What Draco Wants

JK Rowling owns it all. I just play with her toys.

Chapter 10

Draco stood in front of his fire stamping his feet trying to get feeling back in them. He was berating himself for not placing a warming charm on his boots, he just hadn't thought of it with everything going on inside of the locker room Monday nights were starting to become his favorite time of the week. His heart ached for Potter and all that he thought and was going through.

Of course he thought Draco would follow in his father's footsteps. He had been doing his bidding for as long as Draco could understand his orders. He tormented Potter to please his father. It had not been his idea in the first place, though Draco was happy to oblige due to the fact that his father uttered Potter's name more than his own his entire life. His father had placed Potter's importance over Draco's sense the Dark Lord's disappearance. How could Draco not grow up hating Potter when his name was uttered as a curse in his home?

On the other hand Potter did see the look in Draco's eyes both after the ball and up in the tower. Potter saw the love in his eyes even if he didn't understand what it meant. Draco didn't fully understand it himself. When had all this changed? When did Potter stop being the enemy for him and become so much more? He recalled seeing Potter sitting on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room with tears rolling down his cheeks. Was that when Potter ceased to be just an object to him? To whiteness such desperation on another boy's face had changed something in him. He could no longer see Potter as just his father's obsession, as the pawn that Potter thought himself to be. To hear his own name moaned in Potter's voice had touched something deep inside him that he didn't even know was there. Holding Potter in his arms under the warmth of the blanket had shattered the stone around Draco's heart and he knew he was lost forever.

This feeling he could not fully describe must be what others called love. Potter was in his every thought. He spend every moment he could either looking for him in the halls or staring at the amulet. Potter's silly crooked grin filled Draco with glee. To watch him touch himself as he thought of Draco was the most erotic thing he could ever imagine. His heart longed for a glance from Potter. He ached to touch him again, even just to hold his hand or run his fingers through Potter's hair, something, anything. He knew this desperation had to end or he would do something rash. Draco knew now, he understood now what all those stupid sappy songs were for. They were sung for him.

Draco knew he needed someone to talk to. He wished he had good friends like Potter did. It was laughable to think that he could have a heart to heart talk with any of the Slytherins like Potter had just had with the Granger girl. Well OK, maybe there was one. Someone he really hadn't paid much attention to this school year so he was way over due for a visit. Draco quickly turned on his frozen boot heel and walked down to the dungeon halls.

His knuckles rapped several times on the heavy wooden door even though he knew the password. He didn't want to appear rude sense this was his first actual visit. He heard the lock turn and the door creek open slowly. Draco pushed the door open fully and walked into the room. The logs burring in the fireplace and a few candle stubs burned in the dim room. He found his godfather right where he knew he would be. Snape's long black hair seemed to melt into the blackness of his robes leaving the pale oval of his face flickering with shadows from the flames. "Draco, it's about time you came" he droled as if bored already.

"I'm sorry I haven't come sooner, Godfather. It's been one hell of a year already." Draco couldn't come up with a better excuse than that and from the arched eyebrow he was given by Snape they both knew it.

"What can I do for you at this hour of the night, Draco?" Snape steepled his fingers resting his elbows on the arms of his favorite ratty chair beside the fire.

Draco had no idea how to begin. He hadn't thought this far in advance which was so unlike him it caught him off guard. He slowly made his way to the chair opposite Snape's with his mind whirling looking for an opening line. "I'm um.. having a problem with a relationship" Draco started "She.."

Snape raised his hand to stop his godson with a smirk on his face. "Draco,I have known you sense you were born. I know you well enough to know that if it is a relationship you are involved in, a romantic one, it is more likely to be a he, rather than a she. Now would you care to start over?"

Draco smirked back and blushed slightly with a nod. He decided he would start at the beginning and be honest with the only adult who truly knew him. He told Snape all about the discovery in his father's den, how he had acquired the necessary hairs needed for the potions and everything that had happened that school year right up until the talk he over heard between Potter and his friends. He even admitted how Potter had become an obsession of a different kind. His eyes begged his godfather's for some way to fix what now seemed like a disaster.

Snape held out his hand and demanded "Let me see that amulet. Do you have the book with you now?" Draco leaned forward refusing to take the necklace from around his body for fear the magic would be lost. This afforded him yet another raised eyebrow but as he knelt at his godfather's side he recited the spells he had done from memory. The amulet was blank and cold in Snape's hand but he asked Draco what he saw. "Potter is sitting on the edge of his bed taking off his trainers" Draco explained how the scrolled edges worked as controls for the amulet, turning or zooming the image. When Snape pressed on the right edge nothing happened to the image. Draco told him that and it proved that only Draco had full control of what the amulet did.

When Snape dropped the necklace back into Draco's hand he waved a gesture for him to return to the chair he was in before. Snape sipped some amber liquid from the glass from the side table and winced as if it burned. He sat there for quite a while in quiet contemplation. He wanted to be sure of his words before he spoke. The boy was always so literal and he didn't want to give the wrong impressions. After taking a deep breath he laid his hands along the arms of the chair and stared at the boy. "Draco, from what you have told me thus far I believe you were in error of the spells intended purpose." Draco leaned forward in his seat placing his elbows on his knees listening raptly. "The 'See thine enemy' spell is not one to be used to spy on them. It is so that the person using the amulet can see what his enemy's life is truly like through their own eyes. It is intended to show the bearer that the enemy's life is not that much different that their own. The 'Know thine advisory' spell is intended for just that purpose, so that the person listening to the thoughts of the one opposed to them can again see that the advisory is not that unlike themselves. If you know their thoughts, see what and how they think the spell caster will better understand them and their motives. Is this clear, Draco?"

Draco sat up and let the words sink in for a moment. It all made perfect sense to him now. He looked back at Snape and nodded slowly. "You are saying that when I started I was going to use the amulet as a weapon against my enemy. Using the amulet I got to know Potter better and saw that he was never actually an enemy at all. It was my own petty jealousy that kept the rivalry alive. Now I can see Potter for who he is, not what the world makes him out to be. Is that correct?" When Snape nodded Draco continued "Getting to know Potter as a person has um.. made me feel close to him. I know being able to see him anytime I want in the amulet and to be able to read his thoughts when he allows it has made him closer to me than me to him. This is where the problem lies, Godfather. How do I fix this? How do I get him to see me as something other than a Death Eater."

Snape waved his hand at the term with a look of disgust. "We both know you never intended to go through with that"

Draco leaned forward again to emphasize his point "Only you and I know this. How do I get that information to Potter without tipping my hand to the rest of the world?"

Snape gave him what he hoped would be a fatherly smile and said "Let me take care of that." With that he waved a dismissal which Draco took with a sigh and a nod. He would have to put his fate in this man's hands, there was nothing else he could do.