Title: You're the best definition of good versus evil
Sequel to: I just want your Kiss
Author: Desperate For Attention
For: Whoever wants to read my crap
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy
Title song: The dynamo of Volition – Jason Mraz
Disclaimer: Characters are sole property of J.K. Rowling; I am merely borrowing them for my own personal amusement, they shall be returned afterwards.
Summary: It had defiantly been the diadem; he remembered kicking the blasted thing across the room because it had been in the way. He couldn't believe that he had not remembered it sooner, the statue that Luna had presented them before should have jogged his memory but instead it had been thinking of his dark past that had brought light into the sudden situation.
You're the best definition of good versus evil
They rushed across the corridors, Harry panting heavily in an attempt to keep up with his fiercely determined lover.
It appeared as though the battle had already begun below on the second floor, he could hear the hard breaths and desperately frightened voices of his friends and peers. Flashes of green, red and blue flew over his shoulder but never once did he nor the others run into anyone requiring assistance.
It had started too quickly for Harry's liking and he hoped that Professor McGonagall had been given enough time to evacuate the school of the innocent and cowardly.
There were death eaters already stationed in the castle so Harry wasn't sure if Voldemort had made his grand entrance just yet or the few dark followers stationed within the walls were fighting to gain back the power they had lost.
"Are you sure about this?" Harry called ahead looking over his shoulder at Hermione who just stared back at him with trustful eyes. Draco chose to ignore the suspicious tone of his lover's voice.
It had defiantly been the diadem; he remembered kicking the blasted thing across the room because it had been in the way. He couldn't believe that he had not remembered it sooner, the statue that Luna had presented them before should have jogged his memory but instead it had been thinking of his dark past that had brought light into the sudden situation.
A sudden nerve flushed through his body and for a second he wanted to turn back and forget the whole thing, lie and tell Harry that he had been mistaken. But Harry would have failed, the dark lord would have won and Harry would have been killed by Draco's hands.
But the thought of entering that room again, that dark, claustrophobic, cold room. Taking Harry into the place in which he had betrayed everything his lover held close to his heart.
He stopped suddenly opposite the wall and stared at it with the same disgusted eyes he had stared at it with in his previous year, the same loathing fear boiling within himself. The same over whelming need to shield the sordid truth, Harry's innocence.
"The room or requirement?" Harry breathed furrowing his brow together when his eyes met with the hesitating sterling silver pupils of his lover.
"Room of hidden things." Draco whispered so softly that Harry had to lean over to hear him correctly.
Widening his eyes Harry felt a small laugh fall from his lips.
Draco turned to him with questioning eyes, "you know about it?"
"Yeah, I hide something here last year, a book. Right after I had cursed you in fact." Harry mumbled the last part of his statement transforming his ironic smile into a heavy regretful frown. "That doesn't explain how you know about it." Harry whispered softly.
"Spent most of last year in there, when I wasn't with you or in certain classes. It was how I was able to get his followers into the castle—"
"Vanishing cabinets," Harry smiled remembering the tall cupboard stood proudly in the middle of the room. Remembering the light beautiful patterns that crawled across the doors and the faintly aged wood that still managed to give off a soft proud shine.
Draco grimaced. "Yes, that monstrous thing."
Harry looked at the scowl on his blondes face but chose to keep his mouth shut and just wait patiently for the snake to gather what little courage he'd gained over the last few months. Draco swallowed and Harry looked behind him at the building voices.
"Draco, we need to get in there, we don't have time to just stand here and wait." Harry mumbled snapping louder than he had anticipated. He saw Hermione and Ron reach for their wands out of the corner of his eye when they too turned to the sound of raised voices.
"I can't," Draco cringed. Stop being such a girl he cursed himself furrowing his brow in frustration.
Harry growled in the back of his throat but quickly pushed it down and took a deep breath to calm his rising aggravation, "Draco listen to me," Harry stated firmly laying his hands against the blond shoulders to force hesitant silver pupils against his what he hoped to be comforting grass coloured orbs.
Draco shivered softly at Harry's rough forceful voice.
"Listen to me; we have to get into that room. You know how it works, your familiar with the layout and you are the only one out of the four of us that knows exactly where it is." Harry breathed. "I know that there are aspects of that room that hold a lot of bad memories for you, I understand how hard it is to enter places where you only remember the bad times." Harry continued a soft smile pressing against his mouth when Draco nodded. "But you have to think of the good things that have happened in there, remember our room?"
Draco swallowed the lump in his throat; the thought brought a light smile to his mouth. Of course he remembered, he also remembered when Harry had left every morning and again the room would cloud over with hidden objects and that vanishing cabinet.
"Think of everyone else that is suffering because of this, think of your mum, think of me – of us when this is all over." Harry continued moving his hands to grip Draco's face comfortingly.
Draco nodded his nerves reduced to a trembling mess of sudden need and confidence.
"So are you going to open that door or what?" Harry smirked.
Draco growled at him turning his nose up to sneer softly at his pushy lover, walking back and forth three times Harry could tell that Draco was lost to his own concentration, desperately determined not to let his fear take over and ruin the calm haughty reputation he owned on Hogwarts grounds.
The door appeared before then and Harry realised the breath that he didn't realise he had been holding until Draco stepped forward and yanked violently at the door to open it. "Well, are you just going to stare at it or go in?"
Harry noted that Draco's voice had a bitter bite to the end of his words, the blond had sunken back into a protective shell, Harry guessed that Malfoy was shielding himself from whatever thoughts had crossed his mind. Harry nodded stepping up to run the palm of his hand against Draco arm. "Everything will okay, come on."
They stepped into the room and the familiarity of the room hit Harry and Draco as though they had never been away, winding walls piled high with various trinkets and forgotten treasure's. The floor cluttered to a point in which carpet was no longer visible to the naked eye.
Pavement silver eyes darted across the room to where the cabinet still stood, its doors ajar from the last time it had been used, Draco swallowed stepping further into the space when the door swung shut. It felt as though he had been brought straight back to his previous year, something he had been thinking of since Harry's departure.
Harry reached his hand to grasp the snakes wrist and pull him back. Draco grunted shaking his head and looking to his lover with thankful light eyes. "Where is it then?" Harry asked softly.
"Uh, over there. I think." Draco hesitated chewing his lower lip in thought. "I remember throwing it across the room; it fell onto some sort of book."
Harry's brow shot his forehead and he laughed softly in the back of his throat. "A potions book?"
"Yeah!" Draco exclaimed watching Harry expectantly. "How'd—"
"Maybe later yeah? When this is all done." Harry smiled so brightly that Draco couldn't fight back the small smile from his own face. "The book, I hid it somewhere I wouldn't be able to find it if I ever came back for it."
"Well wasn't that clever of you, Potter." Draco grunted a surge of disappointment rushing through him. "The last I remember was the Diadem landing over there." Draco pointed to the piled high mountain and felt them all sag with disappointment.
"We'll be here all bloody day!" Ron groaned frustratedly kicking a lose shield of armour.
"Not necessarily," Harry moaned lifting his hand in a desperate attempt to save them more time. "Accio Diadem."
Harry lowered his hand with a disappointing hesitation.
"Then we'll get it by hand." Draco grunted.
"Malfoy have you seen this place? We'd be here all day for a week maybe." Ron groaned waving his hands to emphasize his point to the eager blond. "Someone could have knocked it to the floor, or taken it."
"Stop moaning and get on with it Weasley. Isn't digging through other people's trash a part of your natural skill set?" Draco scoffed, ignoring the bitter remark Ron threw back.
"This place is huge." Ron grumbled disappearing behind a new wall of stuff, dust brushing off onto his robes. If the Diadem had been down here for so many years, he wondered just how long some of the other treasures had been left.
Harry smiled following after Draco when he bravely kicked the doors of the cabinet with his foot and strutted past the object with enough arrogance to put Snape to shame.
"It landed somewhere over here," Draco hummed softly lost in his own thoughts as soft silver eyes swept over maintained objects. "Where did you put that blasted book?"
"If I knew that, we wouldn't be looking—"
"There," Draco laughed pointing over Harry's shoulder with a relived smile and a soft relaxed sigh.
Harry grinned proudly catching the snakes face between his hands and roughly crashing his mouth against the blond in a heavy kiss that filled Draco with a sudden surge of later promises.
"You're amazing," Harry breathed laughing excitedly into his lovers parted mouth.
"I know." Draco scoffed with a soft smile.
Harry laughed shaking his head crawling against the mound of trash he reached across the wrap his fingers through the diadems golden frame, excitement pumped along his veins and Harry could hardly believe his sudden surge of luck. Wizards had been hunting for it for centuries and yet in a few hours, Harry was now laying the tips of his fingers against something that could possibly change the very fabric of their future.
"Harry, you found it?" Ron shouted jumping up to spot his raven haired friend.
"Yeah, we g—"
"Hold it, Potter!"
Harry felt Draco tense at the side of him a sudden rush of familiarity crossed Harry's mind. Emerald eyes straining to gaze over his lovers mop of blond hair to see Crabbe and Goyle stood shoulder to shoulder at each other's side, wands pointed at Harry in a threatening manner that almost set fear into Harry's heart but he just smirked.
"Draco?" Goyle grunted breaking away from his burly Slytherin brother to nudge the frozen blondes shoulder. "It all right now, we got 'im." He smirked gesturing to Harry and Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head to prevent himself from laughing.
"We gunna get rewarded twice now." Crabbe boomed his voice still rough but there was a light underlay of what Harry guessed was morbid excitement. "Got Potter to give in to the dark lord, an' Mrs. Malfoy put a price up for her son's return."
Silver eyes seemed to dawn with realisation when Harry looked down at him reassuringly.
"Come on, Draco." Goyle called his tone almost soft.
Draco swallowed thickly and pushed the burly teenager backwards, his hand reaching down to his pocket to withdraw his wand and point at his former bodyguards.
"Come on, Harry grab that thing so we can go." Draco breathed, his hand shook nervously as Crabbe and Goyle stared back at him with dark loathing eyes. Goyle's wand flew from Harry to point at Draco a menacing sneer on his chubby cheeks.
"Oi, Malfoy! What the bloody hell is going on now?" Ron shouted from across the room.
Crabbe pointed his wand against a building pile of trash and muttered a quick spell to force it to cave in and hopefully burry the ginger haired Weasley with it.
"What the hell?" Ron cursed furiously, Harry heard him kick something followed by Hermione's scolding voice. "What's going on? Who are you both talking too?"
Crabbe growled in the back of his throat with irritation but quickly pointed his wand back at Harry, the raven haired wizard looked down to his lover who's hand had stopped shaking nervously and a fierce look of determination set in his stone grey eyes.
Harry opened his mouth to answer but was quickly put back into his place by Crabbe who raised his wand and called out, "No- Potter! Crucio"
Harry felt himself collapse with pain, his veins as though they had been lighted by fire, pain rippled through his muscles in unstoppable waves of shooting white pain. Gritting his teeth Harry cursed violently and fell backwards to the floor, his body withering in pain while Crabbe and Goyle laughed to themselves with triumphant smirks.
"No—not Harry please not Harry!" Draco cried desperately, Harry hissed softly the familiar tone of his mothers dying words falling from the tongue of his lover. Draco didn't hesitate raising his wand he pointed it at Crabbe and whispered a soft, "stupefy!"
Crabbe was thrown back and Harry grunted as the pain slowly subsided. Draco rushed to his side and panted heavily against Harry's forehead when the golden boy propped himself up with great effort.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Harry grunted. "What took you so bloody long?"
"Well what the bloody hell is the matter with your wand?" Draco snapped whirling around again when he heard Crabbe kick something furiously with his foot and stomp his way over to Goyle who was watching Draco with wide disbelieving eyes.
Hermione rushed around the corner her wand pointed desperately at Crabbe and Goyle. A jet of red light soared over Draco's shoulder missing Goyle who quickly regained his senses and leaped out of the way with a raged breath.
"Mudblood!" Crabbe screamed. "Avada Kedavra!" He growled directing the curse at Hermione who fell behind a mountain of un organized silver shields for safety.
Harry spotted Goyle raise his wand again and point it threateningly at Draco, "expelliarmus!" Harry shouted quickly withdrawing his wand; Goyle's flew out of his hand and rolled across the room to mix amongst the building mess.
"What's wrong with your wand, Malfoy?" Harry snickered into the growling blonde's ear.
"It just makes us even," Draco sneered.
"Where the bloody hell are you lot? I better not be missing anything or I swear—" Ron was cut off when Draco pushed him down to the floor, a killing curse soaring over his shoulder.
"Listen, I need to find that diadem, I need you to help Ron and Hermione keep those two out of the way while I search." Harry whispered softly to Draco who nodded reluctantly. Harry broke away from his company watching Ron and Hermione dart out from their hiding place to join in with the roaring curses and jinxes.
A roaring behind Harry gave him a moments warning, emerald eyes catching sight of Ron and Crabbe running down the cleared isle, large orange and crimson flames dancing behind them in large serpent like shapes. Harry felt the breath catch in his throat and finally the fear set into his system. "Aguamenti!" Harry shouted desperately, Hermione copying him.
The serpent's heat causing the water to evaporate before it had even leaked from the tip of his wand.
"Run!" Ron shouted loudly, Harry couldn't believe the snickering behind him that left Crabbe's lips. He had completely lost himself, there was nothing of the confused chubby Slytherin Harry had known in school. Instead he had been replaced with a shell that knew only how to hurt and kill.
"Here!" Harry shouted thrusting a broom into Ron hand. "Malfoy!" Harry shouted grasping Draco's wrist and tugging the blond backwards.
"No!" Draco shouted pushing Harry back. "Just wait!"
"Wait?" Harry snapped. "Draco does it look like we have time to wait!"
"But the Diadem," Draco hissed desperately. "It's important remember, we can't leave without it."
"If we don't leave now, there will be no point in having the bloody thing!" Harry snapped desperately.
Draco chose to ignore Harry's irritated tone and scanned the room quickly, watching Goyle duck out of the way in an attempt to shield himself from the on-coming flames while Crabbe's snickers had suddenly stopped and his body had disappeared amongst the flames.
"There!" Draco shouted rushing forward to snatch the diadem from the floor, the flames licking at his fingers as he withdrew them. Harry growled at him, ignoring the sudden rush of relief when he felt Draco wrap his arms to Harry's waist tightly and burry his head into the crook of Harry's shoulder. "What about Goyle! He didn't do anything we can't just—"
"Not the time to become sensitive Draco." Harry grumbled but despite himself looked across to Ron as they took off.
"You have to be kidding?" Ron grumbled looking over at Harry who kept his eyes stern. "I swear to god, if we die getting him, I'm going to come and kill you Harry."
Harry fought hard not laugh when Ron and Hermione swooped down amongst the flames, holding his breath Harry waiting despite Draco protest until the ginger had resurfaced a little burnt and miserable but otherwise completely un harmed.
Ron, Hermione and Goyle sped off in front and Harry wasted no time in following them. Draco gripping his waist tightly and screaming down him ear. Passing the smoke Harry felt fresh air rush into his lungs as he and Draco fell from the broom against the floor with a hard thump.
"Crabbe!" Goyle shouted quickly clambering to his feet and beating the sealed wall desperately.
"He's dead." Ron spat harshly, assisting Hermione to her feet and checking her over quickly. "You should be thankful we didn't leave you in there to rot with him!" He snapped.
Goyle stared at him for a few minute before nodding his head slowly and disappearing down the corridor without another word.
"You!" Draco snapped climbing to his feet quickly and shoving at Harry's shoulders roughly.
"Oi!" Harry snapped.
"You—you just—how coul— he almost killed you—" Draco breathed heavily and Harry softened dragging the blond into a soft embrace. Nuzzling the tip of his nose into the smoky locks of Draco's hair. "You're reckless Potter!"
"Yes well, it's not the first time someone has told me that."
"The snake!" Hermione shouted drawing Harry's attention to her while Ron sighed.
"When this is over, I'm going away, away from magic and death eaters." Ron sighed softly, kicking a lose stone at his feet.
"I might join you," Harry laughed.
"No way, stuff like this follows you around. For two weeks at least try and stay out of trouble." Ron laughed patting Harry comfortingly on the back. "So the snake? Where is that going to be?"
"With Voldemort," Hermione breathed. "Harry you have to look where he is, the snake will be there and we need to get to that snake."
"We still need to destroy this thing." Draco cut in, un-tangling himself from Harry protective hold to hold out the lightly burnt diadem.
Ron shifted his weight awkwardly for a few minutes, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. "Malfoy listen, I uh—well you kno—in there you—I guess I just wanted to say tha—"
"Don't hurt yourself Weasley; you would have done the same for me if our roles had been in reverse." Draco smiled softly and Ron nodded him head. Because that was as civilized as things were ever going to be between the pair of them.
"Yeah, well thanks anyway." Ron muttered shrugging his shoulders like Draco to show that it meant nothing.
"Harry! Where is he?" Hermione asked softly to bring his attention back to her, Harry cringed away the soaring pain of his head ache and took a deep breath. Soft grass eyes laying across Draco as the blond kept piercing eyes against the for now empty corridor.
Although it was no longer being used as part of the battle field, Harry could tell that even this part of the castle had not escaped some of the on slaughter that had accoutred merely minutes before.
"He's with Snape, in the grounds." Harry whispered and as if on cue Draco whirled around on his heels. "They were talking about the elder wand, Voldemort said he was sorry that things had boiled down so low and that he hoped Snape was grateful to his kindness."
Hermione's hands shot over her open mouth and a soft look of sadness crossed over her pupils. "He's going to kill him, the only way another person had obtain the wand is by killing it's owner and claiming possession to what would be theirs."
"Let him, gives us one less problem to worry about, don't it mate?" Ron mumbled a hint of regret in his own voice.
Although none of them were anywhere near close to the potions professor he had still been around there in entire school life and as hard as it was for Harry to admit it. He couldn't see anyone else being as horrid as Snape. At least Snape had showered him with normal loathing, he didn't favour him over the others because he was the chosen one, he merely scowled all of the time and brushed Harry's suggestions off his shoulder as though they were nothing more than a speck of dust on his robes.
Harry hated him; there was by no means any kind of hidden friendship between them.
Snape had hated him from day one and Harry had been more than happy to return that hate.
"But where is he?" Hermione asked.
Harry thought hard about the vision he'd had, the familiar surroundings that had clogged his absent mind. "He's in the shrieking shack! Voldemort is there with the snake." Harry panted.
Hermione looked cautiously over her shoulder as once again students and death eaters filled the corridor with rushed bodies and flying spells. Harry quickly grabbed Hermione's wrist and pulled her back against the wall beside Ron.
Fred and George Weasley had spilled into the corridor their wands firing spells at the more advanced death eater that had pushed them into a corner. Percy Weasley had soon joined in with their shouting and taunting remarks his wand like his brothers shooting everything that he thought might help the situation.
Harry, Ron, Hermione and Draco had wanted to help drawing their wands, but the corridor had become too crowded, not only had wizards spilled out into the corridors but spiders and giants, powerful witches and desperate students, death eaters had fallen into step with them striking everything and anyone that had gotten in their way.
"We need to get to the shrieking shack," Harry mumbled. Tugging at Ron's arm when the ginger haired Gryffindor froze in his spot against the wall. A death eater had crumbled to the floor unconscious and along with him was Fred Weasley laying in his two brothers arm, dull and lifeless.
But never the less free.
"F-Fred..." Ron whispered softly.
"No Ron, we have to go—please!" Hermione breathed wrapping her arms to his waist tightly and burying his head into her shoulder. Even Draco lowered his gaze with a meaningful glance of heavy regret.
"No!" Ron shouted trying to push Hermione away from her restraining embrace. "I want to fight, I want to help, I want to kill death eater!" Ron was sobbing now and Hermione bit her lip desperately to keep hold of him.
They staggered out of sight Hermione pulling Ron behind a piece of tapestry. The thundering of fallen wizards still circling the space they were occupying. "Ron there is nothing you can do," Hermione to was sobbing desperately to her boyfriend. "Listen to me, we have to get that snake and end all of this, save everyone else. Please, Ron."
Ron looked at her with swimming blue eyes and pulled her against him for reassuring comfort.
"I'm sorry, Ron. Really sorry." Hermione whisper brushing her fingers gently through his hair.
Ron pulled away to run the palm of his hands over the damp tear stains under his eyes, Harry moved forward slapping his hand against Ron's back and offering up a sympathetic smile. The Weasley family were like his own adoptive family every single one of them and Fred's lifeless body had once again stirred a desired hatred for anyone working under Voldemorts orders.
Draco looked awkwardly between the three of them, he didn't want to seem heartless but he didn't want to steal away a private moment between the Gryffindor Trio. Luckily he didn't have chance because Ron had straightened up with a new un-forgiving fire in his eyes and was ordering them around. Draco looked to Harry who nodded his head for the blond to follow.
I heard the lyrics to this song and I just thought that it fitted Draco rather well.
Oh look, it's thursday :D Normal routine has been resumed people and I hope to keep it that way. For the time being.
As you see are coming to the end, which I already have written out and I hope you will all like.
I have my 'live' and 'die' list so I know everyone who will be killed and everyone who won't.
There will be snape in the next chapter, you'll have to wait and see if he dies of not :p
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