You Don't See Me

Chapter 2 - Untold Reasons

By: KaKaVegeGurl

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Almost an entire year without the next chapter!

Gah, I feel like I've been slacking WAY too much, well here you have it guys! Finally up and out for all to read! I hope you all aren't TOO upset, please forgive me!

Lol, anyways, please sit back and have a nice steaming cup of yaoi, and enjoy!

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To lunalupin: "Thank you! Really? Well, I'm glad then, you must really like this one! LOL, I've never had someone ask if Draco was going to be on the bottom, but to help you out there, I've always thought of Harry being on top, especially considering things in the past, well, so maybe that'll help you out! Thank you and read on!"

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Draco fidgetively sat down in the seat before Dumbledore's desk, he looked proudly at the Headmaster, trying his hardest to at least show that he still had some sort of dignity. He laid his hands folded in his lap, legs crossed fashionably.

Snape and McGonagall conclusively walked over to join both Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick standing behind Dumbledore's desk.

Albus smiled as he got up and walked over to a shelf, "Good Morning Professors, good morning Mr. Malfoy."

"Good Morning," Draco nodded curtly, watching the Headmaster studiously.

Dumbledore smiled and grabbed the Sorting Hat from it's spot on the shelf, where it rested all year round; until the beginning sortings.

"I must ask that everyone be quiet while we do this." The Wise Wizard registered smiling, "This has only ever happened once before, about a decade or so ago. And we need to be calm about it now, so that we get it right."

Draco swallowed nervously as Dumbledore walked over to him.

"Just relax, Draco. Don't jump to conclusions, think like you normally do." Dumbledore smiled more, a twinkle set in his eye, "Ponder over things, things that you normally do, the hat'll do the rest for you."

Snape watched the blond intently, almost glaring at him. Draco knew that he was very disappointed in him, he could feel it in his gaze.

As for the other Heads of Houses, one Professor McGonagall watched him sharply, in a sort of 'he's a Hufflepuff' sort of way. Flitwick just smiled happily, hoping this would be over soon, so that he could get back to work and Professor Sprout stood almost unfathomably surprised, Draco couldn't and wouldn't dare guess what she thought.

Dumbledore, after what felt like years of waiting, set the hat upon Draco's head.

The pre-Slytherin smiled half-heartedly, realizing that it was much smaller then it had been in his first year, though he wasn't too surprised.

"Go on then." Dumbledore moved over and sat in his seat once more, watching him.

Draco nodded edgily, he felt his palms gaining sweat, his legs shaking, his heart was pounding like a drum in his chest, striving for freedom. And that's when he tried to calm down, and began to think.

Father's going to be very upset once he's found out what I've done. I'm almost ashamed of myself. Is what I'm doing right? Hah, like anything I've ever done before was right before anyway... It was about the most reasonable thing to do though... Or am I mistaken?

Why's that stupid greasy git keep on looking at me? What's he expect from me? I'm not perfect, never have been, and I never will be.

And her, that glaring stare she's got going on... I feel like she's an X-Ray machine, watching my bones, observing me for any living imperfections, as if I'm going to spring up and kill her... Stop, stop thinking about it, just relax.

What if I am put in Hufflepuff? What then? I'd probably be the laughing stock for Slytherin. Not like I'm going to be, I already know what I'll be put it. Is this getting anywhere...? Can this hat even here me?

Of course I can. Keep on going.

Draco paled and looked down, trying to keep his eyes away from anything that'd distract him.

I really should be in classes right now. I'm expected for good grades, my father'll be furious if he realizes I've been slacking. I should've studied more over the summer, should've prepared myself better.

Just think common thoughts and it'll be over.

Stop thinking on these things, stop jumping around the things that really do catch your interest. Relax, stay a while.

Hah, You're not a very Slithery type of person, however, I think you know that. And to be honest... In fact, you're not very Slytherin at all, your father made a big mistake, but we both know that, don't we?

You're very bold and unaccepting around matters of yourself and your own personal care, I can see right through that macho act o your's, it's not going to work here. You need to start trying to be who you are, not who you should be, boy.

I can also see a lot of rage built up in you, rage that you've been holding up, bottling it up in your mind. You should really try expressing that more.

Expressing more on what?

How much I hate my father? How much he makes me out to be some type of Death Eater in training? That... He always wants me to be something different.

Wants me to be the perfect son in his eyes. Because I'm not perfect, I'm not what he wants me to be. I'm a scared little boy.

I'm the opposite of what I appear, the opposite of what I've always seemed to be around everyone I've ever known.

I should just shut up. Okay, now I can safely say I'm being a Drama Queen. It's just that every time I think on it I get so worked up, maybe I'm overreacting but it really pisses me off what kind of person he wants me to be.

Decent, dress rich, dip spoon, hold coughs, don't sip loudly, always cross legs, chin up, speak like a gentleman... All of that stuff just seems so pointless-

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Professor Mcgonagall paled and gasped in shock as she stared at the hat, putting a hand to her mouth, she couldn't believe her ears.

Snape stood still, arms crossed, looking as if he was going to be sick by the mere thought and the other two sighed happily.

Draco looked up from his hands finally, fear etched in his eyes like a scared rat caught in a trap, his heart was racing even more now as Dumbledore walked over proudly and took the Sorting Hat off his head and placing it back on the shelf.

"Glad to see you're still with us, Draco." Albus said calmly.

"Welcome to Gryffindor, M-Mr. Malfoy," Mcgonagall finally said, walking over and putting a hand on his shoulder, she couldn't help but show her shock.

The blond turned to her and nodded slowly, "Th-Thanks..." He felt his heart drop into his stomach and his brain spin like a roller coaster in his head.

"We will have your things moved immediately, and an extra four poster bed put into the 6th Years chambers of the Gryffindor Dorms." Dumbledore turned to him with a wide smile, "I want you to try and make yourself at home, the Slytherin Dorms password will be changed and Professor Mcgonagall will tell you the one for the Gryffindor Dorms."

"You are not to tell any of the Slytherins what it is. Please try not to start any fights with Mr. Potter, Ms. Granger, and Mr. Weasley. I don't want to have to change you back. And after all, you are a Gryffindor at heart, this should be easy to abide by."

Draco nodded and swallowed, still as scared as ever, "Yes, Sir." He got up slowly wiping his hands on the legs of his pants and followed after the Transfiguration teacher in silence.

Professor Mcgonagall lead him up countless stairs until they reached the seventh floor where she walked over to the Fat Lady's Chambers, she stopped however, Draco standing right behind her, then turned and smiled to him.

With a wave of her wand his robe's green colors changed to the Gryffindor red, and the silver to Godric gold, "Much better," She said hastily, her voice a bit shaky.

Draco looked down at them, reaching a hand up to caress it over the Red linings.

"Wait out here while I prepare everyone."

The blond nodded as she muttered the password and walked in, closing the portrait behind herself.

The Fat Lady finally turned and frowned at him, then she paused for thought, "What are you doing here? What's going on?"

Draco frowned and looked at her, "Uhh..." He sighed and looked down at his feet, "I've been resorted."

"Resorted? That's a laugh!" The Fat Lady started chuckling softly and looked at him again, "And why're you wearing Gryffindor robes?"

Draco narrowed his eyebrows, "I said I've been resorted! Into Gryffindor!"

The Fat Lady started laughing harder and suddenly the portrait swung forth, "Come in." Mcgonagall said quickly.

The blond nodded and stepped in uncomfortably.

"Please welcome a new Gryffindor, everyone!" Professor Mcgonagall said loudly, stepping into the light of the candles.

Draco paled when he saw everyone standing there waiting, his heart was pounding even harder now, and it felt as if it would break a few ribs on it's way out.

At last he stepped forward from the shadows so that everyone could see him, and a large silence welcomed him. He turned his eyes, looking at everyone uneasily, he could see Potter unfold his arms and stare in shock, Granger raise an eyebrow after she looked up from the book she was reading, and Weasley glare as hard as possible at him.

Finally Seamus bursted out and said something.

"Is it April Fools Day?"

Draco looked down at his shoes, he felt tears trying to well up in his eyes, but he fought them back.

Professor Mcgonagall cleared her throat and smiled as best as she could, "Draco Malfoy will be joining us until the very end of his Seventh year, from now on he's a Gryffindor. He asked himself to be resorted, at the cost of losing friends in Slytherin, please welcome Mr. Malfoy to our house as well as you can, and don't give him any trouble. Especially you, Mr. Weasley."

Draco saw the red-head's ears go red.

Finally the Head of their House turned to Draco and whispered, "The password is 'Snorty Banshee'. Please be on your best behavior and if you need any help, just come and get me. Dorms for 6th years can be found the exact same way as the Slytherin's. You're the last bed on the right side."

The pre-Slytherin nodded slowly, watching her as she walked away. He finally turned back to everyone else, the first years just smiled happily, not understanding a thing, the rest of them, unfortunately, glared. Harry, however, walked over and patted him, as friendly as possible in this situation, on the shoulder.

"Come on, I'll show you to the Dorms." He said cheerfully.

Draco couldn't help but be shocked as the Scarred boy beside him dragged him along through another door, leading him finally into their dorms.

Harry stopped after closing the door and walking him to his bed, now standing and leaning against the four poster, "Humor me... What the hell do you think you're doing!"

Draco's eyes widened, "I..." He looked down at his feet, trying not to lose his cool, "I don't know."

"Are you insane?" Harry asked, staring at him, "That was a written death wish! Do you get a kick out of near death experiences!"

"No!" Draco breathed out of his nose, "I was worse off in Slytherin, believe me Potter! They were going to tear me limb from limb, not to mention what they've already done! I didn't care what house I was put in! I had to get out of their!"

Harry smiled coldly, "So they aren't going to do anything to you now?"

Draco bit his lip and looked down at his shoes harshly, "There are things they can't do now. It's much more safe here."

"And what are the Gryffindors? They hate you just as much! Now you have two enemy houses!"

"They already hated me before!" Draco said turning around, "Believe me... It's not such a big loss."

"What about the friends you had in Slytherin? Do they know yet?" Harry asked from his spot by the bed.

"No, they don't."

Harry nodded to himself, "Malfoy," He paused, "Correct me if I'm wrong... But I thought the only thing they did to you was push you into the lake."

"Then I should correct you," Draco turned to him, "You need to learn Potter. What you see isn't always the only thing going on."

"Then what?"

Draco looked down at his shoes as he stuffed his hands in his pockets, "It's personal."

Harry chuckled a bit, "And so... Why did the hat put you in here? Was putting you in Slytherin a mistake?"

"It wasn't a mistake." Draco sighed a growled at his outburst, "It... It was a..."

"A what?"

Draco turned and walked over to the bed to take a seat.

Harry followed after him, only he stayed standing before the blond, staring down at him, "Go on? What was it then?"

"It was a ..." Draco sighed again, putting his head in his hands, "It was a bribe."

"What?" Harry's eyes widened, his mind doing cartwheels, "I don't... Wait... You mean your father-"

"Bribed Dumbledore into making sure that the hat said I was in Slytherin?" Draco nodded his head slowly.

Harry looked astonished and took a seat beside him, "Why?"

Draco frowned and rolled his eyes, "Why am I even telling you all of this?" He stood up and pulled off his cloak.

"Because I'm the only one that cares to listen?" Harry said sarcastically, "Malfoy, why did Lucius make sure you were put in Slytherin?"

The pre-Slytherin looked out the window as he loosened his tie and pulled it off, unbuttoning the first two buttons of his white dress shirt, "Because he knew I wasn't going to be sorted into Slytherin... If he didn't do anything about it."

"What's wrong with being in a different house?" Harry asked licking his lips quickly.

Draco turned to him finally, "I'm a Malfoy, Potter!" He narrowed his eyebrows, "I HAD to be in Slytherin! That's the way it had to be! And my father knew I didn't have what it took to be one! He knew something-"

"What it took?" Harry glared, "You seemed to fit Slytherin well before, what didn't you have?"

"I was acting the part!" Draco shouted finally, he turned again, unbuckling his sleek black belt, pulling it off and putting it away.

Harry stood in shock.

"Everything was an act." Draco said after a moment, "The sneers, cold jokes, the cheating... It was all an act. I was hiding away who I was to be what my father wanted me to be. A Slytherin. I can't be selfish like them, they're so back-stabbing, so manipulative and cold-hearted," He turned to Harry finally, "But I'm not that. I'm not."

"Then what are you?"

Draco turned to Harry, staring him right in the eyes, "I was going to be a Gryffindor. I always was. I knew from the day he took me to Hogwarts to make sure I wouldn't be."

The Raven-haired Golden boy frowned sadly, catching everything finally, "And he knew it... He knew you were a Gryffindor."

Draco nodded, "Yeah, he knew it." He turned to take off his watch, "After that he never forgave me. I was a Gryffindor in a house full of Slytherins... But he never told anyone. He was ashamed, and he didn't want to be mocked by everyone, so instead of telling them, like I wish he had in the first place... He made me hide it."

"Made you?"

"Yup," Draco shrugged easily, sitting down to untie his shoes, "Made me hide it all, I had to actually work to be a Slytherin, act just like my father... And that's about the time I met you, my first time to try and be a snobby rich git, who got everything he wanted.

Draco paused and looked down once more, "Obviously I succeeded... And surprisingly enough, it wasn't nearly as hard as I thought it would be... And it got a bit easier after a while... At least up until my third year."

Harry sat beside him again, his legs getting tired from standing for so long, he relaxed when he sat, and watched Draco work on the laces of his classy black shoes, "Why's that?"

The blond pulled off his first shoe and began on the second one perfunctorily, "That Hippogriff... Uhhh... Buckbeak."

"Yeah?"

"... Well, you know what happened." Draco looked down lamentably, pulling off the second shoe, "I'm responsible for the death of a creature that I pissed off. A creature that had done nothing wrong."

Harry sat up, straightening his back, "Malfoy you didn't-"

"Oh please don't, Potter!" Draco put his shoes away and looked back towards the wall, "That oa-I mean... Hagrid warned us, clearly warned us, not to insult the creatures... But no, I just had to push it. Sure I bled... Gallons of blood, but I'm the reason-"

"Buckbeak didn't die!" Harry finally interrupted.

Draco stopped and looked at Harry, his eyes wide for a moment before his eyebrows went back down and he glared at the other Gryffindor, "How do you know? That was just a rumor. It's not like it really-"

"No, Malfoy. I was the one that freed him." Harry said boldly, licking his lips quickly and continuing, "And I hear about him all of the time."

"You do? Y-You did?" Draco stared at him incredulously and then looked down at his lap in attentiveness.

Harry nodded, shifting one the bed to look the blond better in the eyes, "Yes, I did. And I do. He never died."

Draco looked at him still and after a couple of minutes had passed he finally smiled, "So... I didn't... I didn't-"

"Nope." Harry frowned when he realized how much this pre-Slytherin must've put himself through after Buckbeak's 'death'. It must've been hard to deal with something like that when your heart was so pure of gold.

Draco looked relieved and smiled wider, "You have no clue how much of a relief that is."

"I can imagine."

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I hope that was enough to make up for the long wait, I truly am sorry for making you all wait so long. -- Please wait for the next chapter, and please review!

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