Warnings: Language, inferecnes to rape. . .I think that's it for this one.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (excluding the newly introduced Damien). They all belong to the brilliantly wonderful JK Rowling!

Here you go. Sorry it took so long to get up and I hope this chapter was worth the long wait. I'm in school now, so it's going to take up a lot of my writting time. But I intend to try and post at least every week. I'll not keep you waiting. . .on to the past in dreams. . .

Chapter Eight: The Past in Dreams

Harry looked around the room. He noticed that there were desks and old books piled around. He didn't recognize the room. He'd never been in this class room; he hadn't even known it was down here. Down here being in the Dungeons. Harry turned to his companion.

"Damien, are you sure we won't get caught? I mean, I know you know your way around here and all, but what if Slughorn catches us. He's your Head of House; you could get into serious trouble." Harry said with concern. Damien Copperfield, a transfer student from Durmstrang, wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, pulling him close.

"Don't worry Harry. Slughorn likes me, I won't get into too much trouble. Besides, being down here with you is worth it."

"But Damien-" Harry was cut off with a soft kiss. Pulling back, Damien looked at Harry with dark eyes. Something in them put Harry on guard.

"Harry, what did I tell you? Don't worry about it." Damien said pulling Harry close. "Now then Harry, what shall we do to celebrate the last day before we go home for Christmas?"

"I don't know, whatever you want I suppose." Harry replied nervously. He didn't like the look in Damien's eyes. It was too familiar. Too close to home.

"Well, in that case," Damien whispered as he began to tug at Harry's shirt. "I think I know exactly how I want to celebrate."

Damien attempted to pull Harry's shirt over his head, but Harry fought him. Harry knew where it would go if he let it and he didn't want to.

"Damien! What in Merlin's name are you doing? Stop it!" Harry squeaked as he fought Damien's hands. He pulled away from Damien, his look making it clear that Damien should stop.

"Oh, come on Harry! There's really no point in fighting it. If you really like me, you'd do this for me!" Damien said as he reached for Harry to once more try and pull off his shirt.

"Damien, I said stop! I don't want to do this! I like you, but I'm not ready to take it that far yet! If you liked me you'd understand and stop when I tell you to!" Harry ground out. He glared at the Slytherin, trying to get his point across.

The next thing Harry knew, he was in a heap on the floor clutching his face. Harry stared up at Damien in shock. Damien had never hit him before!

"Harry, if you honestly thought I liked you for you, you are really stupid. The only thing I want from you is sex. That's all I've wanted out of this damn relationship. So, if you don't give it willingly I will take it by force." Damien spat, his eyes filled with hatred and lust. Harry's eyes widened in fear as he backed away from the other boy.

"Get away from me!" Harry spluttered as Damien advanced on him. He backed up farther until he met solid wall. Fear rising, Harry tried to make a mad dash for the door but Damien caught him around the waist and threw him to the ground.

"Looks like it's going to be by force then. That's too bad for you, Harry, I hope you don't mind it rough." Damien hissed as he pinned Harry's arms and legs to the floor with a curse. He then proceeded to pull off Harry's shirt and trail sloppy, violent kisses up Harry's torso.

Harry tried his hardest to fight back, but the curses held him firmly in place. There was no way for him to get his wand, which was in the pocket on the inside of his robes. As his panic rose, Harry made a desperate decision. He stopped fighting back, instead he focused on his magic deep inside himself. Calling out to it, he grasped the strand that was his magic and began to concentrate with all his might on what it was he wanted.

Using his newly acquired skill of wandless magic, Harry broke the curses pinning him to the class room floor. He kicked Damien hard, jumped up, grabbed his shirt and robes, and ran out of the class room. He didn't stop running until he made it to the Room of Requirements. After getting the door to reveal itself, Harry ran in and slammed the door shut. Getting on the bed that was in the middle of the room, Harry curled up into a little ball and began to cry.

Harry woke up in a cold sweat in an unfamiliar bed. He didn't remember much about the night before except for the fact that he was safe. He looked around to see if he recognized anything. His eyes stopped on the statue of a silver dragon with silver and green flames. He remembered it from somewhere, but he couldn't place it. Continuing on, Harry's eyes once more traveled around the room until they found the sleeping form of Draco.

Harry smiled as he remembered Draco rescuing him from that damned room. Harry sat up and in doing so, let out a groan of pain. Instantly, Draco shot up from where he lay sleeping.

"Harry! You shouldn't sit up just yet, your wounds are still healing and they require you to lie on your back for a few days." Draco chastised as he went over to the bed. He saw Harry's unusually pale complexion and put his hand on Harry's forehead as if to check for a temperature.

"Are you okay? You're really pale." Draco said as he helped Harry to lie back down on the bed.

"I'm fine, it was just a nightmare. Well, more like a memory, but I'm fine. No need to worry." Harry replied, blushing slightly at the attention from Draco.

"Are you sure? A nightmare, hmm. . ." Draco trailed off. He turned to look at the potions on the table next to the bed, frowning slightly he turned back to Harry.

"I'm positive, sorry about waking you." Harry said quietly. Draco smiled at him and shook his head.

"It's no problem, I should be the one apologizing. I should have thought to get some Dreamless Sleep Potion. Unfortunately, I don't happen to have any on me so I'm going to have to brew some more." Draco spoke more to himself than to Harry. He went over to his bed and pulled on his robe that was lying on the floor.

"You don't have to do that!" Harry said blushing slightly. Draco turned to look at him with an unreadable expression.

"Of course I do, you need it."

"No, I'll be fine. I don't want you to do anything you don't have to. It's bad enough that I'm already a burden on you, I don't want to add anymore." Harry replied sheepishly.

"Harry, you are not a burden. I know what you're talking about too, and I'm not like the muggles. I actually want to help you, believe it or not." Draco said, the tone of his voice making it clear that he would win the argument.

"But-"

"Harry, shut it. You're hurt, you need the bloody potion. Do you really want to go to St. Mungo's? You know, where everyone would learn what happened." Draco said, his expression once again unreadable. "You're not a burden, Harry. Even if you were, I'd still want to take care of you."

"Draco, are you admitting to something that even a dead horse could see without me there to witness it?" Pansy asked sarcastically, stepping into the room with a mischievous grin.

"Pansy! Bloody hell!" Draco exclaimed, falling over onto the edge of the bed in surprise. Pansy laughed at Draco, shaking her head and grabbing a book off the table next to the bed.

"Hey Potter, glad to see you up and awake." Pansy said, smiling at him. Harry smiled back, unable to talk because he was trying not to laugh at Draco.

"What the hell do you mean anyway? 'Admitting to something even a dead horse could see', huh? All I said was that I wanted to help him." Draco said as he sat up, making sure that he didn't jar Harry.

"Draco, are you joking me?!" Pansy said as she laughed openly. "And I quote, 'Even if you were, I'd still want to take care of you.' Honestly Draco, I thought you paid attention when you talk."

"I did not say that!" Draco said indignantly. Unfortunately for him, the furious blush creeping up his neck and face told them different.

"Yes, Draco, you did." Harry finally said. Draco pinned him with a mock glare that made Harry's heart race for reasons that Harry was not ready to address.

"You know Harry, you're supposed to be on my side." Draco said in mock hurt. Harry feigned guilt, but his barley contained laughter ruined the effect.

"Oh, get over it Draco. What were you two arguing about anyways?" Pansy asked in amusement.

"Whether or not Harry's a burden." Draco said with a sigh. "I don't think he is, and I know you don't. Right, Pansy?"

"Of course not you prat. If I though he was a burden I would've told you to take him straight to St. Mungo's." Pansy replied glaring at Draco. "Draco, do you think I could talk to you for a moment? I just need you to help me with a potion."

Draco nodded and stood up. Turning to Harry he said, "there's some more Calming Potion and you need to take this one before you go back to sleep. And you can put this one on all of your wounds, it's a healing salve that'll keep them from scaring."

"Alright, thank you." Harry replied. He watched Draco follow Pansy out of the room. Sighing, he reached over and picked up the potion Draco told him to take. Downing it, Harry laid back on the pillow. Now that he was alone, he couldn't stop the thoughts that flooded him.

Was Damien right? Is that all I'm good for, sex. Gods, why the hell me? First fucking Voldemort kills my parents, I get put with my fucking abusive aunt and uncle because they're my only living relatives, I find out I'm a wizard that has to save the entire fucking Wizarding World from fucking Voldemort, I see people killed, I almost get killed, I found and lost my godfather within the span of about three years, I have to watch Snape kill Dumbledore, I go back to the fucking Dursley's which was the biggest mistake of my life, I nearly get rapped by my fucking supposed boyfriend, that fucking theme song charm ousted my fucking depression with Ron and Hermione. . .

At the thought of Ron, Harry broke down. He couldn't stop the memories of his best friend, all the good and bad. He remembered the day they'd met, all the stupid fights they'd had. The funniest and most stupidest one being the one that Ron thought Harry was interested in Hermione, which lead to Harry coming out to his friends. He remembered their training during the war. He remembered watching as Ron was brought down by several nasty hexes, luckily being saved by Hermione. He remembered waking up in the Hospital Wing after the Final Battle, seeing Ron in the bed next to him. He remembered Ron telling him who had saved his life.

It was all to much and the tears poured out unbidden. Harry cried as he relived Ron's murder. He wanted to stop it, all of it. But he couldn't, there was no one there to distract him. There was nothing there to do anything. Harry wondered where his wand was, desperately wanting it so that he could conjure up his knife temporarily forgetting that he could use wandless magic.

He laughed bitterly at the thought, it'd been so long since he'd last used it to cut. In fact, he stopped cutting the day that he and Draco admitted that they didn't hate each other. He was so wrapped up in his inner turmoil and pain that he didn't notice Draco re-enter the room.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco asked. His voice held concern and worry. Harry only shook his head, crying harder. Draco rushed over to the bed and sat down next to Harry. He tried to get Harry to talk, but the raven haired wizard was having none of it. Not really thinking, he pulled Harry into his arms.

Shock, fear, and something else Harry didn't care to identify at the current time battled for dominance inside of Harry. Harry tensed, not sure what to do. He trusted Draco, he knew that Draco wouldn't do anything to him, but that still didn't stop the torrent of memories from the past two months to go off in his head.

Draco seemed to notice Harry's reaction, for he instantly loosened his grip but didn't let go entirely. He rubbed small circles into Harry's back in a soothing manner. He didn't say anything as Harry finally relaxed into the embrace. After several minutes, the crying stopped only to be replaced by small tremors.

"Harry, are you okay? What happened? You can talk to me." Draco whispered gently, not wanting to scare Harry. Harry thought for a moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to talk about it. After a few more minutes of silence, Harry finally responded thinking that it'd be better to get it out of the way. What was it that Hermione always said, no better time to start healing than the present or something like that.

"I'm fine. I just, I don't know. I guess I was overwhelmed by my own thoughts. I've been trying so hard not to think about it, but I can't. Everything keeps coming back, whether it's in my dreams or when I'm by myself without something to distract me." Harry whispered shakily. He unconsciously leaned further into Draco's arms, desperately needing the warmth.

"Harry, you know you can't suppress what happened to you. You need to talk about it, maybe not right now, but you do need to sometime. I'll make you some Dreamless Sleep Potion and brew some more Calming Potion for you. You have all the time in the world to heal right now, and no one is going to rush you. I swear, you'll have all the time you need to heal, both physically and mentally." Draco whispered back with a tenderness in his voice that no one, not even Pansy, had heard before.

The two stayed like that until Harry fell asleep. Draco kissed the top of Harry's head, then gently laid him down the rest of the way on the bed. He went over to where he stored his potions' supplies. Neither had noticed Pansy watching them from the doorway with a small smile on her face.

Author's note: There you have it, chapter eight. I hope it was long enough for you. I appologize about the length of time between chapters, I've been trying my hardest to get them done so I can post them, but since school started I haven't had a lot of time. Please be patient with me. Thanks again for reading! Please review! Thank you!