A/N I know it has been a while and I know this is horrifically short and I am sorry. You are such fab readers and I PROMISE the next chapter will be longer! MUCH LONGER!! I have a break in school coming up soon so I shall update then and make it worth it - sorry for my terrible writing and updating.

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Harry rolled away from Draco and shimmied into his bottoms. Reaching over, he flung Draco's at him and stood, stretching as picked up his shirt and he made his way to the door. Stepping into the hallway, he saw Lucius striding away and called out to him. Then older man paused before turning to face Harry, who was now hurrying towards him.

'Lucius, I'm sorry…' Harry cut off as Lucius held up a hand.

'No Mister Potter, I'm sorry. A Malfoy rarely apologises but they do when it's needed. I would never have wished to put you in that position and I am sorry for it. The price of my freedom was yours and I hate myself for it. If there is anything that can be done to help you, please let me or my house elves know and it will be done.' Lucius swept away with a final nod leaving Harry standing there with his mouth open as Draco approached him from behind.

'Not a fetching look Harry.' He drawled as he took Harry's hand leading him into the bedroom. 'Put some jeans and a shirt on, dinner will be served shortly.' Harry nodded before shrugging out of his pyjama bottoms and reaching for the fresh jeans in the closet. 'Harry?' The teen looked at his lover. 'Shower?' Shaking his head to clear it, Harry smiled and made his way to the bathroom.

Stepping under the hot spray, Harry felt the tears well and allowed them to fall, holding his breath to silent them. When Draco stepped up behind him and started massaging shampoo into his scalp, Harry jumped violently before relaxing slightly, tears still sliding down his cheeks. When Draco had washed the suds from both their hair, he turned Harry around and pulled him into his arms, running his hands up and down his back.

'Never cry alone Harry.' He said softly as the shower beat down on them, washing away Harry and Draco's tears. When they had both calmed down, Draco switched the water off before drying them both and dressing them both. Harry stood like a statue, only moving when prompted. Draco felt his heart break as he guided Harry into his clothing and breathed deeply, willing himself not to cry again.

'Do you know what it's like?' Harry whispered. Draco stopped doing up Harry's buttons and looked into Harry's eyes. Breathlessly, he shook his head and bit his lip. Harry nodded minutely. 'Do you want to know?' He asked gently.

Draco frowned and broke Harry's gaze. Did he want to know? Could he handle what Harry was going through? He wasn't as strong as Harry, that was a given, so could he handle it? It was then that Draco realised Harry was dealing with this alone and he was offering to share. Harry needed to share…and Draco wanted to be the one he shared with. He raised his gaze and stared at Harry directly in the eyes.

'Yes.' He said, quietly enough to assure Harry he'd keep the secret but confident enough to assure Harry he could handle it. Harry nodded before stepping back and going over to the window, staring over the manor's grounds.

'It's like…like there's a hole open in me, but one that has no end. It takes everything out of me. All my love, all my anger and all my hurt. Snape was commenting on my father when he first saw me and the anger that flooded through me made me sick but under that sickness there was a pleasure, it was the Mark's pleasure. It hurts Dray, I can't stop it from hurting and I want it to. I can't be happy because the Mark disagrees with it but I can't be angry because it makes me too sick. It's got into my mind, planting these images and thoughts in there that weren't there before. I can't stop it Draco, I can't!' Harry cupped his head in his hands and started shaking it, as if when he shook it hard enough, the Mark would miraculously leave him. Draco cupped Harry's hands to stop him. Harry looked into the grey eyes of his lover and felt the love wash over him. It swirled through him and made him smile…until a wave a pain surged through him, making him gasp and draw back, tears lining his eyes. 'Why won't it stop?' He whispered through his pain.

Draco shook his head before pulling Harry into his arms, running his hands over his back and murmuring into his ear. Harry clung to Draco, trying to ignore the pain welling up in him, as tears fell down his cheeks once more. When he had calmed, he pulled back before smiling at Draco.

'Thank you.' He said softly before placing a chaste kiss on his lips. Draco smiled in return and they left the room hand in hand to go down to dinner.

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'I'm worried dear.' Lucius looked up from his papers to see his wife standing in front of him.

'What about Cissy?' Narcissa frowned and shook her head as she sat in front of Lucius' desk.

'Harry.' She said softly. Lucius put his pen down and examined his wife. She was sitting with her legs pressed together, tilted to the right, with her hands fiddling in her lap. She was looking down at her hands as if they held the answers to all her problems.

'I'm sure he'll be fine dear.' Lucius said shortly before looking to his papers. Narcissa's gaze snapped up as she regarded her husband.

'How can you say something like that, after what he did for you?' Lucius sighed and looked his wife in the eye.

'Because if I don't I can't deal with it. You made me a strong man Narcissa, stronger than I could have been with anyone else. You stood by me when I made the worst mistake in my life and you pulled me through. I've been able to deal with anything with you by my side because you made me strong. This I can't deal with. I gave a teenage boy a Mark that was supposed to be mine. He now has to deal with all the problems alone whereas I had help. I can't deal with the guilt if I think of it. Mister Potter is a strong boy and we both know he'll pull through, he just needs time.' Narcissa nodded, blinking her tears away.

'It's not just Harry.' Lucius' gaze softened.

'Draco is strong also love, they'll help each other through. Mister Potter might not have been my ideal partner for my only son and heir but my son loves him and that's enough to convince me to accept him. Harry will help Draco through this as much as Draco will help Harry. We have to leave them to the emotional side of things, they'll pull through. Severus is working on it so we have his support, it'll be okay Cissy…they're strong enough.' Narcissa looked down again.

'Are we?' she whispered.

'I don't know.' Lucius replied softly. Narcissa nodded slightly and stood, shaking herself.

'Dinner will be served shortly. May I accompany you?' She asked with a smile. Lucius returned the smile with a chuckle.

'Why the pleasure will be all mine.' Narcissa smiled widely and Lucius was once again reminded why he married her. She was his rock, tied him down and kept him grounded when he needed. She always knew what to say and when to say it and to top it off, she was one stunning woman. Lucius felt pride and love swell in his chest, briefly wondering the last time it had happened without the pain, and pulled her arm into his whilst making their way to the dining hall.

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Upon entering the dining room, they found Draco sitting in Harry's lap, the latter with his head on Draco's chest and both ignorant to the older Malfoys. The blonde boy was stroking Harry's hair while murmuring lowly to him and Harry was nodding slowly. Lucius shifted but Narcissa discreetly pulled him back into the hallway and halfway down the corridor, when Lucius looked at her, bewildered, she laughed loudly.

'Do you have a slightest inkling what Amira asked me yesterday?' Lucius stared at her strangely before walking with her back to the dining hall.

'Not the slightest, do tell.' Narcissa laughed again, the tinkling laugh she gave when she was giving the impression of being amused.

'When I would be returning to work.' Lucius stopped and stared at her. Narcissa shrugged apologetically and he chuckled.

'That woman is missing one too many brain cells if she thinks you should work.' They entered the drawing room to find Draco and Harry in their respective seats making a light conversation about the effects Wolfsbane could have on someone who wasn't a werewolf. It was then that Lucius realised what Narcissa had done. She had given the boys chance to rectify their positions believing Draco's parents hadn't seen them and they weren't appearing weak. Lucius gazed at his wife, admiration skating across his face as he pulled out her chair for her. She slid into it gracefully, smiling at her husband as he took hi place at the head of the table. Dinner began.

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'Father, Mother, Harry and I would like to retire now.' The four occupants of Malfoy Manor had spent several hours discussing several topics over their meal but one would have to be blind not to see the effect it was having on one Harry Potter. His face was drawn and he kept shaking his head to keep his eyes open. Lucius nodded curtly.

'Of course.' Draco smiled and bowed his head before rising to place a peck on his mother's cheek. Harry followed suit and they made their way to the door. 'Draco,' the boy in question looked back. 'Annalise will be visiting tomorrow.' Confusion and then recognition swept across his face as Draco nodded once more and followed Harry from the room.

Entering, Draco's room, Draco changed their clothes with the aid of magic and drew the curtains. Slipping into bed with Harry, he pulled the younger boy into his arms and nuzzled his face into his hair.

'Goodnight Draco,' Harry said tiredly. 'I…I love you.' He said softly, ignoring the pain lacing its way across his chest. Draco smiled.

'I love you too.' He replied, stroking Harry's hair. Soon, Harry's breathing evened out and Draco found himself becoming drowsy. Ignoring the voice in his head asking how he was going to deal with Annalise, Draco snuggled into Harry's weak embrace and allowed the other boy's breathing to send him to sleep.

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