The Dark Lord Who Came To Breakfast

Rune Alchemist Kaori

Disclaimer: DRACO IS MINE! -cough- just kidding, I don't own him or any of the other Harry Potter characters or locations etc.

A/N: Wow... I hope you guys don't all hate me. For some reason I have a hard time sticking to one genre. Since none of this was planned and I'm basically pulling this stuff out of nowhere for all these chapters... yeah bear with me, it's probably gonna get just a little depressing, but I'll try to keep the humor there as much as possible. -sigh- Depressed Draco is so hot.

Draco knew that the Dark Lord had not yet left his home. He could tell by his mother's letter. There were two main clues in that. The first was, his mother had never written so much to him in all the years he had been in Hogwarts. The second being her letters were so sad and she kept asking if he was safe; if he was alright.

Draco knew the truth: You-Know-Who was hurting his mother. The blond didn't really give a damn about his old man. That bastard was getting what he deserved as far as he was concerned, but his mother... No that was crossing a line. (A/N: Hee hee, Draco's a mama's boy.)

Draco at least feared his father which caused him to act like he respected him, but he actually cared about his mother. He wanted to help, but had no idea what to do. It was a whole week into school and the bruises he still had were a constant reminder of why you should not double-cross or explode at You-Know-Who. Still, he couldn't leave his mother in pain like that.

It was late, and Draco still wandered through the halls of Hogwarts. It was much too late to be doing so, but being a prefect helped with that a little. It was especially helpful since it was becoming quite a habit now. The young Slytherin leaned against the window pane staring out across the dark grounds for several minutes until he felt a light touch on his shoulder. The blond spun around, casting Lumos over none other than the Golden Boy, Harry Potter.

"Damnit Potter are you stalking me or something?!" Malfoy asked, his voice almost squeaking, "What are you doing out of bed? I could deduct some points for that."

Draco sneered slightly, but Harry kept his emerald eyes locked onto the boy in front of him.

"Who hurt you?" he asked softly and Draco blinked.

"What?"

"Who hurt you? Was it your dad?"

"I'm not hurt you freakin' idiot!"

"On the train... I accidentally walked into the compartment you were sleeping in. I saw some of the bruises... Who hurt you?"

"It's none of your business Potter! Now bugger off!"

"What happened to deducting points..."

The Gryffindor stopped when he saw the unshed tears in his rival's smokey grey eyes.

"Malfoy, don't you think you should tell someone when you're being hurt?" Harry asked in exasperation.

"Like you tell anyone other than your idiot friends when those Muggles hurt you?! Yeah, I heard you whining to the Mudblood and her Muggle-loving boyfriend! Why don't you tell people about that Potter?!"

"At least I told someone!" Harry retorted bitterly. Draco bit his lower lip lightly, turning away. Harry sighed heavily in annoyance.

"If you can't tell anyone how do you expect the pain to stop," the dark-haired boy asked in exasperation.

"Pain won't stop until I'm dead, so I'll just grin and bear it since that probably won't be much longer," Draco mumbled

"Malfoy... if you want to tell someone... I'll listen... and then I'll forget it so you won't have to worry about it anymore,"

"Yeah, like I believe that. How do you plan to forget something?" Malfoy asked, trying to hide the sob in his voice.

"How do you think I managed to live with the Dursleys for so long if I couldn't forget on a daily basis what they did to me?" Harry asked reasonably. The Gryffindor wasn't sure why he wanted to help. Maybe it was just his curiosity, since surely he didn't want to actually just help Malfoy. He heard the boy sigh.

"You-KnowWho's torturing my family," the blond barely whispered, sounding very defeated.

"What?!" Harry yelped in shock, staring at the now broken and slightly trembling draco Malfoy. The older boy slumped to the floor, holding his head in his hands. Emerald eyes softened and Harry knelt down.

"I won't tell anyone," he said softly, "Unless you want me to."

Draco felt strangely comforted. Somehow, he knew he could trust Potter to keep the secret. More than he could trust his own friends. After all, the boy was a Gryffindor and had all that honor and loyalty crap pounded into his head. Slytherins were generally too crafty and lied too much to be trusted. Slowly the boy nodded and that was when he felt Harry's warm arms wrap around him. It was a comforting feeling, despite the fact that it was Harry Potter's arms around him. He hadn't been hugged since he was eight years old.

"I'll help you if I can," They dark-haired boy whispered.

"Thank you," the blond breathed out, relief washing over him.

End Chapter 4

A/N: Yeah, that was crap. I wrote it during my study hall. -sigh- I hope my whole writer's block problem goes away soon. Review if you want.