Chapter 2:

A/N:

harrysgurl22: Yeah it is a pretty common plot in the beginning, but when you are trying to flip someones alliances like that, especially someone as light as Harry, theres only so many ways to start it off. :) Thanks for reading!

DestinyDragon, ams71080, yaoifangrl4ever, thanks for reading!, and Yaoifangrl4ever, I'm glad we share the same POV, it seems it's not as common as it used to be to do a story like this, ha :)

Makurayami Ookami: Thanks! Great compliment, very much appreciated. :)

Harry saw an expanse of trees like pinpricks littering the ground hundreds of feet below him. He couldn't remember his purpose there, or even how he came to be there, but the sight was magnificent. In the stillness he heard a quick rustle behind and to the left of him; he whirled around and came face to face with a dark, looming figure. Before he could speak to question the situation the figure was upon him and he was falling, off the cliff and toward the evergreen stakes. All of a sudden the falling stopped and a soft commotion pulled him into awareness. He opened one bleary eye in time to see a uniformed woman leaving through the large doors. He gingerly scooted into a sitting position, knowing his body would be sore, as usual. It was. He grimaced at the first motion but continued. He rubbed his forehead absently, contemplating his dream and trying to shake that falling feeling. In the midst of his thought he didn't notice the entrance of a certain vial-laden blonde.

Draco entered the room hoping to quickly administer Snape's assigned potions to Harry and get out, unfortunately for him, said patient wouldn't even acknowledge him. He leaned against the dresser, setting the numerous vials down upon it. He crossed his arms impatiently and watched Harry, after all, who was he to make the first move. Watching him, Draco couldn't help but notice his frame, lithe, as always, but more than normal, his ribs jutted out from his sides and he was visibly bruised in most places and dried blood was still slightly visible around his mouth, of course the servants couldn't clean someone up properly. There was an ache in his stomach he regretfully identified as sympathy. Finding out that Dumbledore's Golden Boy, wasn't that golden softened him to the idea of Harry Potter as a human being, and because of that, seeing him beaten and broken wasn't something he enjoyed. Not that he enjoyed him in a normal state, he had only known him to be an arrogant, egotistical kid, and until that was proven otherwise to him personally, by Harry, he had no desire to be there, but he did have a responsibility. So there he was. In his further pondering of the boy's unkempt hair and hooded eyes partially hidden under calloused, tan hands his mind wandered with his eyes and he too missed the mental entrance of one, Harry Potter.

(ha, that was hard, I hate switching POVS, so, unless totally necessary, 3rd person/ harry's all that way!)

Harry watched Draco stare at him for a few minutes before clearing his throat which, as he should have expected, threw him into a coughing fit. Draco sighed from across the room and walked towards the bed, arms filled with vials once again. He held one after another out to Harry, who dutifully took them. Draco shook his head.

"Losing your touch, Potter?" Draco raised one silvery brow.

Harry looked at him quizzically,

"What do you mean, Draco?" Both Harry and Draco were startled by the use of the Slytherin's first name, Harry shrugged it off as something that just came along with his new situation, while Draco chalked it up to the medication, but figured if Harry was going to take that step, he had no other choice but to follow along.

"You drank those vials with no questions as to their contents. Not the wisest thing when you're the Boy-Who-Lived, living in the house of a Death Eater." Draco smirked and watched recognition, then acceptance flitter across the boy's emerald eyes.

"Well, I was told I was in good hands....and I'm in a place with nothing to lose, so why not trust someone with nothing to gain." Harry curved the edges of his full, bruised lips into a small smile.

Draco was mildy taken aback but hid it behind his pristine mask. Too late, Harry had seen it and smirked. He guessed he did a damn good job at it too when he saw surprise ghost across those mercury pools once again.

Whatever Draco had given him was doing the trick. His headache that lately had seemed to be ever-present was now gone and he felt a clarity he'd never experienced with the pain fogging his mind. Now he was only a bit sore here and there, but he felt great in comparison to last night.

In the silence between himself and Draco, Harry let his mind wander, along with his eyes. He thought about the boy seated in front of him, for the first time his scowl wasn't marring his face and the silence was almost companionable, almost.

He found himself unconsciously memorizing the sharp angles of Draco's jaw and the way long black eyelashes laid against alabaster skin. As Harry studied, the eyes they belonged to opened. Harry stifled the intake of air he almost sucked in at the sight. He saw him like never before, Draco's eyes, for once void of that passionate fury that darkened them into steel. Now they seemed almost content, almost. They shone a precious silver with waves of cerulean blue, that seemed to move about of their own free will. It almost made Harry regret all those years he forced anger into that face, almost.

Harry fought off the smile that tugged at his mouth, but was pulled from his ponderings by the Slytherin cleared his throat. Harry spared one more glance at the boy's eyes, however it saddened him to see them now tight and dark grey with annoyance. Harry raised a dark brow, not knowing what Draco expected him to say, luckily, he cleared that up for him. "Are you just going to sit there gawking or are you going to get ready to meet with your Godfather?" Harry smirked, like he hadn't met with him enough times to last anyone a life time. "Sure, Draco." Draco nodded and pointed to a dark wooden door on the wall across from them, "That's your bathroom, my Lord had a house elf bring anything he felt you would need, and I was told to sit in here to make sure you 'didn't try anything stupid'". Harry snorted at the idea and shook his head. "Not to worry, I'll be a good little boy!" Harry tried his best to look innocent and Draco laughed melodically, how nice.

Draco got off the bed and Harry threw back the thick blankets, swinging his legs to the side. When he stood he grabbed his head as a wave of dizziness washed over him. Then there were arms supporting him holding him upright reassuringly. "Easy, Potter." Harry nodded and steadied himself on the mahogany headboard. "My name's Harry, Draco." Harry smiled lightly and Draco managed the same, nodding.

A/N: This chapter was going to be a lot longer but I decided to break it into two. So you should expect chapter 3 up relatively quickly! Aim to please. R/R!