Draco strode crisply up the long white hallway, a wooden breakfast tray in his hands laden with a small meal of scrambled eggs, whole wheat toast with butter, two maple sausage links and a plastic cup of freshly squeezed orange juice. The plate and utensils were also made of a soft durable plastic.

He rapped smartly on the door near the end of the hallway and deposited his wand into the container attached to the wall before turning the knob.

The heavy door opened into a small bright bedroom. The walls were painted a soothing pale green and the floors were made of an expensive greyish-brown hardwood. The long thick curtains were drawn but the sunshine was trying to peek in around every corner, casting cheery beams into the depths of the room. The only furniture in the bedroom was a single wooden chair and a double bed in the centre adorned with plush white linen and soft pillows. Lying spread-eagled in the middle of the bed, arms and legs tied to the bedposts, was a very pissed-off looking Harry Potter.

Draco smirked a little as he walked over and set the tray down on the chair before turning to his new house guest. "How are you feeling?"

Harry's eyes widened in outrage as he tried to splutter out a coherent response. "Wh- How…. What the fuck are you doing to me Malfoy?!"

"I am treating you," Draco replied calmly, linking his hands together behind his back and gazing down at Harry.

"Treating me? What do you mean treating me?" Harry demanded. "Untie me you sick bastard!"

Draco sighed and moved the tray to the edge of the bed before seating himself in the chair. "Why would I do that Potter? So that you can go straight back to the incredible life you were leading?"

"What the fuck do you care?" Harry seethed, his hands clenching and unclenching within the confines of the leather wrist straps.

"Quite frankly, I don't," Draco replied. "But I do like a challenge, and you will be quite the challenge I dare say."

Harry's face turned red with fury. "I'm not your bleeding science project Malfoy! You're holding me against my will, you can't do this!"

Harry pulled on the arm straps with all his might, and then when that didn't work he shook them roughly, all the while his face getting redder and redder.

Draco leaned back in his chair with a smirk, crossing his ankle over his knee and watching in silent amusement.

Harry stopped fighting and collapsed back into the pillows, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

"The bindings are magically secured Potter, so I really wouldn't waste my energy if I were you."

Harry's hands clenched angrily but he remained quiet.

"Now, if you're ready to listen I'll explain," Draco started in a business-like manner.

"What do you want from me?" Harry interrupted dully, eyes still shut, voice scratchy from shouting.

Draco paused thoughtfully. "I want you to become a functioning member of society once more, perhaps even something more. As much as I am loathed to admit it, you had a great deal of potential in school; you're magical ability was astounding and you're bravery and loyalty were commendable – although highly annoying."

"You sound just like Snape." Harry opened his eyes and turned to look at him. "And what the fuck do you get out of it? Do you want money?"

Draco smirked. "No Potter, I don't want your money."

Harry's blood-shot eyes narrowed at him. "I thought that was why you disappeared; you'd squandered all of your father's money."

"That's the rumour," Draco answered in amusement. He lifted his hand and, with a flick of his wrist, the drapes flew open, exposing a vast expanse of green manicured lawns, rows of deep green coloured hedges and meandering garden pathways as far as the eye could see.

Harry's gaze flicked to the view and quickly back to Draco. "So you don't need money. You're just a sick twisted fuck then."

Draco frowned. "That is quite the potty mouth you have on you now, Boy-Who-Lived."

Harry's jaw clenched angrily.

"Tell me, how did you go from promising Auror student to drop-kick drug addict?" Draco asked bluntly.

Harry's eyes blazed with fury and Draco felt another round of screaming obscenities coming his way.

"Fuck you Malfoy, you're one to talk; a Death Eater's son and vile servant to Voldemort from birth. How the fuck do you get off being so high and mighty?"

"I grew up and decided to make my own choices," Draco replied smoothly. "I've changed. And apparently so have you – but not for the better."

"You've changed for the better?! You sick fuck, you've tied me up against my will, who knows what kind of perverse experiments you're planning to do to me!"

Draco chuckled, which only served to infuriate Harry further.

"Are you laughing at me Malfoy? You are sick. Everyone knows you're a fucking faggot!"

Draco stopped laughing and looked down at Harry pityingly. "Oh Potter, how the mighty have fallen." He stood and indicated the breakfast tray. "If you're hungry and feeling cooperative then I shall give you breakfast, otherwise I think you need some time alone to adjust to your new situation."

"Don't you leave me here!" Harry cried, voice tinged with panic.

"Do you want some food?"

Harry paused. "Are you going to untie me so that I can eat?"

Draco shook his head. "Sorry, you can't be trusted yet Potter."

Harry screamed in sheer frustration and shook the bed roughly, sending the food tray crashing to the floor and spilling his breakfast.

Draco sighed and cleaned the mess with a flick of his wrist. "I'll return later to check on you Potter. Do try to accept the situation; it will be a lot easier on both of us."

Draco exited the room as Harry continued to yell and fight his restraints behind him. He shut the door and leaned against it for a moment, Harry's outraged voice now muffled.

Draco plucked his wand from the glass container and pushed off, rubbing his temple as he walked down the hallway towards his study to make some notes. He could feel a headache building already.

"What did you expect?" he muttered to himself. "It's Harry bloody Potter you're dealing with."