Authors Note: So I'm not sure if anyone really noticed, but I changed the rating from T to M. So as a warning, this chapter does contain physical and sexual abuse, though not anything graphic in terms of sex. It's just there really…But I wanted to give everyone a heads up. I'm not sure if an epilogue will be added or not, so I'll just say this is the last for now. Enjoy!

Chapter Four

As Draco turned a corner, he allowed himself a small break from running. At first he heard Harry's footsteps coming after him, but the other hadn't been able to catch him, which made Draco relieved. Though as he caught his breathe, the platinum blonde found himself wishing he had been able to at least say goodbye to Harry before he ran. But he also knew that if he had tried to talk to Harry about it the young Gryffindor would never let him go, saying they would get through it together. But if Dominic had been able to find Harry's work so quickly…there was just no telling what he might be willing to do.

With that in mind Draco continued his trek towards his master's residence, a gloomy feeling slowly snaking its way through him as he entered a shadier part of London. There were no more trees or attractive buildings. Instead he was surrounded by dark, damp alleys and molded brick buildings. When his "home" finally came into view he found himself slowing down his pace. Gazing up the stairs towards the door he thought back on the past two days; meeting Harry at the café, being saved yet again by the wizard savior, and finding that there was someone out there who actually cared about him.

His footsteps were soft as he climbed the stairs, his breathe quickened as he placed a hand on the door. 'You can do this…for Harry," he thought as he twisted the knob. The door creaked as it opened and he stepped inside, glancing around to see if he was alone. But a minute later he found that this small hope was too good to be true.

Moments after he had stepped over the threshold he found himself staring into Dominic's onyx eyes. A smirk ran across his lips as his he ran his hand through his black hair. "I see you decided to come back. Good decision."

Draco kept his eyes locked on the floor, terrified to look up. It was his hope that if he said nothing, did nothing, that things would move along and he could pass through it as he always had…lifeless. He allowed his eyes to close as he felt the familiar grip of Dominic's hands on his arms right before he shoved him against their wall.

"You Will look at me when I'm talking to you," he growled, using one of his hands to force Draco to gaze up at him. "You know better than to run off the way you did…I needed you," he said, slowly tracing his hand down Draco's chest before sending his fist flying into his guy and throwing him to the floor. His eyes locked on the poor boy as if he were nothing more than a piece of property, his and his alone. "You know you shouldn't have done that."

Grey eyes looked up at him in fear, wincing from the pain and stumbling to get back up. "I know that…It was a mistake and I know…I'm sorry," he said, stumbling as he made an attempt to stand up. But before he was able to he let out a strangled cry as his owner's foot collided with his ribs, sending him to the floor.

"Of course you ask for forgiveness now, you little piece of shit." Dominic glared before sending another kick, this time at Draco's legs. "I lost one of our friends last night. After I assured him you'd be here you go and pull this running away shit!" Another hit. "Do you know how embarrassed I was?" Another.

Draco was beyond feeling. Pain wracked his entire body as he took the beating, praying over and over again for Dominic to finish. He could taste the salt on his lips, tears and blood mixed together. "I…I s-swear I didn't mean to…N-nothing happened!"

At this Dominic snickered, bending down on one knee and forcing Draco to face him. "Do you really think I'd ever believe someone would actually want you? That was the last thing I was ever worried about. How could anyone want someone as pathetic, worthless, and repulsive as you? Why do you think you're still here? No one wants you Draco, and no one ever will."

Draco's tears streamed down his cheeks, partially from the physical pain, but mostly from the psychological as he listened to the cruel words spoken to him. He took them in, trying to fight them off by remembering Harry's words to him. "That's not true…," he whispered softly. "S-someone wanted me…"

"They won't when I'm done with you," Dominic sneered. "I assure you of that."

The blonde slammed his eyes shut and attempted to curl into a ball as he felt rough hands slowly tracing down his body. "Please…no…"

Yet his pleading was ignored, and Dominic's fingers slid under his shirt as he lowered his lips to Draco's neck. He began sobbing freely as he felt teeth biting into his skin, feeling the other shift their weight so that he was now being crushed by the weight of his dominator. He looked away as he felt a free hand running down his thigh, lightly at first, but soon trying to force his legs apart. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he felt the other tearing throw the shirt Harry had leant him, shame coursing through his body.

Suddenly, he felt himself beginning to struggle, something that had never happened before. It made no difference, however, for he was too weak and what strength he had was fading. But for the first time his arms were making some kind of attempt to push him away, but to no avail. However as he felt a button break from his pants, he began to struggle a bit more, earning him a slap across the face as Dominic glowered over him. His eyes were like daggers, stabbing him in the heart. "Stop struggling," he whispered.

And Draco found himself looking away, unable to face his attacker any longer, sobs choking there way out of him, words unable to form. His arms grew tired and began to stop any attempts to save himself. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on anything else. And as Dominic's hands continued to move lower he bit down on his lip, preparing himself for what was to come.

CRASH. Draco's eyes snapped open as he heard the door slam open and footsteps surrounding them. He gasped as he felt Dominic's weight lifted away from him, vaguely thinking he saw some of what muggles referred to as policemen, similar to the aurors. Just as he was about to allow his eyes to slide shut he heard a familiar voice, causing him to quietly gasp.

"Draco…oh god Draco…" he heard as he felt a pair of strong arms slowly lifting him to a sitting position, causing him to groan in pain. "Oh my god I'm sorry…"

When he finally lifted his head he found himself staring into a pair of comforting green eyes, causing fresh tears to form. But this time, however, they were from relief. "Harry…," he said quietly, his voice raspy.

"Sh…, save your strength," his savior said softly. "Everything's going to be alright…he's not coming back."

He felt Harry brushing through his hair softly, yet tentatively, as if almost nervous to touch him. It wasn't until he thought of this that the realization of everything that had happened and was happening truly hit him. Draco curled into himself, trying to close himself off from Harry, ignoring the pain in his ribs. "Y-you don't want me…you c-couldn't possibly…after this…oh god Harry he…he was going to….again…I couldn't stop it…couldn't do anything…." His voice stopped working, his breathe coming out in short gasps as tried to cover himself.

Harry, on the other hand, was not so quick to give in. He slowly, gently, cupped Draco's face in his hands and placed a gentle, yet loving kiss on his lips. Before he spoke, however, he made sure his eyes were locked with the grey one's across from him. "Nothing that man did makes me feel any differently about you. You've been through so much Draco…but I'll never not want you because of something that was out of your control. I understand why you came back…I do. It was the bravest thing I've seen…I mean it" He stopped for a moment, taking a blanket from one of the officers and giving a small thanks before wrapping it around the blonde's shaking form.

"Where am I going to go…I don't have any money of my own…no place to live…" Draco stopped, his breathes coming out in painful gasps. "Oh god it hurts…" His injuries finally starting to take a toll on him, Draco leaned forward, his head resting on Harry's chest.

Harry's eyes filled with worry as he gazed down at Draco struggling to breathe. "I need to get you out of here…" he said softly. Despite his hate of using magic to fool muggles, he pulled out his wand, muttering memory charm to erase the apparation he was about to do. Holding Draco close to him, he apparated both of them back to his home

When the appeared in Harry's living room he looked down to see Draco's eyes close as he slipped into unconsciousness. He cursed softly, lifting the paper light boy into his arms and quickly moving him to his bed while muttering "ferula" to himself, conjuring a splint and bandages that he would need to repair the damage inflicted on his young dragon.

Hours after Harry had finished bandaging and patching Draco's injuries, the blonde finally began to wake. A small moan escaped his lips as his eyes began to open, squinting at the light shining the room. His first instinct was to sit up, but as soon as he made an attempt he felt himself gently pushed back down. Confusion shone on his face, and was immediately given an answer. "Your ribs…they're badly bruised. It'll probably hurt to move for a while I'm afraid," Harry explained softly. "You had a fracture in your leg also…I managed to bandage everything up though. And I've got a few potions that should make the healing go by a lot faster."

Draco looked up at him, taking in his words. "Thank you…" he whispered softly, his voice trailing off nervously. As he stared at his…friend? Yes, they were at least friends….he felt as though he never wanted to be away from him again. His savior…his protector…the one person who somehow could still manage to find some beauty within his grotesque form. As his thoughts strayed on to past events, something dawned upon him. "How did you know where I was?"

He noted Harry's solemn expression, how worry seemed to cloud over him. "When I came back and saw the note on the floor…I knew you had gone back. It took me a minute to really move I was so scared of what might happen…I tried going after you myself but I knew I'd never be able to find you…so I went to the muggle police instead and told them about the window and who had done. They used my description to match him to the person living there…then we found you." Harry's voice softened towards the end. "I was so scared when I saw them pull him off you…"

When Draco noticed his green eye's tearing up turned his gaze to his lap. "I'm so sorry…I didn't want to worry you so much…I just…didn't know what else to do…I don't know what I'd do if something had happened to you…I had to go back…But I…God Harry why do I feel like I've fallen apart?" Crystalline tears slid down his cheeks. "How can you stand it…"

As Draco broke down Harry was right next to him. He slid into the large bed next to Draco, wrapping his arms around him as he whispered soft, comforting words repeatedly into his ear. "After everything you've gone through Draco feeling like you've fallen apart is completely normal. But I'm here for you Dray…I'll always be here, whenever you need me. I'll protect you…"

After a while, when the two were on the verge of slumber, Draco had one more request, despite everything else. He lightly tugged on Harry's sleeve, before allowing his eyes to close. "Don't leave me Harry…please…"

Silence followed for a moment, but just as sleep was about to overcome, he distinctly heard his savior's voice answer him. "Never love…I'll never leave you."