Chapter Six:

Blood Red Summer

A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews thus far, I love you guys! I'll give personalized thanks next chapter, or so! =D Please review and enjoy!

P.S. I know that from here on the next few chapters might be hard to understand, considering they are in each others bodies. People will refer to *them* as who they see, but they still (and the description) refers to who they really are...if that makes sense. Anyways...on with it!

Blood Red Summer - Coheed & Cambria

Faint white figures paint my sleep

Please don't tell my secrets, keep them hidden (You've Got It).

If the words that matter reach your face from floor

Will you be wondering if, or (Do I need what is given or honest)?

Does it cost me scarring if the words stay true,

Even number your nephew (I don't want it, Don't want it, Don't want it anymore).

*

The carpet was rough beneath his naked stomach, his hands gripped the floor. He looked wildly around this strange place, the small bedroom with barely anything in it. He saw the locks on the door. And then he screamed, his gut wrenched and his eyes clenched tight with tears.

He looked over his shoulder at the large man behind he, he was fidgeting with his pants. Once they were undone, he lowered himself onto his back and pushed himself forcibly inside. He screamed loudly, he writhed. He felt the intrusion.

"Get off! Leave me alone! Stop! Please...please..."

"Shut up, boy! Urgh, yeah," the old man groaned with pleasure. When his seed was released, he punched hard down on the others back, creating a spark of pain to resonate through his body. He sobbed on the floor, the door was closed and locked and his cries ignored. "Please...please..."

"Please...please..." Draco groaned, Ron ran over to his best friend's bed and tried to rip open the curtains but found they were locked shut.

"Harry! Harry, wake up! You're having a nightmare again! Wake up!" Ron yelled from the other side, breakfast had just begun and he had come back up from the Common Room to wake up his brunette friend to find him thrashing around in his sleep and muttering.

Finally, Draco rolled over onto his side facing Ron and cursed in his sleepiness. He reached for his wand and uncharmed the beg hangings. Immediately, the redhead was firing multitudes of questions. "Woah, slow down there! I've got a bleeding rudy headache here!" he snapped in response, putting up his hand. This quieted Ron, although not gladly. "I had a nightmare again, and I'm not feeling so great today. You go onto breakfast without me, I think I'm gonna spend the day here," he sighed, but inside his mind was thrashing. Vomit was threatning to rise up from his stomach, all he wanted was for Ron to leave him be so he could run off to the bathroom.

"Fine, I'll be back up at lunch. 'Mione and I are going to Hagrid's today, we'll say hullo for you," Ron turned to leave, Harry acted a lot like this since the beginning of term so he wasn't exactly questioning this. He gave one more fleeting look at his best friend and smiled sadly, "Get better," and then slipped quietly out of the room.

Draco picked up Harry's wand and flicked it at the dormitory door, locking it shut and placing 'Silencio' on it. He took one more calculative look around the room for assurance before dashing off to the bathroom.

He retched into the toiler bowl for more than thirty minutes, he was left feeling empty, sweaty and shaking like a leaf. Draco felt more than happy to stay, lying there on the cold stone floor for the rest of the day. Eventually deciding that this would not do any good, he heaved himself to the mirror to brush the vile taste from his mouth. He 'Scourgify'd it quickly with his wand and looked at his reflection.

"Potter sure doesn't know how to take care of himself, now does he?" Draco mumbled, unamused as he stared into emerald eyes. It still felt strange, to be living underneath somebody else's skin and he believed that it must always feel strange. The Glamour charms were still in place but were fading. He watched with curiousity as they slipped away, minute by minute.

Draco observed the bruises slowly appearing; first around the eyes, and then up the arms and back before spreading elsewhere. "Did that man do all of this to him?" it was a bewildered question and the once-blonde was finding himself wanting to fall asleep again to find out more. He knew he was intruding on Harry's personal life but, wasn't that the point of all of this? The two boys had agreed to this, equally, and Draco was still determined to figure out Harry's greatest fear. Maybe his nightmares were the key to this.

"Wait - if I can see Potter's nightmares, can he see mine?" the thought sickened and worried Draco immediately, all of the people involved in his worst nightmares were dead and he wanted to keep it that way. Harry would be the only living other person who knew everything that happened. This uneased the Slytherin quite a bit.

Shaking the thoughts from his head for the time being, Draco gave Harry's body the once over again. He had stripped down to his boxers to watch the Glamour slowly disappear. He decided to attempt to look beyond the bruises and scars, he was completely and utterly surprised at how Harry seemed to be so scrawny yet so muscular at the sametime. He hadn't thought such a thing possible, but as he stared at this battered body it was. Draco found that he rather liked this look, he put his hands in his tousled brown hair and teased it even more. It was thick, unlike his thin hair.

Sliding off his glasses which he had worn to bed, Draco found the image in the mirror fuzzy. His head began to hurt, so he closed his eyes. He allowed his hands to do the seeing, he gently pressed his fingertips into the tender bruises and rubbed in circles on them. As his palms started to slide down the extremely toned abdomen, Draco found his mind become aroused. This worried him. "This is Potter's body, remember?" he hissed aloud to himself, feeling disgusted that he would actually be enjoying caressing this body.

His thoughts, however, did not cease the movement of his hands as they continued to explore every inch of tainted skin.

Suddenly they were grasping the hard manhood inside of the cloth boxers, Draco tugged at it and a bead of pleasure ran up through his skin. He shivered and hissed in arousal, all he could think about was how wrong this was but still he couldn't stop himself. He was imaging the reflection in the mirror, the feeling of the messy hair and hard skin, he ignored the bruises and scars and in his mind he saw Harry Potter as something rather beautiful.

Draco came, spluttering out a name he thought he would never say in pleasure. As the word, "Harry," echoed in the bathroom, Draco cursed himself and turned crimson red. He opened his eyes, slipped on his glasses and took a peak down south, only to gasp at the organ he saw and quickly put it away.

"You are a fool," he told his direction harshly, but the words came out sounding like Harry's voice. Draco, for the first time, thought this to be a soothing, sexy slur. 'Where the hell are all these thoughts coming from?!' he screamed in his head.

Slowly putting his clothes back on and avoiding the mirror dramatically, Draco finally moved sluggishly back to Harry's dormitory. He rummaged around for a few minutes, finding nothing special in particular and then decided to get that Potions assignment finished.

By the time lunch came around, he was feeling much better although still had to mask his soreness from the bruising. His right leg and side continuously hurt, this wasn't something Draco thought he'd ever get used to. If it got worse in the next few days, he vowed to go see Madame Pomfrey whether or not Potter wanted him to.

Ron was way too cheerful as he bouned back into the Boys Dormitory just before lunch started, he skipped over to Harry's bed where Draco sat reviewing the finished essay. "Up for lunch? You look like your feeling loads better," he winked with a lopsided grin.

"Er, yeah, much better," Draco muttered, he was terrified of this redheads good mood.

"I've got the best news to tell you, you're not going to believe it!" Ron said, it did seem as though he was itching to say something.

"What?" Draco tried his hardest to sound interested, but it came out more detatched than he thought it would have. Ron wasn't phased by this.

"I asked 'Mione out on the way back from Hagrid's today, and she said yes!" his cheeks were burning pink but his eyes were rather happy.

"That took you long enough," Draco drawled, the putdown look on his supposed best mates face made him cough and smile up at him fakely, "I mean; congrats, man! I'm glad for you! You two are adorable," he tried this, it seemed to scare Ron.

"Uh...are you sure you're feeling better?"

"Yeah, just knackered from this essay. Really, it's great you two finally got together," 'In hell it is, now they'll be more Weasel breeds,' Draco spat in his thoughts. "Lets go get some food before my stomach starts eating itself,".

Down in the Great Hall, Draco sat across from the lovey-dovey couple trying helplessly to ignore them. But they intended on speaking to him every five minutes instead, this was not at all useful. His emerald eyes were scanning the Great Hall, most especially the Slytherin Table. He was shocked to find that Harry, or himself rather, was not in attendance to lunch. 'I wonder where he is...' Draco thought, as the boy didn't show up all that meal.

"You coming?" Ron asked, he was standing up with his hand shyly on the middle of Hermione's back as the girl beamed over at him, completely ignoring Harry.

"Uh, sorry, where?" Draco sputtered, having not heard one word of the past ten minutes as his thoughts were delved in about Harry.

"To the Lake, then to the library," he explained, he was smiling ridiculously.

"No, you guys go ahead I-"

"Okay, see you!" The happy new couple was eager to leave alone, Draco sighed and slowly got up from his seat and slightly wavered. He still felt like shite. He attempted in hobbling up to Gryffindor Tower but stopped on the Fifth Floor. "Curse this," he swore, and decided to go and see Madame Pomfrey. Draco had a sneaking suspicion that something was broken on his right side. He knew what broken bones felt like; but he didn't exactly know what long-ago-broken bones felt like that weren't set or magicked back into place.

He hobbled into the Hospital Wing, it was empty save for a younger student sleeping in one of the end beds. Draco caught Madame Pomfrey's attention as she sat at her desk by the windows, she smiled brightly at him. It was the first time Draco had ever seen the mediwitch smile, 'It's only because she thinks I'm Potter,' he mused. "Mr Potter, what can I do for you?" she beamed, walking over to him with her hands crossed.

"I-I fell in the summer," he lied quickly. "I thought everything was fine, but the pain in my ribs and right leg haven't gone away yet...I reckon I could've done my damage than I had thought," he shrugged, attempting to act nonchalant.

As soon as he was finished speaking, Madame Pomfrey was muttering things about him should have coming to see her sooner. Draco agreed, but he merely apologized instead. She laid him on a bed and ghosted her wand over his entire body, doing a quick scan.

"Oh dear," she whispered sadly, Draco looked up into her wide and concerned eyes. "And you say you fell?"

"Er, yeah...what is it?" Draco asked quickly, he knew Harry wouldn't appreciate it if he went telling people what really happened.

"You've got several broken ribs and your tibula tubrecle is fractured. How did you manage this long, you must've been in so much pain, Harry!" she swooned at him, but was also making busy with her wand. "I think I'll have to alert your Head of House, at best," Madame Pomfrey began to turn around.

"Please, no. Can-can you tell Professor Lupin instead?" Draco thought of this suddenly, it was a much better situation to have Lupin there than McGonagall.

Pomfrey considered this for a moment before curtly nodding and heading off towards her medicine cabinet. She came back with Skele-Grow and a Pain Reliever Potion. Draco downed them easily, he almost felt immediately better and ignored the vomit that wanted to come up due to the potions.

"That's a good boy, now lay back and rest while I retrieve Professor Lupin," she looked over at the Gryffindor once more before tuttering off, muttering to herself.

Draco groaned, 'I should've just taken the Pain Relievers Harry said he had in his desk...'

Just as he got comfortable on the impossible Hospital bed sheets, Lupin walked in with a determined look on his face. He came to the side of Draco's bed, and angrily began to speak. "Harry, what the hell did you think you were doing?! You were that hurt and you didn't even tell me, Ron, Hermione! What the hell are you trying to pull, here?!" he wasn't screaming, but his low hiss of hurt was more devestating.

Professor Lupin was usually reserved or chuckling with laughter; never had Draco imagined the man to hold this much anger. But then again, he was a tempermental werewolf.

"Well?!"

"Uh..sorry, Lu-Remus..I, just..."

"Does this have something to do with those Glamours you wear everyday? Madame Pomfrey could detect them too, that's why she wanted to call somebody!" he snapped, crossing his arms with authority now.

'Ah, bugger,' "I-I can't tell you. Please don't make me," he begged, making himself sound desperate. Draco tried his hardest to cry, he really did. Instead, little pools of wetness formed in the corners of his eyes. This was convincing enough as the werewolves face softened up considerably and he reached forward, gently cupping Draco's face and looking intently down at him.

"Harry, you can't keep everything to yourself," he whispered with love, this made Draco wince and he looked away. He felt like he was invading a very private moment.

"I know, Moony," Draco used the nickname Harry told him to and it seemed to make the Professor soften even more, "But I can't tell you. Not yet. I just want these bones to heal," he said sadly.

Remus considered this for a moment, he stared through hazel eyes down at the boy who was the closest thing to family. "Rest here for the night, I'll make something up for Ron and Hermione," he finally said with a deep sigh.

"Thank you, I think I should just get some rest now..." Draco wanted this to end as soon as possible, and he wouldn't mind another nap as the Pain Reliever potion was beginning to make him feel euphoric.

"Firecall me if you need anything," Remus looked quickly up at Madame Pomfrey and she nodded her approval, "and Harry," he caught the boys eye again, "I love you," he said very firmly and stared for a response.

"I-I love you too, Remus," Draco said, he could have imagined having a look of astonishment on his face so he quickly masked it with appreciation. Remus seemed slightly satisfied, but left the room slowly and looked back several times.

When he was finally gone, Draco sighed. 'How is Potter so damn close to the werewolf?' he wondered before falling into sleep.

*

And when the answer that you want

Is in the question that you state

Come what may

*

"Repeat it!"

"No...please...just let me go..."

"Repeat it!!" screamed the cold voice through clenched teeth. He looked up from the ground to see his assalaints face. The platinum blonde man's face was shadowed in the dungeon.

"You will tell me what you have learned," the man cursed to the young boy. He wasn't even ten years old.

A whip cracked. The boy cried helplessly, he was chained against the wall and the whip hit his chest painfully.

"I-I, please, Father! Please, stop!" the boy screamed, his throat was stinging painfully but it wasn't as bad as his chest as it was struck once again.

"Do I need to refuse magical treatment again, Draco?! You WILL tell me! Now Repeat it!"

"Malfoys do not cry...Malfoy's do not cry...Malfoy's do not cry..." the boy chanted wearily.

Harry woke in a sweat, he turned over to look at his clock and realized it was still an hour before breakfast started. He sighed and swung out of bed, taking off the charms he had put on the hangings. 'Did Malfoy's Father really do that to him?' he asked himself, disbelievingly. He always thought that the blonde boy was a completely pampered git, and now he aws beginning to have second thoughts.

He decided to get ready, collecting a pair of clothes he headed to the showers. As he undressed, Harry curiously looked over Draco's body once again. 'How is is skin so...perfect?' he questioned, completely bedazzled by the body he was in.

Blushing and shaking the thoughts from his head, Harry quickly bathed and ignored the stinging arousal at his groin and in his mind. He kept repeating to himself, 'You are tainted. You are used. You aren't wanted. You're disgusting. You're vile,' it was a small tantra that had been given to him from Vernon the past summer.

Upon finishing, Harry carefully groomed himself to replicate what he saw the blonde Slytherin look like everyday. There were, however, still bags heavy under his eyes. He ignored all the other Slytherin's as he made his way down to the Great Hall, he strode with confidence and took his seat smirking. So far, it was a good morning.

As Harry's tired mind began to waken up, with the help of early morning pumpkin juice as more students began to fill the Hall, he began to think back to Draco's nightmare. He couldn't understand it. The blonde spoke so highly of his Father, and that's how Lucius had treated him growing up? That was terrible. Harry wouldn't have been able to bear his own parent doing that to him.

Shaking his head, he ate his meal delicately, trying not to just shovel it into his mouth. He was absently aware of more Sixth Year Slytherin's flanking his sides. They spoke loudly amonst themselves but mostly ignored Harry, but they still looked onto him with pride and respect. This made Harry smirk even larger, which only intimidated those around him more. 'How does Malfoy have so much natural power over these people?' he wondered.

Once breakfast was over Harry had finally noticed that Draco hadn't shown up in his body. At first, he didn't think anything of it. And then his mind sprang into action. 'If I had Draco's nightmares...Draco must have had mine,'. Suddenly, Harry felt sick to his stomach, remembering the cycle of nightmares he goes through.

He excused himself from the Slytherin Table and darted off to his dormitory, where he proceeded to lock himself in for the entire day. He didn't even come out for dinner. He aws too nerve-wrecked for that. The other Slytherin's didn't both him anyway, not even when they came in to sleep that night. Harry inwardly thanked them for this.

Harry thought to himself, 'Oh Gods, I just hope to Merlin that Draco took the Dreamless Sleep Drought...or that he had one of the better nightmares,' he groaned before drifting off into another rather fitful sleep.

Bloody screams filled his ears the entire night.

Back in Gryffindor Tower, Draco was dreaming of a blood thirsty beast...

*

In a pain that buckles out your knees

Could you stop this if I plead?

So Destined I am to walk among the dark,

A child in keeping secrets from (will they know what I've done in the after?)

In the sought for matter when the words blame you,

In a blood red summer I'll give you (I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it).

What did I do to deserve

What did I do to deserve this?