Watching the Half-blood prince again inspired me to right this. What if things turned out differently when Harry confronted Draco?

Warnings: Some Language, graphic violence. Spoilers if you haven't already seen the Half-blood prince.

Disclaimer: Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Chapter One

The Potion

What good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul? Or what can anyone give in exchange for their soul?(Matthew 16:26)

"You better fucking give me that potion Potter." Draco growled, his wand pointed directly at his enemy. He was shaking violently, and his eyes never left his opponent. Fierce silver eyes pierced into those of emerald green. His head was pounding so hard he felt like it was going to explode. His skin was pale and beads of sweat dripped down his forehead.

An almost mirror opposite, Harry appeared to be calm and collected. This only made Draco more nervous. He wanted to beat that smug look off Harry's face now. It was causing him a great deal of alarm.

"I won it fare and square, Malfoy." Harry spat out his name, his voice was laced with frustration. He took a step forward, and Draco flinched. There was water all around them, the pipes had burst when struck with bolts of their magic.

The bathroom had been turned into a battle ground, the remnants of broken pipes and shattered mirrors littered the ground. Harry knew they were going to be in grave trouble for this, but at the moment he had much bigger problems to worry about.

He had followed Draco through the mess hall, and down winding passages until it had stopped here. He'd seen the blond stumble in, seen him sobbing over the sink like a child. He'd almost felt sorry for him until Draco had turned around and opened fire.

"You don't understand stupid, just give it to me!" With the flick of his wand a bolt of fire went flying towards Potter, he dodged it just in time, much to Draco's dismay. This wasn't going to last much longer. Someone would have heard all the commotion and would be headed here soon, and both of the boy's were almost out of energy. No more waiting, he had to end this now! He was shaking even harder as he realized what he must do.

Harry must have been thinking the same thing, for he too, looked determined to end this. He rose his wand quickly, preparing to strike.

"Sectum-" But he wasn't fast enough.

"Crucio!" Draco screamed with all his might. Suddenly, an overwhelming pain swept over Harry. Before he knew what had even hit him he was lying on the ground, overcome by the pain. It felt like a thousand claws were ripping at his flesh, threatening to rip his skin from his body. The sound of his racing heartbeat thundered in his ears.

Draco stared at him, his eyes huge and white. Like a deer caught by the headlights of a car, he was glued to the spot. Throughout his entire life he wanted to hurt Potter, heck, he'd probably planned over a thousand different ways to inflict pain on his boy. And yet, this did not feel right. Seeing Potter writhing on the wet ground was disturbing and not at all enjoyable. He felt disgusting. He told himself this was only his choice, told himself that he could blame Voldemort, and somehow that would make everything okay. It wasn't his fault…no…it couldn't be his fault.

It was the stress. The sickening stress that made his damn head want to explode. He couldn't do anything right. His entire life people had told him that, there had been little compassion. For now he could blame his bad behavior on those people. It was this lie that helped him take the first step forward. Potter was screaming now, a pain filled cry that made Draco feel nauseous.

He was standing in front of Potter now, staring down at the tortured boy. Slowly, he reached down and grabbed Harry's arm, yanking him closer. Not making eye contact, he reached down into the pocket of Harry's trousers and pulled out the bottle.

It was a tiny thing, hardly containing any liquid, and yet it's value was unfathomable. With this he could do it…with this he could kill Dumbledore. He shoved the vial into his pocket, and turned to the leave.

He was stopped in his tracks as he felt a hand grab onto his leg. Looking down slowly he met Potter's eyes. They were pleading at him, tears were streaming down his cheeks. Overwhelmed with grief Draco kicked Harry's face, not wanting to look into those eyes again. The boy's face hit the cold floor, and his grasp loosened.

Draco looked at the mess around him. There was no way he could explain this to the professors, they would take Potter's side…as usual. He looked back over at Harry, who was doubled over in pain, and felt inspired. Hastily, he lifted the cruciatus curse, watching as Harry's eyes sprung open, and he gasped for breath. It was a wonder he had not passed out after being under the curse for so long. Draco could hear steps outside the door. Someone was coming.

"Potter you know I've always hated you." Draco smiled sadly at him, "I cant ask you to understand why I'm doing this. But maybe go a little bit easy on me this time? You see…this is really important." With that he pointed his wand at himself. His hands were trembling and he closed his eyes. For once let things turn out right…please…

"SectumSempra." He thought of his mother, and how supportive she had been when he joined the deatheaters. Throughout his childhood she had never seemed proud of him, but now with Voldemort things would change. He would become more powerful than ever, his mother, his father, everyone would look up to him. He could feel a burning sensation ripping across his chest, and then the pain started. It tore through him, searing his flesh and draining the blood from his body. Gosh there was so much blood…

There was something unreal about looking down at yourself and seeing blood dripping from your chest. It was like watching a sick movie, one he could not help but observe. There was so much pain; it was overwhelming him, bringing him to his knees.

He could feel blood bubbling up his throat and sliding down his chin. He looked over and saw Potter, whose eyes were wide with horror, and fell to the ground next to him. He tried to get his arms underneath him, tried to block the blood that was coming up, but the crimson river kept flowing out of him. His vision was blurring and he couldn't breathe.

"Potter what on earth is going on!"There was a voice from off in the distance, but it sounded fuzzy and unclear. He couldn't see who was coming towards him because he was turned to face Potter. The water around him with turning a light-red color and his head was spinning. He could vaguely feel hands grabbing his shoulders and flipping him onto his back. His eyes opened wider as he choked on the blood in his mouth. There was a dark figure leaning over him but his vision was blurry and he couldn't make out who it was.

"Vulnera Sanentur." He was dying…he could feel the life draining from him. His entire body was shaking. He heard the spell over and over again as his vision faded to black and the world around him disappeared…

After watching the 6th movie again I wanted to know what it would be like if Draco ended up getting the Felix Felicis. I just thought it might be interesting if things turned out differently, ya know? Anyways I hope you enjoyed it and continue reading. Please review (if you have time) and let me know what you think c: