"They're ex-Death Eaters," Kingsley explained as they examined the old warehouse. "They were never taken to court after the war. They're obviously taking revenge on Harry for killing their master."

Ron wasn't listening. He already new the plan inside-out. He only cared about who was inside that warehouse.

Harry.

Harry—his best friend, his brother—was in there somewhere. Who knew what state he was in? Was he hurt? Worse? Ron wasn't worried about that right now. He was more worried about getting his friend out alive.

God help the bastards that had taken Harry, 'cause Ron was going to kill them.

"Ready, Ron?" Kinglsey asked, setting his hand on Ron's shoulder.

Ron nodded as determination settled over his features.

"Let's go."

***

Ron paced anxiously outside the hospital room doors. He shuddered as he remember what his best friend had looked like, chained to the warehouse wall as he had been when they found him.

Bruises. Cuts. Gashes. Welts.

Blood.

Ron shuddered again.

There had been so much blood.

When the Death Eaters had caught wind of Harry's rescue, they had done their best to finish him off.

"SECTUMSEMPRA!"

Ron jolted when he remembered the awful word being thrown at his friend multiple times. He squeezed his eyes shut and willed the horrid memories away.

Why Harry? What did he ever do?

"Mr. Weasley?"

Ron spun. Harry's Healer—Jacob Hall, if Ron remembered correctly, but he didn't really care at the moment—stood in the doorway into Harry's room. He looked tired and worn, but happy,nonetheless.

That was good—right?

"Jacob," Ron almost sprinted to him. "Is he—is he okay?"

Jacob gave a tired smile, "Harry's pretty banged up, but—somehow—he didn't sustain any internal injuries. Pretty astounding, considering the beating he received. He will have quite a few scars, though from the S—" he caught a look at Ron's face and backtracked "—the, uh, the spell used on him. But, given time, he should be as good as new."

"Is he accepting visitors?" Ron was almost surprised to hear his voice shaking.

"He's still asleep," Jacob answered. "We gave him a mild sleeping potion to help him get some rest. Looked like the poor guy had barely gotten any sleep—which I don't blame him. But yeah, it'll be fine if you sit with him." He paused. "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

Ron almost shook his head, but then thought of something. "Actually, can you owl my fiancé, Hermione Granger, and tell her where Harry is? She's with Harry's boyfriend, who's really torn up about it all. I didn't want to tell them where he was and get their hopes up, just in case… you know…"

Jacob smiled at him gently, "Of course I will. Now, go see your friend."

Ron smiled at him gratefully and stepped around him into Harry's room.

***

If you didn't know the events that had happened in the last week and a half, you would've thought there was a raid in St. Mungos with all the noise Draco was making as he searched frantically for his boyfriend.

"WHERE IS HE, DAMMIT?"

"Draco!" Hermione gasped when she finally caught up with him. She caught his arm and made him turn to look at her. "You need to calm down before you get us thrown out. Now, follow me. I know where he is."

Draco's bottom lip trembled, "What if he's—"

"Don't think like that," Hermione hushed. "Come on. Let's go find him."

Draco nodded and allowed Hermione to take his hand and lead him down another corridor. "Ron!" Hermione called once they took a right down yet another corridor. Weasley was standing outside on of the many doors with his arms crossed—almost as if he was guarding it.

Draco knew what that meant instantly.

Harry.

He broke out in a sprint and then skidded to a stop in front of Ron. "How is he? Is he okay? How badly was he hurt? Is—"

"Malfoy," Weasley looked irritated as he raised a hand to stop Draco. "Calm down. Harry's going to be fine. We found him in time."

Draco nearly collapsed with relief.

"However."

Shit.

"Harry's pretty banged up. Broken ribs, cuts, bruises, etc… And he's going to be sore, so don't jump on him as soon as you get in there."

Draco swallowed and nodded.

"And he's still asleep, so don't wake him up. He'll need all the rest he can get."

Draco stepped around him into Harry's room.

Hermione turned to Ron and asked hesitantly, "What all happened, Ron?"

Ron closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, "They were ex-Death Eaters, and they were taking revenge on Harry for killing Voldemort. They didn't think we would catch them as soon as we did and had planned on killing Harry and sending his body back. But when they caught wind of Harry's rescue, they tried to finish him off… They—" he swallowed. "They cast theSectumsempra on him… Three times…"

Hermione covered her mouth with her hand.

"We got there in time, though, and were able to stop the bleeding. Jacob said he'll be fine, but… God, Hermione—he looks bad."

Hermione reached forward and hugged him.

***

When Harry woke up, he felt as if he had been Cruicio-ed multiple times. His head hurt, his throat was dry, it hurt to breathe, his arms and legs were sore, and his chest ached. What happened?

Oh… Yeah…

But where was he now? The last thing he remembered was Ron bursting in with Kingsley—

His eyes flew open. He examined the white-walled room and took note of the smell of healing herbs and potions.

St. Mungos.

Harry jumped when he felt movement over to his side. He looked over and grinned when he saw Draco asleep in the chair beside Harry's bed, with his head resting on the side of the bed and his hand clutching Harry's.

Harry's smile slipped off his face, however, when he saw the dark circles under Draco's eyes and the paleness of his skin. So he hadn't slept much.

Harry gently removed his hand from Draco's grasp and stroked Draco's blond hair. Draco stirred suddenly and opened his eyes, silver instantly meeting green.

"Harry?" Draco murmured, raising his head up. Harry's hand slipped from Draco's hair to his cheek and he stroked his cheek bone.

"Hi, Draco," Harry was surprised at the roughness of his voice.

Draco reached up so he could take Harry's hand off his face and tangle their fingers together. He pressed a delicate kill to the back of Harry's hand, "How do you feel?"

Harry grimaced.

Draco's eyes were bright as he cupped Harry's cheek gingerly. "I missed you," he whispered, his voice wavering.

Harry leaned into Draco's touch and squeezed his fingers, "I missed you, too."

"You were gone for almost two weeks, Harry," Draco whispered. "I didn't know if you were okay, if you were hurt, if you were—" he broke off on a strangled sob and let go of Harry so he could cover his face with his hands. Harry's heart shattered when he saw that Draco was trembling violently in his effort to keep his sobs in. "I-I had n-nightmares. They—"

"Were only nightmares," Harry cut in softly, reaching up and grabbing Draco's wrist to try and tug his hands away from his face. When Draco didn't budge, Harry whispered, "Let me see your eyes."

Draco slowly removed his hands from his face and Harry reached up to thumb away the tears that had slipped down Draco's cheeks. "It's okay, Draco," Harry whispered, keeping his face cradled in his hands. "Everything's fine. I'm fine."

"Except you're not, Harry," Draco's voice wobbled dangerously and Harry stroked his cheekbones soothingly. "You're in a hospital bed, Harry. You're covered in bandages, and you're in pain, and you're so obviously not okay. I—"

"Hey," Harry gently pulled Draco down for a chaste but sweet kiss. "Everything's going to be okay. I'm back and I'm not going anywhere again, okay?"

Draco nodded shakily.

"Good," Harry smiled and pecked him on the lips again. "Now, come lay with me."

Draco gave a watery chuckle and climbed onto the bed beside Harry. He slipped an arm around Harry's shoulders and Harry gently—so as to not aggravate his wounds—maneuvered himself so that his head was on Draco's chest. Draco rubbed Harry's arm and kissed his temple. "Do you hurt right now?"

"I'm a bit sore," Harry answered as he grabbed Draco's free hand and twined their fingers together. "But I'm—" he yawned. "—I'm fine."

Draco chuckled fondly and kissed the top of Harry's head. "Go to sleep, love. I'll be here when you wake up."

Harry nodded sleepily and snuggled closer to the warmth that Draco radiated. His breathing soon evened out, letting Draco know that the other boy was finally asleep.

"Hey," Weasley was standing at the door, arms crossed. "How is he?"

"Sore," Draco answered. "He's asleep right now."

Weasley nodded and seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking softly, "How are you?"

Draco stared at him for a moment, "… I'm fine."

And he was. He had his Harry back.