Okay, I hope you guys like this chapter more, I admit the last one was a bit limp but I went back and changed it, I hope its better now, but I thought a lot of it was nessisary... Oh and I still need a beta, im trying to find one but its surprisingly hard….where does that come word from anyway, why is it called a beta? Anyway, please review my lovies!

Soon winter snow turned to spring showers, the days got steadily longer and Harry fell more and more in love. By now Draco remembered some more things, it came back in drips and drabs, like the smell of his father or how to play certain songs on the piano.

It was just after lunch and Harry and Draco were happily kissing in the kitchen, Harry slowly ran his hands up Draco's top and grazed his nipple. Sex between the two of them was still a bit strange, even after almost a year. But this was one of those times that Draco wasn't wearing his collar, and Harry just wanted him to feel good.

Soon their tops and jeans were on the floor and Harry pecked Draco lovingly on the lips, before turning him round and spreading his legs. Draco braced himself on the counter and moaned as Harry inserted a finger inside of him. Harry smiled, loving and he that Draco loved it, and he slipped another figure in, taking his time in prepping his baby, he was always so paranoid he would hurt him. When he was ready, Harry pushed himself in slowly and almost lazily, lovingly fucking him, taking it slow and sweet. They panted and moaned, and Harry placed a huge love bite on his neck. When they came they came together, Harry inside of Draco and Draco all over the counter top.

They kissed once more and Harry spelled them dry. "I'm going to go out for a bit, okay baby?" Harry asked, wanting to return a library book before the rain started. "yes of course master." Draco stood on his tip toes and pecked him on the nose, before happily heading off the clean the house. Harry left, a smile on his face. He was happily inside the library by the time the rain started, in fact he barly noticed it.

Back at the flat the rain tapped rhythmically on the windows, and Draco continued his journey round the house. It was a big house, and it would take him most of the day to get though cleaning all of it, but it made him happy, in a way. He moved from the music room into the dining room, a long room with a long table set with silver and crystal. In the corner there was a grandfather clock. The sound echoed around the room, filling it in a slightly ominous way, a slightly familiar way….

Tick, tick, tick; the mechanical sound of a clock

Tap, tap, tap; the pitter patter of rain

There was something of an earth quake going on inside Draco, he felt as if he was on the edge of a precipice, balancing perfectly, but on the edge of what he didn't yet know.

He let out a long, shaky sigh. It was enough to make him fall over the edge.

Those elements, he had heard them all before. It hit him like a tidal wave, like an explosion going off inside of his head.

Draco was sitting on his bed, doing his best to enjoy his last evening at home. He felt a shiver run threw him that had nothing to do with the storm raging outside... the only other sounds in the room were Draco's irregular breathing and the ticking clock, which Draco felt a sudden irrational hatred for.

Hatred.

The flood gates had been opened.

He remembered.

Walking down the corridor, running in to Potter, insulting each other, throwing a punch, sneering at him and his stupid friends - his fucking equal, no not even, his fucking inferior.

Potter falling down the stairs, his big feet getting in the way as usual. That stupid grin, that infernal Gryffindor earnestness, the idiocy of it, of him.

Playing him in quiddich, neck and neck with him, making him work for every win he ever had.

And then back to his first memory, potter coming in to his house and enslaving him, making him say thank you. Throwing him across a table forcing himself inside of Draco while he sobbed and begged.

No reason, no cause, no right.

He understood now what had happened now, understood all too well. Remembered the utter contempt and hatred he had once had. The all-consuming hatred burned him, eating his mind, his body, his capacity for rational thought.

He let out a scream, a primal noise of anger and pain.

Draco's whole body shook with anger, he grabbed the nearest thing to him; a large glass vase and spun around, hurling the thing at the wall. it shattered with a beautifully final sound and sent shards of glass everywhere. "I hate you." He bellowed at the empty house "I hope you DIE"

Draco let out a scream, just a yell, no words; there weren't any words that could describe what he was feeling. The pain, the anger, the understanding it was too much, just too much. His magic went hay wire, ripping through the house, exploding the glass in the windows and shredding the furniture. "I HATE YOU." He bellowed again, he wanted Potter to know, to feel all the hatred Draco held for him, but he couldn't, he would never understand just what he had done.

It wasn't just Draco's body that was shaking, it was his very soul, he was so, so angry. Angry, betrayed, murderous, hurt, terrified, furious. He never knew he could feel this much. Like an ice pick into his skull, the truth threatened to kill him with the unrelenting presence of it.

He wanted to destroy Harry, his house, his life, his very being. He flew through to the kitchen and grabbed a steak knife, before turning towards the wall and carving into it.

First; an I: the letter two feet tall, the wall paper curling as Draco drove the knife into it.

HATE: His arm was shaking with the effort of it, the wall was well made, but he was not going to give up.

YOU: And he did, he really did. The intensity of it burned inside of him, like he was about to be split in two. The memoires of everything, fucking everything crashed around inside of him. The abuse he had suffered from, the fact that his father was dead, the war, Hogwarts, there was so much all he could do was scream and destroy.

So he went through the rooms and did exactly that. More words carved into the walls; evil, rapist, vile, hate, he felt that the fire inside of him would never burn out. But he didn't get much further, it was a huge flat. He was lucky, in fact that he heard the front door open over all the noise he was making. There was a slight pause and then; "Draco?" Harry yelled, taking in the devastation that was now his front hall.

Draco froze, terror over coming him. He couldn't face Potter, he was still so incredibly angry, but not that brave.

Without thinking, he apperated into the ether, going to the first place he thought of; Severus's house. He landed in the garden, thankfully in one piece.

It was still fucking raining.

Which was good in a way, it calmed him down a little. He turned his face to the sky and felt the water run over his lips, his chin, his eye lids.

Severus meanwhile marched into the garden, his wand raised, altered by his wards that there was an intruder on his grounds.

He was about to send a stunner at the man, but luckily he recognised him just in time.

"draco?" He bellowed over the rain, now working up to a full out storm. "come inside"

Draco look at him gormlessly, mind drifting into shock at what he had just done. Severus couldn't be sure if he hadn't understood the invitation, or if he had drifted into another sort of madness, but for a moment he stood perfectly still.

"I HATE HIM." He yelled over the wind and rain, still not moving. By now the two men were soaked to the skin, and Severus had to cautiously lead Draco inside, wishing he could be happy about this new development.