Warnings: This story will alternate from Harry POV to Draco POV. When the narrator speaks on the third person, it's normal POV

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CHAPTER 2 – A MADDENING FEAR

Draco Malfoy was a big mistake and only now I see it. I don't know what he has done to me but it worked out just fine. Maybe were his looks or his inconstant personality, well whatever it was it stuck me like a ray of light. I fell in love with him so easily I surprised myself…

I can't believe he did this to me, let every men in this little town fuck him. And I can't believe I let him all this time. He constantly told me about his latest bed buddies but I've always kept my mouth shut, but no more… I won't be the hero anymore. He forced me into a life that wasn't mine for too long.

Now I have to get a good place where I can Apparate back to England without people seeing me. Hermione and Ron told me I could stay over their place whenever Malfoy got tired of me and I guess that moment finally came. Malfoy…Always Malfoy! I hate to admit that he has been my top priority over these two infernal years we lived together. But I have an idea to end this nightmare; Malfoy will never annoy me again or-

This sound… Oh, my God!

"HARRY!"

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No! No! No! No! No! Ten o'clock. It's already very dark outside. Four hour have passed since Harry left. And I'm still on the floor, on the same place he left me, unable to move at all.

Then the bell finally rings and I jump. I got up so fast I feel like fainting from the suddenness of the action.

"It's Harry… It's Harry…" I repeat to myself as I open the door and see a very familiar face, but not Harry's.

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What happened? Where am I?

I hear voices, very distant voices. I can't hear what they say, but I can tell that there are at least two of them. I try to open my eyes, but my eyelids are so heavy I end up closing them again. When I tried to open my eyes I saw white, lots of white, like when I wake up and see Draco in my arms, a vision of perfection. Maybe he's talking with Madame Ledoux, they get along very well.

"Derek" I attempt to call his false name, the name we came up for him in order to hide him from his father, but everything I do is giving a hoarse cry. He's Derek Rivers and I am Kevin Wilson, we're friends and we came from England to this small town in France because of our work as reporters. We're making a study about the old traditions of French people. For the Wizarding world, I'm an Auror who shares his house with a Squib, but they don't suspect anything. Madame Ledoux is one of our few neighbours. She's an old lady who feels very lonely, because her husband died in a Muggle war, and her son moved to the city. She and Draco quickly became good friends as both of them are gossip queens and the biggest boasters I've ever seen. Well, I think the main reason she approached us was because she suspects we're a couple. Ah, Ah, if only she knew…

Oh, and Ginny lives near us too. She came here because she's playing for the French Quidditch team. Draco, a little delusional as he is, says she only wants to be near me so she can steal me from him, as if that could be possible! Speaking of Ginny, I think one of the voices is hers… Oh no! Ginny and Draco talking? That can't be good!

I finally have the strength to open my eyes and I realize that I'm not in my bedroom. Ginny is here with me and so is a tall man smiling at me pleasantly, all dressed in white. That's when I realize that I'm in a hospital bed.

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"Derek, dear, you have to come with me" Madame Ledoux was panicking by now and it's really freaking me out. What if something happened to Harry? He was furious when he left me.

"Why? What happened? Is it Kevin? It's Kevin, isn't it? Something happened to him because I was an asshole!"

A very strange look and a sneer appeared on her crazy-old-lady-face when I said Harry false name. That's not good! She's a bit crazy and all but that expression…

"Yes, my dear, Kevin got hit by a car... Or should I say Harry…"

I almost fell from the shock and the panic which were invading me.

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"Mr Malfoy, Harry Potter's name was detected in a Muggle hospital in France" Spoke a cold, calculating voice.

"Good. After two years they finally gave one false step."

"Should I go now?"

"You should be already there. Find out where Draco is hiding and bring him to me."

"Yes, sir! But what if the boy isn't with Potter anymore?"

Lucius Malfoy got up from the leather arm chair where he was sat and chuckled, as if mocking his servant.

"You don't know my son. If he and Potter had broken up he would be here, crawling at my feet, begging me for forgiveness."

Heggar, the servant, was preparing to Apparate when he stopped and asked "Would you forgive him?"

"Of course not"

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"How do you know that?" My tone is cold, almost murderous. I feel my body trembling from fear, fear of Lucius finding out where I am. I don't want to think about the depraved things he's planning to do to me when he catches me; and now with Harry gone, in a hospital, I've got nowhere to go, no one to protect me. I'm at his mercy…

"Well, Derek, or whoever you are, you couldn't hide forever, could you? I've always suspected something was wrong with you two but I never thought you were running away from the police"

At least, she doesn't know the entire truth, but still…

"Harry is in the city, in the hospital. He broke his leg and arm, poor thing. If Ginny and I weren't with him, he could be dead by now."

The weaslet? Right, he left me for her; I bet he went running to her arms the moment he stepped out of that door… I grip my wand tightly, waiting for the right second to finish with her and run away before my father's men come here.

"I saw everything through my window and called an ambulance. When we got to the hospital, the doctors asked for his name. That's when Ginny said his name is Harry Potter. And I was like 'Strange, isn't he Kevin Wilson?'"

I can't believe this! First, she steals my boyfriend and then she becomes the main reason of my death! What else does she want from me?

"She tried to say she was mistaken but little girls like her don't fool an old lady, do they? She's with him, Derek, maybe you should too. Better watch out for that sly girl!"

This is the right moment. The moment to dispatch Madame Ledoux. I look around: no one is outside, seizing this particularly hot night; no people to shriek in horror, no cars to stop by, just maybe one neighbour or another peeping through the window but they can't stop me now. I look her in the eyes, I'm sure they look horrendous, after so much time crying, and I prepare myself to utter a spell. I don't do magic for almost two years but my memory is revived by the resolve, the adrenaline, of the moment. Before I can stop myself, I take my wand from behind my back and whisper:

"Obliviate"

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I'm an idiot! Why? Because I expected Draco to be here with me, but he isn't; we broke up and he doesn't love me anymore. How dumb of me! Meanwhile, Ginny told me what happened, how I was hit by a car and the driver ran away. I can't remember though… But the doctors told me it's normal for people to forget traumatic events. The last thing I remember is to throw the door of Draco's house with one hand and grip my bags with the other…

"Where are my things? My luggage, where is it?" I ask Ginny, a little too preoccupied for her taste, I guess. If someone sees what is inside, everyone will find out who I really am and that's not a good thing for Draco. I'm mad at him, but I don't wish him to die!

"Don't worry, Harry, I brought them with me." Ginny says while pointing to the corner of the room, where my things are resting. Thank Merlin! "Erm… Harry? I have something to tell you." My doctor is seeing another patient in the room next to mine, so Ginny and I are alone. She seems troubled, "Well, I… The doctor asked… Hum…"

"What is it, Ginny? Is it something about my health?" What if I can't walk anymore? By the way my leg is bandaged, it surly looks like it.

"No, you'll be okay. It's me, I've done something very stupid a while ago"

"What was it?" She doesn't respond "Ginny? What have you done?"

"I… I gave away your true name…I'm sorry! But as you and Draco broke up I thought… Oh, Harry, I was so worried about you I didn't even stop to think! "

Honestly, I'd rather stay paraplegic than be killed by Lucius. To have Draco killed by Lucius.

"You gave away my name? Do you have an idea of what you did?" I can feel magic building up within me, but I can't let it explode, like I did when arguing with Draco this afternoon. Not here, even if I want to Crucio Ginny until she understands what Lucius Malfoy is going to do to us.

"Harry…?" Déjà vu, Draco said exactly the same thing, the same way earlier and it didn't end well.

"Does Draco know?"

"What does it matter, Harry? Lucius will probably catch you and kill you and you're worried about that guy? He cheated on you, love! He doesn't deserve what you're doing for him!"

WHAT? She doesn't even care about Draco's wellbeing! Is she that selfish? How can she stay calm in a time like this? I have to tell Draco, he has to run away!

"What did you say? You said that Draco doesn't matter?" She just bows her head and I can see she's about to cry "Out!" She doesn't move "OUT!"

She runs away and two doctors enter my room, worried about all the commotion going on. They see I'm completely out of my mind and precipitate towards me, ready to force me into sleep. I don't give up; I move my good arm and leg wildly, ending up slapping one of them. They talk, but I don't understand what they're saying, because it's French and my shouts are louder than theirs.

"DRACO! YOU HAVE TO TELL DRACO! LUCIUS IS GOING TO HURT HIM! PLEASE, SAVE HIM!"

I'm screaming and my head throbs badly. I can't feel my legs or my arms and suddenly everything stops and the white of the walls, the white of the doctors, the white of the blankets and pillows turn into an immensity of black.

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"Obliviate"

It looked like an 'Obliviate everyone' day. But it was for a greater good, for protecting me and see if Harry is alright is everything that matters to me now. I wish to be able to Obliviate myself too and forget Harry, and I can't rely on spells. I will move on eventually. I just have to see him one last time.

With these thoughts in mind, I undress the poor doctor clothes and dress them myself. As the spell knocked him out, it was easy to drag him to the bathroom stall where I am right now. Father's men probably are already here, so it isn't smart of me to walk in and ask for Harry Potter.

Now, all I have to do is find out where Harry is. I check the doctor notes for information and I see he is in room 34, third floor. He broke his leg and arm, was sedated fifteen minutes ago and he's alright. I can't help but sigh in relief, because these Muggle machines called cars are really dangerous, and I heard that many people die or get hurt due to them every day.

I took up the doctor notes before starting my mission. Now I'm running to the room 34, ignoring the callings of other doctors. When I get there, I almost miss the number I was so eager to find and enter. It was a quiet and very whitish room, many machines were there but most of them were turned off, through the large window I can see the lights of the Muggle city. But nothing captures my eyes as my beautiful Harry, who is sleeping peacefully on the bed, with his leg and arm bandaged. I walk to his side and sit on the bed, never taking my eyes off of him. Seeing him like this makes me wonder how we got to this point.

"Why, Harry? What we had was so intense? Why did we have to screw everything up?"

No answer, as I expected. My tears return, and the only thing I do is bend forward and kiss him softly on the lips for the last time.

I am so entangled in his flavour, on his fragrance, on the softness of his lips that I've not even seen Ginny Wesley walking in the room.

"You again? Haven't you had enough of this little game you're playing?" She enquired, as if she was the one in charge here, and I had the urge to kick her to death.

"'You again?' Is that all you have to say, weaslet?" I approached her and that urged got more irresistible "I know you were the one who denounced us, but you're not going to get away with that"

"What are you going to do, ferret? Go back to your burrow and cry?"

"I thought you were the one living in the Burrow, bitch. You know, you can have Harry if you want to, but he will never forget me. Wanna know why? Because. You're. Nothing. But. A. Little. Thief"

"Oh, Malfoy… We're not really that different! Think carefully, we fell in love with same man at the same time and we got him the same way: stealing him from the other"

"Don't compare us, Wesley…"

"The only difference between us, Malfoy, is that I have everything I want and you don't"

"Madame Ledoux once said to me that 'God stays long, but strikes at last'"

"He, who laughs last, laughs best"

And that's it, I slap her. It isn't like me to hit a girl, but lately I've been doing a lot of things that aren't like me. And she isn't a girl, she's a grown up bitch. Ginny Wesley just looks at me as if I had killed Harry and then she surprises us all by trying to slap me back. Typical of trashy people like her…I grab her wrists and throw her to the floor. She starts calling for help and I can hear someone coming. I'm cornered and the only thing I can do is face whoever is coming and be caught, break the window and kill myself or Apparate somewhere, but I run the risk of being caught either way. So, between dying, dying and dying, I choose to look at Harry one last time, open the door and run, with Ginny and a security guard following my track, the bitch telling him what happened. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I resisted a fat man, with a strange appearance, looking at me and saying to no one in particular "It's Malfoy!" and I have this instinct that tells me to escape from him and I do, almost killing myself in the process from the way I hit the wall, while trying to jump through the little space he gave me to pass. I look back and I see the weaslet pushing away the fat man, who was pointing a wand at me. He just fell inside a clothes basket and stayed there upside down.

"Get him! GET HIM!" She orders as I break through a bunch of doctors, they look behind their backs and pass the information to the security guard that's in front of me. I realize I'm completely cornered, completely in panic, trying to think of something, anything, which can get me out of here. Only one thing comes to my mind, maybe I could kill the security guard and keep running. However stupid that may seem it's the only way out. I grip my wand and point at him, still running; he looks at me as if I was a mad man, and maybe I really am.

"Avada…"

But someone grabs me by the waist and I feel a familiar rush of magic running through my body.

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Chapter 3 – Harry and Draco go to England and find out what they need

Chapter 4 – The Obliviation starts

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