Thank you all so much for the kind reviews! They really mean a lot to me 3 Im sorry for only the hinting at a Drarry pairing, I promise Ill eventually stop beating around the bush and just hit you guys in the face with it or something. I suppose you'll have to keep reading to find out. C: So without further to do here's the next chapter!

Chapter Five

The trip back to Hogwarts was hell.

By this time Harry was losing the feeling in his hands and feet. His face felt like it was on fire as the cold wind sliced across it. He summoned what was left of his strength and managed to get Draco off the ground. He slung the unconscious's boy's arm over his shoulder and attempted to get them back.

His first few steps felt excruciating. The snow was nearly up to his calves and he was carrying the weight of two. His feet felt like two ton bricks as he tried to get them to move forward. Getting back seemed impossible. He looked over and saw Draco's head dangling from his shoulders, his blond hair covering most of this pale face. He needed to get him back to Hogwarts before things got worse.

Somehow, despite the odds that were stacked against them, Harry managed to reach the school. But by the time he got there, he was shaking immensely from the cold. He stumbled up the front steps, nearly falling over and dropping Draco. With a new found determination, he stumbled inside the Gryffindor dorms, were Hermione and Ron had been waiting anxiously.

He was bombarded with questions, but they all seemed to blur together and he could barely make it up the stairs leading to his dorm room. He set Draco down on his bed, and took a step back to look at the damage. He didn't notice his friends who were now standing behind him.

"Is he dead?" Ron asked and Hermione punched his arm. "Shut up!"

Harry's eyes were dull now, completely void of any emotion. The look on his face scared them.

"I don't know, Hermione did I kill him?" the fear in his voice made her anxious and she pushed past him. Kneeling over Draco, she put her ear to his chest, her curly hair falling all over him.

"His hearts still beating Harry. Getting someone drunk doesn't kill them you know." Harry shook his head.

"It's not that Hermione. We got into a fight and I ended up pushing him too far. I think he hit the ground really hard." She stared at him with accusing eyes, as if she was about to scold him.

"What did you figure-"

"Shut up!" Harry growled at Ron, making both his friends nearly jump, "We need to get him warm or he'll die." The amount of concern that Harry had for Draco was alarming to say the least, but then again his current state was Harry's fault. Hermione performed a warming spell over Draco but it didn't seem to make much of a difference. He still didn't wake up.

They went to go sit in front of the fire while they waited for him to wake up. Harry was grateful for the warmth of the fire. The orange flames danced in front of them, creating black shadows all around the room.

"What happened exactly?" Hermione asked, her head on Ron's shoulder as she huddled next to him for comfort. Harry let out a long sigh before starting the story.

"I don't know exactly. There's something really wrong with him though. He's really messed up." He paused and looked up at the stairs leading to his room, as though he expected Draco to be listening.

"He told me that he needed to kill someone…or Voldemort was going to kill his father… He seemed really upset about it too." He didn't tell them about the death eater mark. He didn't know how to. They stared into the fire for awhile, saying nothing. The gravity of the situation was finally beginning to set it in. They had gotten themselves mixed up in something that would be hard to get out of.

Not long after that Hermione left to go to sleep and Harry and Ron went back upstairs. Both of them nearly jumped out of their skin when they realized that Harry's bed was now empty. They drew their wands and stood together, both not knowing what Draco could be up to.

What he actually was up to was completely harmless. They found him in their small bathroom, leaning over the toilet puking his guts out. Ron closed the door and leaned against it, looking at his friend with wide eyes.

"Harry what exactly did you bring home with you?" Harry smiled a bit at that. He knocked on the door lightly.

"Are you okay in there?" The reply made him and Ron chuckle.

"Go to hell Potter!"About twenty minutes later Draco stepped out of the bathroom looking exhausted. He glared at both the boys and walked back over to Harry's bed where he immediately collapsed.

"Dang Harry, how much did he drink?" Harry simply shrugged. He honestly couldn't remember, "where are you going to sleep seeming as the "prince" has taken your bed as his own?"

Ron was right, Draco had obviously claimed his sleeping space for the night. It was a wonder how someone who was still under the influence of alcohol, heavily wounded, and probably frostbitten still had the nerve to take whatever he wanted.

Part of Harry wanted to shove that conceited jerk right onto the floor, but he couldn't stop recalling the horror on Draco's face when he'd been pushed to the ground. The evident amount of pain and frustration he'd expressed when he'd revealed his darkest secret was enough to stop Harry from making him get up.

Grumbling, he grabbed a pillow and one of the many blankets from his bed, and tried his best to make a bed for himself on the floor.

The rest of the night was spent staring at the ceiling. Harry was filled with unsettling emotions. Draco Malfoy was arrogant and extremely agitating, and yet Harry felt guilt at what he'd done, and sympathy towards him. He didn't know how it was possible to feel sympathy for someone so rotten on the inside, but the feeling refused to go away.

He was so consumed with these conflicting emotions that the cold feeling of the floor and uncomfortable make-shift bed hardly bothered him. After what seemed like hours of tossing and turning, he finally found himself drifting off to sleep. He closed his eyes, but his thoughts of sleep were suddenly interrupted.

From the bed next to him he could hear what sounded like sobbing. Unsure of what to do, he lay still and listened. From the sound of it Draco was having a nightmare. He tossed and turned on the bed, quietly sobbing to himself.

At first Harry tried to ignore him and go to sleep, but the guilt was so enormous he couldn't possibly fall asleep now. Growling, he tore the blanket off and stood up so that he was standing over Draco. The color had still not returned to his face and he hardly looked better than he had earlier. His face was covered in sweat and he was shaking violently.

Draco was perhaps the most puzzling person Harry had ever met, and he had met quite a few interesting people in his years at Hogwarts. He put up a front like he was on top of the world, and yet here he was crying in his sleep. Harry thought someone as evil and conniving as Draco would have rejoiced in becoming a death eater, but he seemed genuinely distraught.

For some reason, watching Draco like this almost made him want to comfort him. The expression on Draco's face resembled that of a scared child. Perhaps it was the guilt he'd been feeling all day that made him want to console Draco, but and he didn't question it. Almost as if by instinct, he slowly reached down the stroke the blond boy's hair. Though he'd never had a loving mother, he imagined this was what it must have been like to soothe a frightened child.

Almost like magic, the look of pain on Draco's face slowly faded into one of calm. Harry studied his reaction closely, staring at the bony features of his face. While sleeping Draco looked harmless, peaceful even, but he couldn't forget that death eater mark branded onto his wrist.

Something about that peaceful look on Draco's face made Harry want to help him, to take responsibility for him and protect him. But these feelings…they weren't right. He'd only felt that way about one other person before. Ginny. And she was…well she was so much more perfect than Draco. Ginny reminded him of warmth, joy, and beauty, while Draco...well he was filled with cold, hate and arrogance.

Frustrated, he curled into a ball on the floor and pulled the covers over his head. He didn't like these feelings or this situation.

He fell asleep, hoping that when he woke up everything would be back to normal and he could forget about Draco Malfoy.

Merry Christmas Everyone! I hope you all had a lovely Holiday. There's a tiny bit of Drarry for you guys in there! Stay tuned for the next chapter where we will find Harry becoming more and more conflicted with his feelings for both Ginny and Draco, and Draco acting on an impulse that might cost him dearly.

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