Chapter Twelve:

For You I Will

A/N: Read, Review, Enjoy! Same as last chapter; Bold writing is Draco's monologue. Enjoy!!

For You I Will - Monica

Yes, when you're feeling lost in the night

When you feel your world just ain't right

Call on me, I will be waiting

Count on me, I will be there

Anytime the times get too tough

Anytime your best ain't enough

I'll be the one to make it better

I'll be there to protect you, see you through

I'll be there, and there is nothing, I won't do.

I will cross the ocean for you

I will go and bring you the moon

I will be your hero, your strength, anything you need

I will be the sun in your sky

I will light your way or all time, promise you,

For you I will, yes.

*

Look at him. He is actually playing the part so well...who knew that he could go from depressed, anti-social Harry Potter whom I saw battered on the Hogwarts train to...this? Gods, maybe he should have been one of those things the Muggles call actors, because Merlin knows he is good at it! He is actually acting exactly like me; an arsehole.

Urgh, look at Pansy pining over him. She looks even more sickening from afar...hanging off his arm...That girl is absolutely insufferable!

Not the point, Draco, not the point.

Even if he isn't in his own body, I'm glad that Harry can at least act like he's having a good time. He deserves to be happy, and I know it's all a facade right now to keep up appearance, but it's better than what he was doing at the beginning of term. He just moped around after Weasel and the Muggle-born, like a lost pup. Then there was his outbursts.

He even lost face in front of the entire school a couple of times, it utterly amazed me how much power emenated from him at those moments. Now I'll never question again how it was a sixteen year-old boy defeated the Dark Lord, it's quite obvious that there's a lot more to Harry than meets the eye. Yet, there's still so much I have to learn about him, so much that he keeps to himself that he will not let on about. I wonder what else he's hiding beneath those eyes...

What happened to him in the summer, Gods I wonder for how long that's been going on. My guess isn't long. He was never this detatched any other school years, I'd have known considering how much I trailed after him. Now I do it for an entirely different reason.

I feel as though since I am the only one who truly knows what he has been through now, that I have been charged with the decree of protecting him. Even if I wasn't, I would want to do it anyway. Nobody deserves to get what he did, and being who he is and how he finally freed me from the inevitable Death Eater ranks by murdering that sick bastard, he deserves a lot more than what this world can give him.

Ontop of everything, I have no idea why he even deals with these insufferable Gryffindors. They are absolutely, dreadfully annoying. They treat him like he's a child, but he's done and seen so much more than they could ever imagine! They weren't there for so much of what he went through - so why are they so keen on pretending like they understand?!

I swear that one of these days I am going to show it to those two, they need to back off of him. Between their hassling, school homework, and the rest of the student body, Harry has absolutely no time to deal with everything. Even the werewolf can't seem to live the guy alone!

Has his life always been like this? With people constantly flanking his sides, treating him like a tender child? If so, I have no idea how he hasn't commited mass murder by now...

He looks so carefree right now, just because he isn't really himself. I want him to be able to act like that when he's in his own body. I want to be there, making him laugh and smile when he is truly being himself. I think I can do it. I do not know how, but I just know that I need to.

Harry might not need me that much to do this, but I myself need him. I am not too sure when it happened, all I know is that it did happen. I need Harry Potter in my life, and I want him there.

I do not want us to be hateful anymore, or to insult one another. But I want us to kiss again. I want him to share all his hopes, fears and dreams with me. Is there anyway that I can somehow get him to trust me that much, to have a relationship that extensive with me? I hope so, because it is something I have always wanted ever since First Year.

When I attempted to befriend him, it was my in the face to my Father because I knew it would have rattled his chain. Instead, I was sourly rejected in front of the entire school. That was unacceptable, a Malfoy being rejected? I couldn't handle it at the time so I did the only other thing I knew how to - I tried to make his life at school living hell.

And I have never felt worse about anything in the entire world.

Hogwarts was his only escape from the terror and absolute Hell he experienced at the Dursleys with those aweful, ungrateful Muggle relatives. I always used to think he was spoiled rotten, The Precious Boy-Who-Lived, resting on his riches and royalties somewhere hidden away from the public eye.

Instead he was enduring something I could have never imagined, something that his best friends still don't even know about. But now I do know. Now somebody other than those involved knows, and I need to do something about it. For mine and Harry's sake, I need to fix everything that has been wronged.

I hope he lets me do it, because it would be a lot easier for me to have his help than having to go behind his back to teach those damned Muggles a lesson.

Harry, I promise to you that I will never let harm come to you ever again. I will protect you from everything and everyone. You will not hurt anymore, and you will finally get the chance to be happy like you have always deserved. I will give you anything and everything you ask of me.

And you will be mine. Because for some reason I feel that of all people in this world, Harry, you see me for I really am and you like me...Undearneath It All.

"Harry, mate! Wake up!" Ron was shaking him now, Draco snapped out of his thoughts and jerked his arm away from the other Gryffindor.

"What?" Draco asked wearily, his eyes were finally drawn away from the Slytherin Table and towards those who sat around him. Ginny Weasley was staring at him intently, Ron and Hermione were sitting across from him with concerned faces.

"You spaced out on us for quite awhile...you alright?" Ron questioned, his girlfriend clutching his hand ontop of the table.

"Yeah, I'm fine...just thinking s'all..." he trailed off, looking down at his barely touched food. It was dinner-time on Wednesday evening and he didn't feel up to eating much of anything. He was surprised that when he had switched bodies with Harry, he suddenly felt a constant aversion to food. Is that why Harry was so scrawny and yet so muscular at the sametime? 'Probably because those damned Muggles made him do all those chores and hardly fed him...'

"Well, whatever you're thinking about d'you wanna put it aside for awhile to goto the library and finished our Transfiguration?"

"Tonight?"

"Of course tonight, it is due tomorrow first thing in the morning!" Hermione said, sounded absolutely appalled as per usual when it came to homework deadlines.

Draco rolled his eyes and dug his fork into his meatloaf with the slight nod of his head, which felt like it was exploding. Harry's bruises were fading, his broken bones felt more mended than just a week ago, but there were still the consistant migrane's and aches that shot through his body every once and awhile. It was enough to make Draco feel constantly sick.

"Do you guys mind if I tag along? I've got loads of Dark Arts to do, I don't really understand it..." Ginny said, sounding innocent as she stared at Harry's depleted form.

"Fine, but don't be a brat," Ron muttered, never exactly enjoying having his little sister hanging around them but he understood it was because of her undying crush on his best friend, for reasons he couldn't fathom.

Once dinner was finished and they were up in the library, books sprawled across a table near the back and pieces of messy parchments scribbled on, Draco found himself admiring the certain chicken scratch scrawl on his own notes. For some reason, he found Harry's inability to write correctly with a quill...cute. Obviously he hadn't had as many years as Pureblood or regular Half-blood families, considering he was raised as a Muggle. Then again, so was Granger and her writing was neat enough.

Draco was smiling down at his notes, receiving a rather curious look from Ginny who barely paid any attention whatsoever to her own homework, having only tagged along to spend more time with Harry.

"Malfoy...thinks he's all that..." Ron mumbled angrily, he was temporarily distracted from his homework as he glared across the library at Harry and the usual group of Slytherins.

Draco quickly looked up from his own work, he saw that by the window sat Harry, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. He smirked at this, finally Harry was comfortable enough to actually walk around the castle like he owned it with the other Slytherin's bustling after him. Finally he was getting quite into character, much to Draco's liking for it was rather amusing. 'What was Harry thinking at this very moment?'

"Now Ronald, he's just doing homework like we should be doing!" Hermione scolded him, forcing her boyfriend to turn back to his work grudgingly.

Draco, however, couldn't concentrate on his page for more than three seconds before quickly glancing up at the group again. He watched as Harry stood up from the table of snickering Slytherin's, with a smirk firmly in place on his pale face. Draco smiled as Harry sauntered over to the Transfiguration section, his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Gonna go look for another book," Draco mumbled as he stood up from the table and quickly slipped into the Transgiruation section behind Harry.

As Harry turned to him his smirk fell into a soft smile, Draco smiled back as he approached him cautiously. "We're working on that essay too," he said with a grin.

"Yeah, McGonagall's a bugger," Harry had taken his hands out of his pockets and seemed to be nervously fidgeting with them now, Draco smiled at the thought of how cute this was. "So...how's everything going?"

"Good, fine," Draco assured him, "What about with you? It seems as though you are finally getting..."

"Comfortable?" Harry substituted for him with a smirk, "Yeah, it's kinda fun being you, actually,"

"I do not think I can say the exact same," Draco frowned as he saw Harry's features fall.

"I'm sorry, Draco. I...didn't mean for you to get the bad end of this bargain,"

"Nonesense! It was my idea in the first place, Harry, please do not feel bad. It is not like it is your fault," Draco assured, he had taken another step forward, he could feel Harry's nervous breath on his cheek at this point as their eyes were locked, Harry shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"No, well, erm...maybe...d'you wanna get together tonight? I mean, if you're not doing anything. We can't really talk right now, uhm, they'll wonder where..."

Draco laughed, cutting off Harry's sentence, and Harry was finding himself wondering what a true laugh from the real Draco would sound like in his own body. "That sounds wonderful. Room of Requirments, ten o'clock?"

"Sure, uhm..you might need this," Harry mumbled as he thrust a book in Draco's direction before hurrying out of the shelves.

Draco smirked at the boys awkward nervousness, he thought it was entertaining and just added to his growing feelings for the boy. "You alright?" Ginny's voice drew him out of his thoughts as his face turned to its usual cold, withdrawn look.

"Fine," he simply answered before walking past her and out of the shelves back to their table. Ginny frowned, she had seen Draco walk in and there Harry follow after and was surprised when no curses were heard or seen. Keeping this privy information to herself, she rejoined the other three at their table.

*

I will shield your heart from the rain

I won't let no harm come your way

Oh, these arms will be your shelter

No, these arms won't let you down

If there is a mountain to move

I will move that mountain for you.

*

"So, what is it you wanted to talk about?" Draco asked as he entered the Room, slipping of the cloak of Invisibility and sliding down on the couch beside Harry who looked slightly appalled at him.

"You know about my Cloak!?"

"Of course I do. You did not think I would not do some snooping around?"

"Draco!"

"C'mon, Harry, admit it. You have done it too," Draco winked, at the sudden crimson tinge on Harry's cheeks, he knew that he was right in his assumption.

"Yeah, you're bloody family ring talked to me," Harry mumbled, crossing his arms and glaring at the unlit fireplace before them. The Room was transpired into what they originally always met in; cold, stone walls with no widnows and one couch.

"It...what?" Draco questioned, he knew what ring he was talking about but how did it talk to him?

"Yeah, the snakes bloody well come to life if touched by a Parselmouth. Scared the hell outta me, just to let you know. And they knew I wasn't, erm, you, somehow,"

"Of course they knew, snakes see inside a persons mind, sort of like Leglimens do but in more of a natural sense," Draco explained, knowing fully well that this wasn't everyday knowledge Wizards, and especially muggle-raised wizards, would know.

They sat in uncomfortable silence for a few more minutes before the samething that had been itching at the back of Draco's mind for days finally got the better of him. "Harry, I have something to confess,"

Harry immediately looked even more uncomfortable but he nodded his assent, his eyes never leaving the mantle place. "I have no idea how you lived with the pain you lived with for so long but...I simply could not. It was too much to bear, even with the Reliever Potions. I felt as though something was wrong,"

"Draco," Harry began warningly, "What did you do?"

Draco blushed, he really didn't want what he did to ruin what him and Harry had been building together and he also didn't want to keep secrets from the boy any longer. "I had to tell somebody. So I went to Pomfrey and she..."

"YOU WHAT?!" Harry had jumped up from the sofa, his fists clenched and his face red with complete anger as all of it was direction at Draco.

Draco sighed, knowing that this was how he was going to react. He slowly rose from the couch and put up his hands in gentle protest. "Now, Harry just listen to me. I told her I fell. Of course she did not believe me, but she gave me a check anyway. It turns out you had quite a few broken bones, and a rib that nearly punctured your lung! They cannot be healed magically, or at least they just need time to set now. But I promise it was all for the better, your body feels a lot better..."

"She didn't prod? You didn't tell her?"

"No, of course I did not! Harry, you think I would tell her? I would never tell a soul," Draco promised, his gaze unwavering into Harry's eyes intensely. "Still, she made me speak with Lupin. She was going to bring McGonagall in but I asked specifically for him. She obliged and he was furious when he came in...I haven't a clue the connection between the two of you still, but all I know is that he did not make me till him and he allowed me to keep what happened secret. He was disappointed, of course, but that is round about all," Draco watched as Harry visibly calmed down, his fists unclenched and he took a few deep breaths before slumping back down on the couch.

"Remus didn't ask?" his tone sounded empty.

"Oh, he did. He looked like he was going to murder me if I did not tell him! But I knew it was more prudent to keep your secrets than to go around telling the Professor about them," Draco explained earnestly, he reached over and grabbed ahold of Harry's slightly shaking hand. "Everything is fine now, and you need not tell Remus unless you want to. Although, I think the old man is going to drive himself up the wall without knowing. Still, it is up to you," his thumb stroked across Harry's palm, and Draco was surprised when he felt a squeeze back. He smiled at this until Harry slipped his hand from the others and stood up slowly.

"I-I need to go," he said and started towards the door as Draco stood in protest. "Don't worry, I'm not mad. I just need to think, is all. I'll see you on Saturday," Harry sent a reassuring, faltering smile Draco's way before leaving him alone in the Room of Requirments.

*

I'm here for you, I'm here forever

I will be your fortress tall and strong

I'll keep you safe, I'll stand beside you right or wrong

Lay my life on the line, for you I will fight, oh

For you I will die, with every breath, with all my soul

I'll give my word, I'll give it all

Put your faith in me, put your faith in me

And I'll do anything...