A/N: This is based off a YouTube video I saw by the same name. Here is the link: http:/ww[dot]youtube[dot]com[slash]watch?v=AeJBLujX4uU (of course replace the dots and slashes with the actual mark )
If you want to get a feel for where I am going with this please watch! Thanks so much.
This takes place in a A/U 6th year so none of the events I am writing about happened in the actual books.
Disclaimers: I do NOT own the rights to the entire Harry Potter world, even though I wish I did! All rights go 2 J.K Rowling, and Warner Bros.
I do not own the rights to the song Haunted.
And I do not own the idea of this FF, that would be kellygirl2002. All rights to this idea go to her not me!
This is a slash story, is you do not like, don't read! Also there is a lot of PG-13 material in this FF(swearing, suggestive themes, self-injury, smoking, more swearing, ect)…so if you don't like don't read, after all this is rated T.
Final Note: This story will switch PoV's from time to time, and I will post at the beginning of each chapter whose PoV it will be from, k?
Chapter One: Not Who I Thought He Was
Draco's PoV
Beep beep! Beep beep! Beeep beeeeeppp!
Fuck…time to get up.
I groan and roll out of bed. My alarm clock reads 5:30 am.
Ugh…time to go back to Hogwarts. I don't know why mother is making me go back…it's not like I need to all things considering.
My arm moves to pull of the covers only to find that once again they are on the floor.
Damn nightmares, they are going to kill me one day I swear.
Sighing I get out of bed. Outside it is still very dark out, even for 5:30.
"Lumos," I whisper and my wand lights up, allowing me to see where I am walking. Across from my bed is the door leading to my large bathroom. I walk in there and say "Lumos Maxima." The light leaves the tip of my wand and hovers on the ceiling, illuminating the whole bathroom. "Aquamenti temprate," I whisper and point my wand at the shower head which immediately starts pouring water. As I wait for the water to heat up I take a look in the mirror. Disheveled white-blonde hair falls in strands across my clammy forehead. My grey eyes peer out from under dark bags. Slytherin House pajama pants hang low on my hips, almost too low. A soft knock at the door startles me out of my trancelike state.
"Draco?" She asks. It is the first time I have heard her voice since he was chucked in there.
"Yes, mother?" I drawl, sounding calmer than I actually am.
"Its your father." She pauses.
Him? What could he want? Haven't I done enough for him? Or is there more? Does he want me to rescue him single handedly from Azkaban?
"What about him?"
"He is on the Floo."
"I don't want to talk to him."
"Please go talk to him, he is truly sorry,"
"That's bullshit,"
"Draco!"
"Well its true. If he really was sorry he wouldn't have done it in the first place." I snap
"Draco please, you must understand the situation you Father and I were in. If you need someone to blame, blame me." She pleads one last time.
'Go, just go. Tell him I left for school already or something. I don't care, just don't tell him the truth." The click of my door tells me that she's given up on me, for now.
I shouldn't treat her like that. She cares about me. I haven't been a very good song to her lately, moping here in my room being the son-of-a-bitch that I am.
I slip my pants off my hips and step into the steaming hot water. As it pours over my face and down my body I close my eyes and I am taken back to that day, the day that my fate was decided.
He's staring at me with those dead, glittering eyes almost exactly like mine except blue, ones that I can't bear to meet.
"Draco?" it was a command, not a question.
"Father," It is all I can do to keep my voice from shaking. He crosses the almost barren drawing room. The click, click, click, of his shoes echoes through the whole room. Another man, no, not man, something else, something more snake than man, takes Father's place at the doorway. A smile-like sneer is on his lips.
"Draco come here boy let me take a look at you..." His voice is clear and high, almost a snakes hiss. I glance over at Father who just nods. Shaking slightly I walk towards the snake-man.
"Son, this is the Dark Lord. When the time comes you will serve him,"
"Like you right?" I say, my voice is stronger now.
"Yes," I turn my attention to the Dark Lord.
"Dark Lord, when will I be able to join you? When can I be like Father and you? When can I help rid the world of mudbloods and the filth of our world?"
"Soon enough, Draco, soon enough." He laughs softly, but it is really more like a soft hiss…
A shower long shower and an hour later I am sitting in the passenger seat of the ministry car that used to be Fathers. Mother is at the wheel, her knuckles white against the black leather of the wheel. When we arrive at Kings Cross I pull out my trunk and set it on the ground, on top of it I place the cage of my eagle owl, Aberlardus.
"Goodbye Mother." I say as we reach the barrier that separates the rest of King's Cross from Platform 9 and ¾.
"Goodbye Draco. You're coming home during the Holidays this year aren't you?"
"If nothing comes up."
"Good. See you then."
"Right, bye." I start to push my way through the barrier. Just before I leave King's Cross I hear "Oh and Draco, I love you with all my heart." That is enough to make me break down, but instead I shake my head slightly and put on a brave face. Heads turn wherever I walk, I can tell they are staring at me. Whispers stop when I enter a compartment and start up again hurriedly when I leave it. When I find a compartment that is practically empty I set my trunk down and sit. The train starts soon after and its gentle movement lulls me into a nightmare ridden sleep.
At Hogwarts:
When I step off the train and onto the Hogwarts platform I immediately see Potter and his friends. My heart pounds slightly harder at the sight of him.
Potter. His stupid friends and him strut around like they own the place. Who do they think they are?
After the carriage ride to the castle the Feast starts. The stares and whispers have started again, only worse. It is all I can do to stay through the whole meal. As soon as Dumbledore dismisses us I bolt out of the Great Hall. I intend to go straight to my Prefects Dorm and break down there, but I barley make it to the bathrooms at the end of the 2nd floor hallway. I dart into the bathrooms and lock myself in one of the stalls. Sobs rack my body and I let the tears stream, hot and fast, down my face. After what seems like hours I realize that there is someone else in the bathroom, just on the other side of my stall door.
"Wh-who's there?" M voice cracks when I ask.
"Draco?" I know that voice, it's one that I have loathed since the first day of my first year. I unlock the stall door and walk out, coming face to face with Harry Potter.
"Potter, what are you doing here? Don't you know it's not nice to spy on people? Especially in the bathroom." I attempt a sneer, but it comes out more like a snivel.
"I-I wasn't spying. I heard someone crying and I-"
"I wasn't crying!" I shout. My voice cracks, proving me wrong and Potter right. Instead of laughing or walking out of the bathroom he does something totally unexpected, he walks over to me.
"What are you doing?" I ask as I pull away when his hand reaches out to touch me.
"What does it look like? I'm helping you of course." He says like it's the most natural thing in the world for him to help me. His hand reaches out and brushes some of the hair that has stuck to my sweaty forehead. I shiver unintentionally, the place where he touched me tingles and my heart pounds. Potter is so close to me that I can feel the heat radiating off his body and feel his breath caressing my cheek.
What is this feeling? I've never felt like this before…not about anyone, especially Potter.
His hands move about my face and hair, trying to return me to my natural state I guess. When he is done I look better but not totally normal, my face is still blotchy in spots and I can see faint tear tracks running down my cheeks.
"Um…." I say, not knowing what else I should say.
"Uh, yeah…" He looks up at me, his eyes meeting mine and I start to heat up under his intense stare, even though he is a good six inches shorter than me, his presence still fills the room.
"Well, uh-thanks for ya know, helping me."
"Yeah, no problem…" He looks down at his feet.
"Could you do me a favor and no mention it to anyone? I've been getting enough stares in the past 6 hours than I need so I don't want anymore…"
"Oh, yeah, sure. I wasn't planning on telling anyone anyway." He smiles and gives a small chuckle.
"Thanks, so uh-see you 'round Potter." I say and walk out.
Wow, that was the first time me and him have been civil to each other…ever. He isn't the stuck up prat I thought he was. Of course he isn't a lot of things…
I wander around the castle until I'm almost too tired to walk. Eventually I find my way back to my Prefects dorm and flop on the bed. My eyes close and the next thing I know I'm asleep.
A knock on the door wakes me up too early for my liking. "Houras," I whisper and check the time.
"Draco darling are you in there?" An all-to-familiar voice calls through the wooden doors. I sigh and hope she doesn't hear me.
"Draco I know you're in there so open the damn door before I curse it off." A different voice says. I know he is serious so I get up and walk to the door and open it. Standing before me are two of my best friends, Pansy and Blaise. Pansy was my girlfriend a while back and she still is in love with me, I don't know why all things considering. Blaise is my partner-in-crime and the one I tell everything to.
"What do you want?" I snarl, totally pissed off. The cold air hits my bare chest and makes me shiver slightly.
What do they want? It's like 8 in the morning on a freaking Saturday! What could they possibly need to tell me at this early in the morning?
Instead of answering my question Blaise pushes past me and Pansy follows him. He starts going through my stuff, looking for something, but I'm not sure what. I haven't bothered to unpack anything so it is kind of hard to find something in the mess.
"Blaise what the fuck are you doing?"
"Trying to find a clue to where the fuck you went off to yesterday after the Feast."
"Yeah, we were looking for you but we couldn't find you! There was a party in the common room and no one had seen you." Pansy chimes in. She is hanging onto my bare arm. I pull away from her and cross the room to sit on my bed.
"I wasn't at the party; I didn't even get to the dorms until like three in the morning."
"Why?"
"I had…stuff."
"Ooooh, were you meeting someone? Is she pretty? What house is she in?"
"Shut up Pansy. We both know he wasn't meeting a girl," Blaise sneers. Ever since I told him and Pansy my secret he uses it against me whenever he has the chance. I don't even know why he's still my best mate, but he is, so I just put up with that shit.
"No, I wasn't, I wasn't meeting anyone. I just took a walk around the castle, nothing interesting."
Part of the truth isn't a lie is it?
"Oh sure…." He says doubtfully.
"Blaise don't be such a prat, if Drake says he was just taking a walk then he was just taking a walk." Pansy says, sticking up for me. She always knows how to get someone, especially Blaise, off my back about something.
"Whatever. The reason we really came here was to ask you if the rumors are true."
Of course, the rumors. Even my best friends want to know about them… I might as well tell someone the truth.
"Please Draco, we just want to help." Pansy says softly as she sits next to me on the bed. I open my mouth and start to speak about what happened over the summer, starting at the beginning. By the end of my account on what happened my breath is shallow and my eyes burn with the tears that I know are soon to come.
"Oh Draco, I'm so sorry. I didn't know it was that horrible. We all thought you wanted it, the way you talked about it last year…" her voice trails off.
"Yeah, I thought I wanted it to…but now I don't. Now it's something that I have come to loathe. I can't believe I let him talk me into joining them. I don't belong there; I'm not one of them even if I have it." My voice shakes with anger and spite.
"Holy shit mate…" is all Blaise says. I'm not surprised; he's not very good at empathizing with people.
We sit there in silence for a while, when they finally leave its long after breakfast so I just curl back under the warm covers and fall back to sleep.
Two Months Later:
Things haven't gotten better, in fact they have gotten worse if that's even possible. Everyone stares at me and sometimes it's all I can do to not run out of the classroom. It doesn't help that Potter is in most of my classes. Since the first day of term he's been really nice to me, like we are friends or something. It's not like I mind or anything, its just that it's annoying and I don't understand why he wont just leave me alone. But it is nice to know that there is one person, besides Pansy and Blaise, who doesn't think I'm a total freak. Back to the whole things-aren't-better-they-are-worse thing, the only thing that keeps me from completely falling apart is cutting. The cuts aren't big or deep or anything, just large enough to let a little blood out. Whenever things start to get back I just take the tip of my wand, and transform it into a blade. Instead of using magic to heal them back up I let them heal on their own, the pain of the scabs ripping open is nice. Pansy and Blaise think I'm suicidal, but I'm not, cutting myself is just a way to let some of my pain out…Anyway I'm sitting in potions right now trying not to scream. Snape is starting to act like he's my father and he tells me that he's concerned about me…that's bullshit.
"Psst, Draco." Pansy whispers from the table behind me.
"What?" I ask irritated, I'm trying to focus on what Slughorn is saying, but failing miserably.
"Stop staring at Potters head, its really weird."
"What are you talking about I am Not Staring At his head." I attempt at a very weak lie.
"That's bull, Drake, and we both know it."
"Shutup okay?" I say defensively.
"Ohmahgawd!" She practically shrieks. Heads turn and look at her. "Uh, I saw a spider!" She says quickly and the heads turn back around.
"What was it really?" I ask, knowing full on that the spiders was a cover-up.
"You fancy him don't you?"
Damn her. She knows me too well. And if she knows this who else does?
"No, I don't." I hope that she believes me.
"You are just full of it today aren't you?"
"So what if I do? Do you have a problem with that? Are you jealous?" I sneer.
"No I do not have a problem with it. But other people might! Including Blaise."
"I don't give a damn what Blaise and all the others think."
"Well that's good I suppose. But what about Harry? Is he even, ya know, like you?"
"I don't know. But that doesn't mean I cant like him, does it?"
"No…but I just don't want you to get hurt." Just then the bell rings and I start to gather up all my books and supplies. I look up to find bright green eyes staring at me.
"Uh-hey," He says.
"Hey," I say back, still picking up my books.
"I was just wondering if you want to go to Hogsmade with me this Saturday?"
Is he asking me out? Or just being friendly?
"With who?"
"I dunno, "Mione and Ron are staying at the castle, but I need to get out of here for a while….so I just thought I could invited you…" His voice trails off and his face turns slightly red.
What the hell? Has this world gone mad?
"I-well, um, erm," I stutter.
"Never mind, I should've known you wouldn't want to go…" Harry turns and starts to walk out of the door.
"Potter wait!" I call after him. He turns around.
"It would be nice to get away from here for a while."
"Okay, so um, meet you at the front doors at like eleven?" He asks, as a grin spreads across his face.
"Sounds good." I smile back and my heart flutters.
God I am such a Hufflepuff.
So? What do you think? This took a really long time for me to write this! So I hope you like it =)
Please R&R
Peace, Love, Drarry
CrazyMuggleborn44
P.S I just wanted to let anyone who reads this know that I am senpaizukkalover44 but i changed my penname,just wanted to let you know that! =) Also I dunno if any of you got confused on who's the potions master, that would be Slughorn. Snape is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, just like in HBP