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Love You, Hate You

Chapter 10

"Where did Harry go, Master Slytherin?" Severus asked, looking down at Salazar from where he was still kneeling looking grim and resigned.

"Please, just Salazar. And he has gone to defeat Voldemort, once and for all." Salazar replied, making almost everyone flinch at Voldemort's name. Shouts of disbelief, shock, and fear echoed around the room at his announcement.

"Why? Why did he go there? He is not ready; he could be hurt or worse killed!" Severus exclaimed worriedly, beginning to pace.

"Harry doesn't care. When he gets angry, really angry, he can be quite destructive and dangerous to anyone who gets in his way. I should know, I made him angry once and he about tore my head off with his bare hands. Merlin, that boy has a fierce temper." Salazar relayed, trying to make Severus understand, hoping to calm him down.

"Oh, yes he has a temper, don't I know it. Merlin, he does. After he lost Sirius, his godfather, he became almost volatile." Severus replied, stopping in his pacing to smirk down at Salazar.

"Ah yes, I believe there was that one incident where he blew up someone's entire office. He told me about it after he tried to tear my head off." Salazar mused, moving to sit on the bench at his side, the Gryffindor table.

"Ahem. I believe that would have been my office. I'm afraid I may have said one thing wrong and he practically blew up. Once he started, I might have encouraged him, hoping for him to let it all out. I'm not for sure if it worked or not." Albus admitted, looking slightly sheepish with a blush upon his nose.

"That was your office? Well no, unfortunately, that didn't completely work. For he still had a lot of anger and steam to blow off." Severus chuckled, looking towards Albus, pacing once again.

"What ever do you mean, my boy? You sound as if he took his anger out on you." Albus asked, looking momentarily confused before getting his usual twinkle back when Severus answered.

"Yea, he did. It was actually after one of the Order meetings that summer. Harry and I had a shouting match and when we had finished, we began a, shaky at first, but still a friendship." Severus explained before shaking his head, "But enough about that. What I want to know is what has caused Harry to get so angry? Not to mention go to Voldemort and defeat him?" This caused most to flinch at Voldemort's name. (AN. Cowards!)

Salazar snorted derisively, "Isn't it obvious? Voldemort (flinch) threatened someone special to Harry and Harry being who he is, won't stand for that."

"Who is that? All he said was 'my Dragon.' Who is his 'Dragon?'?" Remus questioned, coming to stand by Albus, looking confused and worried.

"Severus, you should know the answer to that." Salazar replied, looking at Severus' still pacing form, a slight smirk crossing his face.

Severus came to a stop in front of Salazar before replying, "I should know? I've never heard Harry refer to anyone or thing as 'his Dragon.' So, how should I know that, Salazar?"

"Think Severus. Who does Dragon remind you of? When you think of Dragon, who do you think of? Think!" Salazar urged, willing Severus to figure it out.

'Dragon. Who do I think of? Dra-…Draco, no it can't-.' Severus thought to himself, coming to realize exactly what Salazar was trying to get at.

'Who is it? It can't be Ron because they are no longer friends. And it can't be Hermione because Dragon sounds like it would be a name for a boy, not a girl. So, who could be so important to Harry?' Remus thought, wracking his brain for an answer or at the very least a clue to the answer.

Salazar gave a self-satisfied smirk when he saw the realization dawn on Severus' face. More so when he whispered in awe and disbelief, "Draco."

'Draco?! What does he mean Draco?! Is Draco Malfoy the one that is so special to Harry?' Hermione thought shocked at what Professor Snape was implying.

When they turned to look at Draco at the Slytherin table, they noticed it was quiet. And judging by what they saw at the Slytherin table, they weren't surprised by the silence.

The Slytherin's were surrounding a crying Draco Malfoy!

Hearing Luna Lovegood tell her prediction, watch Harry disappear, then hear where Harry went was too much for Draco to handle. When Harry had appeared after a month of absence, he was relieved and sorrow filled. However, he was able to obtain his cold, aloof façade.

Now, with too many things happening at once, Draco finally broke down for the first time in public. Pansy, to his right, heard Draco give an almost silent chocked sob. When she turned, she was shocked and worried to see Draco breaking down.

She immediately wrapped her arms around him, effectively drawing the attention of the rest of Slytherin house. Blaise, who was on the other side of Pansy, stood up and moved behind Draco to hold him.

Crabbe, sitting to Draco's left, wrapped an arm around Draco's waist to offer his own comfort. Gradually, all the Slytherin's moved closer to Draco to lend him their support.

When Professor Snape had gotten Harry's letter that morning at breakfast, Draco had called for a meeting. After breakfast, all the Slytherin's had congregated to the common room where Draco had relayed his relationship with Harry, their break-up, and the reasons for the break-up.

Hearing of Draco's relationship with Harry was old news, which surprised Draco, but they were all proud and happy that Draco had deemed to tell them about. What wasn't old news, was hearing of the break-up between Draco and Harry. And Draco was the one to do it.

There had been a huge outcry at his announcement and it had gradually gotten worse when Draco had explained the how's and why's. Everyone was sad, dismayed, and a little angry, but not at Draco or Pansy.

So, seeing that Draco had lasted an entire month, emotionally, was a feat in itself. They were proud of him for not breaking down this past month, so none of them really faulted Draco for breaking down now. Especially in public.

'Why is Draco Malfoy crying? I've never seen him show any emotion aside from anger, repulsion, etc. What could be the cause of this?' Hermione thought to herself, looking at Draco's crying form in confusion.

"Everything's going to be fine, Draco honey." Pansy tried to soothe, running her fingers through his hair.

When Draco just shook his head at her statement, Blaise questioned quietly, "What do you mean no? Of course, everything's going to be alright."

"N-no, it's no-not." Draco chocked out, looking utterly miserable.

"What do you mean, Draco? Why won't it?" Theodore Nott asked quietly, looking confused like the rest of the Slytherin's.

Draco tried to take a calming breath and managed to say without cracking, "Because Harry went to face the Dark Lord because he threatened his Dragon."

Many Slytherin's nodded their heads in agreement to this and Pansy commented, her face scrunching up in confusion and thought, "He did growl something about 'his Dragon' when Luna Lovegood made her prediction. But who or what is Dragon? And why or how is it so important to Harry?"

Draco just gave another chocked sob and put his head down. When Draco didn't answer, the Slytherin's began to think about it for a moment before it finally hit them. 'Dragon…Draco. The prediction was about Draco and Harry went to go defeat the Dark Lord because of it.'

"This is good news though, right?" Crabbe said, looking around him for confirmation. All he got, though, was confusion.

"Wha-what do you mean?" Draco coughed out, looking up at Crabbe with hope shining dimly in his watery grey eyes.

"Yeah, he's right. Because Harry showed so much emotion and went to go defeat Vol-Voldemort, that must mean he still loves Draco right?" Goyle agreed quietly, stuttering slightly at saying the Dark Lord's name.

"Yes, but so what?" Pansy asked impatiently, wanting to know what they were getting at.

"What they mean is, is that if Harry really does love Draco and he is willing to fight for him, then maybe Draco can explain to Harry about why he did what he did. Maybe Draco and Harry can get back together." Blaise said in understanding, nodding thoughtfully.

Draco looked up hesitantly at Blaise and asked in a quiet voice, "Really? Do you really think so, Blaise?"

When Blaise and everyone else nodded their heads in agreement, Draco gave an almost inaudible sigh of relief. However, it didn't last very long because in the next second he was crying again. Hard.

"Why are you crying again, Draco? I thought you would be happy knowing that Harry still has such strong feelings for you?" Millicent Bulstrode asked, looking around her at her surrounding Slytherin's to see if they understood. All she got was helpless shrugs.

Draco shook his head rapidly and replied, "I am happy, it's not that. I'm just worried that he may not return to me safely, so that I may tell him everything and forgive me for everything."

None of them had anything to say to that. For they didn't want to cause anymore grief or give Draco any false hope, so they remained silent.

And it was during this silence that the teachers had come to the realization of why Harry had been so angry and the reason for the silence. So, when they turned to see the reason for the silence, they saw Draco crying surrounded by Slytherin's.

Severus was confused. Why was Draco crying? And why and how was Draco the same as Harry's 'Dragon'?

"Draco, why are-?" Severus began to say, but was interrupted by the sound of a thunderclap and the appearance of Harry Potter holding the dead body of the Dark Lord Voldemort, the most feared Dark wizard since Grindelwald. I mean, even Grindelwald wasn't as feared as Voldemort is.

"Harry!" Simultaneous shouts happened all over the Great Hall at the reappearance of Harry, yet again.

One particular shout seemed to catch Harry's attention more so than the others. And it was this shout that made Harry briefly look over in Draco's direction. Only to have him almost have whiplash when he snapped his head around in a double take at what he was seeing.

There was Draco, The Draco Malfoy, crying. The epitome of all purebloods and how they should act in public. Yet, there he was, surrounded by his fellow purebloods and in tears. Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing for as long as he had known Draco, he had never shown any kind of emotion in public. Unless he was mocking someone for something, of course.

Before he could say or do anything about the unusual sight of Draco crying, Dumbledore suddenly appears beside him asking him questions.

"What happened? Are you alright? Where are the rest of the Death Eaters? Did you get hurt? How did you kill him? Did you fight him? Are you alright?"

After what seemed like forever, but was in actuality only a few moments, Dumbledore finally shut up and looked at Harry expectantly, waiting on him to answer his questions. Harry looked at Dumbledore, not quite comprehending, for a moment before he seemed to snap out of it and explained to him; and everyone else who was listening in, exactly what happened.

"When I got there Voldemort (flinch) had just stopped cursing Lucius Malfoy and was telling his Death Eaters that he would be sending Draco on a mission to the Vampire King. He was also saying that he was going to use Draco as bait to get to me. As I suddenly appeared, Tommy boy tried to talk about how he was going to destroy me for good, how he couldn't wait to show everyone that he had killed the so called Boy-Who-Lived, blah blah blah. Basically, he was going to say the same things that he usually does, but I quickly put a stop to that." Harry stops right there to take a small breath.

After a moments silence, Dumbledore asked bemusedly, "How did you stop him from talking? I can never really get him to stop talking unless I mention his real father, then he just kind of goes into this rage and curses everything around him."

"Oh that. Well, I just told him to shut up and stop talking about what he was intending to do to me or anyone else. Then I said let's just finish this and so we battled." Harry replied with a barely noticeable smirk.

His, almost, nonchalant response threw everyone for a loop. Not to mention that he had told the Dark Lord Voldemort to shut up before battling it out. It was barely conceivable, but then again this was Harry Potter they were talking about. The boy who just didn't know when to give it up and keep his mouth shut in dire situations.

"You…told the…I mean, Voldemort to shut up?" Luna was the brave one to finally speak up in the stunned crowd that was the student and staff of Hogwarts.

When Harry simply nodded with a bigger smirk on his face, Luna appeared to become a little faint before whispering practically inaudibly, "Oh…I didn't see that coming." Which led to Harry's smirk to transform into a large predatory grin and his eyes sparkling with a unknown inner light.

*Well, that is it. Haha, thought I would keep going on didn't ya? Nope, I decided to end it here. And when I say end it here, I mean that for a while. At least until I could possibly get some feedback on how my story is. Plus, I would really like a lot of feedback on this chapter cuz the reviews that I get for this chapter will help determine which ending I would like to finish this with. Either an epilogue with what happens to everyone or 2-3 more chapters on better explaining the happenings that will happen after this scene.

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