Purest Intentions
Summary - Draco has been given an option. Either he must kill Harry Potter with a spell designed to slowly kill a person or watch his family be tortured and killed. He chose to kill Harry Potter, but he didn't plan on falling in love. Harry/Draco. Set after the BOH/ Disregards DH epilogue.
AN: I love reading slash and never once thought that I would be able to write one on my own. But something about Harry and Draco is so beautiful. They are both troubled souls with troubled pasts. That is fanfiction gold right there. I hope I do this pairing justice. But remember this is SLASH. So if you don't like do not read. Simple right? Hopefully. All flames will be used to make myself some smores. Thank you.
Disclaimer: All rights belong to JK Rowling, Scholastic Books and Warner Brothers. This is used solely for entertainment purposes, no profit is being made from this publication.
Prologue
The silence was almost unbearable. The only sound that he could hear was the pounding of his own heart drumming rapidly in his chest. Hermione, whose hand was tightly clenched in his, was taking shuddering breaths every so often. She was honestly one of the strongest women he had ever met and seeing her break down just a couple of hours prior was heart wrenching. The only evidence of her breakdown was her irregular breathing and bloodshot eyes, but other than that she had no more emotion to give. Like her they were all emotionally drained.
"Where did we go wrong?" he thought. "It was a mistake trusting certain people. A mistake"
Everything was finally falling back into place. While everything was far from perfect their lives were slowly managing to go back to normal. As normal as they could be without Fred and all of the other missing voids left because of the war.
The war. . . seemed like ages ago to him, but in reality was only a year ago. Each and every one of them had scars both physical and mental scars which haunted them on a daily basis. He looked over at George and saw him staring blankly at the door situated just right across from them. He hadn't seen that blank look in George's face since the death of Fred. The dead look in his eyes was quite frankly scary. He thought after the war only happiness would surround them.
"How optimistic of me" he thought bitterly.
The abrupt slamming of a door pulled him out of his dark thoughts. The slamming of the door was caused by a flustered healer who looked dead on his feet. There a thin sheen of sweat along his forehead and he was breathing heavy. The entire family jumped up from their seats. His hand was still tightly being held by Hermione was squeezed even tighter something he thought wasn't even possible.
"Are you all Mr. . ." started the exhausted looking healer. His eyebrows looked as if thought they were permanently furrowed against his forehead.
"Yes, we are his family" spat out Ginny while taking a step forward. "You kept us waiting long enough and we want answers. Is he okay?" She continued assertively, her hands on her hips looking very much like her mother.
"I am sorry Miss, we have been working very hard to stabilize him. Once we finally managed to stabilize him we attempted to see what the cause of all of this is. But like all the other times we came back empty handed. This curse that was placed on him is dark. . .it is very very dark magic intended to slowly kill." He said wearily. He gazed upon the family with a sigh.
He hated this part of his job. Families were always the most difficult to deal with. Either they were angry or upset and sometimes both at the same time. Not that he blamed them. He couldn't imagine if it was his wife or his daughter in this situation.
His thoughts were cut short when he heard some commotion coming from the waiting room hallway.
"Excuse me sir. . .excuse me sir! You can not go in there! That is the intensive care unit waiting room meant for family members only! Sir!" yelled the plump looking lady that they all briefly encountered when they stormed through St. Mungo's intensive care unit.
The man in expensive black robes stormed right past blatantly ignoring the reception lady up front.
"You!" yelled George shocking the entire family. He had been very silent throughout the entire ordeal.
"You have to let me explain, I would never. . ." the man started to say, his eyes bright with unshed tears.
"Don't give us that crap. I can't believe we thought you were decent enough. I know you had something to do this. " yelled Hermione stepping in front of George cutting off whatever he was going to say.
"Hermione I. . ." he said. Hermione's eyes were blazing with anger, her skin flushed and her hands were shaking. She stepped in front of him and slapped him. Hard. Ron who had let go of her hand instantly grabbed it again and ran comforting circles with his thumb while glaring hard.
"Shut up! Do not even start. I was wary of the friendship from the get go but I accepted it because I saw that it was what he needed. I thought you were a changed man but I was wrong. You are a coward. Can't even stand up for what you believe in, can't even tell someone you love them. We all thought you were different but I should have remembered, once a Malfoy always a Malfoy, right Draco?" She yelled while spatting out the name as if though it physically heard her to say that word.
"I love Harry, with all my heart Hermione. You are right, I did have something to do with all of this. I thought it would keep my family safe. I never meant to fall in love with him!" yelled Draco right back.
There was an instant silence after that. Mrs. Weasley could heard lightly sobbing in the corner. Mr. Weasley was holding her against his chest rubbing comforting circles on her back. The healer looked upon the scene with wide eyes.
"Bullshit" muttered Ron under his breath but it still managed to carry across the room. Other mutterings of disbelief could be heard from the room.
"Get out" whispered Ginny in a deadly tone her eyes blazing with disgust at the man standing in front of her.
"But I. . ." started Draco but just like his other attempts to talk it was quickly shot down.
"I said get the fuck out!" yelled Ginny. George stepped closer to her and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"I think it is time you go" said Mr. Weasley, his once kind eyes which were always filled with compassion and understanding was now filled with disbelief and anger.
Draco looked around at the group that he had once begun to think of as his own. The dinners that they shared, the family quidditch games, the harmless banter with Ron, the studying sessions with Hermione, the pranks with George, the heartfelt conversations with Mrs. Weasley, the man to man discussions with Mr. Weasley, and the time spent with Harry. . . Draco took in a deep breath stilling a sob that threatened to break free. Once he composed himself he took one last look at all of them. Their faces all wore the same expression. Disbelief and disgust. Looking away quickly so they wouldn't see the tears once again forming in his eyes, he slowly began to walk away.
"Don't worry Harry, I will make this right" he said quietly to himself and the doors slammed shut behind him.
TBC
AN: Let me know what you guys think. Should I continue or move on? Please review and hope you all enjoyed.