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A/N Okay I wasn't stalling in this update too much, really I had exams! Buuut, Silverness asked for the update so here it is! Enjoy it okay:D Kai, my beta, did a good job and was speedy as possible so if you see her around be sure to thank her! This chapter was really hard to write because of the fact it's after the breaking point for Draco and I changed it a bit from the original plot. I hope it meets expectations :) And I'm sorry for the month in between updates, eeeks! (I'm getting slow)

Walking down to Potions class with Ron and Hermione, Harry was still on the receiving end of nagging questions from Ron about his nightly absence. Uncannily, Hermione had not even bothered to ask him about his whereabouts the night before.

"Where the hell did you go, Harry?" Ron demanded angrily for the twentieth time that morning. Hermione was still shuffling through her book bag looking for her potions text and had yet to shut Ron up for Harry. He wished she would hurry up.

"I told you already, Ron," Harry stubbornly replied. He was holding on tightly to his made up version of last night and how events took place after his detention. Hermione lifted up her head and gave him a roguish smile.

Harry was beginning to suspect she knew something.

"Oh come on, Harry. I'm smarter then that! Malfoy wouldn't hit you with a curse and leave you in the middle of the hall to rot for one night," Ron confidently replied.

Hermione stopped looking for her Potions text and took her hand out of her book bag, tapping Ron on the shoulder with a disbelieving expression. Ron turned around when he asked him, "And why exactly does that not sound like something Malfoy wouldn't do?"

"Oh it does, it's just Malfoy would have rearranged Harry's face as well," Ron told her. Harry laughed at that but shook his head. He wasn't too sure Malfoy would actually hurt him that badly anymore.

Hermione grinned and looked over at Harry. "He's right, you know." Harry felt immediate dislike for Hermione that moment.

Ron seemed to look proud that Hermione had told him he was right. Harry, on the other hand, was cursing her. "Yeah, so spill!" Ron ordered. Hermione lifted her eyebrows up as if to tell Harry 'how are you getting out of this one?'

I can't tell them the truth, they wouldn't believe me if I did. Harry took in a breath and replied with the quickest lie he could think up. "You two really think I wouldn't have gone to the Hospital wing once the spell wore off? I don't love pain that much."

Harry allowed himself a victory grin. Hermione rolled her eyes and Harry could just imagine her telepathically telling him 'nice save.' Ron's mouth formed a big 'O' and he accepted Harry's lie for truth.

Once they arrived in the Potions room, Snape snapped them into their seats. Hermione had finally taken out her Potions text and placed it front of the three as Harry and Ron had left their's back up in their Dormitory.

Harry was the first in class to notice Malfoy's absence and he had stupidly asked Snape where Malfoy was. Not only had Ron given him an odd look, but Snape had done a double take. Apparently one could not ask about another student's participation in a class without getting three detentions.

Perhaps the more disturbing observation Harry and Hermione made from Harry's sudden 'random' interest in Malfoy was the titter through the Slytherin side of the room. Blaise Zabini looked too satisfied, so Harry made it a point to keep an eye on the other boy.

He had already pegged Zabini for being one of Draco's major bullies and he was amazed at how protective he felt over Malfoy. He was not quite sure why he should be protective of Malfoy, though.

I'll find Malfoy later and ask him about what happened this morning and if the Slytherins gave him more trouble. Maybe that's why he's not here right now. Harry went on with his regular schedule for the morning until he had time to go and search for Draco.

Malfoy was in the library at lunch. Surprise, surprise. Harry let a couple of younger Hufflepuffs push past him out of the library as he entered and walked up to Malfoy. Harry sat down on the opposite side of Malfoy's table but Malfoy did not spare him a glance.

Malfoy was looking at a book and seemed to be concentrating hard on it. Harry got the impression Malfoy was trying to forget about the real world and replacing it with the book. Harry looked over at the book Draco was reading and wondered why he was reading 'Poisons in their Glory.'

Draco himself looked horrible. Harry knew automatically he had been in a fight because of the nasty bruise on the left side of his face. Harry frowned and finally broke the silence at the small table.

"Malfoy, what happened to your face?" Harry asked, truly worried. Malfoy looked to be sitting stiffly in the chair and he had a tight expression on his face. It was when Malfoy heard Harry's voice that he looked up with a frantic look on his face.

"It's just me, Malfoy," Harry said reassuringly. Malfoy stared blankly at him and barely responded with a nod. Harry felt offended at how Malfoy did not bother to acknowledge his existence.

"Malfoy, did you hear me?" Harry asked again. He looked at Malfoy with a bit of annoyance but that did not minimize the fact he felt worried. Malfoy was not replying back to him and that just was not how Malfoy acted.

"Yeah, Potter. I heard you," Draco said softly, refusing to look up at the other boy. Harry glared at the paler boy and pulled his book down. Malfoy did not even seem to register that what he had been reading was pulled away from his line of vision.

"Well then, why don't you explain where you went after you left the Room of Requirement?" Harry asked. It was troubling when someone usually so outspoken for himself in a snotty way was clamming up in front of someone.

Malfoy got up and snatched the dark green covered book away from Harry's hands. Harry shook his hand as a sharp pain zoomed across his finger from a paper cut. "Malfoy!" Harry hissed lowly and sucked his finger as the small cut started to swell with blood.

Harry did not dare miss the fact that Malfoy cringed as he got up and bent over as if he had had a blast of pain shoot up his spine. He did not comment on it, though, because Malfoy had not snapped at him yet even though he clearly was not in a mood talk.

"I need to go," Malfoy whispered and he quickly rushed out of the library. Harry noticed that Malfoy was struggling to keep himself upright and he thought about following the blond.

Once the blonde was out of sight Harry went after him.

Draco was glad to be away from Harry. He could not stand being near Harry when he felt so disgusting. Draco was only grateful he had been able to keep himself from crying in front of him.

Draco felt the pain burning in his arse and there was still a dull pain in his gut. He had gotten many stares from other students on the bruise on his face and he knew he was not a pretty sight.

He had managed to drag himself into the Quidditch locker room showers to wash off the smell and cum that had been tainting his body. His limbs had ached and he was not planning on going to Madame Pomfrey so she could heal his bruises. He was not planning on telling anyone about what Zabini had forced on him.

If he went to the healer, she would notice how stiffly he walked and would probably ask him about it which would only lead to her discovering his pummelled body. He could not risk it.

Harry had looked worried for him. Draco had almost wanted to break down and run into Harry's arms but that would only create a scene. Harry did not need that and Draco did not want to be around another person for the rest of his life if he could manage it.

Draco vowed never to go back up to the balcony again. He did not want to remember anything about that place. Draco was walking down into the dungeons, avoiding the way to the Slytherin dormitories at all costs.

He soon entered a dusty corner of the dungeons, one that had not been used in years by the looks of things. Filch must have decided not to even bother with this part of the dungeons, and that suited Draco just fine.

Draco took a turn into one of the grimy dungeons and sat down with the dirt; even though it would make his robes filthy, his hair a brown colour, and his skin spotted, he could not have cared less. I must belong here in the dirt. Unwanted and repulsive; I'm really worthless, aren't I? I will collect more dirt so no one would bother to clean me up.

"Hang out here often, Malfoy?"

Draco squeaked and fell over in the dirt. Harry had followed him; that idiot had followed him! Draco did not understand why Harry would bother. He did not really matter; he was just a toy.

The dust flew into his face when Harry approached him and made him sneeze. He groaned out when his muscles clenched in the forced movement and caused more pain then he had already been in.

Draco just laid there, silently telling Harry not to bother with him, that he should go away and not sully himself with Draco's dirt. Draco felt too much pain to want to move from where he lay and his muscles were brutalized enough. Now that he was laying down he could not get control over his muscles.

Potter did not leave the room; instead, he sat down beside Draco and flicked a big dust bunny off Draco's nose with his index finger. Draco closed his eyes as if he were sleeping. He wished he was sleeping.

"If you're not going to tell me what's bothering you, I'll get it out of you," Harry said and Draco instantly shirked away from the dark haired boy. Draco hit the wall and created a small avalanche of dust bunnies raining down on them both. Harry looked at Draco with surprise as he half buried himself in more dirt that fell from the ceiling.

"Malfoy, what the hell is wrong with you? What happened?" Harry asked. He sounded worried and Draco only wished he would go away. Harry tried again by coaxing Draco to talk with soft words. "Come on, Malfoy, you're acting really strange, even for you. Tell me what's wrong, Malfoy."

Draco refused to budge. He wanted to be left alone and he wanted Harry to go away. He was steadily feeling more distressed and upset with Harry being so close to him. He could not stand it anymore because all he wanted to do was crawl into a hole and forever stay there.

He had already made the mistake of allowing Harry to stop him from ending his life, and now this was where he was. He had no dignity left; Zabini had ripped him of it and would tell everyone about it. He did not want Harry to be there to save him a second time.

Harry had pried Malfoy for information for a good thirty minutes until he got fed up and grabbed Draco by the shoulders. This had been a big mistake because Malfoy had cried out and started to shiver.

Finally Malfoy said something. He whispered, "I didn't want to be saved." Something in Harry's mind snapped together in place and he got an image of Draco with a noose on his neck, lying on the floor.

Panic swelled inside of Harry and he grabbed Draco when he realized that it was a part of his memory. Draco gasped in pain and tears dropped out of the corner of his eyes when Harry placed his mouth full on Draco's.

Harry couldn't explain the kiss, not that he could bother to because Draco was breaking down in front of him. Draco was crying and turning the dirt on his face into a muddy mixture. Draco just laid his head on Harry's shoulder as Harry held him. Draco felt limp in his arms and Harry doubted it was from the kiss.

Harry himself was dazed about why the hell he would kiss Malfoy, but it was not the time to be thinking about his stupid impulses. "What happened?" Harry softly whispered into Draco's ear.

"He—he—" Draco sobbed, trying to get it past the lump in his throat. "He did it—He finally did it." Harry was a bit confused about what Draco meant but he was not too sure he would get the right answer out of Malfoy right now.

Draco's dead weight was starting to become difficult for Harry to carry. He couldn't be a cane for Malfoy for much longer because he felt like his legs were going to break. Draco was still leaning dependently on Harry with tears streaking down his face.

"Come on, Malfoy, we need to get you out of here. We need to get you to the hospital wing," Harry said calmly. He had no fucking clue how he could say this calmly with Malfoy crying on his shoulder, but he was. He felt like he should be in hysterics.

"NO!" Draco wailed. He didn't move as he cried into Harry's ears but Harry wished he would. It was painful in this position and he didn't want Draco crying in such a pitiful way anymore.

"Oh come off it, Malfoy; you look like shit and you need that bruise healed," Harry replied. He helped Malfoy stumble up onto his feet and was basically carrying him out of the dirty dungeon Malfoy had wondered into.

"No, she'll find out. I don't want—N—No one can know," Draco cried as he stumbled on his feet. Harry huffed in exasperation and grabbed Malfoy around his waist, holding him steady.

"I'm not going to go—I refuse! I can't, I won't," Draco rambled on finally attempting to push himself away from Harry. Harry realized it was useless so he made it easier for the both of them.

"Then at least let me help you get to a bath," Harry said. He and Malfoy were both equally covered in muck but Malfoy needed it more then he did. When Malfoy didn't bother to protest Harry picked the guy up and headed off for the nearest bathroom.

Once he found out who 'he' was, he would go and use the Crucio curse on them.

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