Title: Clear

Part 2-Chapter 5: Silver

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Rating: R for slash themes

**WARNING**: THIS STORY CONTAINS SLASH THEMES – WHICH MEANS HOMOSEXUAL RELATIONSHIPS BETWEEN TWO MALE CHARACTERS. YOU ARE ADVISED TO LEAVE IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH THIS.

Disclaimer: The characters portrayed in this story do not belong to me, but to the Harry Potter series by JK Rowling. This is all FICTION; none of it is true. No profit was made from this story. I bear no responsibility for anything you may claim from this story, you have been warned.

LAST WARNING. SLASH. HOMOSEXUALITY. LEAVE IF YOU DON'T LIKE.

Plagiarism is a crime. But I'm sure you know that already.

Note to anon: Please! Feel free to use it! I think it's only logical progression of thought that would lead us to the conclusion about homosexuality and the wizarding world. I'm sure a lot of people have used it elsewhere, to explain the dying out of population…

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They were in Potions when it happened. Always, always Potions. Everything happened in Potions. The world happened in Potions. Today, of course, was no exception.

Draco had been especially sour all lesson, but that may have been because he had been paired with Harry, due to an unlucky draw for a partner. The mere expression on his face when he unfolded his piece of paper had been enough to tell Harry who their partners were to be for the lesson. He had refused to budge from his seat, and so Harry had been forced to move next to him. When he refused to even get up from his seat to make the goddamn potion, Harry had been so pissed off that he just snapped, "Fine!" and got to work himself. It was no use complaining anyway – Snape hated him now more than ever before.

He sneaked a look at Draco as he reached for the Baltrose roots. He was hunched over in his sheet, writing shakily onto a piece of parchment. Was it just his imagination, or was Draco looking almost…grey?

It had to be his imagination. Probably just the dim lighting in the dungeon, that's all.

Harry was stirring the potion – exactly five and three quarters times clockwise, but slowly – when he noticed that Draco had stopped taking notes – was he finished? – and so snatched the parchment up with his free hand, examining the writing. "These your notes, Malfoy?"

Draco glared up at him from his seat – still unwilling to move. "Give that back, Potter." The first words he had spoken to him since…the incident.

"No," Harry said petulantly. "You made me make the potion all by myself, so I think I'll just copy your notes, thank you very much."

"Give them back, Potter!" Draco reached up and tried to grab them away – but from his seated position, the action was futile.

"I don't think so, Malfoy. You owe me."

"I owe you?! I owe you nothing, Potter, but you definitely owe me for your damned insolence!" With those words, Draco uncoiled and rose from his seat to make another grab for his parchment, but Harry pushed him on the shoulder roughly so that Draco tumbled back and had to steady himself by grabbing the bench.

"Stop that, Malfoy," he said harshly. "It's your own fault you wouldn't help me make the potion. Now I get to copy your notes, and that's that. It's only fair."

When Draco didn't reply, not even turn to give him another glare, Harry frowned. "Did you hear that Malfoy? I get to copy your notes."

Still, no answer.

Harry shrugged as he finished the stirring and laid the wooden spoon beside the bubbling cauldron. He had to wait until it simmered to a golden yellow colour, which would take approximately seven more minutes. Still holding Draco's parchment in his hands, he sat down and picked up his own quill to copy down the notes. The entire Potions classroom seemed muted, now that everyone had stopped working and were waiting for their potion to finish itself.

Draco still stood, hunched over facing him, shaking slightly.

"Malfoy, what are you doing? Sit down," Harry said exasperatedly.

There was still no answer from Draco, but the brief silence allowed Harry to hear short erratic breaths coming from Draco. Harry stood again, leaning over to look into Draco's face. "Malfoy, sit down. Look, I'll give you your notes back – no need to be such a baby about it."

Draco was frowning, eyes closed, a small crease between his brows, lips pressed tightly together. His face was a pasty white, with no spots of colour, and was a rather frightening contrast with the blackness of his robes.

Harry poked him in the shoulder. "Malfoy, you alright? Sit down. I said I'd give your notes back." He poked him again, hard, before grabbing hold of the sleeve and tugging. "Malfoy?" He felt a surge of anger at being ignored. "Fine, be that way." He took Draco's page of notes and shoved them at him – hard –just under his ribs.

Draco stumbled from the push, and his eyes flew open. Harry caught a glimpse of sharp pain in them before Draco doubled over and twisted away from him before throwing up blood all over their bench.

Hermione, who had been watching their entire encounter with a close eye, screamed. Snape hurried from the back of the classroom – Draco usually sat in the front row – and shouted for silence, for the entire class of Gryffindors and Slytherins alike had begun screaming as Draco continued to vomit out blood. Harry stood, shocked. The blood seemed to flow endlessly, and there was already such a puddle on Draco's side of the bench that the blood now splattered to the floor, some falling onto Harry's shoes and robe as they dripped off the wooden table.

There was nothing but blood, deep, red, glistening blood that Draco choked out, still bent over the bench, arm around his middle, in a devastating sort of pain and torture as he still clutched his parchment in one hand, only now it was completely soaked in redness. Another arm supported him on the bench, and it was needless to say that his hand, sleeve and robes were now covered in blood.

"Potter, what did you do?!" Snape roared, confused and angry and even scared, just like the rest of the class, who were still screaming or standing, staring in shock even as Snape shouted for quiet once more.

"I – I didn't do anything, Professor, I swear I didn't!" Harry was frantic now, jolted out from his stupor, and he reached out to Draco, only to have Snape shove his arms away.

"Stay away, Potter," the Professor snarled, as he turned to Draco, who was coughing now. The torrent of blood had subsided, but red droplets still dripped out as he coughed – great hacking coughs that shook his entire frame. "Draco," he said, gently. "Draco, I'm taking you to Madam Pomfrey, alright?"

Draco nodded once, weakly, and he tried to lift his head up, but instead crumpled over and fell into the puddle of his own blood on the floor, curled up, face down, as his blood continued to drip off the table and landed on him – his robes, his face, his hair.

Hermione screamed again, and Snape shouted at her to "shut up, you stupid girl!" He knelt by Draco and shook him slightly. "Draco?" he said, softly. "Right then," he mumbled, so quietly that Harry suspected only he heard because he was standing so close to the pair. Snape picked up Draco from the floor so that he was cradled in his arms, arms and legs hanging limply from his still body. If Harry thought Draco looked pale earlier, the whiteness was nothing compared to the deathly pallor that powdered his cheeks at the moment.

It scared him.

"Everyone, be QUIET!" Snape shouted again, and this time it was enough to shock the class into silence, save for some muted whimpers from scared students. "All of you – continue with your work, and hand in what you have before class ends." He then turned to leave, striding out of the room quickly. When he reached the door, he was stopped by Harry.

"Professor, I –"

"Return to your seat, Potter," Snape snarled. "You have caused enough trouble for a day."

Recoiling, Harry nodded, and stood silently to watch Snape carry away his Draco.

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Snape sighed inwardly as Madam Pomfrey straightened from standing over Draco's still figure on the bed. "Will he be alright?" he asked. He vaguely realised that he was missing his next lesson with the fourth year Hufflepuff-Gryffindor class.

"He lost a lot of blood, Severus."

"I know that already," he said testily. "I was there to see him vomit out enough blood to drain him and flood my classroom."

Madam Pomfrey glared, and Snape shut up, waving at her to continue. "I'm afraid his condition has worsened to the extent that it is out of my area of expertise, Severus. He is stable, but it would be better if I called in a specialist from St. Mungo's. His liver – his liver is so damaged that…" She trailed off, blew her nose with a huge white hanky, and dabbed her eyes before speaking again. "I'm afraid if I do anything, it'll only make it worse. Please, go tell Albus, and I'll contact St. Mungo's straight away."

"Very well." Snape nodded curtly to Madam Pomfrey, and walked quickly out of the hospital wing.

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Harry clamped a hand over his mouth as he heard the short exchange between Professor Snape and Madam Pomfrey. He had run back to his room after Snape had left, and went to the infirmary hidden under his Invisible Cloak, hoping to obtain news of Draco.

But not news like this.

He could only crouch from his corner, unseen, staring at Draco's still body – too still! – and try to regain his breath again. His heart was beating rapidly – he could feel his temples pounding with each pulse – and he continued to stare until Dumbledore's presence woke him.

"How is he, Severus?" Harry assumed that Dumbledore hadn't spoken to Snape yet, only rushed through the castle to reach the infirmary first. The two men were standing by Draco's bed, but their backs were to Harry and so blocked Draco from view.

"Bad, Headmaster. Poppy is contacting St. Mungo's for a specialist to come now – I fear his condition to be very urgent."

"Dear, dear boy," Dumbledore said quietly, stroking Draco's forehead. "Severus, did Poppy say what exactly was wrong with him? To have made him vomit such amounts of blood, Severus, it simply…" He trailed off, sighing deeply.

"Apparently it is liver damage, Headmaster."

The two of them were silent for quite a while.

Madam Pomfrey returned. "They're sending someone straight away. Apparated even as I hung up, and should be here soon. I have asked a member of staff to lead them up here." The usually calm, collected matron was wringing her handkerchief, worry written all over her face. Her profile was turned to Harry as she stood at the end of the hospital bed.

"Poppy, have you any idea of what could have caused such severe damage to Draco's liver?"

She frowned as she replied. "Well, Headmaster, I'm not sure how he accomplished it, but such damage…I'm putting my guess on alcohol or drugs, nothing else could possibly have the potential to be so damaging."

"It's alcohol," Snape said bluntly. Both Professor Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey turned to him, surprised and curious. "Draco does not smoke, nor does he do drugs. But he does drink. When I first became aware of the situation, it was a rare occurrence – he would drink wine quite frequently. Wine, you see, is a very common beverage to the Malfoys from a young age – it is as regular to them as pumpkin juice is to the rest of us. It is only natural that he was familiar with the stronger types of drink – I see him drinking so when I used to visit Malfoy Manor during the holidays."

Madam Pomfrey was well glaring at him, and Snape added hastily, "He was often encouraged by Lucius to take stronger drinks." He sniffed somewhat disdainfully. "Wanted to make a man out of the child. A Malfoy man."

"But Severus," Professor Dumbledore said gravely. "For such damage to be done, it had to be regular drinking, a drinking that was constant for many tens of years, and in which the contents are strong enough to effectively burn away his liver. This is beyond alcohol poisoning, as I'm sure you realise."

"With all due respect, sir, the Malfoys are trained to consume strong liquor I assure you, Headmaster, I would never allow for any student to consume alcohol while on the grounds of Hogwarts. If Draco was drinking, then I had no idea of it."

There was a short pause before Dumbledore replied, "You have my complete trust and faith. But Severus – how did Draco get his hands on such pure alcohol?"

"The Malfoy distillery, sir. Their alcohol is so potent that even the most experienced of drinkers only dare sip a teaspoon of the stuff every two to three months for fear of damaging themselves. Draco most likely swallows it by the bottle every night. It not only has amplified effects of hard liquor, but some other ones that are unique to it only."

"Ah yes. I almost forgot. Thank you, Severus." Dumbledore turned from Snape to gaze down at the still boy on the bed. "If I may have some time with Draco alone…?"

Snape nodded. "Yes, Headmaster."

Madam Pomfrey nodded as well, wiping at her eyes before tucking the extraordinarily large handkerchief back into her pocket. "It will do him good to know you are here, Professor Dumbledore." There was a knocking on the door, and Madam Pomfrey turned to welcome in the specialist from St. Mungo's. "I will give you two minutes, Professor. Mr. Malfoy's condition should be looked at immediately." And with that, she and Snape swept from the room, leaving Dumbledore with Draco.

"Harry," Dumbledore said gently. "You may come out now."

Hesitating – but only slightly, Harry stood and removed the Invisibility Cloak. "Professor Dumbledore," he said, and then stopped, fearing tears.

Dumbledore motioned him over, and Harry moved robotically, limbs stiff with worry. "I heard, Professor," he whispered. "I heard what they said about Draco."

"Harry…did you know Draco was drinking?"

Harry shook his head wildly. "No, sir! He complained often that he had headaches, really, really bad ones that made him hurt all over, stemming from his head. Even his clothing hurt on his skin, he told me, and not even I could touch him then without giving him pain."

"Ah," said Dumbledore, and Harry sensed that he knew what had happened to Draco. "Tell me, Harry. When did Draco begin complaining of his headaches?"

"Um. Late November, early December. It was just a little at first, maybe a couple times a week – and they weren't too bad, I thought maybe he had migraine or something. But then by the second week into December they never went away and they seemed to get worse until it was like I told you just now – he hurt all over. Sometimes he was blinded by the pain, unable to move or see or even hear me call to him." Harry found warm, salty tears sliding down his cheeks and rubbed at them roughly, ashamed to be seen crying in front of the Headmaster. 

When he looked up, he found Dumbledore examining some papers that Madam Pomfrey had set out when she had inspected Draco for his internal injuries. "Sir?" he asked uncertainly. "Do you know what happened to Draco?"

Dumbledore smiled at him. "You told me yourself you heard the conversations concerning him. Can you not deduce from the information you have? I believe that, in this situation, you may be the one that is more knowledgeable."

Harry looked back at the figure lying so still on the bed, silent.

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When Harry returned to Gryffindor tower with red, swollen eyes, Ron and Hermione instantly led him away from inquiring stares and into his Prefect room.

"Harry…is Draco alright?" Hermione twisted her hands, pale and worried.

"Yeah," put in Ron, frowning.

Harry was quiet for a moment, before sobbing out very, very quietly, "No."

"What's wrong?" Ron put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I – I – he had – oh!" Harry covered his face with his hands, trembling.

"Harry?" Hermione whispered, looking rather frightened.

Harry shook his head, and they could see several lone tears fall through his fingers. "Not right now," he managed to stutter. "Not right now, please."

"Okay. We'll be in Hermione's room if you need us," Ron said, understanding, rubbing his back as Hermione kissed his temple.

"Oh Harry," she said, smoothing back his hair as he continued pretending not to cry. "It'll be alright soon, really."

Harry just shook his head again, and the two of them left, casting him worried looks before scurrying off to Hermione's room.

Ron perched on Hermione's desk chair, balancing precariously on two legs as Hermione slumped onto her bed. He blushed as he turned his head to see the top of her thighs barely covered by her school skirt, sticking straight over the side of the bed, left foot white in all its white knee stocking-ed glory, shoe having fallen off. "Um, Hermione," he said, when Hermione kicked her right foot so the other shoe fell to the floor as well, skirt riding just inches too high.

"Eh?" was the muffled reply, stifled under the covers of Hermione's bed.

"Uh. Your. Um." Ron coughed. "Skirt."

A short pause, and then Hermione bounced up into an upright position, tugging her uniform back down to knee length, blush as furious as Ron's. "Oops," she said, still embarrassed.

They just sat, both staring at the floor, until Ron looked up at Hermione. "Do you think Harry and Malfoy will…?" He left the question hanging. "I mean," he said, blushing again. "They really. You know. Like each other."

Hermione shook her head. "Love, Ron. Love each other." Her eyes went dreamy and unfocused then, and stared at a point above Ron's left shoulder. "Could you possibly imagine, Ron, what it must be like for them? What it is like, to have the one you love so near, having to see them, hear them, be with them all day, and yet unable to tell them the things you want to, touch them the way you want to…love them the way you want to…?"

"Yes," said Ron, so quietly that Hermione thought she imagined it. "Hermione?" he said. "Yes. I said yes. I do. Know what it must be like for them. To…to be so near to the one you…you love…but still…unable to do what you want."

Hermione looked at him with a strange, sad little smile. "Oh?" was all she said; mind running through a list of girls that Ron would possibly even consider loving.

"Uh huh," Ron said, blue eyes seeming to swallow her whole as Hermione blinked. "What about you…Hermione?" he asked, speaking in a quiet voice that sounded familiar and foreign to Hermione's ears at the same time.

"Me? Mm. You don't ask a girl these things."

"Oh." Ron ducked his head, cheeks stained red.

"But I do. Yes."

"Oh!" Ron looked up at her, eyes wide, surprised. "Really?"

"Yes."

They just gazed at each other until Hermione blinked, and she stood up, turning away from Ron. "Anyway," she said.

"Yeah. Anyway."

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Draco woke up; it was night time, silver moonlight shining through the sheer curtains to play with the shadows on his face, and Draco immediately closed his eyes upon opening them.

He hurt. By the Gods, he hurt.

His eyes shifted to his nightstand where a single card stood. From Crabbe and Goyle, most obviously. Draco took a deep breath and tried his best to ignore the pain in his abdomen. After all, it was just pain. He had plenty of it in his life, physical, mental, emotional…

Draco wanted his Booboo. He felt lonely in a way he couldn't remember feeling for a long time, alone in a castle full of sleeping people, the only one awake while others could escape this reality, if only for the night.

He had to move on. He couldn't do this anymore, couldn't pine over him every night like this, couldn't…

Couldn't love him anymore.

Biting his lip, Draco forced himself into an upright position, pushing the physical pain into the back of his mind so it became noisy background music instead of something he listened and responded to.

He had no idea what he wanted, or what he wanted to do as he slipped out of bed, hissing at the cold stone floor beneath his bare feet. Staggering, Draco made his way down the room until he came to Madam Pomfrey's desk.

And there, on top of a pile of shredded bandages, was a large pair of scissors, the silver metal gleaming in the moonlight. Draco sucked in a deep breath then, and reached out for it.

"Draco…" Harry looked at him from under his dark lashes. His eyes seemed especially luminous that night, with the setting sun hitting it at just the right angle to give them a warm golden green hue. "I love you."

"Oh!" Draco said, eyes wide and surprised. "Oh, Harry…"

Draco grasped the cold tool in his hand, feeling it slowly warm up as the heat travelled to metal from his skin. He took a deep breath, and opened his hand so that the blades came apart with a smooth sliding sound.

"Draco, Draco, Draco!" Harry planted a kiss just behind Draco's right ear as his arms hugged Draco tightly from behind.

Draco reached up to sink his hands into Harry's hair as he turned his head and Harry leaned in closer for a kiss.

No. Must move on. No more.

Everything had been planned so perfectly. Everything had been implemented so perfectly. Everything had turned out so perfectly. Except for one thing – Harry and him. The wizarding world was safe and all the half-bloods and Mudbloods were safe, but Draco and Harry were torn and broken. Irreparable. It hurt when Draco would think about how things would be different if Harry hadn't…but then would the Christmas attack have gone so smoothly then?

No. Must stop thinking about it.

He closed his hand quickly and the blades snapped as they sliced through the air.

"Harry…?" Draco's eyes were opened wide and his lips had fallen apart. "Where are you? Harry?" he whispered again.

And then a hot mouth found his in the darkness as Harry pulled him towards bed, kissing him feverishly.

A tear slid down Draco's white cheek, and he blinked once to free another drop. He took a deep breath and brought the scissors up so that he looked directly at their sharpened edges.

And then he let the breath out and cut off the first lock of hair.

To Be Continued!

Notes: Eeee! Sorry that this took so long as well. School. Is. HELL. And I got accepted into Boston University!!!! Pre-med. Yay me. :D Oh yeah. LOL. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter – it's my favourite; I don't really know why. I must be the worst person with updates and deadlines and stuff EVER. EEEEEEE. And yes. I'm finally up and about again – after a month of being ill and being away from school. I literally have stacks of work to catch up on, and what do I do every night? Yes. Write. Heehee. You know I love you best anyway :D

Next chapter: I love angst. As long as they come with happy endings. I predict a happy ending for Ron and Hermione, and Harry sees Draco.

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I'm so glad you like my kindasmart!CrabbeGoyle…And yes, I completely agree…sometimes bears are just better thank people! :p Oh, you're such a nice person too, writing me such a wonderful review!!! :D Hope you like this chapter too!!!, Anne Phoenix, frizzy – Thank you for your review! I'm so glad you like Booboo :D I think Part 2 is mostly focused on them getting back together, so this is what this and the future chapters will be about. I think. Yes. Most likely, yes. Thank you very much for reading!!!!!!, Tasha, demongirl – Thank you for your review! I'm so glad that you like my story; your review was so sweet! I really hope you keep reading, and that you enjoyed this chapter and the future chapters as well :D Thanks for reading!, musegirl18 – New reader! I'm so happy you decided to start with this story, and I'm really glad you like it so far. Hope you enjoy this chapter too! Thank you for your review!, UltraHighDragonFly – Your review was very very sweet; thank you, and hope you keep reading!, KittenBabyGirl – Hope this chapter told you what Draco was drinking…I made it up, and there are still some details about it that I haven't made clear, but will be mentioned soon, if they are important in the story :D Thank you for your review, hope you like this chapter!, obsidian – Sorry I took so long to update, especially last time (and this time wasn't all that fast, either) but glad you enjoyed the chapter. Hope you like this one too – thank you so so much for your review!!, Lottalita – Happy ending definitely…but I'll be having a bit more fun with their angsty sides before I go back to fluffy chapters. Depressed Draco…makes me incredibly depressed, too, but I'm glad you like Booboo, despite the whole situation in the story. Best character. Wow!! Thank you!!! Booboo thanks you too!!!!!! Thank you so much for your review!, anon – Thank you very much for reading; hope you like this chapter too!!!!!, Lunadeath – It's perfectly alright that you didn't review because you're enjoying it and reading it anyway! I'm starting to think your French is better than mine, by a lot! I had to think before I could manage to write down those phrases to turn off/on Booboo…! I'm so glad you like the "minor" characters, and…angst is fun…kinda!!! Thank you very much for your review, and hope you continue to enjoy 'Clear'!, J-J – Yay! New reader! I'm so glad you're enjoying this story, and Booboo, too!, anon – and very confused – Sorry about the confusion! When I wrote that chapter, I skipped a time frame between that and the chapter before that…so it's as if there's a time gap and Chapter 15 deals with something that happened but wasn't told to you…Hope the later chapters made you less confused, and shed some light on what happened between Justin and Harry. You're not stupid – I was experimenting and should have known that people would get confused. Thank you for reading!!!, Gryffindor1 – Wow! Thank you very very much for your review! It really touches me how emotional you get when you read this – most of the guys I know are unemotional ********. So. Yes. I'm really happy you like the angst as well – hope you continue to enjoy this story!