I promised you this next chapter would be up as soon as possible. I do appologize for the shortness of this one, but because the way the story is headed at the moment, the chapters are probably going to be shorter. I hope this chapter will help hold you over until the next one, which reveals the mystery of the Dragon Statue from the begining.

Warnings: Language and more mention of sexual assult

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, though I wouldn't mind keeping a few of the guys to myself...

OH!...and a quick thank you to all the reviews I've gotten! I love them so much! They inspire me to write so much faster!

Chapter 15: Emerald Flames

"Pansy, do you think you could hand me-"

"Draco, look!" Pansy shouted, cutting Draco off mid-sentence. She pointed to the statue of the silver dragon that held a torch that Draco had brought with him when he rescued Harry. The fire had flared to dangerous heights and the color had changed from its seemingly usual silvery-green to full out emerald. The exact coloring of Harry's eyes.

"What the hell?!" Draco shouted, jumping up and rushing over to it. The last time the fire had changed colors was when he'd rescued Harry from Snape and Lucius.

"Draco, how long has Harry been gone?" Pansy asked frantically. She began pile driving through the books on the bookshelf.

"Maybe a half hour, why?" Draco replied. He was a little confused at Pansy's reaction.

"Damnit! This isn't good. Draco, you need to go get Harry. NOW!" Pansy said, flipping through a black, leather bound book that had no title.

"Why? I'm sure he's fine." Draco said, becoming nervous with Pansy's words and actions.

"Because, I think he's in trouble." Pansy replied, looking at Draco. Her eyes were filled with worry, fear, and panic. Seeing this, Draco became even more scared than he already was.

"Why on earth would you think that? Pansy, what the hell is going on here?"

"Draco, look at the flames! Remember what you told me when we first started talking about the statue. Remember, the color changed from this exact shade of emerald to that silvery-green when Harry started making really good progress! Draco, I've done research on this thing. It's connected to your's and Harry's emotions and well being! I think that if you were in trouble or feeling really down or something that it'd change color to silver.

"It means that you two are connected. A Soul Bond. You need to find Harry! Look, the flames are getting higher!" Pansy replied frantically. Draco let her words soak in for a few seconds. Then he looked at the flames, which were growing higher and higher, threatening to catch the ceiling on fire if they weren't taken care of.

"How the hell am I supposed to find him? He's in Diagon Alley, there are plenty of places he could be!" Draco said the panic and fear evident in his voice.

"Think of Harry, only of Harry, and Apperate. It should take you directly to him." Pansy replied urgency and fear lacing her words.

Draco nodded. Thinking of nothing but Harry, that wasn't really hard to do for him, Draco turned on the spot. With the sensation of being squeezed through a rubber tube, Draco finally landed in a deserted alley. Frantically looking around and listening very carefully, Draco heard muffled sobs and moans. Following the direction of the sounds, Draco froze on the spot when he saw what was making the noises.

Right there, between two trash cans, Marcus Flint was forcefully thrusting into Harry, who was laying face down on the cobbles beneath him. Unbidden, a song forced its way into Draco's mind. A song Draco remembered very well. Here I stand, empty hands. Wishing my wrists were bleeding. To stop the pain from the beatings.

Harry let out a sharp cry of pain, spurring Draco into action. With a blast of red light, Marcus was lifted into the air and thrown into a nearby wall. Quickly, Draco bound him and then went to Harry's side. Harry lay there, shaking and crying. Draco quickly cleaned him as best he could. Pulling his cloak off, he wrapped it around Harry's shoulders and pulled the quivering wizard to his chest.

Clutching Harry to him, Draco silently cursed himself and Marcus. But the damage was done, and Draco didn't have much hope that Harry would come back from this one. As he sat there, holding Harry and stroking his shoulder length hair, more of the song came to Draco, causing silent tears to stream down his face. There you stood, holding me. Waiting for me to notice you, but who are you?

After several minutes, Harry stopped shaking, but he clutched Draco like he was his last link to the world. Making a quick decision, Draco sent a patronous message to Nymphadora Tonks, an ex-auror and Order of the Phoenix member, to come and retrieve Marcus.

Picking Harry up, he strode down the alley, to the main street, into the Leaky Cauldron and flooed directly home. As soon as he stepped out of his fire place, he carried Harry to the bedroom, ignoring Pansy. He laid Harry on the bed and began pulling out everything he'd need. After a few moments, Harry was completely clean and checked over, in warm clothes, and given a Calming and Dreamless Sleep Potion.

Draco didn't leave Harry's side until he fell asleep. Placing a light kiss to Harry's forehead, Draco quietly shut the door behind him as he left for the living room. He did not notice the emerald eyes that followed him out of the room, or the whispered words, thank you.

Author's Note: Again, I'm sorry this chapter is so short, but that's the way it's got to be at the current moment. I'm working very hard to get the next chapter ready. Please review and thank you for reading!