Hey guys, wow its been ages since I updated, SO SORRY but I wont do it again! I did however take the time to re-read this story and I have to ask; WHY DO YOU READ THIS? it's so depressing! I have to say I didn't really relize how angsty it was until I re-read it. But please do keep reading! Love and kisses!

Harry flew. He raced down the stairs, heart in his mouth, vision blurred with tears. He spirinted past the other apartments. Only dimly aware of anything else in the world. He knocked into someone as he ran, they called after him, but he didn't care, he burst into the street mind aflame with terrible images of what he would find.

His baby, his angel, his Draco, his responsibility.

Dead. Not only dead but splatted across the pavement, oozing blood and organs. Bones crushed and all life gone.

His fault.

But…he couldn't find him. He spirited around the perimeter of the building, and still nothing, not even a drop of blood. He stopped, heart hammering, mind cartwheeling to find some explanation.

"Mr Potter?" Someone called; he turned around in a daze and saw an old-ish, well-dressed woman walking his way. Vaguely he recognised her as his land lord, although they had only met once, when Harry moved in.

"What?" he croaked mouth dry, he really didn't have time to talk about rent or anything right now, he had to find-

"He's in here love. I have him." "What-"he asked unable to comprehend what she was saying. She beckoned for him to follow and he shakily did so. They went back inside and entered her home.

It was a nice apartment, not as nice or as big as his, but nice.

She led him around a corner, and there, on a pale pink couch lay his angel, his Draco, alive and well and breathing peacefully, as if in a deep sleep.

"The tenant before you had a cat that liked to go on the balcony. She absolutely insisted that we install some safety spells in case the creature fell off. It seemed a good idea so I kept it after she left. Anything that falls from there ends up right here. "She explained. Harry moved towards Draco as if in a daze, stoking his forehead gently, just to make sure he was real.

"He should wake up in a few moments." She informed him. Harry just gapped at her, not understanding…anything. And sure enough, before Harry even had his wits collected, Draco moaned and opened his eyes…and blushed when he saw his master.

I should have known better, really, Draco thought, obviously I won't be able to leave without his permission, won't even be able to die. Of course Master will be the one to decide that for me, how could I have thought otherwise? I'm such an idiot….

Harry threw himself at Draco, squeezing him in a tight hug. "Draco! Draco darling Draco…" he kept repeating, rocking back and forth slightly. His landlady cleared her throat softly and Harry scrambled to get up, all too aware he was in her home…and that he needed to have a very serious talk with Draco.

They heeded back to their own apartment in silence, Harry stunned, Draco embarrassed.

They headed in to one of the parlours, Harry wasn't really aware which. He sat down on one of the love seats and motioned for Draco to join him. For a moment Harry just stared at the other man, head still reeling.

"Why?" Harry finally asked. Draco hung his head. "I thought… I thought we had such a great day today baby. I thought you enjoyed it." Harry continued, a slight shake in his voice.

"I did"Draco whispered, Harry had to lean in closer to be able to hear him. "I had the best day of my life."

"But…then, why did you jump?" Draco said something, but even quieter this time, harry couldn't catch it. "What was that baby? Can you um, speak up, a little?"

"I didn't want you to take my collar away." Harry's jaw dropped, was that what this was all about? Seriously? Draco's lip began to tremble, before Harry knew what the hell was going on, Draco had launched himself in to Harry's lap, clinging on to him for dear life. " don't take it away, please, please master I'll be so good, soooo good I promise I always will be always always always, but don't take it away master, let me stay here with you, I'll be good you won't even know im here. I'll be good." By now Draco was sobbing into Harry's shirt, fingures fisted into the fabric in a death like grip.

"oh baby…" Harry exhaled, before wrapping his arms around him, pulling him close. "Please k-keep me." Draco whimpered. "Oh babe, I will, of course I will. You're going to be mine for a very long time." Draco beamed into Harry's chest, but Harry just closed his eyes in despair. He now understood, perhaps for the first time, just how long it was going to take them to do this.

If, they were going to. At the moment it just didn't seem too certain.

Harry leaned back and Draco sniffled in to his shirt. Should he perhaps give up? He had never, ever in his life given up. But…God, he was killing him! It was pure luck that Draco hadn't died today, and if he was really depressed enough to give up his life… Wouldn't it just be kinder to accept Draco as he was? To make sure he never had another worry again? To truly be 'Master', to provide for, and love, and protect…

He kissed Draco softly on the head and squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't know, he just didn't know. What he did know what that they were both exhausted. Draco still wasn't up to a lot of physical exercise and he had actually done that a lot today, with the running, and swimming….and jumping of off the balcony. Harry shivered. Anyway, the point was, they had both had a long day, and all Harry wanted was just to relax for the next few hours.

And more or less that's what happened. Draco cooked for him, obviously, but they ate together, and curled up on the couch and…just relaxed. It had been a crazy, insane, totally mad day. But as Harry fell asleep with Draco in his arms, he relized it hadn't been all bad.

The next morning he woke up groggy and sad. He curled up and tried desperately to think of a way to make Draco at least a little happier. What was it his mother had said? Harry tried to remember….and then it came to him, the ballet!

After the craziness of yesterday Harry had forgotten all about it, but he soon discovered that The Royal Magical Academy of Ballet were doing a production of "La Fille mal gardée" This week. Harry had no idea what it was about, but the name sounded really posh. He thought Draco would like it.

And he was right; when he told Draco he was over joyed, clapping his hands together and squealing with delight. Harry felt strangely proud of himself.

The days leading up to the show were as uneventfull as they ever were for Harry, which is to say, not very. He still didn't understand Draco and was losing hope that he ever would. But in essence, Draco was happier than Harry thought he was. He was proud that Master hadn't punished him in ages, and Severus had come to see him again, and he wasn't starving anymore. What more could he want?

On the eve of the ballet, Draco stood in front of the mirror, robes of iridescent sea green hugging his slim form. It was so simple, but so elegant. Harry beamed at him, Draco really didn't need any more than that, he was beautiful, just the way he was.

His red collar peeped out a bit from under the top of his robes, but it was largely unnoticeable. Harry swallowed nervously; he had already sat Draco down and explained to him that he couldn't address Harry as "master" in public. He was horrified. Thankfully, Harry had decided to bite the bullet and tell Draco as soon as possible, and a good thing it was too, because it took him a few days to get used to it. In fact Harry wasn't 100 per cent certain he was used to it, even now.

"You look divine darling." Harry declared. "Thank you master!" He spun around for him and looked in the mirror, grinning. He did look good. And he knew it, perhaps not in the way that he knew it when he was at Hogwarts, not in the devastating, soul deep way, but he wasn't blind.

And it made him just a little better.

Harry wasn't looking to shabby either, in robes of a forest green that complimented Draco's beautifully. For harry that's what the whole evening was about; pleasing Draco.

They had dinner at an exquisite French place, and although Draco was hardly chatty he didn't call Harry master. Harry felt like jumping up and down with joy, certain that this had to mean something good.

The ballet its self was….god it was long. Harry felt like such a philistine, but it was kind of boring to be honest. Draco clearly loved it though and hearing every little gasp or sigh of pleasure from him made it so worth it for Harry.

The show was something to do with these lovers…. And they couldn't get married or something, because of the girl's mother, but Harry was pretty sure they got together in the end. Draco would know. He clearly understood and adored it. But Draco could talk about nothing apart from how beautiful it was, how magnificent…. And Harry didn't want to interrupt that.

As they crawled into bed that night, harry nibbled on his lip sadly. Draco had been so happy tonight. Maybe…maybe this was who Draco was now. Maybe he shouldn't try and change him, maybe that would be wrong. Maybe he could just make him happy. He sighed and rolled Draco a little closer.

It would mean staying with him forever, a little voice inside him said.

I wouldn't mind that…. he smiled sadly, before falling into sweet sleep.