"I hate living alone and I like sex. He was easy... not that it's a nice thing to say."
                              
"He seemed pretty desperate and controlling."
                              
"Yeah. It's hard to find someone who doesn't just look at me as the hero... the Chosen One," Harry confessed.
                              
"Well, to me you'll always be Potter, the scruffy-haired, clueless, hothead Gryffindor."
                              
"Hey!"
                              
"I'm joking, Harry. And I'm sorry. I do know how you feel. No one sees me as anything but a villain. A Death Eater...."
                              
"I don't see you as that."
                              
Draco lowered his head. "Maybe...."
                              
"Hey... you're still the snarky, sassy, smart, pointy-nosed git that's always kept me on my toes. I never thought you were evil, just a pompous jerk... but you're not that anymore," Harry added, quickly.
                              
Draco gave him a weak smile and Gus, still in his arms, licked his face. He petted him. Gus must have sensed that he was distressed.
                              
Harry came over. Shadow was shadowing him. "You aren't, Draco. You went through a lot in the war... and after. You didn't deserve all of that."
                              
"I don't know, Harry. I hurt people. I used Crucio and Imperio and was a bigot asshole. I think I got exactly what I deserve," Draco turned and walked into his room, shutting the door.
                              
Gus was squirming in his arms, trying to lick him, again. Draco set him on his bed and Gus jumped up on two legs and put his front paws on his chest. He licked his chin, desperate to comfort him.
                              
"Oh, Gus... I definitely don't deserve you," he whispered and kissed the top of his head, as he scratched behind his ears. "I'm a bad guy. You should be with Harry. He's a hero... the savior and I'm the villain. I'm not supposed to be happy... I'm supposed to suffer."
                              
Gus just stared at him and tried to lick him, again. Draco smiled, as tears came out. He picked up the krup and sat back down on the bed. Gus settled down, right on his chest, inches from his face. His black eyes stared at him, with absolute love in them. Draco never felt such devotion, and it was only growing, he realized. Gus was strengthening their bond, trying to calm him down. He knew that he could never leave the krup, just like Potter had said.
                              
"Thank you," he told the krup, and Gus lifted his head, his ears perked up. He tilted his head, and his paw lightly swatted his face. "Scratches for my fluffy puppy?" 
                              
He petted Gus for a long time and slowly calmed down enough to fall asleep. Gus was still on his stomach when he woke up and he licked him as a way of a good morning. Draco liked the affection, but didn't appreciate dog breath.
                              
"Go on... go outside while I shower."
                              
Gus jumped down and walked through the door, apparently listening to him. Draco thoroughly showered and changed into his work clothes, though he had a few hours. He just finished his hair when there was a knock on the door. Gus and Shadow came right in though, though Shadow was looking at the door, waiting for Harry.
                              
"Come in," he said.
                              
Harry opened the door and he was in his Auror robes. It was Monday. "I came home early... I wasn't sure that you would call me. Are you okay?"
                              
"Yeah... Gus cheered me up. Sorry, I didn't mean for it to get so deep last night."
                              
"It's understandable. But Draco... no deserves to live like you were. No one deserves to be sexually assaulted and tortured. You saved me from death, Draco. You defied your father and Voldemort for me. You were trapped."