A/N = Hey all. I started writing this story awhile back. I've been really wanting to finish it though so I figured if I put it up, it'll give me more motivation to finish it. lol. Just so you know... I only have a vague idea on what I want to happen in this story. So if anyone has any ideas or any wishes, please don't hesitate to let me know. I'll see if I can put it up in here.

Disclaimer = I do not own Harry Potter or his universe. That is strictly JKs. I do, however, own the few characters you won't recognize (like the new DADA teachers and a few others).

WARNING = This story WILL contain SLASH (as in guy on guy). Also, the whole point of the story is Harry being Draco's slave. So if you're not into the whole SandM thing, don't read this. It shouldn't be horrifying or anything (least not that I have planned) but I'm giving you the warning anyway. There will also be some swearing.

I would also like to remind you that I'm Canadian and I don't know anything about Britain really aside from what I've read. So bare with me please. Thanks!

Now... I think that's it. Please enjoy the story. I'll have the next chapter up this weekend since it is already written.

'italics' are prominent thoughts

Yes Master

Prologue = Hidden Thoughts

Harry Potter.

Son of James Potter.

Son of Lily Evans Potter.

Saviour of the Wizarding World.

Draco Malfoy's obsession.

'Of course, that was a secret better left untold.' Draco added silently in his head as he glanced over at the person in question, who had just entered the Great Hall.

It was the first day back of their Sixth Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Everyone was in the Great Hall for Lunch, the late sleepers finally coming in from waking up.

Draco watched the Golden Trio as they got into what looked like a heated discussion as they walked over to the Gryffindor Table. This, of course, was on the other side of the Hall.

As the Slytherin Prince turned back to his food, his thoughts stayed on the other teen. After a few moments of silent contemplation, he looked up at Blaise Zabini, who was sitting across from him.

"Zabini, it seems like our Golden Boy hasn't been looking to great. What do you think darling?" He asked the quiet girl.

The girl jumped a bit and looked at him for a few seconds. Once the words reached her brain though, she turned to face the Gryffindor table. After another few minutes of thought, she turned back to Draco.

"Well, he is looking quiet pale. However, I don't think it's only from last night." She replied in a quiet voice.

Draco raised an eye brow at her in a silent sign for her to continue. She was a good spy, great at getting information and useful gossip. Not to mention she had good insight, which was why he valued her opinion so much.

"From what I can gather, he hasn't been sleeping much at all this summer. He has bags under his eyes and his eyes are blood shot. Not to mention all the weight he's lost over the last few months. Even now, he doesn't have anything on his plate, though his friends don't seem to notice. He didn't eat much at dinner last night either." She explained with a smirk.

Draco looked at her for a moment, processing everything she had just said. Hiding a frown, he turned to face Harry and narrowed his eyes before turning back to Blaise. "His eyes look fine to me."

"That's because he has a glamour charm on them. Why do you think no one else noticed?" She asked.

Ah, that was another great thing about her. Somehow, she was able to see through glamours and charms. Which is what made her such a good spy. She found details no one else could. She, of course, was keeping this ability secret, only select few knew of it, but when she graduated, she was planning on going into the Ministry as a Crime Scene Investigator. Something she would surely excel at.

"Of course Golden Boy would be hiding it. Can't have his fans seeing him in such poor conditions... What about his behaviour? The happy trio seemed to have been fighting when they came in." Draco sneered, acting the part of hating the boy.

Blaise looked thoughtful before she nodded and got up. "I'll do some investigating. I'll be back in a few minutes."

The Prince nodded as he watched her leave for one of the other tables. The past five years she had worked hard to make friends in other houses to get more information. Which she accomplished easily enough. Because of her silent act, people trusted her more, since she didn't act the Slytherin part much. This was their mistake of course. Every Slytherin was a Slytherin through and through. They all just showed it differently.

Shaking his head, Draco pushed all thoughts of the Gryffindor out of his head as he turned back to his food once again.

Across the Hall at the Gryffindor Table, the boy just discussed had no idea of the thoughts going through the Slytherin Prince's mind. In fact, Draco Malfoy was so far from his thoughts; he could have been from another planet.

Of course, the sixteen year old wasn't paying much attention to his two bickering friends either. Or of much going around him. He was off in his own little world. Memories and thoughts whirling in his head.

His summer had not been a good one. In fact, it was one of the worst ones yet. The Dursley's had locked him in his room all summer. He had only been allowed out when he had to do chores and to send the owl every three days to the Order. They had fed him enough to survive but nothing more, so of course he couldn't stomach much at all.

To keep himself occupied all day, he had taken up drawing. Actually, he now had folders upon folders filled with drawings he had done the past two months. On his trip to Diagon Ally last week, he had picked up a lot of drawing supplies to take with him to Hogwarts.

No one knew of his new hobby however. He had kept it hidden from everyone else. Not that he was much good at it anyway; he figured he was about average in that department. However, he didn t draw for good pictures. Or for the sake of others. He drew to keep his thoughts occupied.

The nights were the hardest. They were filled with nightmares and twisted memories. After awhile, he had given up trying to get much sleep. He'd been living off only an hour or two each night.

Not much changed when he went to the Weasley's for the last week of August. Even though he was with his friends, things stayed the same. Actually, when it came down to it, things had gotten worse.

He wasn't alone. Not really anyway. However, he still felt alone. He hadn't feel connected to his friends anymore. They didn't understand. No one did. They thought they did, always saying they understood. But none of them do. With in a day Harry had started hiding from them.

He'd given up talking to anyone as well. It seemed every time he went to go say something, an argument started. He just didn't care anymore. Nothing seemed to matter.

Not with Sirius gone.

So engrossed with his thoughts, Harry didn t notice the worried looks Ron and Hermione were giving him. However, Blaise Zabini did and it just added to everything she had found out

With a smirk, the Sixth year hurried back to the Slytherin table and slid into the open space beside Draco.

"Where'd Goyle and Crabbe go?" She asked softly as she looked around.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Back to their rooms. It appears they need to sleep off all the food they ate."

"Those two are such pigs. I don't even know how they managed to make it to Sixth Year. Though I'm sure their parents had a say in it."

"Now, now, Zabini. They aren't the ones I want information on. What did you find out?" Draco asked, steering her back in the proper direction.

The girl nodded as she settled more comfortably on the bench. "Some interesting things actually. It seems we aren't the only one's to notice his behaviour."

"Surprise, surprise. He's the Boy-Who-Lived. Everyone is always watching him."

"And everyone has their own opinion on what's going on. Though I'm sure most of them probably have some truth in it."

"Explain Zabini. Draco murmured softly, wanting her to get to the point.

"The fight you saw them having on the way in? It was about Potter's sleeping habits. The Mudblood was annoyed with him because he hasn't been getting any sleep. And the Weasel mentioned something about nightmares. It seems like it s a usual argument of theirs."

According to some Gryffindors, the three of them have been fighting none stop since they got here. It seems that last night the three of them had a huge row over his behaviour. Everyone is walking on eggshells around him."

Draco nodded at this, having noticed it himself. What he wanted to know was why Harry was acting like that.

As if sensing the thought, Blaise continued. "Most of the time he's off in his own little world, not concentrating on things around him. Everyone is getting worried. Especially the Weasel and his Mudblood. Most guesses are that something happened either this summer, or last year, or a bit of both. And my guess is on a bit of both."

"What do you mean last y- oh." Draco said, realizing what she was talking about. The DOM. That huge fight. That was when his Father was caught and sent to Azkaban. Actually, he had been meaning to thank Harry for that...

Wait... Draco frowned as he tried to remember what he had heard. Someone had died there. Gone through a veil... Bellatrix was boasting about it and something about a cousin..

"Sirius Black." Draco breathed, remembering who had died.

Blaise smirked and nodded. "Rumour has it he was Harry's Godfather. And it was Harry who had helped him escape in Third Year. From what I can gather, his death hit Potter more then people realized."

The Slytherin Prince was silent for a few minutes, thinking over everything he had heard. Before shaking his head.

"No, that can t be the only thing. There's more to it." He said.

Blaise bit her bottom lip as she thought for a moment before smiling. "Well, from what I saw at the end of last year and since we got back, Dumbledore's Golden Boy has been acting pretty cold to him. I think they got into a huge argument or something which isn't helping the matter any."

Draco gave a nod. He had noticed that as well. He had also realized that it might work to his favour. "And Potter of course, isn't handling it to well."

Blaise shook her head. "If I could take a guess, he ' probably very confused right now. From how he's acting, it seems like he's trying to avoid something. Overall, he's pretty vulnerable right now. And as far as I can tell, he won't be able to take much more of it."

Another frown appeared on the fifteen year olds face. "You're not telling me you think he's going to kill himself?"

" I think he's already tried. A few times, but not magically. The paleness of his skin doesn't just tell me that he's not sleeping or eating properly. It also tells me that he's lost a lot of blood. I can also sense a glamour charm on his wrists but I can't see for sure because of his robes."

Draco had to stop himself from letting out a gasp. "You mean to tell me that you think the Boy-Who-Lived is cutting?"

The girl gave a small shrug. "That's what the signs tell me. So what ever you plan to do Draco. You had better do it fast."

With that, Blaise got up and headed for the Great Hall door. Draco let her go, knowing that she wouldn't tell anyone else what they had discussed or what she knew. Draco gives her his protection and in turn, she only serves under him. It had been like that since the First Year.

He held back a smirk. He knew he wouldn ' have been able to hide it from her. After all, if things turned out, she would have figured it out eventually.

However, she spoke truly. If things were as bad as they both thought, then he did indeed have to move fast.

He'd finally get to do the one thing he's wanted to for years.

It was time to make Harry Potter his.