A/N: thank you for all the replies J… Oh and to the person (forgot who) that mentioned that Snape was stupid to leave Draco alone, your right, I guess I forgot about that. So lets just say that the torture that Draco endured was not threatening, but just something that would cause pain, no after affect. Thanks again for the replies, and sorry this is not very long…Review please J Oh and sorry for any spelling mistakes or something..
Relief. That was what he felt when he woke up. He couldn't feel the pain running through him. He was conscious. He had been spared. Anger. Why would his father betray him? Why was he even part of that stupid cult? He was better than them; he didn't need to follow anyone. Sadness. He was already marked. He couldn't escape. He was alone in his thoughts and experiences.
Draco opened his eyes, and turned around onto his other side, hoping to find him still there, but he wasn't, like in his thoughts, he was alone.
Draco sighed, and visibly cringed as he sat up in his bed, which was cold without a certain someone. He looked over at the clock opposite, and sighed when he realized that classes had just began. He fell back onto the bed. He knew he would be excused, after what happened last night, he was sure Snape would tell Dumbladore. How could Snape seriously believe that Draco thought he wasn't a spy for the 'light'? It was so obvious; he was naïve to believe Draco didn't suspect anything. The blonde laughed out loud to the empty room.
"How many times have I dreamt of going to Dumbladore, and offered to be a spy!?"
Draco laughed again, beginning to sound slightly crazed, glad that he had a silencing charm on his room. That was the only reason he had a room, was so that students wouldn't realize when the Dark Lord was calling him, his Lord.
Draco sighed again, and lifted himself from the bed, heading over to the showers, he needed something to calm his nerves, and to ease his pains, both physical and emotional.
"Why don't you just go to Dumbladore? Tell him you want to join our side?"
His eyes looked pleadingly at him. He laughed at how naïve he was acting.
"What like Snape did?"
He looked at him with a confused expression.
"Wait…how did you know?"
"Harry please, of course I know Snape is a spy for Dumbladore. I'm not blind!"
He stared back into those eyes. The two were sitting side by side on his bed, it was noon, lunchtime.
"So why cant you just do what he does? Be a spy?"
"You don't understand. I can't escape. I keep walking in a circle, winding through my mind, trying to find a place I can hide. I would trade everything for that. Why do I keep fooling myself? I can never be like him Harry. I'm in the inner circle. I'm one of The Dark Lords most trusted death eater. He can read me Harry. My mind is opened to him, like a goddamn book Harry. He can read me like a god damned fucking book."
"Harry why are you so late? Where have you been?"
Hermione looked at Harry, and for the first real time that year, she looked like she cared.
"I was talking to a teacher."
Harry sat down beside his two friends, and began to pile on food onto his plate. He stared at it, not wanting to actually eat, his mind still on Draco.
"Harry, is something wrong? You look…pale."
Hermione was biting her bottom lip, like she always did when she was concerned. He gave her a weak smile, one which wasn't very convincing.
"I'm fine Mione, really, just a bit… tiered."
Hermione nodded, and looked away, but it was obvious she didn't believe a word Harry was saying, he heard her sigh lightly under her breath. Ron, who was talking to Dean about Quidditch, stood up to go to the bathroom. Of course Hermione saw this as an opportunity to talk to Harry.
"Harry..." She attempted to start, but was cut off by Harry.
"
Honestly 'Mione I'm fine, bloody hell."
He said, starting to get slightly annoyed. She glared at him.
"If you're so bloody fine, then why do hurt yourself."
She stared at him, with one of her eyebrows raised, her lips set very thinly. Harry stared at her, shocked.
"W what? What do you mean?"
He quickly dropped his left arm under the table. She sighed, and grabbed it, pulling the sleeves of his robe up, staring at his scars on his arm. Harry pulled the sleeves back down, and wouldn't look her in the eye. Again she sighed, frustrated.
"Look Harry, I know you thought I didn't notice. Maybe you thought I didn't care. But I do Harry, I'm your friend. I was trying to wait and see when you would come to me. But you haven't. Harry you've been so distant, hell, half the time I don't know where you are! Its like I don't know you, and it scares me."
She ended in a whisper. Harry finally looked at her; he was ashamed to see he had made her form tears in her worried eyes.
"Hermione…I'm sorry…it's just, it's been really…difficult…"
Harry stopped short of what he was going to say, since at that moment Ron sat back down, smiling at the two, totally unaware of the tension.
Harry got up and faked a smile at Ron. He pretended to tie his shoe, but instead he whispered in Hermione's ear.
"I'll talk to you later, maybe tonight ok."
He then got up and left, not sure where he was going, just knowing he had to get out of the building, he needed some sun, some fresh air maybe. He didn't know, he just needed a change in atmosphere.
He knocked on the door lightly. A few seconds later he heard the voice shout for him to come in, he sounded irritated, nothing unusual there. He pushed open the door and walked in. professor Snape had his back towards, putting away a bottle onto a shelf, losing it among so many other bottles identical to it. He turned around, and sneered at him.
"Don't you think you're a bit early, Potter?"
he spat out his name, as if it was venom. Harry just continued to stay still, determined not to get fed up with Snape. He kept reminding himself, that he was not here for him, but for Draco, do it for him, he repeated to himself. He inhaled.
"Actually no Professor, what I want to speak to you about has nothing to do with school."
He stared determinedly into the moody professors cold eyes. He glared at Harry, before sitting himself down on his desk, motioning for Harry to sit in one of the chairs. They stared at each other for a moment.
"Well, do I need to feed you a potion to make you tell me what you want to talk about?"
Professor Snape commented sarcastically. Harry just gritted his teeth, still repeating the words, do it for him.
"No professor, that wont be necessary…I am here to… ask for your advise, and maybe to… resolve something."
Harry said slowly, picking out the right words. Professor Snape sighed, and lent forward slightly.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with young Malfoy, would it potter?"
He raised an eyebrow. Harry blushed slightly; still embarrassed that Snape had seen Harry, in Draco's bed.
"Um, yes in fact it does have something to do with him. You see… well… He shouldn't be going through what he is. He doesn't even want to be a death eater; I think you should talk to him. Convince him to be a spy, like you."
Harry explained, rushing his words. He looked back up into Snapes face, and to his surprise it had soften quite a bit.
"Don't you think I have tried to talk to him? Potter, it would be extremely difficult, not to mention dangerous, for him to be put into that position. He is the inner circle, he is opened to Voldermort. I'm just thankful that what happened to him last night wasn't something to end his life…"
Harry frowned; this was not the answer he was hoping to hear, he wanted Snape to solve everything, he wanted him to agree and go to Dumbladore and sort the whole thing out.
"But… can't Professor Dumbladore do anything?"
Harry asked, his eyes somewhat desperate. Snape sighed.
"I have talked to him, he said it may be possible. He would have to go through a spell first, to allow him to block his mind off anyone, training would take to long… but Potter, he has to agree with it. And from what he's been saying, I don't think he will…"
Harry sat for a while, trying to think of a way to convince Snape to agree with him.
"What if…what if I could convince him to want that?"
Harry said slowly. Snape stood suddenly, and moved back to his work.
"If you can, then that would be great. Now Potter please leave, I am busy."
Harry nodded, and opened the door. He turned around.
"And Professor?"
He asked. Snape looked up at him, one eyebrow raised.
"Thanks…"
Harry said, before leaving and shutting the door. He leant against it, before leaving for his classes; he had one minute to be down for Herbology.
