Warnings: Language. . .I do believe that is all. . .

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. That honor goes to the lovely and brilliant JK Rowling.

fifespice: Yes, Draco will eventually help Harry. First though, he needs to pull his head out of his arse. As for Lucius, all I can say is wait and see.

AoiXD: I appologize for any confusion. Draco didn't have use of his legs, due to the fact that someone put a jinx on him. He regained the use of his legs, of course, because the person who jinxed him was killed. Thanks for pointing that out, it had completely slipped my mind as I was writting. It'll be explained more further into the story, I promise.

Thank you all for reviewing. I'm sorry it took so long to update. So I now give you chapter six. . .

Chapter Six: Free

Harry clutched Draco and the statue they had brought with them as tightly as he could as they soared through the air. He was in a complete daze. He could not believe that he was actually free, that he was being rescued. Harry thought that it was just a dream. He was prepared to wake up to Snape hovering over him, breathing down his neck and letting his hands wander over Harry's body. But it never happened. He never 'woke up'.

When Draco finally landed, Harry nearly fell off of the broom from exhaustion. Draco caught him before he could though, and he helped Harry dismount. With Draco's steadying hand on his shoulder, Harry looked around a little bit to see where they were. He didn't recognize anything and for some reason, this didn't bother Harry.

"Harry, come on. Let's go and let me know if you need a break, we have quite a walk before we reach our destination." Draco said. He grabbed a hold of Harry's elbow and steered him to the left. Harry followed without objection or complaint. He didn't care how long a walk they had, he just wanted to rejoice in the fact that he was free.

After several minutes, Harry grew dizzy. He grabbed hold of Draco's shoulder to steady himself and Draco turned to face him, concern and worry noticeable in his eyes.

"Are you okay? You must have lost more blood than I thought. Here, lets just sit down for a few moments and if you're still feeling dizzy, I'll carry you the rest of the way."

Harry merely nodded his head. He didn't trust himself to speak at the current moment. For reasons he didn't understand, he liked the idea of Draco carrying him. After a few minutes, it was apparent that Harry wouldn't be able to walk on his own. Draco picked Harry up and began walking again. Harry was too tired to protest and tell him that he could walk just fine. Instead he rested his head against Draco's chest and shoulder. The rhythmic beating of Draco's heart made Harry even more drowsy and soon Harry was asleep.

Harry didn't wake up until he felt himself being laid down on a soft bed and Draco's arms leaving him. He nearly cried out from the loss but stopped himself at the last second. Harry feigned sleep, not wanting to let Draco know that he was awake. He listened as Draco and another person whispered just beside where he lay.

"Draco, why didn't you take him to St. Mungo's? You know you would be better able to heal him there!"

"Pansy, I don't think he'd appreciate it! You have no clue what he's been through! You didn't see what I saw! I think he'd rather stay here than go where everyone would crowd him." Draco whispered vehemently.

"Fine! But don't expect me to help too much!" Pansy Parkinson hissed back. Harry noted that she didn't sound all that annoyed with the situation.

"Whatever, but do you think you could do one thing for me? I need you to owl Hermione and tell her to come over. I've something I need to tell her, and she deserves to hear it personally." Draco replied, his voice sounding a bit stressed and apprehensive.

"Of course, if this applies to Weasley, I want to owl Ginny as well." Pansy replied, her voice full of understanding. 'I want to owl Ginny as well. . .' Bloody hell, Pansy must've been the friend Ginny's always on about. Hmm. . .I wonder how long that friendship has been going on for. Harry thought to himself, trying to distract himself from thoughts of Ron. He wasn't ready to think about it. Even after two months, he wasn't ready.

Quite suddenly, Harry started coughing violently, drawing Draco and Pansy's attention.

"Well, it looks as though Potter is up, Draco." Pansy said sarcastically.

"Obviously, now would you go and owl Hermione, and the Weasley girl if you must." Draco replied. He turned to Harry and asked, "are you okay? Do you need anything or can I start treating your wounds?"

"No, I don't need anything. Where am I anyway?"

"You're at mine and Pansy's apartment." Draco replied, beginning to apply salve to Harry's wrists where the chains had cut into them.

"Oh, are you a healer then?" Harry asked, trying to sound sincerely curious, though he really wasn't. At the present time, he just wanted to curl up into a little ball and hide away from the rest of the world.

"Yes, I am. Um. . .Harry, would you like me to give you some sleeping draft? You know, so that I can check and treat your. . .other. . .wounds." Draco asked Harry, apprehension and something unidentifiable in his voice and eyes.

"Um. . .no offense, but, I'd rather not." Harry replied somewhat nervously. He didn't like the thought of being unconscious while he was being healed. He knew better than to think that Draco would do that to him, but after spending two months going through it every day, he really didn't want to do it again. Draco nodded in understanding.

"Okay, I'll tell you everything I do before I do it and ask for your permission. Is that all right with you?"

Harry only nodded. Draco got to work, keeping his word. He would ask for Harry's permission and explain what it was that he was going to do before he'd actually do it. For this, Harry was very appreciative.

Nearly two hours latter, Pansy knocked on the door to the room.

"Draco, Hermione and Ginny are here!" Pansy yelled through the door.

"Okay, tell them I'll be out in a few moments." Draco yelled back. He turned back to Harry.

"Would you like to be out there? I'm going to tell them about Weasley. Unless, of course, you'd like to do it yourself." Draco said to Harry.

"Um, no. If you don't mind, I'd rather not be the one to tell them. To be honest, I'd rather not even think about that at the current moment." Harry replied, sorrow and guilt lacing his words.

"Of course, I suggest you get some sleep. Would you like me to wake you latter to see them?"

"No, I don't want them to see me like this. Maybe latter, if that'd be okay with you and Parkinson?" Harry inquired softly, looking at the floor.

"Of course. Sleep, I'll arrange something for you to talk with them later. There's some Sleeping Potion for you on the table if you want it." Draco said, walking towards the door. Harry merely nodded as he watched the other wizard leave the room. Picking up the potion, Harry silently thanked Draco as he drank the potion down in two gulps. Laying down, his last coherent thought was that Draco seemed to act like his namesake.

Author's Note: There you have it, chapter six. I hope you enjoyed it! I just wanted to thank all of you who've read and reviewed! I really appreciate it! I'll try my hardest to update as soon as possible. Please feel free to ask any questions or point out something that you think is a mistake. Please review! Thank you.