A Twist In Time Chapter 10, a harry potter fanfic

Good morning! Or afternoon, or night. Whatever. Here's another chapter! This one is pretty long and I like this one a lot. It's got some fluff and angst in it, and I have no idea how chapter 11 is gonna play out yet, so expect a long wait. Anyways, enjoy!

Chapter 10

The summer found Draco Malfoy in a poor state; his already shoulder-length blonde hair was now halfway down to the middle of his back and limp, almost gray in color. His eyes were dull and dead like the eyes of a fish you would find in a market. His pointed, aristocratic features, usually very sharp and attractive, were gaunt and his cheekbones were sunken in, making him look skeletal. And the worst part wasn't his physical appearance, as bad as it was, but his mental state. He felt violated and broken, sore in places he should have never felt sore until he was ready. They say the eyes are a window to the soul and this held true in the case of Draco Malfoy. His dull eyes showed what his soul felt; hollow, broken, dead, and just a memory of what he used to be.

He thought of Harry. What would he think of him now? He was unclean, dirty. He didn't deserve whatever affection Harry gave him; he was a monster, unworthy of love and compassion. At least, that's what Fenrir had told him. Maybe...maybe he was right. Harry Potter was the Golden Boy, revered by all and would be the one to save the world with his perfection. Draco was a broken boy who was nothing more than an animal. He didn't deserve Harry. Harry shouldn't feel obliged to him at all. He wasn't a pity-project damn it! In his cell and his own mind, Draco slowly sunk further into depression and pool of self-hatred. The pool was deep, and there was no telling how long it would be until he wasn't able to hold his breath anymore and eventually begin to drown.

"Who's Cedric? Your boyfriend?" Dudley sneered in Harry's face, making the goons behind him chortle idiotically. Harry felt his face twist up as he thought about Draco. How was he? Was he safe? Happy? Comfortable? Harry doubted it. Dudley's red face was still in his and Harry felt a surge of rage in his chest that put nasty thoughts in his head that he had to push away before his emotions got the best of him and he cursed his cousin. Not that it was that bad of an idea… Harry shook his head and shoved by Dudley, ignoring his remark. The death of Cedric had taken a toll on Harry; he was constantly plagued with dreams full of green light and the thud of Cedric's body hitting the grey grass of the graveyard.

Harry felt a sharp jerk on his shoulder as Dudley pulled him back to him and his group and yanked on his arm violently.

"You're not going anywhere, you little fag! I'll tell daddy that you've been fucking blokes and he'll kick you out for good." Dudley curled his lip contemptuously and shoved Harry into the dirt. Harry's back hit a root as he fell and he felt the sharp pain shoot up his spine. His glasses fell off his face and cracked, rendering him blind. Harry could hear the stupid chuckles of his gang as they walked away, presumably to find some third grader to pick on. Harry's thoughts were promptly brought to a halt as he felt a sudden coldness overtake his senses. He recognized that feeling and he felt his heart plummet. Where was it? His head swiveled around to find the source and saw that Dudley had stopped walking, unnoticed by his gang, and his attention was transfixed on something in the stormy sky. Harry turned his head to find the source of Dudley's stiffness and caught sight of it. He was right. It was a Dementor, and by the abrupt coldness, there were more of them coming.

"Dudley, run!"

"Poppet, do you know what my least favorite part of being a werewolf is?" Fenrir barked at Draco who barely reacted. He shook his head and didn't look into the Alpha's black eyes.

"Mates." Draco froze. Mates? Fenrir gave harsh laugh and looked directly at Draco.

"You heard me. Mates. You should have figured yours out by now, poppet. Any idea who it could be?" Draco did indeed have an idea, but he'd rather die than indulge Fenrir in any information that could be used against him. His father had been at home less and less, off to some Death Eater meeting or another, giving Fenrir and Draco plenty of alone time, much to Draco's horror. After the first incident, Draco had simply given up all fight that he once had in him and just let the older man take from him consistently.

Draco had given up all sort of dignity and pride at the beginning of the summer. He felt dirty and gross inside and out; he hadn't showered since the start of the summer and his insides felt slimy as if it were filled with the older werewolf's semen even hours later. It was mortifying. At least he was a man and couldn't get pregnant. However, that seemed to be Fenrir's leading excuse regarding his abuse.

No consequences after this, poppet, so I can do this all day long.

Draco shuddered in horror at the memory. He was just an object used to relieve Fenrir's sadistic sexual fantasies and he couldn't believe he was just allowing himself to be treated that way. How low could he possibly get?

"Well, poppet?" Draco swallowed and tried not to betray his emotions. His mate was Harry and he knew it. He hated it. He'd rather die than subjugate Harry to that. How could he ever tell Harry he was bonded to him for life? How could he make him do that? He should be able to choose he wanted to love freely and not have to be forced into a relationship that he felt obliged to because of his bloody hero complex…

"Uhm, Astoria Greengrass...I-I think. I've never felt attracted to her before but now I do suddenly…why do you hate the idea of mates?" Draco lied and changed the subject quickly, hoping that Fenrir didn't catch his stutter.

"Well, if you don't have a mate, especially if a young and susceptible Omega like you goes waltzing around, you're more likely to be taken advantage of," Fenrir growled low in his throat and Draco felt nothing but hatred for this man. He was taking advantage of Draco because he knew his Omega status would prevent him from fighting back because he was an Alpha.

"Do you know what a claiming bite is?" Fenrir asked. Draco stiffened. Claiming bite? What was this? He slowly turned to look at the older werewolf's sly smirk and shook his head.

"Well, when a werewolf finds his mate, he has to bite his partner to claim him. The venom in this kind of bite is different than the bite that passes on the curse because of your intent. Usually, it's done during sex because your emotions tend to help make the chemical reaction that changes the venom go faster." Draco blinked in surprise. He'd never heard of this before…

"Why?" Fenrir looked at him and showed sharp yellow teeth.

"To claim your property, of course!" Draco looked in horror as the man started cackling with glee as if he said the funniest thing in the world.

"Draco Malfoy, don't you walk away from me!" Harry yelled at the retreating form of his boyfriend. Just a few seconds ago, the two boys had gotten into a heated argument over Draco's newfound attitude.

"Hey, Draco! It's good to see you again."

"Leave me alone, Potter." Draco snarled and tried to ignore the hurt look on Harry's face and the confused ones on Ron and Hermione's.

"Potter? Did I do something to you, Draco?" Harry snapped back in retaliation. Hermione looked between the two fuming boys and thought it was best that she made her leave. Dragging Ron along with her, Hermione left Draco and Harry by themselves.

Harry looked at Draco with concern. He was in a sad state. His arms were boney and pale, even more so than usual. The sharp cheekbones that Harry found so damn sexy were now too sharp and made him look malnourished. His eyes were the worst. Grey and dull, dead.

"Draco…?"

"Just go away, Harry!" Draco's breath was ragged as if he had run a marathon; a sign of a small energy reserve. He hadn't been eating at all this summer, had he?

"I can't...I can't be with you anymore, Harry." Harry looked at Draco with his mouth open in shock. Was he…?

"Are you breaking up with me?" Draco looked away from him, eyes closed.

"Yes." With that, he turned around and began to walk away leaving Harry staring after him in heartbreak.

Draco had to keep going or he would lose his resolve. This is what he had to do. Harry shouldn't have to be forced into a relationship with him.

Not wanting to go into his dorm, where Harry would most likely be, Draco found his feet headed up to the Owlery on their own accord. As he ascended the stairs he shivered with cold. The little meat left on his body did a terrible job of preserving his body heat and he had forgotten his jumper in his trunk. Perfect.

The Owlery was littered with bird droppings and cold as hell, but Draco didn't mind. He was alone. At least, so he thought.

"Hello, Draco Malfoy." A voice said, barely audible over the sound of hooting owls, but heard nonetheless. Draco jumped and pulled out his wand, swiveling his head around and frantically looking into every dark corner.

"Who's there?!" Draco called out and hated how high his voice sounded. He heard a shuffling of feet behind him and snapped his head around to see a person come out of one of the shadowy areas.

"It's me, Luna Lovegood." The person replied lightly. Draco felt a pang of recognition as he took in the messy blonde hair, skinny form, and radish earrings. He slowly put his wand down. This was no one to worry about. She was a strange one, that's for sure, and if he was right about the rumors floating around about her, she was harmless as well.

"What are you doing here, Lovegood?" Draco asked, his earlier fears of confrontation banished.

"Oh, nothing really. I just like to come up here sometimes. Owls tend to make better company than people do, don't you think?" Her airy voice put Draco at ease and he felt himself relax.

"I do. How did you know who I was?" Draco replied, genuinely curious. This girl was the ditzy Ravenclaw girl that everyone talked about; how she got into the house that values intelligence is beyond anyone. How she knew the Slytherin Prince was just as confusing.

"Well, everyone knows you, don't they? You and Harry Potter, that is." Luna replied softly. Draco cocked his head slightly. What did they know? Beads of sweat broke out along his forehead despite the cold air.

"What do you know?" Draco inquired a little harsher than he intended. Luna looked at him with large eyes and Draco felt lied to. This girl was obviously a Ravenclaw; her blue eyes were shining with intelligence and wisdom that was far beyond her years.

"Well, I know that you love him. The rest of the school hasn't caught on yet, but I have. It's quite obvious, actually." Draco jumped when he heard the word "love." He didn't love Harry! He was only fifteen. They'd only been dating for a little more than a year and they weren't even dating anymore.

"I don't love him! I don't even know what love is." Draco looked at his hands. He didn't love Harry. He was too young. Harry didn't need this. He didn't need the so-called love that Draco harbored for him.

"Draco, you do. Love isn't just a feeling. It's a person, a place. Love is when your eyes light up every time you see the person you love. It's the way you think about that person all the time and how you always make time for him. It's the trees you first kissed under or the sun that shone on your back as you laughed and talked. Love is more than just a feeling, Draco, and I think you know that in your heart." Draco stood still in shock. This girl was definitely a Ravenclaw. Did he love Harry? Draco thought about all the full moons they spent together and all the secret kisses they shared. He thought about all the times they cried and cuddled together. Draco shook his head. He couldn't do that to Harry. Maybe he did love him, but Draco knew it was one-sided. How could anyone love a beast?

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"You're probably right. Well, have a good night, Draco." With that, Luna left the Owlery and Draco. Draco stared at the spot that Luna had just vacated, the gears in his mind spinning madly. Draco knew that Harry was his mate. It was obvious. However, Harry didn't even know about the whole idea of mates. Draco didn't even know the whole idea. He would have to talk about it to Remus and perhaps get some books about it.

"Harry, you have to eat something." Ginny admonished. Harry sat picking dejectedly at his food and even ignored the Treacle Tart that Ron had shoved onto his plate. His eyes were shiny with unshed tears and even Neville noticed there was something wrong.

"You alright, mate?" Neville asked from two seats down. Harry didn't even look up. After his trial and all the business with the Ministry, Harry had been more than ready to finally see Draco. But now he didn't have him. If anyone could understand what he was going through, it was Draco and now he had no one. No one that truly knew or cared about him.

Suddenly Harry got up, upsetting a glass of pumpkin juice as he did, and stalked off towards his dorm. He had to figure out what had happened to Draco over the summer, even if they weren't together anymore. He had to.

With Luna's words ringing in his head, Draco headed back to his dorm. He was so tired. The halls were cold as he descended into the dungeons. He thought about Harry. Was he doing the right thing by breaking up with him? Was that what Harry wanted? He shook his head as if physically trying to clear his head of those thoughts and muttered the password to the stone wall. He walked past the Common Room, ignoring jeers from Pansy and a hello from Blaise. He opened his door to find Harry sitting on his bed. When he saw Draco, he quickly stood up and walked over to him.

"Draco, we need to talk." Draco had to force himself to look away from the piercing green eyes.

"About what?" Damn those eyes.

"What happened, Draco?" Draco looked into his eyes again and found his own wet with tears.

"Nothing I can't handle." Harry itched to comfort Draco. He was obviously lying but without permission or inclination, he couldn't touch him.

"What did your father do to you?" Draco twitched and turned away from Harry. He knew what this meant; he was hiding something.

"It wasn't your father, was it? Who hurt you, Draco? Tell me right now!" Harry's voice raised at the end. If it wasn't his father, then who the hell thought they had the right to touch Draco? Harry took one step forward to grab his arm but stopped himself last second.

"N-no one, Harry. Leave it alone." Draco internally cringed at his stutter. Harry knew him too well to not notice what that meant. It was all over. Harry was going to be disgusted with him.

"No, I won't. Tell me. Now." Draco wrapped himself around himself and moved away from Harry, away from the only person who really loved him. Harry raised his wand and muttered a spell that Draco didn't catch.

"I've cast a silencing charm. No one else can hear. I won't tell anyone. Please talk to me, Draco. I'm here for you. I've always been here for you!" Harry cried, his voice raising an octave at the end. Draco felt a surge of anger in his chest. Not at Harry, but at Fenrir for killing his innocence and at his father for allowing it. And at himself for keeping it quiet. That anger manifested into magic and he had his wand pointed at Harry before he even realized what he was doing. Harry had his wand out just as quickly but was reluctant to use it.

"Stupefy!" Draco shouted, waving his wand sharply. Harry responded with a wide arc of his wand and a shout of "Protego!" Draco snarled as his fangs began to show, puncturing his lip and sending blood trickling down his chin. Harry furrowed his brow as tears built up in his eyes. What was so terrible that it caused Draco to lash out like this? Who hurt him so badly that he wouldn't even go to Harry anymore?

"Petrificus Totalus!" Harry yelled, catching Draco off-guard as he fell to the ground, stiff as a board. Panic welled up in Draco's chest; this was the spell Fenrir used when Draco was particularly reluctant to do as he was told. As Harry came towards him, wand still drawn, Draco was thankful for the Silencing Spell Harry had put up when he screamed. He screamed so loudly that Harry clapped his hands over his ears and dropped his wand in the process.

"Don't come any closer, Potter! Stay away!" Draco knew that Harry would never hurt him, that he had put him under this curse because he was acting irrationally, but he still felt the fear that had filled his senses as he felt Fenrir's hot body over his own. Harry looked hurt but didn't come any closer to Draco. Instead, he sat down Indian-style next to Draco and threw his wand on his bed. Draco felt a tear trail a burning path down his cheek as the emotions he had pent up over the summer were released. He cried and cried as Harry looked on. He didn't touch him, he just watched. As his heavy flow of tears was reduced to a steady trickle, Harry spoke up.

"Draco, if you don't want to be with me anymore, I understand. Can you just tell me why?" Draco wished he could look away but the Full-Body-Bind restricted him from doing so.

"I don't want to force you into anything."

"I asked you to go steady with me if I do recall correctly." Draco blinked. He had forgotten about that. He mentally shook his head; it didn't matter. After he found out what happened, he wouldn't want to be with him anymore, no matter if he did originally.

"It doesn't matter. You won't want to be after everything that's happened."

"But what happened, Draco?" Draco felt the curse start to wear off and was able to flex his fingers and move his head a fraction, so he did, away from Harry.

"My m-mentor, he uh-"

"Who is your mentor? I can't imagine your dad would let Remus into the Manor, so who is it?"

"You don't know him." Draco turned his head a little more; he moved his fingers more towards his wand.

"Bullshit, Draco. Tell me who it is, right now."

"Fenrir Greyback." Draco felt Harry tense beside him and took the opportunity to move his arm a little more to wrap his fingers around his wand and pull it towards him.

"W-why? Why would Lucius allow that?"

"Does it matter? It happened."

"What happened, Draco?" Draco cringed. He had given himself away.

"N-nothing! Damn it, Harry. Stop bugging me!" Now.

"Leave me alone, Potter!" Draco swung his wand high and a purple light shot out of the tip of it, hitting Harry square in the chest. He flew backward and hit the wall behind him as Draco scrambled to his feet, wand still pointed at Harry's chest.

"Draco, why are you pushing me away? What did I do?!" Harry shouted, rubbing his head where it had dented the wall. Draco paused and looked at Harry's hurt expression with a pang of guilt. He didn't do anything. It was all him. It was always him. So why couldn't he say that? Why?

"Nothing, Harry."

"Then why?! Why are you doing this?" Tears had begun to fall from his eyes and Draco had to turn away before he began to cry as well.

"It's not you, it's me." Harry snorted and Draco snapped his head around to see an amused look on Harry's face.

"What?"

"Nothing. Just a muggle thing."

"Oh." Draco waved his wand and put a large divider up between his and Harry's bed and put a sticking charm on it, effectively separating them. This is how it had to be. It had to be. Now if only Draco could believe it.

"Potter! That's a detention!" Draco jeered two months later with the rest of the Inquisitorial Squad. Harry, silently fuming with anger, willed himself to remember that Draco was hurt and going through something. He just had to remember the D.A and what it would mean if he was caught. He could do this.

"Ok." Draco sneered, but it wasn't his usual trademark sneer that sent shivers down people's spines. He was losing his touch.

As Harry walked down the hallway back to the dorm they shared, Draco pretended not to care about how hurt and tired Harry looked all the time. It was all his fault and he knew it, but there was little he could do about it. He couldn't put Harry in a situation where he would be bound to someone for life. He just couldn't.

"Harry, what is that?" Ron nearly yelled when he caught sight of the scars on the back of Harry's hand a month later. Harry quickly pulled his sleeve down and covered up the words.

"Nothing, Ron. Don't worry about it." He smiled for extra effect but Ron wasn't convinced. Harry rubbed his eyes and yawned. Those bloody dreams about that mysterious black door in the mysterious hallway were really making him reluctant to go to sleep nowadays. He was practically living on coffee. Luckily, Ron dropped his eyes back to his potion, much to Harry's relief. Not once did he noticed concerned grey eyes flecked with amber watching him intently.

When class ended, Harry grabbed his Galleon and asked Hermione to set the date and time of tonight at 7:30 for the next D.A meeting. He really needed to blow off steam and this was the perfect way to do it.

When he left the Common Room later at 7 to set up the Room of Requirement he felt the rush of adrenaline that he got every time he knew he was defying Umbridge's stupid rules. Harry remembered when the nasty woman made the rule of "No boys and girls may be within five feet of each other." and had laughed about it, thinking about Draco. But then he remembered.

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair, pacing in front of the wall and thinking to himself.

I need a place to keep us hidden and be able to work. I need a place to keep us hidden and able to work. I need a place...

Draco stalked down the hallway and looked for Gryffindors to give detention. With his new Prefect duties, it was quite easy to let out his pent up frustration. However, whenever people saw him, they tended to run the other way.

Finding no one, Draco walked himself up to the Owlery, hoping that Luna was there. His footsteps echoed on the empty stairway and his breath came out misty, but still, he kept going. When he arrived, he looked into the shadowy parts, knowing that Luna preferred it there.

"Hello, Draco. How are you?" Luna emerged from the shadows, her radish earrings glinting in in the sun shining through the open window. He smiled and walked towards her, a spring in his step. He always loved talking with her.

"Hello, Luna. I'm doing fine, and you?" She was silent for a minute; appraising.

"Draco, don't lie to me. Your eyes are dark and your shoulders are tense." Draco dropped his eyes. Bloody hell, she was observant

"I miss him." He didn't need to say his name for her to know who he was talking about. She touched his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Then talk to him, Draco. If it hurts you this badly, maybe that's your body's way of telling you that you're making a mistake." Draco looked into the intelligent blue eyes and pulled Luna into a hug. He usually never showed physical affection, but a lot had changed over the years. Luna was shocked but she quickly responded and wrapped her own arms around Draco's middle, squeezing tight. When they pulled away, Draco had a new resolve. Yelling thanks over his shoulder, Draco ran out of the Owlery and down to his dorm in the dungeons, where Harry was sure to be.

Harry shot his head up when he heard the door bang open. With a wave of his wand, Draco tore the tapestry down from where it was hanging in the middle of the room.

"Draco, what- mmph!" Harry's questioning was cut off by Draco pressing his lips to Harry's. It was a moment before Harry responded, but when he did, it was like a fire was lit in his chest. Merlin, he missed this. Harry twisted his hands in Draco's hair as Draco raked his hands up and down Harry's back, leaving marks.

"Get this off," Draco growled, pulling at Harry's shirt clumsily. Harry smiled against Draco's lips as he readily took his shirt off, exposing his chest to Draco for the first time. Suddenly, Draco's lips were on Harry's neck, biting and sucking, marking him as his own.

"Everyone will see." Harry gasped, grasping on to Draco like a dying man. He felt Draco's smirk on his neck as he responded.

"Let them." Oh, Merlin, why did he have to be so damn sexy? Harry felt himself pushed onto the bed and Draco straddle his legs with his own. Draco was shirtless as well. Harry looked up at Draco with lidded eyes and red lips that had been kissed thoroughly. However, when Draco put his hand on his waist and began tugging on Harry's belt, he felt a flutter of panic.

"No, Draco, not yet," Harry mumbled, not really wanting this to end but knowing it had to. Draco stopped quickly but was just as reluctant to stop. They sat in quiet for a moment before Harry spoke up.

"Why the sudden change of mind?" Draco looked away, his face a blotchy red. It was a moment before he finally replied.

"I missed you." Harry smiled at this and wrapped his arms around Draco lovingly, stroking his hair as he had always done since they were eleven.

"Can you tell me now, Draco?" Silence.

"Please? I can't sit here knowing something happened and not knowing what it is. Please, Draco, I need to know." Draco turned his head into Harry's neck, nuzzling slightly and began to speak, his words muffled.

"Fenrir was my mentor over the summer. He was teaching me about the ins and outs of being a werewolf. He also taught me about-" Draco wondered if it was too soon to tell Harry about his mateship and what it meant. Should he mention mates at all? He kissed Harry's neck and kept talking.

"He taught me about mateship and what it meant to have a mate." He paused; waited for a reaction. When Harry gave none, he continued.

"He told me...that it doesn't matter the gender or the age. It could be a man for all I know. And if I find my mate and they reject me...well…" Draco stopped, barely able to keep going. Would Harry be able to put two and two together?

"What happens to you?" Draco's grey eyes, flecked with amber, so much like the moon, locked onto Harry's green eyes.

"I die."