Don't hate me!! Chapter 6 is coming... lol should be up tonight but I might get side tracked by Bones, but don't forget I'm on holiday so it shouuld be finished within my 2 week break... Enjoy!

Harry slowly rose from the kitchen floor; he looked at the lunches on the table before picking up his wand he made his way to the room with the Black Family Tapestry. Once there he looked at it, staring at Draco's name before muttering "sectumsempra" whilst pointing the wand at himself.

Harry was slowly losing consciousness, he thought he heard the front door open and people calling his name but he knew it wasn't true, nobody loved him. They never had, as the world started to go black a door near Harry banged open but he didn't care.

"Harry! Harry!"

"I love you Dray-co. Always have." The last thing Harry saw were bright silver eyes before he lost consciousness

*

The three friends ran into Grimmuld Place, Hermione running to the kitchen whilst Ron and Draco ran upstairs. Draco ran into room after room not finding Harry before he remembered Harry telling him about Sirius and the tapestry which had his name on it.

Draco ran to that room opened the door to find Harry lying in a pool of his own blood, slashes across his chest and arms, Draco knew that spell well.

"Harry! Harry!"

Draco ran closer and lifted Harry's head into his lap. leaning down as he spoke quietly "I love you Dray-co. Always have." When Harry's eyes fluttered shut Draco picked him up and ran downstairs towards the kitchen, shouting as he went "I've got him, I've got him! Going to St Mungo's!"

Draco met Hermione in the kitchen and she whimpered at the sight of him, both of their robes soaked in Harry's blood, she threw floo powder into the fireplace fro Draco to step into before grabbing Ron and following.

When Draco arrived at St Mungo's the place was in a flurry, "Help! He's dying, please help!"

A Healer came over and took one look at Harry before casting spell after spell, healing the wounds, checking vitals; she placed a statis over him before levitating him to a room with Draco trailing behind.

*

Harry was in a lot of pain, he tried moving but he was restricted so he settled for opening his eyes, he blearily saw that he was in a hospital, St. Mungo's most likely, his eyes shifted around the room before landing on the figure asleep in the chair next to his bed.

Draco Malfoy. And he looked like shit, hair was mussed and greasy, there were bags under his eyes his sick was a sickly pallor, but then he moved and his eyes opened, silver locked on green.

Draco smiled, relief flooding through him "You're awake."

"Unfortunately."

"Don't say that Harry."

"Why not? There was a reason I cast that spell-"

"You wanted to be saved," Draco moved from his chair and sat by Harry on his bed, "if not you would have used Avada Kedavra."

Harry looked away; he couldn't cope with Draco not now.

"Harry?"

Draco sighed when Harry didn't respond, "Harry? Please talk to me; everybody's so worried about you."

"How did I get here?"

"I found you in the tapestry room, Ron, Mione and I had gone to Grimmuld Place to find you."

"Why didn't you just leave me?"

"The same reason why you did it" Harry turned his head sharply and looked at Draco, "because I am in love with you."

Harry shook his head, but Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to the nape of Harry's neck before pulling away, they were interrupted when the Healer came into the room.

"Ah Mr Potter, you're awake. Good now let me just do some diagnosis spells, then we'd like for you to see the Psychological Healer. Before we let you go, Mr Malfoy you may go home, inform your fiancé and the family that Mr Potter will be alright."

Draco nodded and smiled at Harry before he left the room, then another healer entered, the Psychological Healer, the first Healer left as the man sat down.

"Harry, may I call you Harry?"

"You're going to anyway."

The man smiled, "not if you don't want me to. My name is Jordan, how are you feeling?"

"Dandy. And yourself?"

Jordan's smile was evident through his salt and pepper beard and moustache, his grey hair shifted slightly as he shook his head, brown eyes twinkling. "Fine sense of humour you've got there. Now may I ask why did you choose that spell?"

"You may."

"Will you answer?"

"Yes."

"Why did you choose sectumsempra?"

"Because I knew it would hurt, it would make me bleed, it was what I used on Malfoy all those years ago, it was Snape's curse."

Jordan nodded and jotted things down on his notepad, "okay that is a very good start Harry, you are allowed to go home but I require that you meet with me every day at 10am sharp, at my office here. Do you agree to those terms?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"You can stay here, and I can pop in on you at any time."

"Right I'm going."

Chuckling at Harry's eager expression, Jordan stood and let the first Healer enter and cast warning spells on Harry, so if he tried again they would be able to find him. Once all that was done, Harry cautiously made his way to the lobby where he used the fireplace to floo away as the Weasley family, Hermione and Draco came into the lobby.

The family stopped at the front desk asking after Harry Potter when Jordan came around to them, "ah you must be the Weasley Family, I am Jordan, Harry's psychological Healer. I'm afraid he has just left but I would like to talk to you all, if you'd follow me please."

"Harry, is very unstable at the moment, but you must not mollycoddle him, don't ignore what happened but do not make him feel guilty."

They all nodded and after a few moments and questions turned to leave when Jordan spoke up "uh, Draco? May I have a word?"

Draco looked warily at the man before he shut the door, "can I help you?"

"Would you tell me about your sectumsempra experience? And your relationship with Harry?"

"In our sixth year, he caught me at a vulnerable moment we fought, I was going to Crucio him but he got me first. With a spell he had read in a book. As to our relationship, we hated each other but in our final year after the War we were lovers, when we were 18 and now I'm marrying his best friend."

Jordan nodded, "I think you need to see Harry, talk to him."

"Harry won't talk to me, he barely looks at me."

"Are you still getting married?"

Draco looked up and into the twinkling brown eyes, "I don't know."