Disclaimer: Oh yes, of course they're mine. Just as the sun is made of ice
and money grows on trees. Miss Rowling? If you wish to sue please find
someone else, I can't even afford a lawyer let alone a settlement.
Warnings: Nah, nothing you can't handle. And let's give a big hand to Abremaline, for finally being home and letting me on her comp :P. She's the one who has made all the parts after my comp crashed, possible. Without her, I would have appeared on Australia's Most Wanted by now.
Also, I've noticed some confusion, but in my part of Australia, we have always classified people that had black hair as brunettes. I'm very sorry for the cultural misunderstanding.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Twenty Three. How Could You?
"What? I'm not trying to kill you!" Harry said indignantly. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Draco gave a tired smile. "Sorry, I just haven't had the best night. I mean, first someone sets a bomb on my oven and I nearly get blown to all hell, and well, the night just hasn't gotten any better since then."
"Like what?"
"Well, there was the oven, and then there were vampires, but I dealt with them. I go for some quiet time and somehow renegade Death Eaters find me. I manage to get away from them only to be shot at by yet another vampire. Though he's no longer an issue either. But then I find you skulking around under your cloak, so my mind just leapt into suspicion mode." Draco smiled again at Harry's annoyed look. "I am sorry though."
Harry nodded and switched from one foot to another.
Draco frowned slightly and looked around. "Um, just out of curiosity, what *are* you doing wandering around being invisible?"
Harry strained to get a smile. "Just, you know, taking some time out. The apartment was kind of ominous while I was on my own so I just came out for some air."
"On your own?"
"Yeah."
"While invisible?"
"Um, yeah."
Draco sized him up and then took a step back. "Are you following me?"
Harry smiled slightly. "Not really?" He said hopefully.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Why? And how long have you been doing this?"
"No, it's just that, well, you said you were going to try and draw Mortel out, so I was just making sure that you didn't need any help."
"Harry, I can tell when you're bullshitting and this is one of those times. Why are you following me? You don't thinking I'm cheating do you?"
"No, of course not! ... Er, you're not are you?"
"HARRY!"
"Sorry, sorry. No it's just well, I was wondering where you go when you get some time alone."
"Why?"
He shrugged weakly. "I don't know, I was just curious."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"I give you your time alone when you need it."
"I know, I just, well, I was wondering, and I didn't want to come right out and ask, because, well, I didn't want you to think that I was smothering you or anything."
"So you sneak around in your cloak, following me?"
Harry didn't answer.
"Why *keep* following me?"
"Well, I could never get here in time to cast the tracing spell to be able to follow you, so I still don't know where you go."
"You could have just asked."
Harry sighed. "I just didn't want to bother you. Mortel is closing in, I was just worried for you."
Draco spotted his uncomfortable shift again. "I might not have much memory, but I can still look after myself Harry."
"Yeah, and I'm sure that's what Ron thought." Harry said softly.
Draco sighed and rubbed his face. "Is there something else you'd like to tell about Mortel?"
Harry took a seat on the bench and shook his head. "No, what do you mean?"
"I mean, you've been slowly getting worse over, well, for as long as I can remember of this year."
"Such as."
Draco could hear in Harry's voice that they were heading to one of the subjects Harry didn't want to go into, but Draco was too tired to care. He figured that he'd had a bad night as it was, so he should be entitled to a little leeway. "Look, did Mortel say anything to you? You always do this guarded routine whenever I try and ask about it. You're hiding something, I know you are."
"No I'm not." Was the response that came far too quickly.
"I really hate it when you lie to me." Draco got no reply so he turned to go home.
"What are you doing now?"
"I'm going home, Potter. I'm just not in the mood to play Musical Moods with you."
"I'm not playing anything."
"Oh please! Give me some credit will you? What? You think I haven't noticed all the times you don't answer me, or just flat out lie? It's been going on for what seems like forever, and I'm just sick and tired of it."
"I'm sorry for following you."
"Look, whatever, I'm going home. You can stay out here and find some squirrels to tail or something." He turned to leave but Harry stood up and caught his shoulder.
"I said I was sorry."
"Yeah, but you're apologising for the wrong thing. I mention how you're hiding something and you keep shutting me out, how it's pissing me off, and all you can say is that you're sorry for following me."
"Well, what do you want me to say?"
Draco gritted his teeth and turned back to face him. "How about you tell me WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
"NOTHING IS GOING ON!" Harry shouted back.
"Wow, did you think I was this dense when Mortel was around? Did he make me out to be a complete dolt and that I only wandered around fixing my hair and giggling at the appropriate pauses?"
"Don't start, Ko. Just leave it okay, you don't understand."
"You're right, I don't understand. I don't get anything, because you keep refusing to say anything."
"Look, yes, there is something I'm not saying, but I can't, not yet, you wouldn't understand. You need more time."
"I need more time for what? In case you haven't noticed Potter, there's a lunatic out on the streets and he seems to have chosen me for his next frolic in Blood Land."
"No, look, I don't think you need to worry about Mortel killing you. If I told you, you wouldn't take it well, you still need more time. It's, I, I just can't."
Draco snorted angrily.
"If I tell you and you're not ready to hear it, you'll get mad, storm off, and then I'll be on my own. Again. I don't want to repeat that Ko."
"I'm ready okay, just say it. What? Did Mortel say something before he left? Did he talk about what he was going to do?"
"No, it's not really like that. It's .." Harry sighed and put his left hand over his eyes. "It's more complicated than just Mortel and everything."
Draco stood in silence and replayed everything in his mind. After a few moments he made his decision. "If it's about me, I need to know Harry, so I'm going to give you a choice. And yes, I know you don't like ultimatums but this has gone on for too long. Either you tell me what is going on, or I'll leave anyway."
Harry went to protest but Draco held his hand up. "Now, if you think I'll lose my temper and leave, well, it's possible, but you know what I'm like. I might calm down and come back. But if you don't tell me, I'm going to go for a nice long holiday, one where you will never see me again."
"Oh come on, Ko, you honestly think I'm going to believe that?"
"Don't push me, Potter." He took a step closer and looked Harry directly in the eyes. "I *can* live without you." Harry rolled his eyes but Draco could see the worry. "Tell me, or I'm gone."
"It's not the right time." Harry tried lamely.
"I get the feeling it never will be. Come on, please. I'm so tired of all this silence."
Harry shook his head stubbornly.
"Fine. Have a good life, Potter." Draco only got a few paces away when Harry grabbed his arm.
"No, come on Ko, don't be like that."
"I obviously can't be who you want."
"What are you talking about now?"
"So what's the deal? Mortel Me would have just sat back and let you go on like that forever? Is that what he was like?"
"Don't start this again, okay."
"Maybe that's the whole problem? Maybe you miss him." Draco decided that if he was going to leave, he was certainly going to get in as many low blows as he could. "I'm sorry I couldn't be like him."
"Now you're just talking shit."
Draco put on his best sickly sweet voice. "Now, now, let's look at the facts. You and Mortel managed almost five years, and yet when it's me, like the real me, it's barely five months. I guess Mortel was just better at being me, than I am. Probably made sure he did everything right, didn't want to annoy anyone. Didn't want any suspicion naturally."
"You know that's not true."
"Do I? Perfect little boyfriend, well, expect for the killing, but maybe you're prepared to overlook that. You want him back, Harry? I'm sure we could find him for you?"
"Stop it." Harry ground his teeth together.
"Hell, we could convince to possess me again, I'm sure he thought it was great."
"Stop it!"
Draco stepped even closer and dropped his voice to a taunting level. "Is that the problem? I just didn't measure up to the fake me?"
"THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE! YOU WERE LIKE YOU ARE NOW!"
"Oh come on! A spirit takes over my body and does it that well? I just won't buy it! Admit it, YOU LOVE HIM!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"BULLSHIT! You're just waiting for when he's captured, hell you'll probably drag me in and tell him to jump right in. Get you precious lover back!"
"NO! You're wrong, you don't understand."
"I'll bet he was a dream to live with."
"You piss me off to no end but I love you."
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IT, POTTER. THAT WASN'T ME! When are you going to realise that? It looked like me, it sounded like me, but IT WASN'T ME!"
"YES IT .." Harry seemed to almost choke and he shut his mouth.
Draco audibly snarled. "How the fuck can you say that? How can you compare me to that fucking lunatic? Go to hell, you arrogant prick."
"No, please, Ko. Don't leave me. Please. I love you."
"Get lost! I'm out of here. I don't need your shit anymore. First you practically drug me to sleep, now you're following me around, I'm not sticking around for whatever comes next in your little game of trying to control me."
"No, please. It's not what you think, just trust me."
Draco shook Harry's hand off. "I WON'T BE HIM FOR YOU! FUCK OFF!"
"I LIED, OKAY? I LIED, I LIED, I LIED!" Harry stopped trying to keep up and visibly slumped where he stood. "Is that what you want to hear?"
Draco turned. "What?"
Harry looked up a little. "I lied. There was no possession."
Draco sighed. "What are you on about now?"
"There was no possession, I set it all up to stop the execution."
"Cute, Potter, real cute. And almost believable except of course there's the whole issue of, I don't remember anything."
"That's the point." Harry looked up completely now, trying to show how serious he was. "I made myself a secret keeper and repressed the last four and a half years of your memory from everyone. Even you."
Draco didn't have time to answer as suddenly his head felt like it was going to implode. He let out a whimper and clutched at it wildly.
"Just relax." Harry's voice said soothingly. "It'll be over soon. I made me telling you the trigger to end the spell."
Draco gasped as everything started to almost fill in. Memories of Voldemort and Hogwarts were suddenly appearing. The pain lessened and he could almost see the images as that started to come. They were falling in order now and he watched his life play out. He remembered dark water, almost like ink, he could see his parents when they nearly died. He remembered the final days of the war, watching Voldemort fall, killing McGonagall, then graduation, training, moving in with Harry, Ron and Hermione, meeting Morgan.
Everything was starting to fit. Then he could see himself, sitting in a cell and Hermione was screaming at him as Harry stood off to the side looking sad. Then his last night on earth, or at least that's what he had thought. Harry came in crying, whispered that everything was going to be just fine. Black and gold magic swirling around him and suddenly a cold wet feeling.
Draco remembered that the last thing he had thought was that he was in the water and he panicked. Then the memory of him waking up that morning with Dumbledore watching over him slid into place and he blinked.
He looked to Harry who had grabbed him after he almost slipped. He wrenched away. "What the fuck did you do to me."
Harry smiled. "I told you already." He reached out to pat his arm but Draco hurried backwards. "Now, just don't get mad okay. Try and stay calm. It's going to be okay."
Draco froze and looked up, his head still pounding slightly. "Okay? OKAY? Are you crazy? HOW THE FUCK CAN IT BE OKAY?"
Harry took a patient breath. "Now, I know you're going to be upset, but you realise why I had to do it. They were going to kill you, Ko. I had no choice." He smiled, looking almost wild. "But the Ministry don't have to know the whole truth of what went on. They aren't watching you anymore. We can let this slide." Harry said hopefully.
Draco gave him an incredulous look. "You *are* crazy. You just walk into my mind and stamp some of it down, and you expect me to like it?"
"It wasn't like that, Ko. I had to do something."
Draco took a few more steps backwards. His voice was soft and the betrayal that was concerning his mind was plain to hear. "And what, so that's why the sleeping charms? That's why you're following me? You're just trying to make sure that I'm not killing anyone?"
Harry gave a mostly undecided look to that question and started to walk towards him. "We can get through this Ko, we can stay together this time. No one has to know that you can remember."
Draco gave a crazed sounding laugh. "YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE! YOU TOOK MY GOD DAMN MIND!"
"They were going to kill you! I couldn't just let them do that! Surely you can see that?"
Draco turned and started to shakily walk off. "Stay the fuck away from me."
"No, please, we can do this. We can cover it up."
"NO WE CAN'T!"
"YES WE CAN!"
"NO!" Another voice said from behind Draco. "You can't!"
Draco looked behind him and watched as Ron appeared, holding another cloak. "Jesus fucking Christ, Harry." The redhead said, his face starting to go pink. "When I noticed there was something wrong, I never though it would be this!"
Another wave of dizziness hit Draco and he stumbled slightly. He shook his head a little and rubbed his eyes as his stomach lurched. "God, it just gets better and better."
Harry was starting to really look distraught now. "Ron, please, I know what you're thinking, but don't do it. Please."
Ron was starting to shake with anger now. "This psycho slices me up, and you let him off! You fucking freed him?"
"Not a psycho." Draco said softly as his mind tried to catch up with what it had been missing.
"No, please, both of you, just take a deep breath." Harry was starting to cry but he didn't wipe his face.
"How could you?" Draco and Ron asked at the same time. Ron was furious, Draco was shattered.
Harry looked from one to the other. "I ... I had to."
Ron turned and lifted his wand to Draco. "Draco Malfoy, I am officially detaining you .."
Draco shook off his self pity and let his self preservation instinct kick in. "Sorry, Ron. I've heard this number before. I think I'll just be on my way."
"You're not going anywhere." Ron hissed out.
Draco slid his hand to his wand and just smiled weakly. "Don't bet on it."
"Please, Ko, I'm sorry."
"Fuck you. Fuck you to hell." He spat and Apparated out before either Harry or Ron could react.
To Be Continued.
Warnings: Nah, nothing you can't handle. And let's give a big hand to Abremaline, for finally being home and letting me on her comp :P. She's the one who has made all the parts after my comp crashed, possible. Without her, I would have appeared on Australia's Most Wanted by now.
Also, I've noticed some confusion, but in my part of Australia, we have always classified people that had black hair as brunettes. I'm very sorry for the cultural misunderstanding.
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Blood & Nails.
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Part Twenty Three. How Could You?
"What? I'm not trying to kill you!" Harry said indignantly. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Draco gave a tired smile. "Sorry, I just haven't had the best night. I mean, first someone sets a bomb on my oven and I nearly get blown to all hell, and well, the night just hasn't gotten any better since then."
"Like what?"
"Well, there was the oven, and then there were vampires, but I dealt with them. I go for some quiet time and somehow renegade Death Eaters find me. I manage to get away from them only to be shot at by yet another vampire. Though he's no longer an issue either. But then I find you skulking around under your cloak, so my mind just leapt into suspicion mode." Draco smiled again at Harry's annoyed look. "I am sorry though."
Harry nodded and switched from one foot to another.
Draco frowned slightly and looked around. "Um, just out of curiosity, what *are* you doing wandering around being invisible?"
Harry strained to get a smile. "Just, you know, taking some time out. The apartment was kind of ominous while I was on my own so I just came out for some air."
"On your own?"
"Yeah."
"While invisible?"
"Um, yeah."
Draco sized him up and then took a step back. "Are you following me?"
Harry smiled slightly. "Not really?" He said hopefully.
Draco narrowed his eyes. "Why? And how long have you been doing this?"
"No, it's just that, well, you said you were going to try and draw Mortel out, so I was just making sure that you didn't need any help."
"Harry, I can tell when you're bullshitting and this is one of those times. Why are you following me? You don't thinking I'm cheating do you?"
"No, of course not! ... Er, you're not are you?"
"HARRY!"
"Sorry, sorry. No it's just well, I was wondering where you go when you get some time alone."
"Why?"
He shrugged weakly. "I don't know, I was just curious."
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"I give you your time alone when you need it."
"I know, I just, well, I was wondering, and I didn't want to come right out and ask, because, well, I didn't want you to think that I was smothering you or anything."
"So you sneak around in your cloak, following me?"
Harry didn't answer.
"Why *keep* following me?"
"Well, I could never get here in time to cast the tracing spell to be able to follow you, so I still don't know where you go."
"You could have just asked."
Harry sighed. "I just didn't want to bother you. Mortel is closing in, I was just worried for you."
Draco spotted his uncomfortable shift again. "I might not have much memory, but I can still look after myself Harry."
"Yeah, and I'm sure that's what Ron thought." Harry said softly.
Draco sighed and rubbed his face. "Is there something else you'd like to tell about Mortel?"
Harry took a seat on the bench and shook his head. "No, what do you mean?"
"I mean, you've been slowly getting worse over, well, for as long as I can remember of this year."
"Such as."
Draco could hear in Harry's voice that they were heading to one of the subjects Harry didn't want to go into, but Draco was too tired to care. He figured that he'd had a bad night as it was, so he should be entitled to a little leeway. "Look, did Mortel say anything to you? You always do this guarded routine whenever I try and ask about it. You're hiding something, I know you are."
"No I'm not." Was the response that came far too quickly.
"I really hate it when you lie to me." Draco got no reply so he turned to go home.
"What are you doing now?"
"I'm going home, Potter. I'm just not in the mood to play Musical Moods with you."
"I'm not playing anything."
"Oh please! Give me some credit will you? What? You think I haven't noticed all the times you don't answer me, or just flat out lie? It's been going on for what seems like forever, and I'm just sick and tired of it."
"I'm sorry for following you."
"Look, whatever, I'm going home. You can stay out here and find some squirrels to tail or something." He turned to leave but Harry stood up and caught his shoulder.
"I said I was sorry."
"Yeah, but you're apologising for the wrong thing. I mention how you're hiding something and you keep shutting me out, how it's pissing me off, and all you can say is that you're sorry for following me."
"Well, what do you want me to say?"
Draco gritted his teeth and turned back to face him. "How about you tell me WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?"
"NOTHING IS GOING ON!" Harry shouted back.
"Wow, did you think I was this dense when Mortel was around? Did he make me out to be a complete dolt and that I only wandered around fixing my hair and giggling at the appropriate pauses?"
"Don't start, Ko. Just leave it okay, you don't understand."
"You're right, I don't understand. I don't get anything, because you keep refusing to say anything."
"Look, yes, there is something I'm not saying, but I can't, not yet, you wouldn't understand. You need more time."
"I need more time for what? In case you haven't noticed Potter, there's a lunatic out on the streets and he seems to have chosen me for his next frolic in Blood Land."
"No, look, I don't think you need to worry about Mortel killing you. If I told you, you wouldn't take it well, you still need more time. It's, I, I just can't."
Draco snorted angrily.
"If I tell you and you're not ready to hear it, you'll get mad, storm off, and then I'll be on my own. Again. I don't want to repeat that Ko."
"I'm ready okay, just say it. What? Did Mortel say something before he left? Did he talk about what he was going to do?"
"No, it's not really like that. It's .." Harry sighed and put his left hand over his eyes. "It's more complicated than just Mortel and everything."
Draco stood in silence and replayed everything in his mind. After a few moments he made his decision. "If it's about me, I need to know Harry, so I'm going to give you a choice. And yes, I know you don't like ultimatums but this has gone on for too long. Either you tell me what is going on, or I'll leave anyway."
Harry went to protest but Draco held his hand up. "Now, if you think I'll lose my temper and leave, well, it's possible, but you know what I'm like. I might calm down and come back. But if you don't tell me, I'm going to go for a nice long holiday, one where you will never see me again."
"Oh come on, Ko, you honestly think I'm going to believe that?"
"Don't push me, Potter." He took a step closer and looked Harry directly in the eyes. "I *can* live without you." Harry rolled his eyes but Draco could see the worry. "Tell me, or I'm gone."
"It's not the right time." Harry tried lamely.
"I get the feeling it never will be. Come on, please. I'm so tired of all this silence."
Harry shook his head stubbornly.
"Fine. Have a good life, Potter." Draco only got a few paces away when Harry grabbed his arm.
"No, come on Ko, don't be like that."
"I obviously can't be who you want."
"What are you talking about now?"
"So what's the deal? Mortel Me would have just sat back and let you go on like that forever? Is that what he was like?"
"Don't start this again, okay."
"Maybe that's the whole problem? Maybe you miss him." Draco decided that if he was going to leave, he was certainly going to get in as many low blows as he could. "I'm sorry I couldn't be like him."
"Now you're just talking shit."
Draco put on his best sickly sweet voice. "Now, now, let's look at the facts. You and Mortel managed almost five years, and yet when it's me, like the real me, it's barely five months. I guess Mortel was just better at being me, than I am. Probably made sure he did everything right, didn't want to annoy anyone. Didn't want any suspicion naturally."
"You know that's not true."
"Do I? Perfect little boyfriend, well, expect for the killing, but maybe you're prepared to overlook that. You want him back, Harry? I'm sure we could find him for you?"
"Stop it." Harry ground his teeth together.
"Hell, we could convince to possess me again, I'm sure he thought it was great."
"Stop it!"
Draco stepped even closer and dropped his voice to a taunting level. "Is that the problem? I just didn't measure up to the fake me?"
"THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE! YOU WERE LIKE YOU ARE NOW!"
"Oh come on! A spirit takes over my body and does it that well? I just won't buy it! Admit it, YOU LOVE HIM!"
"I LOVE YOU!"
"BULLSHIT! You're just waiting for when he's captured, hell you'll probably drag me in and tell him to jump right in. Get you precious lover back!"
"NO! You're wrong, you don't understand."
"I'll bet he was a dream to live with."
"You piss me off to no end but I love you."
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT IT, POTTER. THAT WASN'T ME! When are you going to realise that? It looked like me, it sounded like me, but IT WASN'T ME!"
"YES IT .." Harry seemed to almost choke and he shut his mouth.
Draco audibly snarled. "How the fuck can you say that? How can you compare me to that fucking lunatic? Go to hell, you arrogant prick."
"No, please, Ko. Don't leave me. Please. I love you."
"Get lost! I'm out of here. I don't need your shit anymore. First you practically drug me to sleep, now you're following me around, I'm not sticking around for whatever comes next in your little game of trying to control me."
"No, please. It's not what you think, just trust me."
Draco shook Harry's hand off. "I WON'T BE HIM FOR YOU! FUCK OFF!"
"I LIED, OKAY? I LIED, I LIED, I LIED!" Harry stopped trying to keep up and visibly slumped where he stood. "Is that what you want to hear?"
Draco turned. "What?"
Harry looked up a little. "I lied. There was no possession."
Draco sighed. "What are you on about now?"
"There was no possession, I set it all up to stop the execution."
"Cute, Potter, real cute. And almost believable except of course there's the whole issue of, I don't remember anything."
"That's the point." Harry looked up completely now, trying to show how serious he was. "I made myself a secret keeper and repressed the last four and a half years of your memory from everyone. Even you."
Draco didn't have time to answer as suddenly his head felt like it was going to implode. He let out a whimper and clutched at it wildly.
"Just relax." Harry's voice said soothingly. "It'll be over soon. I made me telling you the trigger to end the spell."
Draco gasped as everything started to almost fill in. Memories of Voldemort and Hogwarts were suddenly appearing. The pain lessened and he could almost see the images as that started to come. They were falling in order now and he watched his life play out. He remembered dark water, almost like ink, he could see his parents when they nearly died. He remembered the final days of the war, watching Voldemort fall, killing McGonagall, then graduation, training, moving in with Harry, Ron and Hermione, meeting Morgan.
Everything was starting to fit. Then he could see himself, sitting in a cell and Hermione was screaming at him as Harry stood off to the side looking sad. Then his last night on earth, or at least that's what he had thought. Harry came in crying, whispered that everything was going to be just fine. Black and gold magic swirling around him and suddenly a cold wet feeling.
Draco remembered that the last thing he had thought was that he was in the water and he panicked. Then the memory of him waking up that morning with Dumbledore watching over him slid into place and he blinked.
He looked to Harry who had grabbed him after he almost slipped. He wrenched away. "What the fuck did you do to me."
Harry smiled. "I told you already." He reached out to pat his arm but Draco hurried backwards. "Now, just don't get mad okay. Try and stay calm. It's going to be okay."
Draco froze and looked up, his head still pounding slightly. "Okay? OKAY? Are you crazy? HOW THE FUCK CAN IT BE OKAY?"
Harry took a patient breath. "Now, I know you're going to be upset, but you realise why I had to do it. They were going to kill you, Ko. I had no choice." He smiled, looking almost wild. "But the Ministry don't have to know the whole truth of what went on. They aren't watching you anymore. We can let this slide." Harry said hopefully.
Draco gave him an incredulous look. "You *are* crazy. You just walk into my mind and stamp some of it down, and you expect me to like it?"
"It wasn't like that, Ko. I had to do something."
Draco took a few more steps backwards. His voice was soft and the betrayal that was concerning his mind was plain to hear. "And what, so that's why the sleeping charms? That's why you're following me? You're just trying to make sure that I'm not killing anyone?"
Harry gave a mostly undecided look to that question and started to walk towards him. "We can get through this Ko, we can stay together this time. No one has to know that you can remember."
Draco gave a crazed sounding laugh. "YOU FUCKING ARSEHOLE! YOU TOOK MY GOD DAMN MIND!"
"They were going to kill you! I couldn't just let them do that! Surely you can see that?"
Draco turned and started to shakily walk off. "Stay the fuck away from me."
"No, please, we can do this. We can cover it up."
"NO WE CAN'T!"
"YES WE CAN!"
"NO!" Another voice said from behind Draco. "You can't!"
Draco looked behind him and watched as Ron appeared, holding another cloak. "Jesus fucking Christ, Harry." The redhead said, his face starting to go pink. "When I noticed there was something wrong, I never though it would be this!"
Another wave of dizziness hit Draco and he stumbled slightly. He shook his head a little and rubbed his eyes as his stomach lurched. "God, it just gets better and better."
Harry was starting to really look distraught now. "Ron, please, I know what you're thinking, but don't do it. Please."
Ron was starting to shake with anger now. "This psycho slices me up, and you let him off! You fucking freed him?"
"Not a psycho." Draco said softly as his mind tried to catch up with what it had been missing.
"No, please, both of you, just take a deep breath." Harry was starting to cry but he didn't wipe his face.
"How could you?" Draco and Ron asked at the same time. Ron was furious, Draco was shattered.
Harry looked from one to the other. "I ... I had to."
Ron turned and lifted his wand to Draco. "Draco Malfoy, I am officially detaining you .."
Draco shook off his self pity and let his self preservation instinct kick in. "Sorry, Ron. I've heard this number before. I think I'll just be on my way."
"You're not going anywhere." Ron hissed out.
Draco slid his hand to his wand and just smiled weakly. "Don't bet on it."
"Please, Ko, I'm sorry."
"Fuck you. Fuck you to hell." He spat and Apparated out before either Harry or Ron could react.
To Be Continued.