A/N: This is my first Drarry fanfiction, and I hope you like it! Special thanks to my best friend Hannah, who got the idea of this in a stormy evening and it turned out to be this! Enjoy! Please review and spread the word!

*EDIT* A/N: I've decided to take matters into my own hands, 2 years later after writing this story, and edit all the parts that made me cringe, wether it be grammtical errors or the way this was written. Indeed, it was my first ever fanfiction, and my first writing in a foreign language (English isn't my main language, indeed) and since this is my most popular work of fiction, I'd rather it be edited than left like that and be hated by me and many readers who come across it. Enjoy :)

~Chapter One~

It was a dark and stormy night. Harry was in his room at the Dursley's house, looking out of his window. And to his amazement he saw Draco Malfoy, who had just Apparated in his front yard. Harry ran out of the house and he found Draco badly injured. He decided it was best to take him in the house to take care of him, since the neighboors would be suspicious if they saw an injured boy in the front yard of the Dursley's house.

Draco opened his eyes and swore when he found out he was in Harry Potter's bed. Harry chuckled.

"What the bloody hell happened to you? You were supposed to be hiding and instead you came back here all covered in blood! You scared me to death, you know that?" Harry said in a quite low voice but still angry. He cast a drying spell over Draco, taking away all the rain water and blood that was covering the boy. He left the room for a few minutes, only to return with a clean towel and a bucket of warm water to clean Draco's wounds.

Draco smirked. "No wonder why you are so upset, Potter." he breathed. "I thought you might want to know that your bloody "hero" boy has made it through another night. Gosh, I hate going on attacks like that..." he muttered and looked away.

Harry shushed him and dipped the towel in the hot water, starting to clean Draco's wounds. He knew that this was another attack planned by Voldemort just to get Harry's attention. He also knew that the Order would be there, because Draco had warned him a week ago about this attack and he had had enough time to convince the Order of the Phoenix that they had to go there.

"Who did this to you? " Harry asked the blond in a soft tone.

"My lovely aunt." he answered and gasped when Harry passed the towel over a deep wound. "She thought that a good punishment was what I deserved after I left the matching pair get away without hexing or murdering them." he mumbled.

Harry looked at him, not speaking, as he worked on taking care of Draco's wounds that were spread across his arms.

"I need to call Severus. He's the only one who can heal you properly." Harry said softly.

"You can't. He's been tortured... by You-Know-Who..." Draco whispered, struggling to talk from the blood loss.

Harry's eyes widened suddenly and he looked down, clenching his fists.

"I have to kill him. It's the only way this will stop." he muttered angrily.

"Harry, you know you can't until you destroy the bloody Horcruxes. And without Dumbledore, nothing can be sorted out..." Draco said.

Draco was thinking again of that night, in the Astronomy tower. It was his fault. Harry knew exactly what Draco was thinking. Not wanting to interrupt his thoughts he continued his task. He took off Draco's shirt to examine his wounds better.

"That looks like a Cruciatus curse. Did she really...?" Harry asked in awe.

"She did. She cast the Crusiatus along with the bloody cutting curse, so it doubled the gashes and wounds. She's horrible" said Draco. "Ouch, that hurt." he said; Harry had pressed a wound more than he should've when he heard what Bellatrix had done to him, causing Draco to grimace with pain.

"Sorry." the Gryffindor muttered apologetically. "Hold this in place to stop the bleeding." he said pressing the towel on the deepest of the wounds.

Draco moved his hand to press the towel on the wound. He moved slightly to straighten his back as he laid on the bed.

"Don't move, Draco." Harry ordered him strictly. "I'll try to find some spell to heal you and get some pain relieving Muggle pills."

Draco grimaced but remained still, looking at the ceiling of Harry's bedroom.

Harry couldn't heal him properly and he hadn't learnt any healing spells yet, so the pain relieving pills was the best option he had. He went to the bathroom and found the pills. As he got back to his room, he gave Draco a pill and a bottle of water. Draco took it, downing the pill with a big sip of water, lying back again and grimmacing with pain.

Harry's eyes wandered around his dark room. A book cover shined on his bookshelf when he eyes looked that way. He grinned, moving towards the shelf. But of course, the Prince's potions book, how could he forget? After Ginny hid it in the Room of Requirement he searched for it and found it under a pillow with a diadem on it, which he hadn't paid attention to.

Harry started shifting through pages to find something that could eventually help. Spells and ways to brew difficult potions were written all over but there were no healing spells anywhere. Then he noticed that the last page had something rather weird. A note. By Severus himself. It said "If you ever need a healing spell here's one that could help. Good luck on your chosen task." signed by the Half Blood Prince.

Harry smiled as he knew Snape was always on his side. He read the spell trying to memorize it. Draco was still lying on his bed.

"Harry, come on. It hurts. Please, do something." Draco whimpered. The wounds were deep and hurting him.

Harry cast the spell on Draco's wounds, passing his wand over them. They started closing magically and not even a scar was left afterwards. He smiled, proud of himself that he could heal the blond that fast and with no practicing. He knew it by then though, that his particular skill obviously had something to do with his connection with Voldemort. He stood up and walked towards his closet.

"You need to change your clothes. Yours are all soaked in blood. Here, take these." Harry said while he gave Draco some clothes. Draco took off his trousers and wore the pajama bottoms Harry had given him. As he stood up he trembled, trying to find balance. Harry quickly went close to him and caught him by the waist, not realizing how close he was to the blond.

"Woah, easy now..." said Harry, catching the blond firmly.

Draco leaned on Harry, his head throbbing from an upcoming headache. Harry helped him put on the clean shirt, placing him back to the bed to sleep. A shower would be nice, but the blond Draco looked exhausted, and Harry could tell the same for himself. He hoped that a shower for himself would help. He left Draco to rest and took some clothes from his wardrobe, heading towards the bathroom.

He closed the door behind him leaning on it for a bit. His mind was swifting through thoughts. He thought again of the Horcruxes. He couldn't lie to himself, he had to destroy them and save as many lives as possible. He couldn't risk Draco's life anymore by letting him go on the attacks Voldemort planned, and he couldn't risk Ron and Hermione getting hurt either. Harry's thoughts were running to his friends, to Draco, to Voldemort and his Horcruxes, and then back to his friends. He had missed them a lot this summer, as he hadn't seen them since the school year ended. Harry constantly said that he was going to leave but Draco needed him there. He needed to talk to both Ron and Hermione. And soon.

Harry got into the shower, the hot water running down his shoulders, to the rest of his body, relaxing him. A few minutes later he was dressed and clean, looking at himself in the mirror. He lifted his fringe and stared at his scar throught his own reflection, sighing. He returned back to his room, entering it quietly. He found Draco sleeping, curled up on one side of Harry's bed.

Harry couldn't help it and he smiled at the sight. This is extremely weird, he thought. Ron and Hermione would be furious if they'd known that Harry had just healed and taken care of Draco. Well Ron mostly. He took his pillow and a blanket, planning to sleep on the floor. He tried to make himself comfortable but the floor was hurting his back. Suddenly his scar started hurting too. He knew Voldemort was furious. Again, after Draco's help the Aurors were there to stop his attack on Hogsmeade.

He tried to send the pain away, groaning silently. He rolled on his side, but the pain of the floor was worst. He then tried lying on his stomach, but the carpet was too thin to even maintain a feeling of softness that could support Harry's slim figured. He couldn't sleep. He was thinking of everything over and over. Horcruxes, Voldemort, Draco, his friends. He couldn't figure out what exactly his relationship with Draco was. They were helping each other with the war, but it was weird to know that Draco was sleeping in his bed. Finally he felt sleepy and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep until he actually fell asleep.

The next morning a weird noise was the first thing Harry heard. It was an owl. At his window. He opened it quickly to allow the bird to fly in. The owl dropped a letter on Harry's floor and sat down for a moment to rest.

"Errol?" Harry asked, recognizing the Weasley's brown family owl.

He gave the bird some water and owl treats. Errol hooted, accepting the treats. The owl was now happily resting on his desk, fluttering it's wings. Harry picked up the letter from the floor.

"Dear Harry,

Ron and I are at the Burrow. I hope you are not having trouble with the Dursley's. I just wanted to know when you were going to leave their house. Under the certain circumstances that occurred you can't possibly Apparate. You can be tracked at any moment. They are all watching us.

I suppose the Order will have something arranged to get you out of there. Ron says it's really weird that you insisted on staying there. I thought maybe you wanted to go to Grimmauld Place but after Sirius... I don't know. Just be safe Harry, okay? We really miss you.

Love,

Hermione"

Harry read the letter twice before he sat down at his desk. The owl was waiting to carry back his response and was resting peacefully. He found an empty piece of paper and a pen. He started writing his letter.

"Dear Hermione and Ron..."

He stopped. What was he going to write to them? That Draco Malfoy was injured and in his bedroom, sleeping in his bed, wearing his clothes? That he was helping him and Draco was secretly giving him information about Voldemort? He couldn't think clearly. Harry shook his head to sent these thoughts away. He just wrote:

"Dear Hermione and Ron,

I am safe, for now. I need to be sure that I can leave safely from here. I thought of Grimmauld place at first. But I can't go there. Snape is allowed in there too and I can't talk to to him. I'll be in contact with you as soon as I can. Tell Mrs. Weasley that I'll be staying here for a few weeks more. Don't worry, I'm fine. I just need time to think that's all. Everything has happened so fast and I have to get a hold of my thoughts. I miss you too and I hope we can meet soon enough.

Love,

Harry."

He read the letter twice before folding it. He tied it on Errol's foot and the bird flew away. He wasn't sure yet of what he was going to do. Harry turned his back and he looked at Draco. He was still sleeping, recovering from last night. The blond looked so vulnerable. He thought maybe a good breakfast would make him feel better.

Harry and Draco had been acting friendlier with each other after their sixth year. Harry was still not trusting him completely. He couldn't know for sure what the blond was planning. But after seeing him so terribly injured last night he couldn't help himself but think that he actually cared for Draco. Harry shook his head and went down to prepare some breakfast for him and Draco. He found the situation weird enough. Draco living in his room, them being friends after Draco confronted him and apologized to him. He prepared something quickly and returned to his room. He found Draco awake, sitting at the edge of his window and looking outside. Harry could see it, Draco was crying. He left the tray on the bed and he stepped closer to him.

"Hey, are you feeling better?" he asked the other boy, placing a hand firmly on his shoulder.

Draco turned his head and looked at Harry. His eyes were silvery and traces of tears were down his cheeks. Harry didn't speak. He helped Draco to get inside the room again and sat down on the bed besides him.

"Do you want me to leave...?" Harry asked, regretting it the moment he said it. He didn't want to make Draco feel uncomfortable.

Draco suddenly fell in his arms and started crying against his chest. Harry held him close, trying to calm him down. He rubbed gently his back, his hands moving firmly up and down in a soothing rhythm.

He knew that Draco was feeling horrible after last night and tried to make him feel a bit better by holding him and letting him let it all out.

"Shh... It'll be okay. I won't let her hurt you ever again." he whispered to Draco.

Draco was still sobbing and shaking in Harry's arms. Harry had to do something. He needed to talk to Hermione. Tell her what had happened during the summer vacation. Draco was living in his room for almost a month. He continued holding Draco, whispering soothing words and rubbing his back. After a while Draco pulled away from Harry's arms. He was still crying when he looked at Harry.

"You have no idea how it was... I hate her..." he said in a low whisper. Draco's eyes were silvery instead of their usual grey, his skin paler than it used to be. Harry could see the terror in his eyes. He knew that Draco didn't tell anything about him meeting Harry or even that he was practically living with him.

The Cruciatus curse was far more worse that the Killing it self. Harry knew what it was like. Fourth year, the Tri-Wizard Tournament. He saw Cedric Digory get killed. And then Voldemort casted the Cruciatus curse on him. It was the worse thing he ever felt.

He took Draco in his arms again, not letting go of him. He knew there was something more. He was feeling a lot different about Draco. He really cared for him and he didn't want him to get hurt. Never again. He couldn't let the people he loved sacrifice them selves for him. Yes, he knew he loved Draco. More than anything. But he wasn't going to admit it. He had to keep everyone safe.

"Shh, Draco. It'll be alright. I'm here, okay?"

Draco looked up at those green eyes. He tried to calm him self so he could be able to talk. He wanted to let Harry know what he felt about him.

"Thanks. For taking care of me. I really am glad I stayed here." he said looking into Harry's eyes.

"Don't worry. I'm here and I'll protect you. I have to. I... " Harry started saying but cut himself off. He wasn't going to tell Draco he loved him. Harry wasn't even sure of what he was feeling about Draco. He was thinking of him constantly the last year and over the summer. And now as fall was coming he knew that Draco might be feeling the same. But what if he didn't? What if he never wanted to speak to him again? What if...?

"Harry, there's something I need to tell you." said Draco interrupting Harry's thoughts.

"What is it? Are you hurting somewhere? Didn't you heal properly? I was so worried yesterday I couldn't even check if I did the spell correctly..." starting saying Harry but he stopped as Draco pressed his finger against his lips.

"Shh... Don't talk."

Harry looked at him and he knew. Draco was feeling the same. He smiled at Draco as he realized he had nothing to fear. Not anymore.

"I needed to tell you that I owe you a lot for this past month. I never thought we could be... so close. I always thought you hated me. But I guess you never did... I was acting stupidly when I insulted you and your friends all these times. I know. Don't hate me for that. I was just covering up my feelings... about you." Draco said and looked away.

"No, I must be the one to apologize. I never gave you a chance to become friends. I... I really care about you. I was worried sick when I saw you in the rain last night." said Harry and held Draco.

He wasn't going to leave him. Draco looked at Harry again.

"You mean that? You... you really care for me?" he asked.

Their eyes met. Emerald green and silvery gray.

"I mean it. There's something I want to tell you too, Draco. I... I've grown very fond of you this last year. You are acting very different than the past years. I like what we have here. And I never hated you. I always knew that someday you'll come around and be logical. " Harry said.

Draco smiled. He was sure that it was the right time to tell him.

"I know it will probably be my last chance to tell you this. I care about you too...More than anything I ... I like you Harry. I like us hanging out, helping each other. Last night I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to return here. I thought... I thought I'd never be able to see you again." Draco paused. "Harry, I love you. I love you so much." he whispered sweetly.

Harry was looking at him, shocked by the words Draco had just said.

"Draco... I... I..." started Harry but he couldn't find the words.

Draco shushed him again. He was looking right into his eyes.

"Don't say it too. I know how you feel. I could see that. I only wish I could've told you this earlier." he said looking at Harry's eyes.

Harry was so happy to finally know that Draco was feeling the same way about him too. He cared about him a lot. And he didn't want to leave him. He couldn't let him go back. He was risking his life every day.

He had the mark. Whenever Voldemort called he had to go. His parents thought he was staying at a friends house. Only if they knew. Draco took the advantage of Harry being silent and as he spoke again his voice could barely been heard.

"Harry, I've been acting like this around you because I knew you'd never feel the same way about me... But I have to tell you something. After I received the Dark Mark, Voldemort assigned me a task... A very painful task. And I don't want to execute this task." he said " I need to know that we can find a safe place. A place where he wont track us down."

"I know somewhere. It's safe. But you are not going to like it, Draco." Harry said.

"Anything. I need to be safe and with you, if it's possible. And I need this to be a secret."

"I had in mind Grimmauld Place. As long as Snape allows us to get there... Which is more likely he wont..."

Harry looked at Draco. He knew that Severus Snape had taken the Unbreakable Vow and had killed Dumbledore instead of Draco. Draco was supposed to kill Dumbledore but he couldn't. He wasn't a murderer. If only Dumbledore was there.

"Could you tell me the task he's assigned you? " Harry asked.

"He... He wanted... He wanted me to... to capture you. He said that since I've failed him with my last task I could save my life by bringing him you. That's why Bellatrix tortured me. I denied to give you to him. I denied to betray you. I disagreed with their plan..." he muttered and he was crying again, tears running down his pale cheeks.

Harry looked at him in shock.

"My father said I had failed him, that I wasn't worth living. I left my house... I ran away, like a coward would do. That's why I came here tonight..."

Harry was still looking at him.

"That's why you told me this... How you feel about me. You think you won't have the chance to do so if something happens, right? " he asked Draco.

"Yes..." he said still crying.

"Come here. Don't cry, please... You are not a coward. You defended me against your father, your aunt and a bloody Dark Wizard him self with a bunch of followers that could kill you at any moment. You are brilliant, and certainly not a coward." Harry said as Draco had fallen in his arms and had buried his head on Harry's chest for one more time. Draco was shaking. Harry knew that it was even harder than he thought.

*EDIT* Chapter 2 is going to be under editing soon, along with the next chapters. Stay tuned c: