WARNINGS&DISCLAIMER - suicidal themes, swearing, slash. You know the drill. And nothing's mine and I don't profit. There. I said it.

A/N - I'd just like to say I want more reviews. Ahem. Meaning more readers. Well there. Get the point? Spread the word!! Doesn't matter what's the opinion, I'd just like that review number to rise!! Thankies. ;) *snorts* Ok, I realise I'm probably pathetic with all this fishin' and all, but I deal with things the best I can. *grins* If it helps, I'm fine!

And I thank my beautiful Aloh Dark and November02 for reviewing last chap! I luv ya. So here's chap 4. Hope you like it. Short, yes, I know!! But relax, another biiig chapter is already written and following this one in a day or so. Btw, I'm not sure if you spell it Deatheater or Death Eater, so I picked the one I liked more ;)

4. Reality is neglected

That night he slept over in Dumbledore's office. Actually, his living room. It was a night full of screams, nightmares, sweat and pain. It felt like fever, just he didn't have any. He was unaware of his actions, though, and unaware of the fact someone was by his side all night. Someone who was carefully watching for any signs of nightmare, uneasy dream or anything unpleasant, along with all the herbs necessary to heal Draco. Even if the boy was awake and at his best, he probably wouldn't realise or admitt he needed any kind of medication. Sometimes, you can heal a broken heart. But you can't heal a heart that's been ripped out and shread to pieces.

That night was full of agony.

It was the same like the day before. Dumbledore didn't allow anyone to see him, God forbidd interrogate him. He had many obligation in school, so he put Fawkes to keep an eye on the young Slytherin. And he didn't even receive a smirk for letting the bird do a job. Instead, he was staring blankly at his knees. From time to time he would let out a sob or a whimper. Even the phoenix was restless in his company, almost as if he suffered along.

Well, maybe he did. But it sure as hell didn't help.

And the problems weren't small. All Draco did was thinking. And he had quite enough of it. When blaming himself didn't change anything, he finally admitted he was being all selfish again. Wanting to end his feeling of guilt and shame. So he stopped. Enough of that. Besides, he was really, really, REALLY worried for his own mental health. If any remained. Merlin, if all that before wasn't enough, how was he gonna get himself out of all *this* shit?! No. Not him. *Them*.

Knowing the faculty, they didn't get any smarter than the last time You- Know-Who succeded in his little scheme. Yes, «The Hogwarts plan» brought the most guilt and shame to the wizarding world in last couple of years. The Deatheaters surrounded the whole school, threatning to kill everyone inside. Happened first time since Dumbledore became principal. Well, true, thanks to him, the school and everyone of the students were saved. And later on they found out there had been a spy all along.

Who would've convinced them it wasn't Draco? Especially with the fact he had been acting the same as always. The well-known Malfoy style. Arrogant stupid bastard with lethal witts. The git that refused all the help and bonding and everything even seemingly nice. And now. Not a whole month later, this.

But what strongly clutched in the corners of his mind was the fact Voldemort succeded. Almost. Succeded in tricking them. And they haven't found out anything yet. They still don't know who was the spy, what and how happened, or what the fuck was going on in the wizarding world. The rising of Dark all over again was a though only the bravest considered. Meaning, not the Hogwarts faculty. They. Didn't. Get. Any. Smarter. If they failed on that case, they will most surely fail now too. If You-Know-Who tricked them so well, then Draco was sure he will do it fully.

After all, he was his offspring.