once; Harry heard another smash of glass followed by fast footsteps while Malfoy span around evidently wanting to kill Harry quickly and get out. A shot of green light sped towards him, but he ducked as low as he could and it missed by only millimetres. Harry looked across to Malfoy afterwards and saw a jet of red light just missing him. He then turned to call to Ginny, but his legs went numb again when he didn't see Ginny standing at the door.

Looking paler than ever, dishevelled and ill, Draco was standing in Harry's bedroom, duelling away with his father. Harry's breath caught in his throat, and for a moment he just laid there, unable to think. His senses soon came back to him, however, and he realised that Draco was duelling his father, not Harry. Draco had not come to kill him… He jumped up and ran past Draco just as he was casting a curse on his father. Harry ran down the stairs, picked up his wand and turned back around to go and fight, but the thing he saw next made him freeze yet again.

The wooden banisters on the landing shattered as Draco's limp and lifeless body crashed through it, falling backwards down into the hall in front of the living room door.

Harry stared at him. He was not breathing, but blood was slowly oozing from a cut on his cheek. And then Harry heard more mad laughter coming from his bedroom. He ran up the stairs and into his room; when Lucius saw him, he stopped laughing immediately, but sneered at him.

"I take it Draco wasn't on your side this time, then?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"He will come to his senses one day, once I have defeated you," Malfoy answered confidently, but Harry merely rolled his eyes.

At this, Malfoy's expression changed again to his madman look, and red light after red light flew towards Harry, but Harry basically brushed them off, either dodging them or sending another back to collide with it. And almost too quickly, Harry hit his target, stunning Lucius Malfoy, making fall backwards, frozen and unable to do anything.

Harry looked down on him for a moment and saw fear in the madman's eyes, "Pathetic," He said, shaking his head.

But then he left him there, rushing out of the room and back down the stairs. He looked at Draco again, lying still motionless on the floor. What should he do?

Tentatively, he bent down, and was about to wipe the blood gently from Draco's cheek when he heard a wheezing noise calling his name from the kitchen.

"Harry…" Ginny tried to call.

Harry stood up immediately, hoping she hadn't seen him bending next to Draco.

"Gin…" He said, taking her hand as she, too, lay on the floor.

"I'm… Malfoy… What happened?" She asked breathily.

"It's ok," Harry said comfortingly, "Don't worry about him, I stunned him, he won't bother us again…"

Harry looked at her body, she had a few cuts from where smashed glass had fallen on her, since she was only wearing underwear, and Harry tried at a grin, "So much for having the house to ourselves," He said.

Ginny spluttered out a laugh but then covered the worst cut on her side.

"Come on," Harry said quietly, "I have to apparate you to St Mungo's. I'll just get Draco…"

As he stood up, he swore he heard Ginny swear or something, but when he looked back down, he saw her eyes drooping as she fainted.

Hurriedly, Harry put on a travelling cloak and dragged Draco towards the kitchen. He could not take them both at the same time, so first took Ginny's hand, apparated her to St Mungo's, told the Healers quickly that he had to get someone else, and popped back into his house.

Draco was still there. He hadn't moved at all since Harry had moved him. Harry's heart began to beat a little faster, should he have taken Draco first? After all, he wasn't breathing… What if he had left it too late?

He bent down and put his hand on Draco's forehead. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't that warm either.

Harry didn't know how to feel as he took Draco's hand automatically in his without noticing – this was, after all, the man who had been part of a plot to kill him…

A/N Argh!! So he knows!! Poor Harry knows everything!! I bet you'd all forgotten about crazy insane Lucius hadn't you?! Well I don't forget important things!! This had been in my plan since the very beginning, and I couldn't wait to write this chapter, so I hope you all liked it!!