Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me.
Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.
Chapter 21
As they were returning to the Hogwarts Express Harry couldn't stop blushing. Ever since Draco had modeled for Harry, Harry had been fighting the urge to kiss him. He felt he should have received some kind of award for it. He had Aparated them to the platform. They went onto the train at separate times to avoid suspicion. He had seen Ron and Hermione but they were completely ignoring them. He sighed and went to his and Draco's compartment. When Draco arrived they chatted easily about Christmas. Harry messed with the ferret, who seemed to be enjoying it, hoping in circles on Harry's lap. They were 5 minutes from Hogwarts when Harry felt it. The one thing he had never thought he would feel again. He half screamed, grabbing his head. He jerked and fell onto the floor, curled in a ball, gripping his head. He struggled to not cry out again as white hot pain flashed through his mind. He saw something strange. He was standing over one of the students, blood pooling around the body of the Hufflepuff. He raised his hand to the wall and some blood flew up and painted the Dark Lord's symbol on the wall. The next thing Harry knew he was on the floor on the train again.
Things had been going good, no great! Christmas break had been the best one he ever had, and the trip home was just as good. Until Harry hit the floor, clutching his head, screaming in pain. The scar? Again? This meant Ginny was up to something, she needed to be stopped, and soon. Draco slid down to the floor, genuinely worried about his friend, wrapping his arms around Potter, holding him and telling him it would all be over soon. "Harry, we'll finish this. Soon, I promise."
His hand gripped Draco's arm tightly, his knuckles turning white. He was sweating from the pain and had turned pale. He looked sickly. As the pain started to fade Harry slowly looked up at Draco weakly. "Th-They killed someone." He whispered. He lay his head on Draco's chest, struggling to get his breathing under control and not get sick from it. He finally calmed down as the train came to a stop.
Draco took a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Harry's brow, helping him to his feet. "We'll get them Potter. I told you, I promise it." He already knew who it was, and he knew that Harry couldn't kill her, there had to be some way to magically remove him from her. Ginny might be a Weasley, but she was Harry's friend, and kind of pretty. They needed the pretty one's to counter the ugly Weasley's.
He reluctantly pulled himself away from Draco and grabbed his bags. The ferret seemed worried. It climbed to Harry's shoulders and wrapped itself around Harry's neck, like a poofy scarf. "We have to find out who it is. We have to stop them. I have to kill them." He promised as he finally started out.
The carriages stood outside but a few teachers were not letting the students get in them. Harry heard what he feared. There had been an 'accident' at the school. Madam Hooch saw Harry and Draco. She called to them, set them in a carriage and sent it off to the school, telling them that Professor McGonagall wanted to see them.
They were pulled into a separate carriage, Draco whining about it, like normal, so everyone could tell he wasn't happy to be stuck with Potter. Someone had died. Harry's scar never lied. But why the two of them?
McGonagall was standing at the entrance waiting. As soon as they stepped out of the carriage she was there. "A student has been killed." She told them. She had learned it was better to just tell Harry, rather than Harry breaking every rule and risking his life to find out what was hidden. She looked between the two of them. "I need to know now if either of you have any information on who this new person is."
"No Professor." Harry said, and he started to enter the school. "Mr. Potter!" She said, turning to him. But Harry looked back at her, "I said no! We don't know anything!" He snapped and then entered the castle. McGonagall looked at Draco and then saw the line of carriages coming to the school. She sighed and motioned from him to enter the school.
Crabb and Goyle hadn't gone home for the holidays. They stood in a dark corner and watched as an owl dropped the black letter in Draco's hands. Harry had stopped by the stairs and watched the owl. Seeing Draco with the letter he went over. "Now what?" he asked. The letter said that Draco was to meet back at the room in two weeks on Saturday at 11 that night.
Draco looked at the Headmistress, wanted to tell her, but she would never believe him. "If we learn anything, we'll let you know." And with that he himself made his way to the school, only to be met with a troublesome letter from a pain in the butt owl. "I have a meeting in two weeks. Saturday..." He shrugged. "Probably just another ten minute thing." He'd listen to her whine as to why Harry was still alive, let her know he was working on it and leave. Of course he expected Harry to be there, why would Harry not? Harry loved him. He got a warm feeling inside him, remembering exactly what Harry said.
Harry nodded, his face unreadable. "I'll be right outside the door." He said softly.
Harry didn't pay attention to his classes. He was focused on Saturday. He had been surprised to learn that Ginny hadn't joined Ron to go home for Christmas. He figured she had finally had a new boyfriend since he really didn't see much of her. And he wasn't surprised that when he DID see her she was indifferent to him. He figured Ron must have told her of his confession and she was pissed like him. In fact...most of Harry's friends were ignoring him. Word must have spread in his house. He hoped that the other House's didn't know so Draco wasn't going through the same thing. But finally...Saturday night arrived. Harry waited near the library for Draco.
"Will you all just shut up, i know he bloody loves me!" The Slytherin's had heard, and it was the talk of the...well, year apparently, because two weeks later they were still joking about it. They did it because it seemed to be the only thing able to get Draco wound up. Though his new cat had earned him a lot of attention.
Saturday came. The day was spent alone and thinking, praying, wondering what he could say or do to convince Ginny he was working on killing Potter. As curfew hit Draco slipped out, he knew Harry would be there, just because he didn't see him didn't mean he wasn't there. He was wearing a green button up shirt, and some super sexy fake leather pants. He wouldn't dare wear the real leather down here, with them. As he approached the door the two 'guards' opened it and he stepped inside, and as he did he silently wished he had a chance to talk to Harry that day.
Harry stood outside the door, his ear pressed against it as he struggled to hear.
"You disappoint me Draco dear." Ginny said as she slowly dropped her cloak. She wore a short black evening dress. With long gloves that went way past her elbows. Long dark red hair, blood red hair, was pulled over her right shoulder. Giving her the look of someone much older than she was. And yet she was still able to pull it off. Her eyes now were solid red. She looked like a young female Voldemort, there was no denying that. "You cannot work your way out of this one." Ron and Hermione seemed to appear from nowhere, gripping his arms. They pulled his wand away and threw him at the wall. Ginny pointed her wand at him and chains appeared, holding his arms above his head. "They saw you. And more importantly, since I was watching through them, I saw you. I heard Harry's little confession. Cute, wasn't it?" She walked up to him ran a hand slowly across his chest, then she ripped his shirt open. "Very nice." She said, placing a kiss on the center of his chest, leaving a red lipstick kiss mark. "I told you I would make you wish for death. Sectum sempura!" The cuts appeared on Draco. Then she healed them and used crucio. Then back to the other. Healing him and injuring him repeatedly. "Tell me, Draco dear. Do you love him as well? Crucio! Tell me. Crucio! ...TELL ME! Crucio!"
The instant he stepped into the room and the doors closed he knew something had gone wrong. The mood changed. "You know, normally I would think this was pretty kinky...minus the audience." He cut himself off there, preferring to stay out of as much trouble as possible. "The school year isn't up. I'm still going to kill him!" Draco had flinched when the scratches appeared. And then things got a lot worse. A fate worse than death. Screaming, gasping, sweating. "I - I don't...I love you." He had enough self-control to not tell the truth. He did love Potter, he'd been hiding it for too long. He needed to live, to survive the pain. He told Harry the meeting was probably ten or fifteen minutes. Half an hour and help would come, half an hour max.
Crabb came over and punched him in the stomach. Then Goyle. One by one each person in the group gave him a punch in the stomach. Ginny wouldn't let him slip into oblivion. "I can tell when people are lying. Another gift from my Father. Crucio!" She went up to him and pulled his bloody lips down to hers. She kissed him gently and then bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. She stepped back. "Tell me the truth. I know you aren't going to kill him. You didn't make a move against him during the Holiday when he had his guard down. Tell me the truth. Sectum sempura!"
"I might not be much of a person...but I won't give in to the likes of you." He knew he was dead, he just needed to buy time. "You're not Voldemort's daughter, you're a Weasley who went through a tough breakup with Potter, and you're jealous because he likes me more." He knew that spell, that and the punches and crucio were slowly killing him. Externally there might be no injuries, but internally was a different story.
Harry heard the screaming and found he couldn't enter. He wanted to. Needed to. But he needed backup. And backup came. He pulled his cloak off as McGonagall came down the hallway. "Professor! We found the Dark Lord!" That seemed to be all she needed and together they burst into the room. McGonagall was instantly in a battle with the Death Eaters. She was able to hold them off easily. They were only students, and with Ginny controlling them all it made them slower. Harry, however seemed to be frozen. He couldn't believe it was Ginny. He couldn't believe that Ron, Hermione, Luna, and even Neville were fighting McGonagall. But what set him into white hot rage was Draco. Chained and bleeding.
And then the door burst open, and Potter and the Headmistress were there. For now the attention was off him, and he let his head fall, ignoring the fact his hair fell into his face, covering his eyes. He knew Harry was there, he would live, unless Ginny blamed him for this and killed him.
Ginny laughed cruelly. "Hello Harry Potter. Are you ready to die?" She smiled innocently and slowly raised her wand, pointing it at Draco. "Avada Ka-" "Expelliarmus!" Ginny's wand flew from her hand and Harry caught it. Ginny was instantly as Draco's side. One of her long nails digging into Draco's neck, a trickle of blood appearing. "Don't make me do this Ginny!" Harry shouted, taking a step towards her. He looked desperate. He didn't want to hurt her, but his desperate need to save Draco was screaming at him. As Ginny moved Harry cast the same spell that Draco had used on him during their fake battle. Ginny was blasted backwards, through the stone wall. It all collapsed. All the students who had been controlled by Ginny collapsed as well, the ones who weren't under the spell collapsed too, faking it but McGonagall was too busy running to check on Ginny to check them. Harry was instantly at Draco's side, freeing him from the chains and slowly sliding down the wall with him, clinging to him tightly. "Draco! Draco, please. Please just stay with me! You have to stay awake! Please!" He begged him. He quickly kissed Draco on the lips. "Please."
Draco barely felt the nail piece his skin, it was just more pain. Yet he did recognize the soft touch as he was removed from the chains and brought to the ground. "They'll...they'll all be alright." Draco stated, he could feel it, no one died in this battle. Except maybe him. No, Potter wouldn't let him die. "Did I ever tell you..." He grimaced and coughed up blood. If he was going to die, he needed to let Potter know. "I love you..." His voice was barely a whisper, and he slumped against Harry, trying to save some energy, forcing himself to stay awake.
NOTE: Yes…we know…our battle sucks. Truthfully neither of us like drawing battle scenes. We CAN do it…we just hate it with a passion and it shows in our first yaoi rp.