AN:// Thank you all for the wonderful reviews! Hope you all had a great Valentines Day! I made this chapter much longer then normal, for those of you who have been asking. :)
He awoke.
Blindness seemed to be his new seeing. The drapes were drawn and the sun was overbearing... but he was in his bed. He was home, and he was alive.
He jumped realizing that he had survived. He made it, he truly made it. How? The last thing he recalled was pulling himself out of the water and... and that man standing at the edge of the cliff, but of course! Snape had to have come for him... and that means Draco had something to do with it.
Harry narrowed his eyes and set on finding the little ferret.
He would kill him.
Harry almost drew back the covers when he discovered he wasn't alone in this bedroom. He was here already, Draco was already waiting.
Harry opened his mouth to say something patronizing when it hit him.
Draco sat alone in a single chair. His body was slump and crooked. His left arm was lazily draped towards the floor the other one was making a rest for the blonds slightly tilted head. His messy hair seemed un-cared for. But what stood out the most to Harry was that Draco wasn't asleep like his body insisted.
He was staring at Harry eyes open, glazed, and dull.
Before Harry could even contemplate what the boy was doing Draco gave a ragged "Hello."
"What are you doing in here?" Harry snapped sharply, but Harry soon regretted his own words. He watched as Draco sat calmly, not even reacting to Harry's harsh tone as if he hadn't said anything at all. It was quite obvious that something was wrong.
"Waiting." Draco mumbled. His lids slid over his eyes resting a moment. "I'm waiting for you, to wake up."
"I'm up Draco..." Harry's eyebrows crunched together. What in bloody hell was wrong with him!? "Draco how long have I been out... and how long have you been sitting there, exactly?"
Draco still had his eyes shut and without seeming to have much thought into it he gave a weak and nimble shrug. "A week."
A week?! No wonder he looked like hell! Harry studied Draco for a moment maybe he just needed to push the right button. "I'll have you know, I hate you."
Draco didn't even budge at that. He sat there for a minute before his eyes slowly opened. A short and small smile creased against his face. It was like Draco was physical there but mentally the boy was gone.
"I know."
Something snapped inside of Harry. He wanted a fight he wanted a reason to pumble him alive right there. "You aren't even going to defend yourself! You left me! Don't you have anything to say to me!? You almost had me killed! Don't just look at me like that! Draco I-"
"No your right. You should be mad at me. You have all the right to hate me." Draco's smile faded. "I hate me too."
Harry was feeling annoyed he couldn't just accept that as an answer. This wasn't like Draco; this wasn't who he really is. "You are bloody mad! You stupid prat! What happened to Draco!? Where is the git I want to beat the living sh-"
"Harry?" The bedroom door opened and Snape stepped into the room. "Are you up?"
Harry took a moment to greet Snape. "Yeah, I'm just fine. What happened to-" Snape ignored Harry for a moment and embraced him in a tight hug.
"You scared me." Snape mumbled. "That was completely irresponsible, you always seem to find trouble." Snape's long fingers tussled through Harry's long black hair.
"Or it finds me." Harry closed his eyes forgetting about Draco for a second; trying to hold back his tears. "I'm sorry."
Snape pulled away, straightening himself and clearing his throat. "You are forgiven, but don't you even think about doing so stupid again, Or I swear Harry James Potter..."
"Don't worry, I don't plan on it." Harry gave a giant grin. "Besides I'm sure that there are other ways to give you a hear attack."
"Cheeky Brat." Severus smirked.
Harry turned to look at Draco only to find an empty chair.
"Snape... what's wrong with Draco?"
Severus seemed taken aback at Harry's question. "He tried to kill you Harry, I'm surprised you aren't trying to hex him." Snape leaned back against the door with a smirk still playing.
"I wanted to... but he isn't fighting back. It's like he's not even Draco anymore! Its like he completely given up!"
Snape took a minute before he sat down on Harry's bed. "Draco feels bad for what he has down. He knows that it was a horrible thing to do... even so I have forgiven him, but I find it hard for me to ever trust him again."
"What about his dad... does his dad forgive him?" Harry looked down and the soft black comforter. "He just doesn't seem like he's even Draco."
"His father is having a hard time as well he has forgiven him but hasn't talked to him sense the night we brought you home... or even punished him."
"That's wrong!" Harry disagreed. Draco did need to be forgiven and punished, most definably punished. "He needs his father to be there for him."
"Yes, and Lucuis is still cooling off. He needs some time to sort things out. Harry I want you to know that Draco is sorry, he begged me for forgiveness and he also came to us and told us that he left you out there alone. He knew it was wrong and he did the right thing in the end."
"I understand... but no offence Snape, but I want an apology from him."
Snape understood Harry he was still hurt from what Draco did but was willing to clear things up and move on.
"Agreed. And in time, he will. I'm sure of it."
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Draco raced down the hallways and towards the backdoor. He needed to get out, he needed to escape from his emotions that were binding him. As he ran he tried to hold back his own tears. He was almost to the door when a hand shot out and caught his left bicep.
He froze.
"Draco, I need a word with you." Draco stilled in the tightened grip. It was his father, and he was ready to talk. "Come, Severus said we could use his study." Even though it sounded like a request Lucuis didn't let go of Draco.
Draco swallowed as he was pulled into the study of Snapes. What awaited him, completely scared him.
Once inside, Lucuis shut the door and locked it. Draco stood near the door as Lucius made his way around the desk.
"Draco, what you pulled back there was completely stupid and a horrible decision on your behalf. You could have killed him!"
Draco found the floor rather interesting. He didn't comment on anything and waited for his father to continue on.
"Draco! I am speaking to you and you will look at me as I do so!" Lucuis raged on. He was much calmer then he thought that he would be, but still wasn't calm enough.
Draco raised his eyes and looked blankly at his father.
"What has gotten into you!? You have been acting so foolish! Do you not think of the consequences of your actions?" Lucius watched as his son did nothing but shrug. He felt like he had lost his own son. He needed to do something. Unfolding his arms he shook his head.
"Fine, maybe this will make you think more wisely next time."
Draco watched with wide eyed as his father un-did his belt. He seemed to find his voice as he watched-desperately wanting to find a way out. "Father, please. You-You can't!" Lucuis had NEVER used anything more then a hand on him and hardly even that.
"I can, and I will. Drop your trousers and bend over the desk."
"No, Dad. I didn't think! I just was tired of Harry getting all of the attention! Even you my own father seemed to love him more! I was scared! I thought... I thought I could get rid of him and then..." Draco fell into a whisper.
"And then what? And then go to Azkaban !? Do you realize what you would have fallen to!? You would have been a murderer!" Lucius was trying to keep his own emotions in check he could have lost Harry and his own son.
"But I didn't! I didn't let it happen! Dad you can't do this, you can't; you can't use that-that thing on me!" Draco was seeming more like usual now.
"You have no choice in the matter. You either come over here or you will regret it."
Draco felt tears shining in his eyes. He couldn't help but grit his teeth and clenched his hands into fist. "I will not!" He said stomping his foot.
Lucius shook his head and began to approach his defiant ward. Draco felt his blood spike in fear as he watched his father near him.
"Okay! Okay! I'm sorry! I'll-I'll do it!" Draco began to talk cautious steps back as his father took hold of his bicep again hulling him over towards the desk. "Please! Stop!"
Lucius responded by swatting Draco twice over to the desk.
Draco didn't stop fighting and flushed as his father drew down his trousers and boxes exposing his pale bum. He knew he lost this fight and was now in a world of hell. His nose barely touched the dark oak desk and he could see his reflection and his hand gripping the edge.
Lucius wasted no time bringing down his hand. Draco tried not to cry out in pain as his father brought down his hand countless times. Eventually he began to sniffle and suck in his breath with every smack.
At first Lucius said nothing until Draco's bottom was a flush pink. "What you did could have killed someone!"
"Ow! I know! Stop! Ow! Please!"
"You need to think before you act! What would you have done if he died? Could you imagine what you would have put Sev through?"
"I'm sorry! Ah! I didn't think! I-Ow! Promise I won't ever do it again!"
"You. better. not. .!" Lucius emphasized each word with a hard spanking underneath his tender bottom.
Draco swore he couldn't take anymore and threw his hand back. His bottom was a brilliant shade of red. He knew better then to try to stop a spanking and when he felt his father pause he knew he made a mistake, but for a moment he thought that maybe his father stopped but when he felt a sharp sting seer at his thigh he knew that he switched to the belt. Lucius laid down three more onto Draco's thigh's before Draco moved his hand.
"Do not interfere with your spanking, you have been told that before." Lucius then focused the belt on the sensitive under curve of Draco's bottom for the last bit to have a lasting impression. "The next time you are thinking of doing something impulsive, you remember this." Lucius paused. "And don'..." He punctuated every painful swat with each word.
Draco cried painfully aloud hallowing in discomfort. When finally it ended and his lay weak and limp across the desk. He felt soothing circles beginning to rub into his back.
After a moment he felt his boxers and trousers being gently pulled up, and he hissed as they made contact with his overly painful bum.
Immediately after he was whisked around facing his father and with a stern face the man looked his son directly in the eyes. "I will always love you, no matter what." Lucuis then folded his son deep inside his arms into a long overdue hug.
Draco cried incoherent things into the mans chest as Lucius ran his fingers soothingly threw his hair.
After a few minutes passed and Draco began to calm down he mumbled "I'm sorry dad."
"You are forgiven." Lucius smirked. "It doesn't matter how much trouble you land yourself in, you are always forgiven and loved."
AN://I know that a lot of you hate Draco and don't think that this is the way the Malfoys act, but I like him and this is fan fiction so I used them the way I wanted to. I still hoped you enjoyed. :)