We Found Love in a Hopeless Place

Draco let out a soft sigh as he sat up in his hospital bed right after the Healer left the room. He looked down at IV in his hand. It hurt, he thought as he scowled. Why did the Healers use this stupid Muggle technology? They said something about Draco being "malnourished and dehydrated."

"I hate this."

"I know." Narcissa sighed as she placed a hand on Draco's IV-free hand.

"Enough with complaining, you got yourself into this predicament."

"Enough, Lucius!" Narcissa hissed before looking at Draco with sorrow in her eyes.

Draco swallowed thickly as he slowly looked out the window, trying to ignore his father's comment. His father was right. It was his own fault. "You're right. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to put you through this."

"Draco, it's okay. We understand."

"No, we don't! You are the heir of the Malfoy family! You are a disgrace!"

"Lucius!" She stood up quickly and grabbed Lucius by his elbow and took him out of the room, shutting the door behind him. "Enough. You didn't see him hanging there. Lucius, our only son.. a rope around his neck, his legs dangling.. This is hard enough on him. And it's hard on me. I was the one who found him."

Lucius said nothing as he stared at his wife of many years as she tried to compose herself as she struggled not to cry. Their only son was indeed in the room before them after almost succeeding in hanging himself. He pulled her into a hug, allowing her to hide her face in his chest. Normally, this wasn't something a Malfoy would do, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

The elder Malfoy heard someone approach and looked over his shoulder to surprisingly find none other than the famous Harry Potter staring at the husband and wife. "What are you doing here?" He asked begrudgingly as his eyes narrowed with no time to waste.

"I heard what happened." Harry said softly.

"You have no right being here," Lucius spat with venom dripping from his every word.

"If I remember correctly, I'm the reason that you lot stayed out of Azkaban. If I hadn't said anything, all three of you would be thrown in there for life." Harry let out with a sigh. He didn't really want to have to resort to this, but he knew that Lucius hated him and the Malfoy family were, regretfully to them, in Harry's debt.

"Lucius, he's right." Narcissa said softly, "come on, I know you're hungry, let's go and grab some food."

"If I hear one thing, Potter.."

"I'm not going to attack him," Potter said, slightly taken aback. Harry nodded at Narcissa and she gave him a slight nod in return before he turned to the door and knocked softly. He could hear a faint "go away," and couldn't help but to smirk to himself. Classic Malfoy, he thought as he decided to open the door anyways.

Draco's eyes narrowed the second he saw Potter's face. "What in the name of Merlin are you doing here?"

Harry said nothing as he walked over to the seat right next to Draco's bed. "Do you mind if I sit there?"

The only heir of the Malfoy family frowned, "yes, I do mind."

"Great." Harry laughed slightly as he sat down in the chair, taking off his jacket and laid it across his lap.

"I said I minded."

"How're you feeling?" He asked in a soft voice, trying not to anger the old classmate.

"I'm feeling chipper," the blond's eyes narrowed once more, "what do you think?" He paused for a second before resuming, "doesn't a famous Auror like you have more bigger things to do than visit the guy he fell out most with in school? I can't even recall how many times I've been cross with you."

Harry couldn't help but to laugh at that, "if I had a Galleon for every time that we were cross with each other, I'd be rich."

"Potter, you're already rich."

"Sorry, I should rephrase, I'd be as rich as a Malfoy."

"Funny," Draco spat. "Why are you here?"

"I heard.. about what happened."

"Oh? Came to mock me? To make me feel even more shit that I didn't succeed in killing myself?" Draco couldn't believe what a prat Harry fucking Potter still was. Sure, Draco wouldn't admit it, but he was in life debt to Potter for keeping him and his family out of Azkaban, but just because he was Saint Potter he thought he could act however he pleased. It made Draco sick thinking about it.

"No, not that at all." Did Draco see worry in Potter's eyes? Impossible. Of course he didn't. "I'm glad you didn't succeed, actually."

Did Potter really think that Malfoy would fall for a trick like this so easily? "Taking the piss, Scarhead?"

"What?" Now Draco saw a flash of disbelief. What was going on with The Boy Who Lived? "No, of course not. Why would you think I wanted you to die?"

Draco couldn't help but to feel cross with Harry. He was surely taking the piss. "We hate each other," he couldn't help but to say slowly as if he were talking to a disabled person.

"Oh," Harry muttered as he looked at his coat in his lap while he mindlessly picked at a loose thread with one hand. "I don't hate you."

"What?" The tone of shock and disbelief was apparent and couldn't be mistaken in Draco's own voice.

Narcissa opened the door and her nearing twenty-year-old son jumped at the sound, his lips quickly forming back into his normal, sour scowl.

"I think it's time for you to leave."

"I was just going." Harry slowly stood up and put his coat on. "Would you mind if I visited again?"

"Of course I would mind, Potty."

"I'll see you tomorrow, then. Same time, yeah?"

"Wanker." Draco muttered under his breath.

"It was.. nice seeing you two again." Harry nodded to the Malfoy parents as he left, trying to smile at them. He didn't have it in him anymore to be mean for the family. If it wasn't for Draco, Harry would have died at the Malfoy Manor and if it wasn't for Narcissa, Harry would have died in the Forbidden Forrest.. again.