This is mainly a DM/HP story and it will also be eventually mpreg (Top Draco, Bottom Harry). If that is not your cup of tea, I suggest not even bothering to read any more. This fic will also be my very first fanfic, so I would appreciate constructive criticism to make me a better writer. Updates are going to be quite erratic, since I have quite an unstable schedule.

Summary: After the final battle and the fall of Voldemort, Harry falls unconscious and no one knows why or how to wake him up. Draco Malfoy is Harry's secret nightly visitor and the key to Harry waking up, unbeknownst to Draco himself. A new evil is lurking and biding his time in the wake of the previous Dark Lord's fall. Draco and Harry are the only ones who could stop this new malevolent presence, but they might also be the key to his rise to power in the first place.

Prologue

Ten days have passed since the defeat of the Dark Lord. The celebration and the revelry would have already been underway if not for the fact that the savior of the wizarding world was still lying unconscious in the Hogwarts infirmary.

Harry Potter was currently lying on one of the uncomfortable looking infirmary beds, his hair its usual messy style. Without the ugly thick frames on, it was easier to see the delicate features of his angelic face. The moonlight streaming in from the window at the head of the bed made his pale skin glow. His face looked absolutely relaxed, as if he was only peacefully slumbering for the night instead of experiencing a sort of enchanted sleep brought on by supposed magical exhaustion from the final battle.

Every other bed in the room was devoid of patients and there was no sign of the infirmary's resident mediwitch or Harry's concerned friends and allies anywhere. The only things keeping the boy company were the small tokens of gratitude from countless admirers and well-wishers. There were numerous pots of magical flowers on each side table beside the bed. At the foot of the bed there were boxes of chocolate frogs, bags of Bertie Botts' Every Flavor Beans, some licorice wands, and all manner of sweet treats one could find in Honeyduke's. There were even some of the previous headmaster's favorite lemon drops. To the right and on top of the other bed next to Harry's were some of the more peculiar gifts. One wizard sent Harry a miniature 'Harry Potter' statue holding the Elder wand, which shot green and red sparks from the tip every few seconds. A witch gave him a magic mirror that told the user whatever he or she needed to hear. Other gifts like glowing dress robes, talking shrunken heads, and a mask adorned with diamonds and emeralds were part of the ever-growing pile. But even with all the presents surrounding him, the wizarding world's savior did not even stir in his sleep.

A muggle watch lying among the flower pots showed that the time was around midnight. As Harry's enchanted rest continued, he did not notice the infirmary door opening slightly and a lone figure slipping in. The person stayed close to the shadowed walls while moving toward Harry's bed. The individual's face stayed hidden in shadow but a hand even paler than Harry's reached out and caressed the unconscious boy's cheek. Then the hand grasped one of Harry's and squeezed slightly.

A small, raspy voice came out of the shadows and whispered to the sleeping boy on the bed. "Please, Potter, wake up. You're stronger than this. Wake up! Please!"

The pale hand squeezed Harry's one more time. And out of the shadows came the face of Draco Malfoy. But the blonde boy looked nothing like his usual pristine self. It was almost as if he was reliving his sixth year with the disheveled hair and robes and the obvious faded gray bags under his eyes. Yet even as unkempt as Draco looked, he did not seem to care for or even take notice of his appearance. His silver-grey eyes solely focused on the unconscious boy on the bed. Other than Draco's obvious lapse in personal care, however, something else seemed different about the Slytherin Prince. Ignoring the absence of the usually well-groomed Malfoy heir, Draco appeared to have grown quite a bit. Not only was the young man now standing half a foot taller, his shoulders have also grown broader and even fully covered by loose, billowing robes his body appeared to have gained some more muscle. But these changes seemed insignificant when one looked into his eyes and saw that the spoiled and cruel boy was gone and has been replaced by a young man who knew the pain of loss and was struggling not to break. Yet amid the torrential emotions in those haunted eyes, there was an unnamed feeling lying dormant. Draco eventually raised Harry's hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. As he laid Harry's hand gently back on the bed, he whispered, "Please wake up soon." He then went back into the shadows and headed for the infirmary door.