Title: Daunting

Pairing: Harry and Draco

POV: Draco

Summary: I knew in the end I would fight for him, kill for him and probably die for him, but I didn't care because he saved me from my worst possible enemy…myself.

Rating: T for now

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter if I did I would not be on here doing this. I also don't own the Steven King quote and if you can find it in there somewhere you get a gold sticker.

Author notes: Hello everyone, it's been mentioned in a review that it's a bit confusing which pov it's in so I'll say at the start of every chapter that the whole story will be in Draco's point of view who is telling the story to his daughter. There is going to be no switching between characters or anything like that, it' all in Draco's view, hope that's cleared up and no one gets confused now.

Thank you to my wonderful reviewers …. I do this now for you

I would like however to get a few more reviews before I update again, so my plan is to wait until I get between 10 and 12 reviews and then I'll update again, which isn't really a lot, 3 more reviews? Anyway, thanks for reading and on with the show.

Chapter 7

Darkness.

Then the pain and the haze.

Then the awareness that although the pain was constant it was sometime buried by an uneasy compromise which I supposed was the relief I was alive.

I stared at the wall on my left; I had been doing it for hours, only taking breaks when I started to drift in and out of consciousness. How long I had been in here I do not know, it didn't really cross my mind to ask neither, I had not spoken since the incident and I would dam well not slip up by asking a simple question.

No.

It was just better to keep my mouth shut.

My thought ran around my head, and as much as I tried to catch them I could not for some reason keep up.

They had begged, pleaded, shouted and screamed at me to spill, but I would not, I was different now and if that meant by keeping the pain of knowing to myself I would.

He came to me every night may I add? When they weren't they trying to protect me from my invisible bully's, of course, Hermione new, I did not know if she knew it all or just most or very little but she had not mentioned it so neither would I. But of course she knew.

But yes I must tell you he did come every night, at first he thought I was asleep, I was shocked and scared when he sat down beside me, but then he flickered a finger over, barley touching the back of my bandaged hand and all at once he started to sob, long pain fill sobs that broke my heart and made me angry all in one. I listened to him cry, not giving him comfort but letting him wash himself in the guilt he had caused.

The second time he came, I was waiting for him, I had struggled myself into a upright sitting position, ready to scream obscenities at him for even thinking he could look at me after what he had done. I waited. He did not fail to disappoint and he came as soft as he had before. He walked in with his head down, not seeing me awake.

I coughed.

His head snapped up and he froze in fear, it made my chest swell in pride, oh all the things i could do to you Mr. Potter.

He made to step back but I was far too gone by this point, far to worked up in my delicate state to just let him get away. "Don't," I snarled, and he froze dead in his place, like a rabbit caught in the head lights, "Don't even think about running away, I want answers, now, and since I haven't told anyone what you've done I think you should bloody well give me what I want," I gave no room for compromise.

He nodded softly, keeping his eyes low as he walked closer to me in my hospital bed, but he did not sit and I did not offer him a chair, stand.

"Why have you been coming to see me?" I asked quietly but still my voice commanded the room, it gave him no chance of escape and he knew this.

"Because I needed to know you were safe, because even just a flicker of your eyes or the clench of your fingers made me breathe a little easier." And all at once I was deflated, the anger soared out of my body and left me as quick as it had come, with just a sentence once again he had somehow managed to turn him upside down and shake his world to pieces.

"Get out," I whispered to the other boy.

He went to answer but I turned my head, I faced the wall on my other side, closed my eyes and prayed he left. I could hear him get up but then he stood and did not move again, for a few blind moments I thought he was never going to move but then he did and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

That was the first night I cried myself to sleep and it was not the last time.

"I brought you your homework," a deep voice pulled me from my thoughts, I snapped my head from and at the end of the bed stood the 'boy weasel'.

"Thanks." I replied, maybe if I don't say anything he will go away.

"Can I talk to you?"

"I thought you already are," go away.

The red head walked closer to me and perched himself at the end of my bed, "When are you getting out of here?" he asked but I wasn't fooled.

"Get to the point Ron," I sighed.

"All I wanted to say is that I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not being there, for not stopping him when I knew what he was capable of," he looked down at his feet, "I just want you to know now that I've put the past behind me, like you've done, and I'm going to be there, for you." And he looked so sincere that I could do nothing but believe him.