Title: Monsters In My Head
Author: Granitite Stone, granitite@yahoo.com
Summary: Part of the 'Hungryverse.' This is Harry and Draco's story. This is the answer to why.
Web Address: www.angelfire.com/weird/cobalite/index3.html
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Note: It would be extremely beneficial to have read Twilight's Hungry Like the Wolf. It is available on my website, or on fanfiction.net, http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=644509.

It was three hours later when Harry came back to the room. It was quiet. Too quiet. "Malfoy?" No answer. "Malfoy?" The closet door was still locked. Oh yeah. Draco hadn't had his wand. "Sorry, Malfoy, but we're even now. I'd say-" He opened the closet. "What the hell?"

Draco was curled up into a ball on the floor, shuddering. This time Harry could hear what he was saying. "Twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty. One, two, three, four..."

He just kept counting, as if Harry wasn't even there. "Draco?"

The counting stopped, and Draco went dead still. "Please let me out, Daddy."

"Draco..." Harry dropped to his knees beside him. His skin was cold and clammy. 'He's in shock.'

"You're hurting me." And Harry realized his fingers had touched the bandage. Draco's wrists were bandaged. "Please... let me out."

Harry closed his eyes for a moment, then pulled Draco up onto shaky legs and led him back into the bedroom. Putting the still whispering Draco into bed and tucking him in, Harry had a long time until Draco woke up to think about what he'd done.
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Draco awoke slowly. Someone was watching him.

"I'm sorry." Potter? "I didn't know."

He sat up, unsure what was going on. "Didn't know what?"

"Why you were here." Harry couldn't look at him. "I didn't know that..." His eyes fell on Draco's wrists.

"Oh, fuck it." Draco drew his hands under the blanket. "I can not live with Harry Potter feeling sorry for me, so just don't. Understand?"

"I'm trying to apologize!"

"Well, don't. It's not like you've ever been shoved into an enclosed space and left for days on end."

"Sucks, doesn't it?" Draco looked up in surprise. "I don't know what you all tell yourselves about me, but the Muggles I live with? They treat me like a servant. I'm here because my Uncle Vernon beat me and shoved me into a cupboard."

Draco grimaced. "Are we bonding?"

"Merlin, I hope not."
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Draco spent most of the day avoiding Harry, doing his summer homework. It seemed that Harry himself spent most of his time at Dumbledore's elbow, the two of them plotting quietly.

He was still up at midnight, reading some Muggle novel he'd found in Harry's things, (Note: Always lock your trunk, Potter. Slytherins aren't to be trusted) when the whimpering started. Nightmares. One of the horrors of abuse that Draco was spared. Daymares yes, but never nightmares He didn't ever remember having one. Draco sorta felt bad for him. 'Should I?'

He didn't even like Harry. It wasn't like with Pansy, who snuck into the boys dorms at least once a week, when the visions of human sacrifice got too bad. But to help Harry... with a scowl, Draco got out of his bed and marched over to Harry's. "Wake up you insufferable git! Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Sorry." Harry was pale, and his voice trembled. "I keep seeing it."

Seeing what? Oh. Cedric, of course. "Close your eyes and lean back."

"What?"

"Just do it." He pressed his fingers to Harry's temples and reached out with his mind. He felt the spot of ice that signified a nightmare and let his power warm it.

Harry's eyes flickered open, then snapped shut. A satisfied smirk on his face, Draco went back to bed.
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"What did you do to me last night?" Harry had slept right through breakfast and it was noon before he found Draco on the Quidditch pitch.

"I put a Band-Aid on your brain." Draco was idly tossing a quaffle in the air. "I can heal. It's my gift."

"Gift?"

"Everyone has one. Yours is getting out of any situation unscathed. Mine is healing those who aren't that lucky." He tossed the ball into the air again and Harry caught it.

"You've done that before."

"You're not the only one who dreams about death." He could still remember how Pansy described what she'd seen. Even years later, it sickened him. It was why he remained unmarked.
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Harry was once again pleading his case to Dumbledore. "I want to go stay with Sirius."

"I'm not sure that's wise." Dumbledore steepled his fingers. "Sirius is, as you know, staying with Remus. It would be difficult to explain you living with him. They may not even have room for you."

"If Remus only has one extra room, I can sleep on the couch. I've had worse." Harry tried not to sound desperate. He had to get out of here and see Sirius. He needed to know someone still wanted him.

"That's not my concern." Dumbledore could only imagine what Remus and Sirius were up to. "Perhaps closer to the end of summer." They'd probably have it out of their system by then.

They didn't want him. Harry stared at the floor. And to make it worse? He was stuck here alone, with Draco Malfoy.
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They played Quidditch as only two seekers who almost hated each other could. Harry won, and Draco sulked all day. He was sure the Snitch had some kind of grudge against his house. Dumbledore had summoned him in the middle of his hissy fit. "What am I supposed to do now?"

"We're certainly not sending you back to that empty mansion over the summer, or any of the holidays." Dumbledore meant to be reassuring. "You won't ever be kept locked up again."

"Make sure Potter knows that. Thank you, Head Master." He kicked out his chair and headed back to his room. Life currently sucked. His so called 'mortal enemy' had seen his panic attacks, and had just caught yet another snitch. It was infuriating. He stormed into the room they were sharing and could actually *feel* the bass from the music Harry was playing. "Potter, turn that crap down!"

End of Part Two
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