Wow, it's been a while! Sooooo mega sorry guys! My last laptop broke while I had my stay in hospital so I had to hold out without the internet for a while - BUT I saved my fanfiction ;) I'm smart!
I don't think I'll need to go to hospital again for a while considering how much better I am from my illness, but please forgive me if I get delayed again because I have to sit my exams soon. Eep.
Enjoy x
Chapter 11 - The Blackmail
And if I only could, Placebo - Running up that hill
Make a deal with God,
And get him to swap our places,
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
Be running up that building.
If I only could, oh...
Harry watched almost with fascination as the crimson liquid that was his blood dripped down his arm.
How could something so ugly be so beautiful? How could something so painful feel so pleasant?
He had forgotten...all the weeks with Lucius he had forgotten what it was like to be in pain. How it felt to have his hurting heart traitorously beating against his ribcage.
Harry hastily stuffed the little razor blade in his pocket and pulled the sleeve of his robes down covering his arm when he heard Ron enter the bathroom.
"You alright, mate? You've been in here a while." Ron asked.
"Spectacular." Harry replied with an air of fake happiness.
"Sure?" Ron persisted.
"Ron..." Harry started with a warning tone.
"Alright!" Ron shouted, almost jumping back with his hands in the air. "I was only asking – sorry for being concerned about you!"
Harry rolled his eyes as Ron left the bathroom, and making sure he locked the door securely he continued cutting his arm with the razor blade.
As difficult as it was to hide the physical pain from Hermione and Ron, it was getting harder to not be noticed as Harry stole glances up at the staff table at every meal time.
When Harry last saw Lucius in a class or mealtime, he was not doing any better than Harry was. The man's pale, pointed and regal face seemed thinner and his eyes were red and bloodshot – he had clearly been drinking.
Harry knew Draco had caused all this – but Lucius was right...he could report to Voldemort about this. And staying away from the man he loved was the only way to save him.
Harry had tried sending Lucius a letter asking him how he was, but he had no reply for since the week he had sent it to him. Obviously Lucius was ignoring him, or chose not to reply because of the danger that would cause.
Harry knew he was a fool if he tried to have some sort of contact with him – not after the talk they had. Were they really over? Or was Lucius only holding out until someone stopped this mess?
Harry had to find out.
Harry entered the boy's bathroom alone, only with one other person in the bathroom with him, as the last cubicle on the end of the toilet block was occupied.
Harry went up to the mirrors and stared at his reflection and almost jumped back in shock. He looked tired and evidently worn out. There were dark rings under his eyes and his face was pale.
The sound of water flushing and a door unlocking and out came Draco Malfoy.
"Ah, Potter." He said snidely. "Admiring your reflection like you always do?"
"Sod off, Draco." Harry said bitterly as he swung around to face him.
"Hm, not always such a big man are you? Not always so brave, huh?"
Harry rolled his eyes and pushed past the blond git who was blocking his path.
Harry was just about to leave when he found Draco calling him back.
"I'll have you know, Potter." Draco called to Harry's back "That I've decided to let you and father off."
Harry stood, frozen.
Then, he finally turned around slowly to face Draco, who, not surprisingly, was smirking.
"What?" he hissed to the blond.
"I said," Draco said slowly, "that I've decided to let you and father off the blackmail."
"Oh." Harry said, in a bit of a dumb manner. "Why? It's only been...a week, two weeks?"
"In return," Draco said loudly "for repayment."
Harry sighed. "Alright, fine. How much do you want?"
"l'll take you, thanks." Draco said smugly.
"Ah...what?" Harry spluttered. "Me...You'll...take...sorry?"
"I said I want you." Draco said, taking a step closer to him.
"You can't have me." Harry said. "You know that."
"Then," Draco said softly "we have a problem."
Harry looked wildly at the blond boy.
"Why?" he asked softly.
"Why?" Draco repeated. "Because I want you. I want you to learn your place. You're whoring yourself after my father! Are you really that desperate for a fuck?"
Then Draco narrowed his eyes. "Or is it the other way round? Do you do to my father what I used to do to you?"
"Stop it!" Harry said loudly. "We haven't even...no! What're you on about?"
"You're lying." Draco whispered. "Unless you want to prove that to me?"
"Draco, stop this!" Harry said fiercely. "I'd rather be alone than to betray Lucius like that."
"Well, looks like the Dark Lord will be hearing some interesting news, then."
"NO!" Harry screamed. "No...not that, please."
Harry clutched desperately at his hair.
"Fine." Harry said after about a minute. "What do you want me to do?"
Draco smirked and motioned him forward.
"Follow me, Potter."