and I can't have you
Harry pov
I watch their reactions, silently reveling in their shock and dismay. I know how I look and what they might be thinking of me right now but I don't care. I am so much more than any of them could ever be.
"What…what happened to you, Harry?" Hermione finally blurts out.
I smile, "Nothing, everything and most importantly nothing I'm going to tell you about. Let's say, I had violent summer."
Hermione mustered up her thoughts, "Was it…Voldemort?" she whispers.
"Oh god, Hermione, I don't know, maybe. Who the hell else is out to kill me?" I mock her.
Hermione's face flushes with anger and I watch with amusement, enjoying her pain and anger. It's quite a refreshing change.
"That's horrible, Harry. I was just asking a question and you…" her face scrunches up in an effort not to cry.
I feel the last vestiges of guilt towards them dissipate. They should have left it alone, left me behind my mask. Although I would have lost control eventually, I can't think strait anymore and this world of lines and perfect angles they've built me, this box they've placed me; it grates at me. I can't stand it and now the illusion is gone and I am free. The world of circles and lines can't comprehend my ability to bend and shape this world and its pathetic existence. They don't know anything at all.
I lazily push my hair back with one hand, sighing, "Harry Potter I may be but not the Harry you think you see." I spin a lock through my fingers twisting it, "I would prefer you to leave, I would like it if you forget me as your friend and live your life on. The two of you are safe and perfect together. I can see the string, the glowing crimson string upon your fingers."
"What are you talking about, Harry?" Ron asks in confusion.
Hermione stands by him, "We won't leave you, Harry. We're your friends we want to help you."
"Hmph," I snort, my mind flashing through those times in the past, all those times they weren't there and they didn't help, "What you want is not enough, you have to have the power to back up your words, to prove them true and earn trust. I don't trust either of you, except with the knowledge that I know you won't kill me." I pause, dropping the lock of twisted hair and gazing at them, "Leave me or I will be forced to modify your memories. We are no longer friends and if you persist with this we will never will have."
Hermione bites her lip, thinking; as is her habit to do. She nods finally and gently tugs on Ron's robe and begins to walk towards the dorm.
"Mione, what about-"
"Come on, Ron, let's go. I have homework to do." Hermione says levelly, her voice incredibly subtle. Ron nods in understanding and follows obediently behind.
It's very convenient, I muse as the two walk off down the hall, that Dumbledore's office is in that general direction. Finally I turn to Draco, studying his eyes and the avid curiosity in them.
I smile, "We should go get your things, Dragon. You will be staying with me from now on."
His head snaps up and his narrow violently, "I do not wish to, Master, and do beg for my own chambers." His words are of obedience, his tone of violence.
"You're mine, Dragon. Forever if I choose and what you want or wish is no concern of mine."
He snorts and shakes his head, "You caught on quick." He mutters under his breath vehemently.
I nod, smirking, "Lead the way, Dragon. Show me to your lair."
He heads off towards the dungeons and I follow, talking to him as we walk even though I know he won't answer. He doesn't understand that he is the only one I have ever given my mind to. He is the only one I tell my lost thoughts.
"The halls are endless and all the same. They go all in different directions, lead to different places but always connecting and leading to each other. there is only to follow on to find another that leads to yet another and they all follow themselves and become one single entity with their only purpose to guide, trap, hold and lead to escape. It is the human's choice to follow the will of the hall's guiding."
He snorts, not looking back, "You say that like there's another choice. Would you prefer to walk through the walls, Master?" He mocks me.
"Yes." I reply, stopping as he does so as not to run into him.
He spins around, his violent eyes of tempered steel flashing, "You can walk through walls?"
"Who can't? We are wizards here, Dragon."
He shakes his head, "Not these walls. You're not supposed to be able to walk through walls here. Hogwarts has the most powerful protective spells cast upon it, there are no stronger. It would be just as possible for Voldemort sudden show and give himself up!"
I let my eyes slide shut for a second, slipping them open a crack as I watch him. My mind moving too fast to comprehend my own thoughts.
I shake my head, "Very true and not. Voldemort could not come here because he doesn't have the capabilities. On the other hand, I can do whatever I want and no one can stop me…well, except one person. That's the reason you offered yourself up isn't it? You know my power, never underestimate it."
He sneers, spinning away from me he continues down the halls to the dungeons, "Are you saying that Dumbledore is more powerful than Voldemort, that he's only on that can stop you?"
"No," we stop in front of a snarling angry portrait that haughtily demands a password, "Dragon, you are the only one that could stop me."
"What?" He chokes out.
I walk over to the wall and lean back against it, closing my eyes, "Get your things, I won't embarrass you here, your former dorm mates are likely able to try and kill me. I don't wish to be put in a situation where I have to defend myself. People have a tendency to die when that happens."
He nods stiffly and disappears into the portrait. Minutes pass which I spend drawing dust towards me and carefully arranging it into the image of a snake with it's head cut off at the entrance of the Slytherin portal. As Draco reemerges from the Slytherin common I gently set a thick protection spell over the design, marveling how he draws the power of the spell even unconsciously.
He comes to stand in front of me, half bowing rigidly, "I have returned, Master."
I nod, heading back down the halls with Draco following mutely behind. I can feel his gaze on the back of my neck, searing two holes there as if doing so would allow him access to my mind, to understand me.
I stop in a desolate hallway, unlike others this hallway contains no portraits or suits of shining armor, no one watches here.
I turn to Draco, "Are you ready to walk through walls that are closed to you?"
"What?" He half glares at me in confusion.
"Hold on and I'll show you." I grasp his hand tightly, blocking off his weak instinctive draw of power, shuddering as I do so.
His hand is limp and his gaze hard, I tighten my grip on him and smile as I step into the wall and pull him with me. On the other side my room awaits. It's simple plain furnishings bearing not color or seal of any house. I release Draco's hand. Going over to the fireplace I gently call it to flame, bringing instant light and warmth to the drab room.
"How did you do that?" the question floats over to me.
I shift around to look at Draco, his eyes filled with confusion and wonder, "Do you mean the fire, or something else perhaps, Dragon?"
"All of it, any of it. How can you have so much power and need no wand or words to control it?"
I smile, lowering myself in one of the overstuffed chairs before the fire, watching the dancing flames within the grate, "I can only do what I do by how I do it and wish it were true."
Suddenly he is beside me, his anger radiating like the heat from fire only so much sweeter, "Why talk in riddles? You don't have to answer me. Why not remain silent?"
"Riddles are more interesting of course." I reply softly, "Riddles are easier than trying collect my thought enough to speak as what you would perceive normal. There are simply too many words and ideas in my head to remain silent, I would destroy myself otherwise."
He comes around the chair and stands before me. Slowly he lowers himself to the floor, kneeling at my feet and looking up at me. I smile in wonder at him. All the blood lust I had for him before fades in his presence, the longer I have him, the more he is near, the more I wish to protect him and keep him safe. I no longer want to hurt Draco Malfoy. Perhaps is it because I have him, one of those things I could not before. I want him forever and safe, keep him to myself and share with no one.
"What are you, Master?" He asks almost to himself, "Why? I have only heard you speak to me as you do, as your true self. Broken, alone…the two of us."
Draco pov.
I don't even know what I am saying anymore. I sound like him now. I hate being touched, I hate him and I am his for the entirety of my life. Is this what it's like to concede defeat? To have no more hope left and throw your fate in the hands of someone you despise. I've given up. I can't even feel the anger any more. It's all just this empty grey world, waiting for death or life to come.
Harry Potter, Master, God. He owns my body but not my mind or my soul, how long is it before he takes those too? Before he realizes he doesn't have them and takes them for himself. Fear and anger. Anger is gone, fear replaced by servitude.
If I were to be standing with Voldemort at this moment, to have pledged myself to him and have his mark burned upon my arm. He would have killed me or whipped me for my outward hostility towards his Mastery. How long is it before my true Master tires of my anger towards him, before he hurts me or kills me. If I am only a novelty then am I only provking my own demise?
He is my Master, I have pledged myself to him and he should be given complete obedience and submission. If not for him but to save myself as well.