Blurred Lines

A/N: Hey. Welcome to the follow up of Fallen Angel. Where FA was from Harry's POV, this one will be from various POVs, mainly Draco, Hermione and Ron. I hope you take to this as much as you did FA. :)

The Manor was a gloomy place at night. It was August 31, and in the morning, Draco would be leaving for Hogwarts for his final year. Without Harry. He hadn't, in fact, seen Harry all summer. It seemed the man had vanished into thin air. He knew, as Torva, he could get in and out of the grounds easy, but every meeting he had been to, Draco had noticed the green mask to be missing. He had asked his mother, father and godfather, and all three hadn't known either. He had asked Harry's friends, and they also didn't know, though Draco was sure Hermione and Ron had an idea. Right now, Draco was sulking, wearing simply his slacks, staring out of his bedroom window. It was near midnight, and thunder rain was coming down thick and fast, the odd flash of lightning blazing across the sky. Each flash lit up his room, which reflected in his window. The weather reflected his emotions; sad, lonely, cold. He watched as another flash lit up the sky, but this time it reflected a shadow in his room. A human shaped shadow. Draco didn't moved, instead continuing to look out of his window. The Manor was silent and everyone was asleep. He didn't have to turn around to know who his visitor was. "Where have you been?" He asked softly, quietly so as not to wake the rest of the house.

"Hunting. I've been busy. I'm sorry Draco…"

"Save it Harry." The blond stood and walked up to the man before him, taking in his rugged appearance. "I have been worried sick about you. Nobody has heard anything from you for weeks. Do you have any idea how I have felt?"

"Draco, I am so sorry…"

"Sorry isn't good enough." He spun and made his way back over to the window, stopping short of it this time as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Harry sighed. Cautiously, so as not to anger his boyfriend much more, he made his way over to him, wrapping his arms around the other's waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. When he spoke, it was softly, and laced with regret. "Draco, I am so sorry. I've been out after Horcruxes. I've spent a lot of time in Dumbledore's office, retracing his steps, speaking to the people he spoke to. That's why I've been busy. I'm sorry I left you on your own, and I'm sorry I didn't let you know where I was. But the less people know the better. I don't want anybody knowing in case Tom decides to find out for himself. Please believe me." He started to kiss the blond's bare shoulder gently, slowly edging his way up to his neck and ear lobe.

"You think you can win me over that easy?" Draco asked, though he smirked and relaxed in his lover's arms.

"It seems to be working." Harry replied, continuing his ministrations.

Draco turned in Harry's arms, placing his hands on his partner's hips as Harry left his on Draco's waist. "It most certainly does." Draco leaned forward and captured his lover's lips in a sweet kiss before pulling him into a hug. "I understand that you have to leave and don't want people to know where you are, but at least let me know you're safe, yeah?"

"Draco, I can't come and visit you. Nor can I send an owl, they're all being intercepted." Harry sighed.

"I know. Just, some way, please?" Draco begged.

"I'll try. But I can't make any promises." Harry offered.

"That's enough." Draco replied. He pulled back. "Stay with me the night."

"I can't…"

"Please." Draco took his hand and pulled him over to the bed. "Just stay here. I need to know you're safe."

Harry stared at the needing look on his boyfriend's face before nodding, getting into bed beside the other.

That night, Draco fell asleep in the warm, comforting arms of his lover, but woke up in the cold confines of an empty bed, once again alone…

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As per usual, Platform 9 ¾ was bustling with parents and students alike on September 1st. Draco was already sat in a compartment, staring out the window at the mass of people around him. He kept hoping to see a flash black amongst the crowd, or a twinkle of green in his reflection, but he saw neither. Instead, all he saw were hundreds of happy families and friends, excited for the new term. He heard the compartment door open and spun round quickly, hoping beyond hope that Harry had changed his mind. His face fell, however, when he saw Pansy, Blaise, Greg, Vincent, Astoria, Daphne, Theodore and Millicent walk in instead just as the train started to move.

Pansy instantly sensed her friend's sorrow. "Oh Draco…" she rushed forward and enveloped him into a hug, which he gladly returned. "It'll be alright Dray. He'll come back to you. He just needs to do…whatever it is he's doing, alone. If it makes things better, talk to Hermione and Ron. But later. For now, just let it all out." She held him as the tears started.

Draco cried and cried, letting out the emotions he had been holding back all summer. He was worried and scared for Harry, and just wanted to know he would be safe. Embarrassed at letting down his guard, he pulled back from the dark-haired girl and wiped his eyes quickly. "Sorry. I didn't mean to break down like that."

"Don't apologise Draco. Everybody has to at some point." Astoria told him kindly.

Draco smiled, before hesitating. "Hey, guys, can you give me some privacy please? I'd rather travel alone this time."

"Of course. Come on everyone, let's leave Draco alone." Pansy ordered them all back out, but held back a second. "Draco, don't hold it back all year. And certainly, don't shut us all out. It won't do you any good." She squeezed his hand and left, leaving him to his solitude.

For half the journey, Draco simply stared out of the window, locked in his own thoughts. However, when the train was nearing Leeds, Draco heard the carriage door open and somebody sit down opposite him. Turning his head, he come face to face with a girl. She was pretty, about his age, with dark brown hair, which she had curled, and bright blue eyes. He'd seen her before, he knew he had, but he couldn't place where, or what her name was. He raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you?"

"Honestly, Draco, for the title Slytherin Ice Prince, you really don't know your subjects very well. I suggest you brush up on the names of the people in your house."

"Look, either tell me who you are and what you want, or get out. I'm really not in the mood." Draco sighed, rubbing his forehead.

"Why? Because Harry left you to do some work for the Dark Lord?" the girl asked outright.

Draco eyes widened and his mouth dropped. Quickly, he cast three charms on the door: one to lock it, one to silence it, and one to black out the windows. "How do you know about that?"

She smiled. "I know more than you think. But anyway, I'm here to help you. Harry has asked me to help you."

"You spoke to Harry?" Draco asked happy.

"I did." She nodded in confirmation. "He asked me to act as the liaison between the two of you. I know what he's doing, he's told me. He didn't tell me everything, but he told me enough so that I could do my job. Just like he told you. I've been sworn to secrecy to not tell the Dark Lord though, of course. Anything he desperately needs to tell you, Hermione or Ron, or anything he needs to pass onto any of you, he'll do through me. Same for if any of you three need to desperately tell him anything or pass him anything. He's asked me because I can get in and out of the school the easiest. I'm also someone you can talk to Draco." She reached over and gently placed a hand on his knee. "I'm a good listener. And sometimes, an outsider's view is the best." She smiled and stared at him, letting him see all he needed too.

Looking at her, a girl he didn't even know the name of, Draco felt as if he could trust her. There was something about her, about the way she spoke, and the calming atmosphere she gave off, that made him know he wasn't being lied to. He smiled back. "Thank you." She smiled back and stood up, but Draco caught her hand. "What's your name?"

She turned back to him. "You'll find out eventually." She smiled again and exited the carriage, leaving Draco behind in a much better mood than he was before. He was determined now to find out who this girl was, and why he knew her face. More to the point, he was determined to find out how she knew about the Dark Lord, and her affiliations with him…

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