Because Of You
Chapter 1 - The Pain
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"You only want me to do it because you're afraid of Potter. You're afraid of how strong he is... you're the coward." Draco stated calmly, staring his father down, his eyes were cold, and dark shadows marred lamely under them, his face was a pale white color.
Lucius snarled and back-handed Draco across the face hard, "You rude, ungrateful boy! How dare you speak that name in this house?"
Draco turned and glared as he felt his cheek burn red, staring darkly at his father, "But it's true! ... And you know it! You're only scared!"
"Don't raise your mouth at me!" Lucius smacked him again, pulling out his wand and pointing it at the young blond, "I thought I had taught you better! Taught you everything you know! And this is how you repay me? You're worthless! ... You will go back this year and you will do as you're told... Understood?... And as for the Potter boy... Deal with him!"
"How can I? Potter's defeated the Dark Lord three times already! And you don't dare to touch him either," Draco still watched his father with the same cold expression, "I don't have that kind of power! ... I'll die!" He spoke with no emotion in his words, "I won't, do it. I refuse to."
Lucius uttered the Cruciatus Curse and watched as his son collapsed to the floor; screaming in pain. After a few minutes he finally stopped and stepped away, not even wincing once at the look of horror on his son's face, "You are a disgrace! Keep with those words and I will make you regret ever being born!"
Draco growled as his father turned and walked from the room, not even sparing a passing glance, he sat up slowly and wiped the blood from under his nose, "Like I don't already..."
He sat for a while, gathering his breath, finally, slowly he pulled himself from the floor and stood weakly, turning around and walking out of the front door.
"The Potter boy?" Pansy watched her friend's facial expressions closely as they both walked together down the road from his house.
Draco only continued walking, nodded solemnly in thought, "Lucius wants me to kill him. I told him that I couldn't."
"You can't?"
"I can't." Repeated the blond Slytherin, "You know I'll die."
Pansy rolled her eyes, her hands embracing each other behind her back, "So you've said a million times before."
Draco nodded again, "And I'm right. After all, Potter has defeated you-know-who before, countless times."
"True. But you aren't going to at least try?"
Draco rolled his eyes, "I'm feeling deja-vu-ish."
Pansy giggled a bit, still watching the blond closely, "Yeah, sorry Draco. So, what are you going to do? You won't get away with doing nothing. Lucius will know."
"Don't you think I know that already?" Draco asked walking on, "I haven't been able to think of anything yet, and if I don't soon, I'll be dead. Term starts in just four days."
Harry sat running his fork over his eggs as his eyes watched a certain Slytherin enter the Great Hall and sit down in his designated seat, "Malfoy's looking a bit discolored," He mumbled to himself.
"You don't say?" Hermione asked with a roll of her eyes, she smiled inwardly.
Ron chuckled from his seat beside Harry, "Maybe it's a good sign."
"I'm serious," Harry said bitterly.
Ron shrugged and crumpled his eyebrows, "It's his choice, he's rich, so he's got plenty of money, if he's starving himself it's his choice, all his."
Hermione agreed with a nod, setting down her book to watch Harry, her mind filling with 'noble intentions'.
Harry shook his head and continued eating.
"I'm sure he's just fine Harry. No need for you to worry," She inclined.
"I'm not worrying."
After the trio had settled down in their common room for homework, they went into a long silence, the argument from dinner hanging in their minds.
Harry sat scribbling answers for his Divination chart this month, Ron was working on his three page essay for Potions that was due the very next day, and Hermione was working on an Arithmancy assignment.
"Why would he be starving himself?" Harry asked finally, sounding frustrated, not looking up from his chart.
Hermione sighed, "Is this about Malfoy again?"
Ron rolled his eyes.
"Yes." Harry backed himself up, "I mean, why would he do that? He has everything anyone would ever want, why's he starving himself? Hasn't his father done anything about it? Has he even noticed?"
"Why are you still going on about this?" Ron moaned, "It's Malfoy we're talking about here, right? That ferret's done things for no reason before. Why does he need an excuse now?"
Harry frowned and glared at Ron, "It just... Doesn't make any sense."
"Malfoy doesn't make any sense." Hermione looked at Harry, "Why are you so concerned, Harry? He's nothing to do with you, he's none of your trouble."
"I'm not concerned," Harry stood up, "I'm finished, see you both later." He went to the Boy's dormitories and grabbed his invisibility cloak, after he had he pulled out the marauder's map and stuffed it in his pocket he went back down stairs.
He left the dormitories with the invisibility cloak on, sneaking out behind Seamus, and headed off down the hallway.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," He whispered tapping his wand on the blank parchment.
As he walked he looked around the parchment, his eyes going over the countless halls, Crabbe and Goyle were still in the Great Hall, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini were in their Common Room, but he couldn't find Malfoy anywhere.
He sighed and began looking over the Hogwart's Grounds.
Draco paced slowly down to the lake, cheeks flushed, he sat down against a tree closest to the water, a book on Potions sitting in his lap, he sighed, trying to relax.
He ran his hand through his damp matted hair and laid he head back against the bark to rest.
He then rubbed his temples and blushed when he heard his stomach rumble weakly, he ignored it and closed his eyes, he could feel the lack of sleep dying to be satisfied, the burning in his eyes from being opened too long.
When he looked up again he was surprised to see his father's Eagle-Owl swooping down by him, dropping a letter on top of his book and setting off in a huff again.
The Slytherin stared at it only a moment, looking back at the Owl disappearing into the clouds, finally he picked up the letter.
He was about to open it when he felt something knock his foot hard, he stopped and looked around; there was nothing.
After waiting a few more minutes, searching for a sign that someone was there, he shrugged it off and opened the parchment to read.
Dear Draco,
The Dark Lord is not happy with you. Kill the boy or you will be condemned, stop sitting on your ass and do something about that ruddy Gryffindor. And take those feelings for that scarred abomination and shove them. The Dark Lord wants you home for the Holidays this year, and have your arm ready by then. Now go and do as I say.
Lucius Malfoy
Draco paled, he looked around again when he heard what sounded like a light gasp and then folded the parchment up in a hurry, "Damn... He knows about Potter..." He mumbled loudly.
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