Chapter Eleven:

Just Abuse Me

A/N: Read, Review, Enjoy! Bold writing is Harry's thinking...And sorry for the short chapter - next one will most likely be just as short but the ones afterwards will be back to regular length!!

Just Abuse Me - Air Traffic

I never knew you/But now I'm haunted by your past,

How long will this last?

I thought you loved me/You say you love me,

Life's just a shadow that you cast.

And all my dreams come round in threes always,

I'm independent but I'm tied to you

You lied to me, I'd die for you

But I can't read your mind.

I'm lost without you/And empty feeling deep inside,

I want to run and hide.

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What the bloody hell is wrong with me?

Honestly...I couldn't have seen this coming. I used to hate Malfoy. He was mean, obnoxious, arrogant, annoying..That's all changed now. How can I ever look at him the same? This bet is going to be the death of me, I know it!!

I remember when I met him at Madame Malkin's I thought he was the biggest prat ever, insulting Hagrid and acting all stuck up. Urgh, I wanted to teach him a different kind of lesson! And he was even worse at school, a bleeding bastard for the past five years! Is that all really due to his Father and the 'lessons' he under went? I mean, it makes sense, I guess he had to keep a facade, just like I have to keep one, too.

Gods, who knows what'd happen if I told 'Mione and Ron the truth about the Dursley's. I know it wouldn't be good. They'd see me for what I really am. A dirty, filthy, coward. I couldn't stand to lose them, they're the only true friends I've ever known.

But then there's still Draco. He knows everything. He's felt everything terrible I've felt through my nightmares. It's not ilke he's merely looking in from an outside window and observing, he saw and felt it all. When Cedric died, when Sirius fell, when Vernon and Dudley started to...to...give me what I deserve.

And he hasn't told anybody anything. He's kept his promises, and he even seems concerned about certain things. Concerned about me - if I may be bold enough to say so. Yet, I can't believe it. I just can't wrap my damn head around the fact that in some parallel universe, Draco Malfoy actually cares about my well-being.

I'm kind of relieved that somebody else knows now, and given his past experiences it seems as though he can even relate on some level to everything I've gone to. He's lost people he loves; his Mother. He has been in the presence on of the Dark Lord and, surprisingly enough, hasn't enjoyed it. He knows what it's like for it to be absolutely necessary to wear a constant mask around everybody else. And around me, it seems as though he's learning to let it fall.

Oddly enough, I don't mind. I even like this new side of Draco I'm getting to know.

And what he's been through...cripes, how did he ever keep up face so much? I have no idea how he survived those...beatings from his very own Father! Lucius is an evil bastard and I swear that man will pay. A little innocent child! How could anybody do that to their own blood? Obviously the Malfoy's have a long line of a disturbed sense of family honour. I feel so bad for him...but at the sametime, I don't really pity him. I can't. Because I've been there now. I've felt the sting of rejection, the pain of the absence of love.

Now I understand where he's coming from; all the arrogance, the mood swings, the anger and built up frustration he was taught to take out on us. On me, especially. How long had his Father been using my name in vain? He had practically been brain-washed into a pool of hatred revolving around me, Dumbledore, Voldemort and the other followers. If I were him...I would've turned out the same way.

Where does this leave me? Driving myself absolutely bloody mental thinking about him?! Gods...it's just the look in his eyes sometimes, my eyes - whatever the hell! Across the classrooms, during meals, in the halls, during our meeting...he seemed so desperate to connect with another human being. With me, of all people. He seemed so lost, so frustrated and depressed all at once. I can't even fell all that at the sametime.

All I felt was emptiness ever since...Sirius...but for some reason Draco can always get a rise out of me. Sometimes he pisses me off, but lately for some reason our interactions have made me joyous. I don't get it, but I'm not going to deny myself the only happiness I have felt in half a year.

I never knew how lost I really was until my facade became too impossible to take off, but around Draco it's damned near impossible to put on. I want to breakdown in front of him, seeing as he hasn't runaway yet. He's seen all my bruises, scars, cuts, inside and out. He recognizes them and still cares for who I am. Hermione and Ron can tell something is wrong, but they have no idea. I love my friends but, with Draco it's always been different.

I want him to smile more often in front of me. He's done a few times, but never with his own face. At least, it was never genuine.

Then there's that kiss...urgh, I was so lost in that kiss. I didn't want him to stop, but I knew I was really just kissing myself and so I had to stop. But then I had even TOLD him that I had liked it, that I wanted him to do it again. And it seems as though that's what he wants too! For the love of everything that is holy...I want to kiss Draco Malfoy. I have never wanted something this bad in my entire life. I feel as though his lips on mine would make all the pain slip away...

Ron is honestly going to murder me, hang me by my ankles and filet me alive. I'm done for.

But...without Draco's...without Draco, himself, I feel as though I'll be done for too. Might as well attempt to go in a happy way.

I'm not going to let this opportunity for happiness pass. Who gives a fuck that he's protecting his twisted Father's whereabouts? For the love of Merlin, who cares if he was an arsehole for the past five years? I act too, I do it all the freakin' time for these people! All that matters is that now I'm finally getting to know who Draco actually is and I LIKE IT. That's right, I LIKE IT!! I want to scream it to everybody in the world that I LIKE DRACO MALFOY.

I feel as though he actually understand and appreciates who I really am...Underneath It All.

"Might as well get started on Astronomy," Harry sighed aloud to himself. He had come up to the Astronomy Tower with a reason and a purpose, but had got lost in his own thoughts along the way.

He took out the appropriate Star Sheets from his schoolbag and got out his quill and ink. Harry found a comfortable spot on the ledge of one of the open windows, there was a light breeze and sitting on the edge didn't intimidate him. He looked upwards, always enjoying the sight of stars this partciular piece of homework wasn't something that irked him. He was slightly upsetted by the fact he had never signed up for Astronomy Class, now that he had been taken Draco's for him he found it extremely intriguing.

'So Orion's at a 30 degree parallel to...' his thoughts were interupted by the sound of incessant giggling. Harry shook it off, knowing it was just students in a different part of the Tower fooling around late at night. It was Tuesday and way past curfew, many students wouldn't risk being caught out that late unless they had a rather good excuse.

As he continued to sketch the stars he could see on his chart, the giggling became louder and more...suggestive. There was mumbling too, and wet sounds of kisses. Harry's eyes widened as he recognized the voices as they came closer.

He turned around just in time to see Ron and Hermione stumbling up the stairs loopily, Ron's arm draped around Hermione's waist as he trailed kisses up her neck - she giggled in response. He pushed her lightly against the stone wall as they finally reached the landing, having not noticed 'Dracos' presence in the room as of yet. Harry swallowed heavily, he didn't like the idea of being in the same room as the two love birds but in Draco Malfoy's body. It just spelt disaster.

Harry collected his things quietly, they continued their set of Hogwarts inappropriate behaviour as he threw his bag on his shoulder and straightened up, taking a long deep breath. Harry coughed, grabbing their quick attention.

Ron jumped far away from his girlfriend, both rather red-faced as whom they thought to be Draco Malfoy approached in a light sway of his hips, a smirk on his pointed features. Ron scowled immediately, forgetting his embarassment but Hermione seemed to still be rather ashen faced.

"My, my. What have we here? Weasel and his...thing. Hah, I guess it was bound to happen sooner or later," Harry drawled, his arms crossed as he stared down at the two of them.

"Bugger off, would you, you slimey git?" Ron snapped, his fists were balled at his sides.

"Mind your temper, Weasel, and remember whom it is you are speaking with,"

"A dirty rotten Death Eater," he growled in response.

Harry found anger rushing through him with this sentence, Draco was not a Death Eater! No mark, no intention to be one! Just because of his evil Father doesn't mean that Draco was going to be one too! Harry approached the couple venomously, paying no heed to Hermione as he focused his angered gaze on Ron.

He had his wand drawn, pointed directly at Ron's chest now as the redhead was too surprised to react. "Do not speak of what you do not know," Harry's voice was dark and low, it seemed as though it even did frighten Ron. "I think you and the Mudblood should find a different hole to breed in," he snapped before giving an attentive gaze towards Hermione and then striding out of the Astronomy Tower.

Harry walked with vastness through Hogwarts, down the moving staircases and finally to come to a stop in his dormitory. The other boys were fast asleep, he quietly made his way over to Draco's trunk and lowered himself to it, opening it up with the silver key around his neck. Harry had done this a hundred times it felt by now, it had become routine. But he had a different intent of purpose now.

He had only a few more days in Draco Malfoy's body and he decided he would use it to his advantage - he would figure out as much as he could about the blonde Slytherin. Harry slowly took out all the piles of neatly folded clothes, he found a couple of interesting books near the bottom of the trunk.

'The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley? Isn't that a Muggle book?' Harry thought curiously, he flipped through it to have it completely confirmed that it was indeed a Muggle essay. This shocked Harry, since when did Malfoy enjoy Muggle literature? There were quite a number of books that were unheard of to regular Pureblood children, Harry quickly read their descriptions and found himself becoming more impressed with Draco by the moment.

There were things packed neatly between tissue paper like a Rememberoll, a small piece of Faux glass, and a few other nonharmful Dark Detectors and other magical objects Harry's dorm mates also had. Then he came across a small jewelry box, it was black with a gold rim. Harry curiously popped it open and looked down at the ring fastened inside.

It was gleaming silver and quite large, it had a serpent on either side of an emerald stone with their venomous teeth sinking into it - holding it in place. Harry observed the ring curiously for a moment before taking out his wand and casting a quick Revealo to see if there was any dark magic on the item. There wasn't any dark or light magic on the ring, however, there was some type of magic Harry's spell couldn't detect.

On the tails of the snakes were giant 'M's. Harry realized this must be the family signet ring, but why did Draco have it? Shouldn't Lucius be the one to wear it, considering the fact that he is the head of the Malfoy estate? Confusedly, Harry picked up the ring to get a better look at it in the moonlit dormitory.

Upon touching the silver, the two snakes burst to life. Gold sparks erupted from their fangs and they slithered against the confines of the ring, their silver eyes seemed to bat open and peer upon Harry.

'You are not our Lord,'

'No...but he has the ability to speak the ancient language...how is that so if he is not our Lord?'

'How-how do you know I can speak Parseltongue?' Harry hissed in surprise, he hoped to the Gods this didn't wake any of the other Slytherin's up or there would be extreme questions to answer. 'And how do you know I'm not your Lord?'

'You look like him. Yes...you look identical, but we snakes do not see what is in front of us...we see inside,'

'Yes, we see inssssside. You have very curiouss thoughts in your head. Why do you speak our language if you are not of the family that carries us?'

'Lord Voldemort...Tom Riddle...he gave me his...ability to speak your language,'

'Ah..Voldemort. You speak his name without fear,'

'He isss dead,' Harry stated dryly, still in slight disbelief he was talking Parseltongue to a ring.

'Good riddance. Our family is free of his clutch then? Pleasssse, let me thank whoever murdered him,'

'I did. And yessss, your family is free,'

'Who are you to have killed the Darkest of Lordssss?'

'Harry Potter,'

'Harry Potter?!?! And our Lord letssss you touch ussss? And letsss you use his body to do so?? For somebody not of Malfoy skin cannot touch this ring, for they will be burned...somebody unable to speak Parseltonge cannot bring us to life. You are now the only Parsssseltongue left if what you say of the Dark Lord isss true. Have you destroyed our Head..?'

'No, I would never!!!! I don't know where your Lord issss...but I know that Draco is fine...'

'But Draco isss our Lord...'

'The only Malfoy left...'

'We sssshall serve and protect him,'

Harry's eyes widened. What did that mean? The only Malfoy left? Surely...it can't mean that! 'It must just be a mistake. They just think Lucius is dead because he's disappeared, that's it,' Harry bid farewell to the uneasy snakes before placing the ring back into the box and snapping it closed. The snakes were silenced and stilled.

Harry carefully placed everything back in Draco's trunk and locked it shut, he sighed and went over to his dresser to take a vial of Dreamless Sleep Drought before getting comfortable underneath those silken emerald covers.

Even with the Potion it was awhile before Harry got some sleep...as his thoughts about Draco and the Malfoy family running viciously through his head.

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I'll let you use me

And just abuse me

But girl I want you to be mine.