Songfic Series

Title: Savin’ Me
Author: Lilith
Summary: Harry needs Draco to save him as much as Draco needs him to live…
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Angst, violence, rape, drug use, m/m, AU

A/N: Ok...I'm sorry. I hit major writer's block wile i the middle of my next chapter for "Fallen Angel" and I had this pop in my head after hearing the song. I will update my other stories soon. I just have to find my muse first! Please enjoy this...very angsty. *Goes off to search for lost muse*



Prison gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawlin'
Oh, I reach for you

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The damp cold of the dungeon pierced through Draco’s robes as he walked down the long hallway. His boots clicking on the stones as he made his way to the last cell. He unlocked the door and stepped inside. He stared at the naked body hanging from a chain attached to the ceiling. Bruises littered the once flawless, milky skin; dried blood covered naked arms and legs, no doubt the product of whips and curses alike. A mop of black hair lay on the top of the younger man’s head, once shiny and clean now greasy and tangled.

Draco stepped forward and with his left hand lifted the young man’s chin up to see into his eyes. Dead, green eyes stared at him unseeingly, looking past Draco into a world where the boy felt safe. Draco sighed. They had told him Potter was a little worse for wear but it seemed that they had truly broken him. He leaned closer to hear Harry’s whispers.

“Please just let me go. Open the gates and let me go. What do you want from me? I’ll crawl on my hands and knees just please let me go…” Harry re4peated this over and over until Draco had heard enough.

“Potter. Snap out of it.” Draco said as he shook Harry’s head softly. Harry shivered as he blinked his eyes and slowly they focused in on Draco’s silver depths, squinting only slightly. He leaned forward, his hands and arms straining. He seems to be almost reaching for Draco, and Draco believed if his arms were loose he would be.

“Are you really real…Malfoy?” The boy whispered; his throat hoarse and worn from days of screaming and crying. Draco nodded as he undid Harry’s chains, catching the smaller boy before he could fall and hit the ground. Harry trembled from both the cold and fear as Draco proceeded to lay him on the cot next to the door.

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Well I'm terrified of these four walls
These iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you

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“Why are you here?” Harry asked quietly from the small cot. He lay on his stomach staring at the wall as Draco slowly took in the extent of Harry’s damages. It seemed that Harry had failed to survive with his innocence intact, no thanks to the prison guards no doubt. The boy was bleeding slowly but steadily from his rectum and his other cuts seemed to refuse to heal as well as they had stayed open. Draco muttered to himself before taking his bag and pulling out some supplies.

“I am here Potter to cure you and nurse you back to full health.”

“Why?” Draco sighed as he grabbed the first potion and gave it to Harry to drink. Harry downed it, his face distorting as the bitter drink ran down his throat.

“Because the Order does not want you to die, they need you. It would not do for the
Savior of the Wizarding World to die now would it?” Harry turned his face away.

“I have already served my purpose. He is dead. I am in prison because they fear me…what else do they want?” Harry nearly cried as Draco handed him another potion.

“Your soul.” Harry turned his head to stare at Draco.

“They may have broken my body Draco but they cannot have my soul.” Draco flinched as if stung when Harry used his name. They had once been on good terms and now Harry could not even speak without sounding cold and dead.

It seemed like just yesterday that Harry had been at school with him. They had just finished their seventh year and Dumbledore had wanted to send Harry, his duo and him on a quest to defeat the Dark Lord. During the year they had trained together and became close, almost like brothers. They had been prepared to find the horcruxes, but then the Dark Lord had attacked the school the day when they were to leave for summer and be members of the Order. Amazingly, Harry had defeated the Dark Lord and destroyed his horcruxes at the same time.

Draco had been sure he was going to die. The Dark Lord had been ready to kill him but then Harry had stepped in and suddenly there had been an explosion of magic and Voldemort was no more. Harry had almost died as he overexerted himself by using that much power. Nobody understood how it happened, not even Harry but Draco had been grateful and had even vowed to watch over Harry while he recuperated. But the twist had come when the Ministry had had Harry arrested before he could heal. They claimed that his magic was unsafe and that for his protection and the people’s they would imprison him. Harry’s friends and family had pleaded and petitioned for Harry’s freedom but were unsuccessful. Harry was thrown in Azkaban less than three days after he had defeated Voldemort. Now a month later Draco came to evaluate his condition only to find him like this.

“Draco please….Being locked in here scares me. Help me. I’m afraid that if I stay here I’ll die, because I will never give them my soul.”

“I don’t know how I can be of help Harry. They monitor me every visit. But if you need something I’ll get it for you.” Harry looked up into Draco’s eyes, his own wet with unspilled tears and shining with fear and hurt.

“I just need you to hold me…please. Every time someone comes in here, they hurt me. I can go on if I remember what it’s like to be held by someone who cares for me.” Draco scoffed.

“And what makes you think I care for you Potter?” Harry laughed, the sound reverberating off the stones. Draco’s heart clenched. It had seemed like years since he had heard Harry’s laughter. Harry smiled at Draco as he lay his head back down on the cot.

“You always have Draco.” Draco knelt down, feeling very confused and shocked. He started when he felt thin, grimy arms encircle his neck. He looked up to see brilliant emerald eyes staring into him, into his very soul. Draco’s arms wrapped around Harry’s now starved and pale frame, his eyes unblinking as Harry’s continued to bore into him. Draco leaned forward and brushed his lips against Harry’s ever so softly. Harry whimpered and leaned into the kiss, deepening it and opening his mouth to allow Draco access. Draco nearly crushed Harry to him as he moaned into the kiss, exploring the smaller boy’s mouth which tasted sweet despite his imprisonment in Azkaban. He pulled away after a minute. Harry sighed and lay back down as Draco packed his things. He was walking out the door when he heard Harry’s voice in his ears.

“Thank you.”

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Come please I'm callin'
And oh I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

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Days passed and Harry slept. Harry dreamed. He dreamed of a blonde haired, silver-eyed boy. Harry turned to face the wall. His arms were numb, his legs ached, but at least the pain in his ass had disappeared. Draco had made sure to take care of that at least. He had given him a pain potion and a healing potion but he still retained bruises and scars, the very least of them the scar he had carried since infancy. Harry rubbed his forehead and then his eyes. They had taken his glasses and left him sightless in the cell. They bothered him as he had to strain to see now.

Harry sighed and sat up. He had kissed Draco Malfoy. Harry bowed his head and stared at the floor. He had kissed Draco Malfoy. Harry chuckled as he lay his head in his hands. He had kissed Draco Malfoy. Harry began to laugh hysterically. Draco had probably thought he was crazy. Poor, broken, starving Harry Potter; crazy Harry Potter kissed me in his cell. Harry smiled. He started as he heard the door to his cell open. He backed into a corner, praying it was Draco but knowing better. A greasy haired guard came in followed by two others. They all wore black robes and looked as if they could win an ugly contest. Harry began to tremble.

“Oi Potter! I see that blonde healed you up pretty good. Seem to be in good health now eh?”

“Go away Dietrich, I don’t feel good.” The guards laughed and closed the door, locking it behind them.

“Now now Potter. Remember, if you play nice, you get a reward. So what’s it gonna be eh?” Harry sighed, ready to give in. He closed his eyes and Draco popped into his mind. Draco’s eyes as they had pulled away from the kiss. What Draco had said…*Your soul* Harry clenched his eyes knowing that he might regret his decision.

“No. I won’t play nice!” Harry’s eyes shot open. The guards grinned.

“Well….we loves a good fight don’t we boys.” They surrounded Harry. He screamed and struggled as the two smaller men held him down while Dietrich chuckled and undid his pants.

“Too good for us now, eh Potter? What did the blonde do to you? Did he fuck you against this wall here? Or on the bed?” He was now straddling Harry, his thick cock brushing Harry’s shirt-covered stomach. Harry turned his head and closed his eyes, his stomach threatening to spill what little contents it held. The two other guards laughed as Dietrich slapped Harry earning a slight cry from the boy.

“Won’t even look at us now? How was he Potter? Was he a good fuck? Maybe the next time he comes we can invite him in on the fun eh?” Harry trembled as Dietrich licked away the tears that now began to fall from Harry’s eyes. More tears fell as Dietrich pushed his way into Harry, tearing the boys delicate skin and causing him to bleed. Cries fell from Harry’s lips before they were muffled by Dietrich’s mouth on his. Harry felt himself slip away into darkness. He fell into it and as he fell he saw himself reaching out. He cried out as no one came to grab his hand and save him.

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Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be

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“What do you mean I can’t see him?” Draco’s eyes narrowed at the guards. They leered at the blonde. He had last seen Harry a week ago and now came again as scheduled.

“We ain’t done wit ‘im yet. Ye can heal him when we’re done wit ‘im.” Draco growled as he stalked over to a nearby wooden chair and sat down. He couldn’t go against the guards. If he did then they wouldn’t let him come and heal Harry, no matter how much Granger and Weasley were paying them. He hadn’t wanted to lie to Harry about the real reason he came to heal Harry but he saw no other way around it. The Wizenagamot had finally ruled in Harry’s favor and had proclaimed that he could go free…a month from now. Draco was supposed to heal Harry until then to ensure Harry stayed alive long enough to taste freedom. It was supposed to be a surprise. But the Harry he had found would not have lasted long enough to survive the night.

Draco trembled with rage as he waited for an hour before three guards left the cell looking extremely smug and satisfied. The biggest one actually grinned at him before leaving. Draco stormed into the cell to find Harry lying on his back in a pool of his own blood, covered in sweat and semen. Harry’s eyes stared up at the ceiling. Blank. Dead. Draco walked forward calmly and pulled out his bag to take out the potions.

Harry blinked and turned his head to stare at Draco before turning back towards the ceiling. Draco fed him potion after potion silently cursing the wizarding world. He started as Harry spoke to him five minutes later.

“Show me Draco. Please. Show me what it’s like to be loved again.” Draco trembled as Harry sat up and wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. His breath hit Draco’s ear as hew hispered to the blonde boy.

“Sometimes I feel like I’m all alone. Standing by myself. I retreat into myself. I don’t know good from bad, right from wrong, love from hate. I just am. And I fall Draco. I fall and no one comes to save me. I don’t know what to do anymore Draco. What is my purpose in life now? Am I even worth saving?” Draco wrapped his arms around the now crying boy. Harry sobbed into Draco’s clothes as Draco rocked him back and forth. Harry cried, nuzzling Draco’s neck. Draco turned his head and captured Harry’s lips.

“Mmmm.” Harry moaned as Draco pressed him close. Draco dragged Harry onto his lap as he deepened the kiss, his tongue entering Harry’s mouth to taste him. Harry shuddered and jerked his body forward. Draco groaned as Harry brushed against his semi-erect cock. Harry sucked lightly on Draco’s tongue, all the while rolling his hips forward, seeking the sweet friction. Harry’s cock began to leak as Draco’s hands found themselves cupping Harry’s ass and kneading it. Harry groaned into Draco’s mouth. He sped up his thrusts and then whimpered as he felt Draco’s hands tighten their hold and slow him down, trying to prolong the pleasure.

“Be patient Potter.” Draco whispered as he nipped at Harry’s neck. Harry was flushed as he tightened his hold on Draco’s shoulders, seeking an outlet for his impatience. Draco slowly ground Harry on him, slowly, teasingly. Harry almost cried in frustration as Draco licked a path up Harry’s neck, his harsh breathing drying the saliva. Draco felt the tight heat in his belly coil up, tensing as he neared his peak. Harry was already losing it, his eyes clenched shut and his legs tense as he waited for the pleasure to hit him.

“Open your eyes Harry.” Harry’s eyes snapped open as he gasped and came, dirtying Draco’s robe and his stomach. Draco growled and bit down on Harry’s earlobe as he soon followed, the warmth spreading through his body. He slumped back against the wall, Harry leaning on him, both of them breathing heavily. Harry smiled up at Draco and Draco smiled back at him and in that moment Harry Potter fell in love with Draco Malfoy

*I’ll show you Draco. I’ll show you what my purpose is….for me to love you.*

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Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

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A month had passed since Harry had been released from Azkaban. A month since anyone but his closest friends and lover had seen him. Of course they knew where he was. Hiding. From the world. Draco would always ask Harry to go out but Harry refused, remaining locked in his house. Hermione and Ron insisted that he at least address the unfair punishment handed to him, but he refused that as well.

Draco tired of Harry’s behavior. He also feared his reaction when he would finally tell him the good news. Well, good for Draco anyway. He broke it to Harry over breakfast, exactly five months to the day when they had first kissed in his cell.

“Harry. I got a job in America as a potions teacher at a school.” Harry stopped staring at his eggs and looked at Draco.

“You want to leave me.” Draco shook his head, his eyes pleading.

“No! I want you to come with me!” Harry stood up to leave. Draco felt his anger bubble over.

“Draco. Please. Don’t leave. I can’t right now. It’s too much for me. Please give me time. I need to know….do you love me? If you love me then say it to me! Say it for me I need to hear you say it!” Draco froze, he sat staring at Harry. Harry shook his head, green orbs filled with tears as he fled the dining room. Draco shut his eyes and slumped forward. *Harry*

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Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm fallin'
And all I see is you

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A year passed. And still Draco was gone. Harry shook as he held the needle to his arm, his teeth clenched around a belt tied around his arm. He tapped his forearm sharply before inserting the needle carefully. He shot the drugs in. He sighed as he fell back on the velvet sheets of his king-sized bed. Only the best for the best whore He felt the drugs flow through his body, pulsating. He stretched out and purred. Muggles were wonderful creatures. Only their drugs could make him feel good. He never felt good anymore, not after he had left the wizarding world and hid in the muggle one.

Harry had left the next morning from the house after Draco had told him of his plans. After Draco had pleaded with him to tell him he loved him. Harry had left and abandoned the wizarding world. He had run off to America, where he lived on the streets until a pimp had taken him in and fed and clothed him. All he had required of Harry was sexual favors…for his customers. Harry was a pretty enough thing and his accent turned on the fat American men and slutty, painted up women that visited him. He found that he too would get pleasure from the acts…but only if he had the magic drugs that his pimp, Ray, had provided for him running through his system. The drugs were his friends.

Harry stared out the window to stare at the casino, Heaven’s Gates. Harry chuckled. He had once tried to go in to find new clients but they had rejected his entry stating he was too young to enter and that trash like him was not welcome there. Harry had laughed when they told him that. How symbolic. If the Heaven’s Gates on earth didn’t want him, what made him think the real ones would? Harry smirked at the memory. His eyes fluttered closed, tonight was his night off and he would sleep.

*Dream*

Harry was flying, not on broom, but really flying. Wings as pure white as snow carried him upwards to the Heavens, upwards into the white light and blue skies. He arrived at the gates and was stopped by a blonde angel with silver eyes.

“They won’t open for you. You are dirty. Useless.” The angel drawled as Harry shivered, the air suddenly cold. *I know this voice…*

“Please. I have already come so far and been through so much!” The angel shook his head and with a nod two big angels cam and held down a screaming Harry. The blonde angel smiled at Harry lovingly before stripping him and entering Harry in. Harry screamed as his hole was torn open, blood staining his creamy thighs. The thrusts were harsh and deliberately slow, drawing out the pain. The laughter from the three angels surrounded him as he struggled in their hands. He felt a stinging warmth fill him and he whined, beaten. The angels stepped away and Harry observed that his wings were now black, broken as they hung in tatters behind him. He cried, sprawled out on the marble floor in front of Heaven’s Gates. The blonde stood him up and with a smirk pushed him. Harry fell through the floor. He fell and all he could see was Draco’s face, rejecting his outstretched arm and pleas for help.

*End Dream*

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These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh I scream for you

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Harry woke up screaming Draco’s name. His glassy, emerald eyes spilled tears as he curled into a ball. An hour later he checked the time. He had an hour before his first customer would come. He shook himself up and went to the shower. He washed himself, scrubbing until he glowed red. *Dirty* He sighed and got out, drying himself off. Pulling on a pair of tight black jeans and a white button down shirt he sat on his bed and waited for his first regular, Mark.

Mark, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, sweet, loving Mark. Mark had been one of his first customers and had unfortunately fallen in love with Harry. He had begged time and again for Harry to leave and come with him. Mark was wealthy and could support Harry. Harry had refused him. He needed his friends and Mark would not allow Harry to use anymore if he left with him. So Mark visited him, gave him extra cash, bought him clothes and fed him nice food. Harry really liked Mark. He reminded Harry of another blonde who had once cared for Harry. A blonde with silver eyes and a trademark smirk.

Harry lay back on his bed and faced the wall. He touched the unloving wall, walls that had seen many things and just stared not saying anything. He hated walls and they hated him. In an attempt to taste freedom, he had climbed out to the ledge of his 18th story apartment which Ray had provided for him after six months of service, very good service apparently. He had stood on the ledge, looking down and seeing the casino, the lights, the city below. He had opened his arms wide and screamed, for somebody….he didn’t know who. But he had screamed. Afterwards he had just sat on the ledge and stared at the stars, the sounds of the city blocked out as he slipped away into his mind.

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Come please I'm callin'
And all I need from you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

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Draco woke with a start, his heart beating fast, and sweat stained his silk shirt. He cursed as he sat up and laid his head in his hands. He had dreamt of Harry again. Harry, who he hadn’t seen in a year, not since the day he had left him. It had been an odd dream, one he was ashamed of. He had raped Harry in the dream, raped him and broken his wings. He had pushed Harry and Harry had been calling out to him as he fell; his wings had been useless and he had fallen. He had stared at Draco, pleading with his emerald eyes, crying out for Draco, and Draco had turned away from him. Draco cried as he recalled the dream. Why would he turn Harry away? He loved him, had spent a year now searching for him. But no one had seen nor heard of a raven-haired boy with a lightning bolt scar on his forehead.

He regretted the conversation he had had with Harry. Harry had needed his patience, his strength, his love and Draco couldn’t give him those things, least of all patience. He had scared Harry away and now had lost him forever. Draco rose from the bed and pulled on some clothes. He sighed as he noticed how late in the afternoon it was. He hated this whole time switch thing. After searching all of Great Britain, Draco had come to America. But America was so big, he despaired of ever finding the boy. Draco sighed. He shouldn’t think things like that.

Draco grabbed his wand and left the hotel room, memories of his dream running through his mind. Seeing Harry reach for him….and him turning away as Harry fell.

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Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be

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Harry whimpered as he twitched on the bed. Sweat poured off of him as he lay curled in a ball. Ray stood above him, a tall, ruggedly handsome man with brown hair and cold blue eyes. He stared at the smaller, young man on the bed who was crying and shaking.

“Harry. Why did you do that? I told you if you ever disrespected a customer again I would take away your friend right? Now, do you want the shit or will you continue to misbehave?” Harry had refused to service a customer two weeks ago because he had hit him. He had thought Ray hadn’t heard of it but when the drugs hadn’t come in as scheduled he knew he had. He had waited a day before going to Ray who had slapped him and watched as Harry writhed in pain from the withdrawal.

“I promise to behave Ray…please?” Ray smiled as he knelt down to look Harry in the eyes.

“See Harry, misbehave and do wrong….and I’ll show you my bad side. Be good and I’ll show you my good side. The side you like. Now can you show me you can be good?” Harry nodded and sat up. He took the kit that Ray held out to him and immediately tore into it. He sighed in relief as he felt the needle pierce his skin and the drugs flow into him. He slumped down.

“That’s a good Harry. Now you have a very special customer coming in an hour. He’s paying big bucks to see you kid….Don’t fuck it up.” Harry nodded blissfully.

“Yes Ray.” He sat up and went to take a shower. He needed to smell good and be clean for Ray’s big spender…otherwise Ray would show him just how ugly he could get.

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Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

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Draco arrived in Las Vegas. Sin city. He had heard rumors here of a whore that resembled Harry. He had fit his description: Green eyes, black hair, and a lightning bolt scar. He had been talking to a man in a bar in Salt Lake City, when the man had mentioned visiting the “best whore ever.” Draco had halfway listened to the man’s ramblings until he mentioned the scar. Draco had asked question after question about the whore.

“He was British, like you. Green eyes and black hair. Soft peaches and cream skin. He was gorgeous. Had an excellent mouth on him if you know what I mean!” Draco had feigned a laugh at that comment but inside he was going crazy. HIS Harry was a whore? A drugged up whore. He nearly cried at the thought. He had thanked the man, taken information on where to reach the pimp, and immediately prepared a flight for Las Vegas. On the way he had phoned the pimp, whose name was Ray, telling him he wanted a night with the green-eyed whore. When Ray had mentioned the name Harry Draco had closed his eyes. He scheduled a time with the man and set an amount. Draco had offered him mere pocket change but the man had obviously thought it was an excellent amount, agreeing and thanking him quite profusely for his patronage.

Draco sighed as he drove to the hotel where the whore was at. He refused to believe this “whore” was Harry. If it was, he did not know what he would say to him. He had to tell him he loved him…if it was him he would save him this time.

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And all I need is you
Come please I'm callin'
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin'

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Harry felt bliss run through his body as he shot another dose into his arm. He had found some more in the drawer where Ray had left it. It looked pure and Harry had jumped on it. He was cleaning up when he saw a shadow block the doorway.

“Harry.” Harry looked up at the man who stood in the doorway. He had actually used his name. Only Mark ever used his name.

“Mark?” The man shook his head, his shoulder length blonde hair and piercing eyes caught Harry’s attention. He looks like him…who is him? Harry shook his head to try and clear his head. The drugs had hit him heavy. Withdrawal could do that to you.

“Harry…it’s me. Draco.” Harry stood up from the bed where he had been waiting for his customer.

“Hello Draco. What will it be tonight?” Harry asked, his words a little slurred. *What is wrong with me...?* The man named Draco stepped forward and caught him as he fell to the ground, his body convulsing slightly. Harry felt strong arms wrap around him, and he knew in his heart that he belonged here. Draco called his name, screaming as Harry faded in and out. Harry felt himself tip backward into the darkness….he fell.

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Show me what it's like
To be the last one standing
And teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be

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Draco called the front desk demanding an ambulance as Harry lay passed out on the floor of the luxurious suite. He ran to Harry’s side and tears rolled down his face as he stared at what Harry had become.

“Harry! Please…wake up! I’m sorry! Please…Harry?” He sat with Harry’s head in his lap as fifteen minutes passed. The medics cam running down the corridor. They had to pry Harry away from Draco’s grip and sedate him. He had screamed and yelled until a medic finally pulled out the syringe. Draco passed out, but not before seeing Harry’s eyes fly open and hearing his gasps of breath. *Harry…*

Harry woke up gasping for air. He was surrounded by medics and hotel staff. The medic closest to him was checking his pulse and heart rate. They brought a gurney to place Harry on and started to wheel him out when he spotted Draco being placed on a gurney as well. *Draco…?* they wheeled him out and Harry passed out once more as they drove him to the hospital.

*Dream*

He was dreaming again. Flying to the gates, his raven hair pushed back by the wind, his eyes sparkling. He arrived at the gates. The angel stood there once more; the beautiful, cold angel, whose eyes seemed to see right through Harry.

“Please let me pass.” Harry pleaded as he got down on his hands and knees. The angel studied him.
“Show me. Show me what you can be and I will let you pass.” Harry stared confused. No pain this time? The angel smiled as if hearing Harry’s thoughts.

“If you do not hurry you will fall…”

*End Dream*

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Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me
Hurry, I’m fallin’

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Draco watched as Harry slept, his condition was stable they said, but… Draco heard the “but” in their voices. He might sleep forever.

He had called Weasley and Granger when he had awakened. They had transported him to St. Mungo’s but the wizards and witches knew nothing of the muggle drugs. They had sent a psych-witch to evaluate Harry’s mind.

“He is fighting. He is searching for something to live for. If he finds it then he may yet survive. We can only wait.” Draco had nodded, Hermione had started crying while Ron held her. They had never given up on finding Harry. While Draco had searched west, they had gone east. Now to find Harry…like this…after all this time, it had nearly broken them. Draco refused to leave Harry’s side, wanting to be there when Harry woke up.

“Draco, he may never wake up.” Draco had sighed as he stared into Hermione’s brown eyes. She studied him for a moment before nodding.

“Hey mate, when he wakes up call us eh?” Ron had asked before leaving. Draco had smiled at his optimism. In Ron’s eyes Harry could not fail, this was just another obstacle Harry would overcome. Draco waved good-bye to the two and then turned back to Harry. Harry had grown pale over the last year, yet his skin was still soft and his lips still as inviting as ever. Draco pressed his lips to Harry’s, a single tear falling down his cheek. He lay his head on Harry’s chest and slowly drifted off to sleep. *Harry….you are worth saving…*

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Say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if it's worth saving me

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*Dream*

Draco stared down at Harry. His beautiful Harry, with wings as white as snow. He looked so healthy, so…confused. Harry stared at him, his emerald eyes shining with wonder and confusion.

“Please…I don’t want to fall. You caught me last time…I felt your arms. Will you not catch me this time as well?” Draco knelt down and cupped Harry’s face in his hands. Harry gasped as Draco kissed him, his red lips parting in surprise and Draco took advantage of it by thrusting his tongue inside Harry’s mouth. He tasted like Heaven. Still as sweet as the day he had kissed him in Azkaban. He heard Harry moan weakly and try to push him off, but Draco held his hands down as he pushed him backwards until Harry was laying on his back and Draco was on top. He licked and nipped a path down Harry’s neck as Harry writhed beneath him.

“Draco…?” Harry asked as he gasped for breath. Draco smiled up at him before pulling up the angel robes, revealing long legs and a semi-erect cock. Harry turned away, blushing. Draco chuckled and kissed him once more.

“You are beautiful.” Harry’s head whipped around and his eyes filled with tears as he studied Draco.

“You don’t mean that. Look at me Draco. I do muggle drugs, I’m a whore, and I’m disgusting. Useless. I’m not worth saving. Let me fall.” Draco shook his head, determination in his eyes.

“Harry I failed you once. I won’t do it again.” He captured Harry’s trembling lips with his mouth as he slowly fisted Harry’s cock to hardness. Harry panted and writhed beneath him, his hair stuck in ringlets to his sweaty forehead, his eyes glazed over with passion. Draco smirked as he fingered Harry’s small, puckered hole. Harry jerked as Draco slid his finger in and out, driving Harry crazy.

“Please, Draco I need you now!” Draco sat up and threw Harry’s legs over his shoulder before slowly pushing his cock inside of the smaller boy. Harry quivered and his legs fell to wrap around Draco’s waist. He closed his eyes as Draco pushed hard, filling Harry.

“Open your eyes Harry.” Harry’s eyes snapped open and suddenly he remembered Draco. Draco’s eyes as he healed Harry’s wounds, as he denied his concern for him, as he smiled down at Harry with love. Draco watched as Harry’s eyes lit up with recognition. He bent down to kiss Harry.

“Draco…Draco! I’m so sorry…Please forgive me.” Harry cried as Draco kissed away his tears. He slowly began to rock his hips, making Harry twitch and pant. He stared into Draco’s eyes, feeling his pleasure build up. He moaned as Draco wrapped his hand around Harry’s cock, pumping him slowly, in time with the thrusts.

“Look at me Harry. You are worth saving. You are *my* purpose in life. I will catch you when you fall.” Draco panted, his composure beginning to slip as he felt his orgasm approach, his hips starting to jerk faster. He stared down into emerald jewels and as he felt Harry come, he suddenly knew what it was to fall as he fell into Harry’s eyes. He came with a cry, his hips spasming . He collapsed on top of Harry who was breathing just as heavy. Harry turned to him, a smile playing at his mouth.

“Say it for me, say it to me. I’ll leave this life behind me. Say it if it’s worth saving me.” Draco closed his eyes and smiled.

“I love you.”

*End Dream*

Hermione and Ron entered the room, forgetting to give Draco their home address. They smiled sadly as they saw Draco watching Harry. Hermione gasped as Harry opened his eyes and smiled at Draco, who smiled back. Ron grinned and Hermione cried as they heard Harry speak in more than a year.

“I love you too.”



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