CHAPTER FOUR (The votes are in! Draco's POV)

A/Note: I Love with a capital L writing Draco's POV. So I need your reviews to tell me if I'm any good! .

I raised my eyes to the spirit in the room, for a spirit it must be. Another torment, conjured to bring me to my knees in horror and guilt.

So why did this spirit look kind, almost… compassionate?

I couldn't believe my eyes, especially as they were clouded with tears.

Then he spoke, something he had never done in any of the dreams.

"Draco."

Somehow, at the sound of my name, something in me snapped, and months of pain and longing and guilt hurtled through my lips like a slingshot.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for everything, I'm sorry for what an arsehole I was, I'm sorry for never telling you how I really thought of you. I'm sorry that I'm not good enough, and I'm sorry I'm a Slytherin!" I couldn't control the flow of apologies.

He looked taken aback, and the look startled me. In my dreams he was always powerful, in control.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, as he slowly stepped towards me.

And I crumpled back to the floor. Now I would get it. This wasn't happening, I really was going crazy, after all, insanity ran in my family. My mind was breaking, and giving me a taste of what I so desperately wanted: Forgiveness.

"Forgive me, Harry."

He was at my side now, and kneeling over me. He raised a finger to my lips, and draped his other arm across my weary shoulder. I cried a few more tears, afraid I would run out before this was all over. He whispered in my ear with a broken voice, "You don't apologize, I do." And I blankly nodded, just wishing he could keep talking, and erase the past. But what he said next wasn't a whisper, and the voice that was cracked was now firm, resolute.

"We're going to get you out of here." I blindly stared up at him, hoping against hope that he wasn't an apparition.

"Draco, listen to me." He lifted my head in his hands, and pushed away my unkempt bangs. "I'm going to get you out of here. Tomorrow." I shook my head. "Not true, not real." It was too much. I was afraid I would pass out and miss the end of this… dream?

"Draco!" His voice was urgent, but not cruel. "Listen!" I opened my eyes, determined to see his face again. He continued, "Tomorrow I'm going to make an excuse to come here, disguised. I'll let you know it's me, because…" He searched around the cell, looking for ideas… "I'll ask you for this." He pulled his hand out of his pocket and handed Draco a stamp. "Once it's safe, you can come with me, and… I don't care, we'll leave. I won't let them get you." He squeezed Draco's hand, and as the blonde relaxed into his arms, unfamiliar tears slipped from the green eyes of the Lion.

"Tomorrow" was the last word Draco heard before he entered an untroubled sleep, in the arms of the one he cared for. And as Harry lay there on the prison floor, rocking his enemy to sleep, he began to reconsider his life, and everything he knew. Why had he just promised his future to a fugitive? He fought with his subconscious self.

I can't do this; it's madness!

But look at him, there. Does he look evil?

No, but… I can't give up my job.

Draco needs you!

He doesn't need me. He never needed me.

Look at him! Try and leave him, and see what happens. I dare you.

Hesitantly, Harry pulled a hand from Draco's grasp.

The blonde uttered a pathetic cry, and slumped forward, desolate.

See? What did I tell you? You ARE needed.

Fine. I'll help him. But it doesn't mean I'm like, in LOVE with him.

Oh, you are. Just wait and see.

And finally, in the middle of the night, Harry left Draco lying on the floor, with a stamp in his pocket and a smile on his face, strange to the tears on his shirt, which were both his and those of the Lion. There was hope.

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