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I Don't Want To Feel
Chapter Four
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Because of you, I am afraid.
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Harry Potter apparated into Voldemort's dungeons and was met by the sight of Draco Malfoy laying spread eagled on his cell floor, completely motionless. In a mad flurry for what he would punish himself for later, Harry grabbed the keys to the cell and immediately threw the door open, kneeling next to Malfoy.
"Malfoy." Harry whispered, shaking him slightly. "Malfoy! Get up! What the hell is wrong with you?" Harry continued, shaking him a bit harder. He noticed Malfoy's chest moving up and down, indicating he was still alive but either unconscious or a very heavy sleeper. "Malfoy! What the fuck! Wake up!" He shook Malfoy roughly one last time and gave an angry cry. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Malfoy. Right before he could say anything, Malfoy stirred and at the sight of Harry, his eyes widened and he shuffled to the corner of his cell.
"Dont...hurt me." He mumbled, hugging his legs to his chest. Harry lowered his wand but was in too much shock to move. Was this really the Draco Malfoy he knew from school? The Hogwarts bully and the Slytherin Prince? "Please don't kill me. I promise I'll be good father. I won't show weakness, father." Draco continued to mumble, and Harry put his face in his hand. He couldn't hear this. This was...it was terrible. The pain in Malfoy's voice...in his words.
"Malfoy...I'm not--" Harry began, but Draco just whimpered and tried to move farther away from him. Harry examined him, wondering how this whole situation had started. He moved closer to Draco, afraid of what might happen next. "Malfoy. This is Potter. I am not your father. You have to calm down; open your eyes. Go on." Harry whispered, and Draco slowly opened his eyes, staring up at Harry as if he had just seen him for the first time. After a few seconds, realization dawned on his face and he quickly stood up, dusting himself off and clearing his throat.
"What are you doing here?" Malfoy snapped, glaring at Harry. "I could attack you right now, take your wand and disappear. Your MASTER would have you dead by the time I arrived back at Hogwarts to tell the world that their beloved Saviour is actually a traitor."
The image of Malfoy whimpering disappeared from Harry's mind as he glared back at Malfoy, pocketing his wand. "Yeah. Right; Malfoy. I'd like to see you try." He turned around and walked out of the cell, casting spells much stronger than were needed.
"Oh please Potter. You know I'm a lot smarter than you are."
"Yes; EXACTLY why you're under my watch in a dungeon."
"Mishap. They happen all the time."
"Right, Malfoy. Can't you agree with the 'almighty Boy-Who-Lived' just once? You fucked up majorly."
"You only wish. What if this was all part of one big plan? What if I told you Dumbledore knows everything?" Draco said dramatically, coming up to the bars and staring at Harry, raising his eyebrow. Harry narrowed his eyes and then released a short laugh.
"You were never that smart, Draco Malfoy."
There was a short silence as they just stood there and glared at each other, each going through different insults and questions they had about the other.
"If only the world could see their saviour now."
"I don't need your saviour comments right now, Malfoy."
"Aw but Potter, we've still got hours together."
"Yes, and I have the wand. Maybe your DADDY stopped when you begged him not to hurt you...but I won't." Harry snapped harshly, and the grin on Malfoy's face disappeared.
"WHAT?" He hissed, his eyes narrowing furiously.
"Oh daddddyy...please, stop! Don't hurt me! I love you! Please!" Harry mocked in a child-like voice, dramatizing Draco's hallucination of some sort.
"You--you saw--shut up Potter! Don't talk about things you don't understand!"
"Oh I understand perfectly, Malfoy. You're scared of your daddy."
"Don't. Call. Him. That."
"Oh, I'm sorry. What should I call him? Daddykins? Papa? Father dearest?"
"That man is no father of mine. I don't have a father."
"Really, Malfoy. Your innocence amazes me. Don't you understand how you came into this world? When a woman loves a man, they--"
"Shut UP!" Malfoy screamed, slamming himself up against the bars and trying to claw at Harry. "Do NOT talk about what you don't understand! My mother...she--my...father..." Draco continued his rant until Harry could barely understand what he was saying, but Harry stopped paying attention. He was staring at the behaviour of the wonder that was Draco Malfoy. What was happening with him? Why was he like this? Sure, when Harry saw him and Lucius, their relationship didn't seem so chummy-chummy, father-son love; but it never seemed like Draco...HATED him. It was more like fearful respect. Before Harry could think anymore, in the split second it had taken Draco to snap, he came back to reality.
"Not like you would understand, Potter. Your parents being dead and all. I can just imagine them now...actually, I can't. I can't imagine how disappointed they are right now, seeing you work for the man that killed them." Draco said gleefully, noticing Harry's eyes flash with anger. He had hit the nerve he had wanted.
"Don't you DARE--"
"Don't I dare what, exactly, Potter?"
"Don't you dare bring them up. I don't need filth like you bringing them up."
"Trust me Potter, right now, I think you're that filth. But don't worry...when I see them, I'll be sure to ask them."
"You're a bastard."
"Right back at you, Potter."
"I'm going to go get your food."
"You do that."
"And maybe I'll poison it on the way."
"Sure thing Potter."
Harry strode towards the stairs, seething with anger. He got two steps up when he turned back.
"How can you piss me off so much?"
"I guess I'm just the only one who can get under your skin."
"I hate you."
"I love you too, Potter."
Harry Potter quickly walked into Voldemort's main chambers, and completely ignoring the presence of Lucius Malfoy and other Death Eaters, he walked right up to Voldemort and gave a quick bow.
"My Lord."
"Ah, Harry. Welcome. What brings you here?"
"A small question, My Lord."
"And that small question would be?"
"How long must I guard that...filth...below in the dungeons?
"Ah. Draco." Voldemort looked in what Harry presumed was Lucius Malfoy's direction and then turned back to Harry. "It is not yet decided; but most probably a few weeks."
"Weeks."
"Yes. Is that a PROBLEM for you, Potter?" Voldemort questioned, his eyes flashing dangerously. The bastard never really liked his servants disagreeing with their assigned jobs. Those unfortunate souls usually ended up dead.
"No, my Lord. Not at all."
"Good. You may leave. Lucius and I have some...PLANS...to discuss."
"My Lord." Harry muttered, bowed and strode out of the room, shooting a glare at Lucius as if cursing him for the creation of the child in the dungeons below. Harry was met by a disgusting house elf outside, who thrust a metal plate with bread on it and a metal cup with filthy water at him. Harry groaned at the reminder of Malfoy waiting for him downstairs, and as slowly as possible made his way down the 5-story flight of stairs. It was going to be a long night.
"Well, finally. I was getting hungrier and hungrier."
"Well, this isn't going to help you much."
Harry thrust the plate through the bars, and held it out to Malfoy whose eyes had reverted away from the food. Instead, they stared at a spot on Harry's arm.
"Do you like to hurt, Potter?" Malfoy whispered, a manic glint in his eyes. Harry followed Malfoy's gaze down to his arm and he quickly dropped the plate he was holding, pulling his arm away from Malfoy's view.
"None of your business. Now eat."
Malfoy, his gaze still on Harry, waved his hand at the general area of the bread. "What, this? Ha! I don't eat that...it's stale."
"You're in prison, Malfoy. What do you expect, a five-star meal?"
"That, and death. But I haven't gotten either. Pity, isn't it?"
"You're sick, Malfoy."
"Am I? You're the one with cuts all across your arm and a tattoo of a skull eating a snake. And me? I stood up for what I believed in."
"Really. And what would that be?"
"I quote you: none of your business."
"You confuse me, Malfoy."
"Yes, well, you're not that easy to understand yourself, Potter."
"Well, then, good."
"Is it?" Malfoy questioned, picking up the piece of bread and taking a bite out of it.
"I thought you said you didn't eat that crap?"
"But then I'd be dead."
"Isn't that what you want?"
"Is it?" Malfoy repeated again, raising his eyebrow and Harry narrowed his eyes.
"You're making no sense."
"I'm in prison, what do you expect?"
"Is this your way of dealing with fear?"
Malfoy dropped the bread and took a step towards the bars.
"I am NOT afraid."
"Don't lie to me, Malfoy. You said you're the only one who can get under my skin; well, I'm the only one who can see through your facade. You know what Malfoy...in some sick alternate universe, we could have been friends. You and me, we're just the same."
"Oh no Potter...I'm not a traitor."
"And I'm not a coward."
"You'd never understand what I've been through."
"Ditto."
"Right, Potter. You've always had someone there for you..whether it was to protect you, teach you right from wrong, be your friend, laugh with you; cry with you...or even die for you. Me? I'm on my own. No one would die for me. No one gives a shit about me." Malfoy said, slowly moving into the darkness of his cell. Harry slowly sat down on the lone chair outside the cell, watching the thin blonde lean himself against the hard stone walls.
For the first time in his life, Harry felt like someone knew exactly how he felt every day of his life.
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