A/N: Aha!!! I updated in time!!! **Sighs** I have SO many tests next week,
I'm not sure if I'll be able to finish writing it on time (but I'll manage
somehow). Okay, I know the last chapter was a short one, so I'm going to
make it up to you guys in this chapter by making it longer. It took me
hours to write! I'm estimating about 2 more chapters until this story is
FINISHED!!! I can't wait to scribble the large "The End" in my story
notebook. =] Though I'll miss writing this.
I hit 300 reviews on either September 21st or 22nd (Tom Felton's birthday ^.^) Thanks for ALL those who have reviewed my story, I read each and every one of your comments and they are all very supporting. So thanks once again!!! I complete the OTHER story I was planning to write. Shh!
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"Draco," Lucius Malfoy said surprised once Draco arrived back home. "Why are you back?"
"I got home sick," Draco said coolly.
For a second Lucius gave Draco a curious searching look, before nodding.
"Well, welcome back," Lucius said dryly, turning back to his paperwork.
Draco looked at the man before him. Why did he have to have an arrogant bastard for a father? What was his mother thinking when she said, "I do"?
"Why are you still here?" Lucius snapped irritated. "Don't you have better things to do?"
"I need to ask you about something."
"Go on, hurry up."
"Dumbledore told the whole school about the letter he received from you- "
"Ah, good, good."
"Father.........why are you warning them beforehand?" Draco asked, ignoring the glare he got from his father.
"Who the hell taught you how to be nosy?" Lucius snapped.
"I'm just asking," Draco said stiffly.
For a moment, Lucius tried staring holes into Draco's' head, hoping he would just go away, but he didn't move form his spot. Lucius put down his quill and leaned against his armchair. Draco started tapping his foot, hoping he'll annoy his father into telling him. For a split second, a muscle in Lucius's face twitched, and Draco was ready to bolt out of the room in case his father casts one of the unforgivable, but Lucius only shifted in his seat. They looked at each other with great dislike until his father spoke.
"The Dark Lord decided to have a little fun confusing Dumbledore, I of course supported the idea."
Suck up, Draco thought bitterly.
"That still doesn't explain-"
"The war is before the damn date, way before then you think," Lucius drawled, eyeing Draco up and down suddenly suspecting something. "Your not going to tell anyone are you?"
"No," Draco replied.
He stared hard at his son apparently still un-convinced, but waved him off in the end. Draco gladly walked out of his father's office, closing the door after him. Now that he has found out about the date, he can go back. Problem is, his father would defiantly come father him knowing he's spying for Dumbledore at once. The hope in gathering Harry in his arms again vanished, and Draco frowned sadly. The only thing he can do is warn Dumbledore.
After writing what was supposed to be a short note that ended up long, Draco headed up to the Owlery. It was something quite hard to do. There was something glinting in Lucius's eyes when he asked Draco whether he was planning to tell anyone; the thought made chills run through his body. House elves (Most likely they were on Lucius's orders) kept popping out, welcoming him home by offering snacks.
"Will you just leave me alone?" Draco snapped angrily. "Or I'll get you sacked.........ALL of you!"
That was when Draco finally made it to the Owlery.
"Take this to Dumbledore," Draco whispered to his eagle owl. "Don't get sidetracked, got it?"
"Well, well, well," said an amused voice. "Who knew my son of all people is a traitor?"
Draco whipped around meeting his father's cold gray eyes. Draco could feel his heart pounding, what was he supposed to do now? He couldn't get past his father without having a couple hexes thrown at him, nor could he jump out the window. He looked quickly around, searching for a way to escape.
"Oh you wont be going anywhere," Lucius said, Draco could see the fury building in his father's voice. "In fact, you wont be going anywhere, anymore."
Before Draco could blink, Lucius shouted a spell. With a loud crack, he was bound tightly with a rope.
"GO!" Draco shouted at his owl, making him take flight in alarm.
"NO!" Lucius growled pointing his wand at Draco's owl. "GET BACK HERE!"
Draco drew up all his strength and threw himself at his father, knocking him over. Lucius stood up almost immediately, casting an angry glance outside. Draco gulped once his father towered over him, wand still in his hand.
"Crucio," Lucius said through gritted teeth.
If only Draco's screams were any loud enough, they could have reached Hogwarts.........
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Where am I? Who am I? How did I get here? Draco opened his eyes wearily and took a glance around.
Oh yeah.........the dungeons in Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy, sent Dumbledore a letter, curse-
Draco let out a muffled groan and realized he was bound tightly to a chair, with a piece of cloth tied around his mouth. He could feel the dried blood cracking as he turned his head. This is unbelievable; he is tied up in a chair down in the cold dungeons, all because of his stupid father. Things couldn't get any worse.
The dungeon door opened with a loud bang and Lucius Malfoy walked in, flanked by 2 bulky Death Eaters. Draco closed his eyes, resting his pounding headache.
"Water," Lucius ordered.
For a second, Draco thought his father came down to have a little warning chat and tea, but the next thing that happened proved him very wrong. The 2 Death Eaters dumped 2 buckets of scorching hot water on Draco. Draco turned his head and the water poured down his neck, burning his pale flesh. He breathed deeply waiting for more to come, but nothing happened. He could hear Lucius approaching him by the loud clicking sound of his boots.
"Look at me," Lucius said.
Draco's eyes remained closed and he didn't move a single muscle.
"I said LOOK-AT-ME," Lucius slapped him across the neck.
Draco hissed in pain and slowly turned to his father; hating every single little thing about this man. How he wishes he should have killed him in his sleep earlier.
"You've been crying," Lucius said coldly.
Draco could only gather enough strength to glare heatedly at him. Lucius ignored it and wiped the single tear cascading down Draco's cheek. Draco jerked away moodily.
"Knife........."
One of the Death Eaters stepped forward and handed him a shiny dagger. Lucius touched the blade, admiring its sharp beauty, before waving it in front of Draco.
"Usually we just kill the spies we find but since you're my son, I decided to be.........a bit more creative perhaps?" Lucius said, his breath ghosting across Draco's burning neck. "Your very, very special Draco." He trailed the tip of the dagger across Draco's neck, enjoying the terrified look on his face. "There are just so many ways I can use to torture you. Maybe I should slit your throat and let you drain yourself dry hmm? Slow and painful."
Draco winced and looked at Lucius praying he'll just go away
"I think I'll do just that, I like my idea."
Lucius pressed the dagger closer to Draco's throat, drawing a long gash.
"Not deep enough," Lucius said smirking. "Maybe I should carve the Malfoy rules on your back, to remind you how to be one? Now that I like. It'll leave you screaming like a girl for hours." He drew back. "Speaking of girls, maybe I should let you get fucked like one?"
Draco's eyes widened and he tried to edge away; shaking his head would only increase his throbbing headache.
"Lucius," a voice from the doorway said. "The lord wants you."
Lucius scowled and punched Draco hard in the stomach.
"We'll finish this little torture later," he hissed pinching Draco's burnt and cut neck, before sweeping out of the dungeons.
Draco slumped in the chair wishing he could see Harry one last time, before his father returns and finishes him off. But it didn't seem like his wish could be granted. Draco looked up when the dungeon door opened and in stepped a thin masked figure, with long blond hair. The person drew closer to Draco, who tried to get away frantically.
"No, no, it's okay Draco, it's me," Narcissa soothed him.
Draco didn't know why, but immediately he began to cry, tears after tears showered down his cheeks.
"Oh honey, don't cry," Narcissa said, eyes beginning to water. She quickly wiped them away and drew out a dagger, cutting the rope.
Draco stumbled out of the chair and collapsed on the dirty floor. Narcissa picked him up slowly into a standing position, and hugged her beloved son.
"I'm so sorry Draco," Narcissa whispered. "I should have came earlier, but I couldn't. Your father had those wretched Death Eaters watch me. He knew I would come after you. Thank God for the meeting."
"Mum," Draco cried, his voice hoarse. "I need to.........I don't want to s-stay here."
Narcissa smoothed out his hair, "I know. Listen well. You're going to wear this mask and cloak. I have Star waiting for you with a broom. It's the only way out of here; the carriages are blocked up. Just go straight down the halls and you'll see her."
"What about you?" Draco asked panicking.
"I'll be fine, go!" Narcissa said, handing him her black robe and mask.
Draco quickly put the mask on his face and slipped on the cloak.
"Come with me."
"No."
"Mum!"
"Just GO!"
Draco lifted his mask off and pecked her on the cheek.
"Thanks," Draco said, making sure the mask is put on correctly.
"Be careful........."
"I will."
Draco urged his feet to go faster as soon as he got out of the dungeons. His sprained ankle wasn't doing much good. He had to support himself with the wall. He met up with Star, who quickly gave him the broom and led him to the guest room.
"Through the window, go south Master Draco!" Star piped.
Draco nodded and swung his injured ankle over the broom, wincing as he does so.
"Don't look back sir!"
Draco kicked off with his other foot and flew out the window following Star's advice, never looking back.
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"Oh my!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked with alarm when she noticed Draco outside on his broom.
After letting him in, Draco slumped to the floor, using the last strength to utter.
"Harry........."
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Once Harry got word Draco was back, he quickly ran up to Dumbledore to demand where he is. His blood ran cold when he knew Draco was in the Hospital Wing.
Several days have gone by, and Draco still has not woke up yet. True he was still breathing, but Harry started thinking about the negative consequences again. What if Draco stops breathing in the middle of the night while he, Harry, was sleeping? That led to staying up throughout night and day, watching Draco. Though Madam Pomfrey threatened to suspend Harry, he did not care; he remained seated.
5 days later, Harry woke up cursing himself for falling asleep. The first thing that came to his mind was Draco. He was surprised when he noticed Draco awake, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, while Madam Pomfrey changed his Band-Aids.
"Draco!" Harry mumbled happily, hugging his boyfriend.
Draco hissed in pain and Harry quickly let go.
"How are you?" Harry asked taking his hand.
"My head hurts a lot," Draco commented, his voice raspy from non-use.
"Your still here?" Madam Pomfrey said looking at Harry tutting. "Poor boy haven't ate nor slept in days.
"Why?" Draco frowned disapprovingly as well.
"Stayed right by your side through night and day. Not even a bogey curse can keep him away."
"I can take care of myself you know," Draco said quietly.
"I know," Harry smiled.
The large weight that lay in Harry's heart finally lifted seeing Draco better. He wanted to just throw himself on the blond and kiss him to oblivious, but noticing all the cuts and bruises, Harry decided against it. He didn't want Draco to experience more pain then he already probably had.
Draco winced a few times when Madam Pomfrey tapped her wand on his bruises, but that was all he did.
"You're a quiet one today. Usually you'd be threatening to hand me over to your father if I don't cure you faster," Madam Pomfrey said raising a thin eyebrow.
"Not today," Draco said managing a small weak smile.
How Harry missed that genuine smile of his. Sometimes it made him wonder why he didn't notice Draco until last year. He clearly is the most gorgeous man on earth (A/N: Pfft, no shit), there's no doubt about that. Maybe it was the arrogant prick he was. Harry smiled amused at the memory of the corridor fights they had. The love behind the masked hate was visible, but they were too blind to take notice.
"Thinking about me?" Draco's voice made Harry drift back to reality.
Harry smiled, "Yes."
Draco smiled back. Madam Pomfrey finished healing the bruises and left, muttering about finding a way to make Harry rest. Draco put down the mug on a table next to his bed and turned to Harry. His expression changed into a serious one.
"Did Dumbledore get my owl?"
"I think so.........or he wouldn't have told me your work is finished."
"But what if-"
"There are no 'what ifs' left. Dumbledore found enough information he needed. You don't have to go back anymore."
Draco sighed, "I can't go back anyways."
Harry frowned, "So what happened? You nearly scared me to death when I found you lying on the bed, with all the cuts and bruises, and the nasty burn on your neck." Harry's green eyes trailed to his neck and furrowed his eyebrows. "Who did this to you?"
"My father," Draco said before quickly adding. "It's better now."
Harry watched as Draco lifted a hand and touched it, wincing as he does so, trying to prove it's healed.
"Liar," Harry mumbled.
"Fine, so what if it hurt a teeny bit?"
"Then I'll send a curse at your father the next time we see him."
Draco chuckled softly, "You can might as well kill him, since the next time you see him will be during the war."
The war.........those words chilled Harry to the spine. He has never been dreading something this bad before.
"So what happened?" Harry asked curiously.
Draco hesitated before answering, "My father found out........."
"About?"
"Oh use your brains," Draco snapped.
Harry winced at the tone of Draco's voce. Not wanting to start a fight again, he decided to say nothing and look away.
"I-I'm sorry," Draco mumbled.
"It doesn't matter.........so are you saying your father found out about you being a spy?"
Draco nodded and Harry's eyes widened.
"B-But wha-?"
"I escaped," Draco said as if reading Harry's mind. "With the help from my mother." Draco told Harry the whole thing and watched as many emotions flashed through his face. At first it was a worried expression, then angry, then sad, angry again, and finally relief.
Harry couldn't believe the things Lucius had done to Draco.
"Shouldn't he find out by now you've escaped?" Harry asked.
"Probably........."
They lapsed in silence. Draco feeling worried his father might come to Hogwarts and collect him back to the Manor. He never wanted to go back again. But his mother.........would Lucius find out that it was with her help Draco escaped? Draco couldn't bring himself to imagine what type of torture they would use on her if they found out. Draco looked out the window; he couldn't believe the war was coming so soon. Were they prepared enough? Was Harry prepared enough? Does Dumbledore have a plan cooking in his mind? Draco bit his lips. If they weren't, the Wizarding world is doomed.
The sky was a reddish orange colour, mixed with a bit of dark blue, and not a single cloud can be seen in the beautiful sky. The sun was slowly setting down over some snow-covered mountains in the far distance. Somehow, there was an un-easy feeling he couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was the nervousness. But it was so calm, the sky, the air, everything. He did not like this feeling at all. It was a bit eerie. The silence was so deadly, Draco could hear Harry breathe..........then hiss in pain.
Draco snapped his attention to Harry who was clutching his scar.
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "MADAM POMFREY!"
Harry's scar was burning enough to make him want to die. The pain increased every second of the ticking clock.
"What's wrong Mr. Mal-,"Madam Pomfrey gasped and quickly bustled over. "Mr. Potter!"
"He's mad........." Harry said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes. "Their coming."
"Who? Voldemort?" Draco panicked.
"NO!" Harry said panting before letting out a loud scream.
Draco tried getting out of bed to comfort Harry, but Madam Pomfrey stopped him.
"Their getting-so-close!" Harry yelled.
Madam Pomfrey helped Harry on a bed and got out a potion.
"Drink it," she ordered.
NO!" Harry flung out an arm and knocked the potion away.
Madam Pomfrey sighed annoyed but stopped.
"Harry-"Draco tried to say.
"Shh!" Madam Pomfrey put a finger to her lips, listening hard.
There was a dead silence again, except for Harry's hard breathing. Draco raised a eyebrow and listened closely too for any sound. For a moment, there was nothing until he heard screams from outside of the infirmary.
"DEMENTORS!" Someone yelled.
McGonagall barged in, "POPPY! We need all of Hogwart's staff to help, QUICK, HURRY! Bring your wand and head straight up to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Password.........there IS NO PASSWORD!"
"W-What?" Madam Pomfrey gasped.
"You'll know once you get there," McGonagall said quickly. "HURRY! Potter, you come too!"
The 2 adults left leaving Harry and Draco alone. Draco watched as Harry took out his wand and made his way to the door.
"HARRY! DON'T GO!" Draco yelled.
"I have to, they need me."
"B-But you-"
"I'm okay. Stay here, I'll be right back."
With that, Harry left, closing the door after him. Draco got up from bed, only to fall down because of his sprained ankle. Draco stayed on the floor for what seemed like hours, waiting for Harry's return. He strained his ear to listen to the screams in the corridors. Draco slowly got up after hearing the screams go outside, and limped to the window, wincing along the way. Students of all houses were standing huddled in one large group together. A couple of teachers were tending a few, while others were on the look out. He watched McGonagall come out and says something, making all the worried and scared students look relieved. Draco noticed one of the Patil twins crying on a girl's shoulder.
The door banged open and at once teachers strolled in, levitated several bodies. Draco saw the other Patil twin on a stretcher, and immediately knew why her sister was crying. Draco waited anxiously for Harry. A nasty thought entered his mind, worrying that Harry would come in on a stretcher, but he broke into a smile when Harry rushed in with only a cut on his cheek.
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed.
Harry walked over since it hurt for Draco to move, and embraced him in a hug. Draco hugged back, loving the feeling of hugging the one he loves.
"What happened?" Draco asked rubbing Harry's back.
Without pulling back, Harry explained, "The Dementors somehow got into the Ravenclaw Common room. I think they found another secret passage ad entered while everyone was asleep. They attacked of course, only Padma got seriously injured."
"What do you mean?"
"Dementor's Kiss."
"Oh."
"I know you don't care but you should have sent he way Pavarti was crying when she found out. Hermione's with her right now."
"What happened here?" Draco asked, tracing a finger on his cheek.
"Just a little scratch, the Dementors died. A few got away," Harry said frowning. "Their bodies are still in the common room."
"I don't care if they got away, as long as you're safe," Draco mumbled hugging Harry tighter. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry."
"Boys," Madam Pomfrey said, making them pull away. She smiled "There will be more time for that later, I need to clean up that cut of yours Pot- "
BOOM!
The ground shook as if it was some sort of earthquake; many potions fell to the floor and shattered on the floor, making a mess. Some beds moved sideways and almost all the people fell over. Draco found Harry's hand and gripped it once the lights went out. Once again, there was another silence before panicking screams broke over outside.
Many teachers left immediately. Draco tightened his grip on Harry's hand, making sure he doesn't leave either. Harry looked out the window and horror settled upon his face. His green eyes widened and he opened his mouth disbelievingly. Draco, being confused, looked out too and was met with a horrible realization. The war. Floating in the now dark sky filled with red smoke was the Dark Mark. As ugly as it was, more screams filled the sky, terrifying some owls in the trees.
Dumbledore walked in looking very tired.
"Albus! W-What?" Madam Pomfrey stuttered, un-able to string words together.
Dumbledore rested his eyes before speaking, "It has begun."
A/N: Woo! 16 pages! Aha, long eh? That should make up for last chapter's shortness. Make sure you review!
I hit 300 reviews on either September 21st or 22nd (Tom Felton's birthday ^.^) Thanks for ALL those who have reviewed my story, I read each and every one of your comments and they are all very supporting. So thanks once again!!! I complete the OTHER story I was planning to write. Shh!
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"Draco," Lucius Malfoy said surprised once Draco arrived back home. "Why are you back?"
"I got home sick," Draco said coolly.
For a second Lucius gave Draco a curious searching look, before nodding.
"Well, welcome back," Lucius said dryly, turning back to his paperwork.
Draco looked at the man before him. Why did he have to have an arrogant bastard for a father? What was his mother thinking when she said, "I do"?
"Why are you still here?" Lucius snapped irritated. "Don't you have better things to do?"
"I need to ask you about something."
"Go on, hurry up."
"Dumbledore told the whole school about the letter he received from you- "
"Ah, good, good."
"Father.........why are you warning them beforehand?" Draco asked, ignoring the glare he got from his father.
"Who the hell taught you how to be nosy?" Lucius snapped.
"I'm just asking," Draco said stiffly.
For a moment, Lucius tried staring holes into Draco's' head, hoping he would just go away, but he didn't move form his spot. Lucius put down his quill and leaned against his armchair. Draco started tapping his foot, hoping he'll annoy his father into telling him. For a split second, a muscle in Lucius's face twitched, and Draco was ready to bolt out of the room in case his father casts one of the unforgivable, but Lucius only shifted in his seat. They looked at each other with great dislike until his father spoke.
"The Dark Lord decided to have a little fun confusing Dumbledore, I of course supported the idea."
Suck up, Draco thought bitterly.
"That still doesn't explain-"
"The war is before the damn date, way before then you think," Lucius drawled, eyeing Draco up and down suddenly suspecting something. "Your not going to tell anyone are you?"
"No," Draco replied.
He stared hard at his son apparently still un-convinced, but waved him off in the end. Draco gladly walked out of his father's office, closing the door after him. Now that he has found out about the date, he can go back. Problem is, his father would defiantly come father him knowing he's spying for Dumbledore at once. The hope in gathering Harry in his arms again vanished, and Draco frowned sadly. The only thing he can do is warn Dumbledore.
After writing what was supposed to be a short note that ended up long, Draco headed up to the Owlery. It was something quite hard to do. There was something glinting in Lucius's eyes when he asked Draco whether he was planning to tell anyone; the thought made chills run through his body. House elves (Most likely they were on Lucius's orders) kept popping out, welcoming him home by offering snacks.
"Will you just leave me alone?" Draco snapped angrily. "Or I'll get you sacked.........ALL of you!"
That was when Draco finally made it to the Owlery.
"Take this to Dumbledore," Draco whispered to his eagle owl. "Don't get sidetracked, got it?"
"Well, well, well," said an amused voice. "Who knew my son of all people is a traitor?"
Draco whipped around meeting his father's cold gray eyes. Draco could feel his heart pounding, what was he supposed to do now? He couldn't get past his father without having a couple hexes thrown at him, nor could he jump out the window. He looked quickly around, searching for a way to escape.
"Oh you wont be going anywhere," Lucius said, Draco could see the fury building in his father's voice. "In fact, you wont be going anywhere, anymore."
Before Draco could blink, Lucius shouted a spell. With a loud crack, he was bound tightly with a rope.
"GO!" Draco shouted at his owl, making him take flight in alarm.
"NO!" Lucius growled pointing his wand at Draco's owl. "GET BACK HERE!"
Draco drew up all his strength and threw himself at his father, knocking him over. Lucius stood up almost immediately, casting an angry glance outside. Draco gulped once his father towered over him, wand still in his hand.
"Crucio," Lucius said through gritted teeth.
If only Draco's screams were any loud enough, they could have reached Hogwarts.........
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Where am I? Who am I? How did I get here? Draco opened his eyes wearily and took a glance around.
Oh yeah.........the dungeons in Malfoy Manor, Draco Malfoy, sent Dumbledore a letter, curse-
Draco let out a muffled groan and realized he was bound tightly to a chair, with a piece of cloth tied around his mouth. He could feel the dried blood cracking as he turned his head. This is unbelievable; he is tied up in a chair down in the cold dungeons, all because of his stupid father. Things couldn't get any worse.
The dungeon door opened with a loud bang and Lucius Malfoy walked in, flanked by 2 bulky Death Eaters. Draco closed his eyes, resting his pounding headache.
"Water," Lucius ordered.
For a second, Draco thought his father came down to have a little warning chat and tea, but the next thing that happened proved him very wrong. The 2 Death Eaters dumped 2 buckets of scorching hot water on Draco. Draco turned his head and the water poured down his neck, burning his pale flesh. He breathed deeply waiting for more to come, but nothing happened. He could hear Lucius approaching him by the loud clicking sound of his boots.
"Look at me," Lucius said.
Draco's eyes remained closed and he didn't move a single muscle.
"I said LOOK-AT-ME," Lucius slapped him across the neck.
Draco hissed in pain and slowly turned to his father; hating every single little thing about this man. How he wishes he should have killed him in his sleep earlier.
"You've been crying," Lucius said coldly.
Draco could only gather enough strength to glare heatedly at him. Lucius ignored it and wiped the single tear cascading down Draco's cheek. Draco jerked away moodily.
"Knife........."
One of the Death Eaters stepped forward and handed him a shiny dagger. Lucius touched the blade, admiring its sharp beauty, before waving it in front of Draco.
"Usually we just kill the spies we find but since you're my son, I decided to be.........a bit more creative perhaps?" Lucius said, his breath ghosting across Draco's burning neck. "Your very, very special Draco." He trailed the tip of the dagger across Draco's neck, enjoying the terrified look on his face. "There are just so many ways I can use to torture you. Maybe I should slit your throat and let you drain yourself dry hmm? Slow and painful."
Draco winced and looked at Lucius praying he'll just go away
"I think I'll do just that, I like my idea."
Lucius pressed the dagger closer to Draco's throat, drawing a long gash.
"Not deep enough," Lucius said smirking. "Maybe I should carve the Malfoy rules on your back, to remind you how to be one? Now that I like. It'll leave you screaming like a girl for hours." He drew back. "Speaking of girls, maybe I should let you get fucked like one?"
Draco's eyes widened and he tried to edge away; shaking his head would only increase his throbbing headache.
"Lucius," a voice from the doorway said. "The lord wants you."
Lucius scowled and punched Draco hard in the stomach.
"We'll finish this little torture later," he hissed pinching Draco's burnt and cut neck, before sweeping out of the dungeons.
Draco slumped in the chair wishing he could see Harry one last time, before his father returns and finishes him off. But it didn't seem like his wish could be granted. Draco looked up when the dungeon door opened and in stepped a thin masked figure, with long blond hair. The person drew closer to Draco, who tried to get away frantically.
"No, no, it's okay Draco, it's me," Narcissa soothed him.
Draco didn't know why, but immediately he began to cry, tears after tears showered down his cheeks.
"Oh honey, don't cry," Narcissa said, eyes beginning to water. She quickly wiped them away and drew out a dagger, cutting the rope.
Draco stumbled out of the chair and collapsed on the dirty floor. Narcissa picked him up slowly into a standing position, and hugged her beloved son.
"I'm so sorry Draco," Narcissa whispered. "I should have came earlier, but I couldn't. Your father had those wretched Death Eaters watch me. He knew I would come after you. Thank God for the meeting."
"Mum," Draco cried, his voice hoarse. "I need to.........I don't want to s-stay here."
Narcissa smoothed out his hair, "I know. Listen well. You're going to wear this mask and cloak. I have Star waiting for you with a broom. It's the only way out of here; the carriages are blocked up. Just go straight down the halls and you'll see her."
"What about you?" Draco asked panicking.
"I'll be fine, go!" Narcissa said, handing him her black robe and mask.
Draco quickly put the mask on his face and slipped on the cloak.
"Come with me."
"No."
"Mum!"
"Just GO!"
Draco lifted his mask off and pecked her on the cheek.
"Thanks," Draco said, making sure the mask is put on correctly.
"Be careful........."
"I will."
Draco urged his feet to go faster as soon as he got out of the dungeons. His sprained ankle wasn't doing much good. He had to support himself with the wall. He met up with Star, who quickly gave him the broom and led him to the guest room.
"Through the window, go south Master Draco!" Star piped.
Draco nodded and swung his injured ankle over the broom, wincing as he does so.
"Don't look back sir!"
Draco kicked off with his other foot and flew out the window following Star's advice, never looking back.
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"Oh my!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked with alarm when she noticed Draco outside on his broom.
After letting him in, Draco slumped to the floor, using the last strength to utter.
"Harry........."
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Once Harry got word Draco was back, he quickly ran up to Dumbledore to demand where he is. His blood ran cold when he knew Draco was in the Hospital Wing.
Several days have gone by, and Draco still has not woke up yet. True he was still breathing, but Harry started thinking about the negative consequences again. What if Draco stops breathing in the middle of the night while he, Harry, was sleeping? That led to staying up throughout night and day, watching Draco. Though Madam Pomfrey threatened to suspend Harry, he did not care; he remained seated.
5 days later, Harry woke up cursing himself for falling asleep. The first thing that came to his mind was Draco. He was surprised when he noticed Draco awake, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, while Madam Pomfrey changed his Band-Aids.
"Draco!" Harry mumbled happily, hugging his boyfriend.
Draco hissed in pain and Harry quickly let go.
"How are you?" Harry asked taking his hand.
"My head hurts a lot," Draco commented, his voice raspy from non-use.
"Your still here?" Madam Pomfrey said looking at Harry tutting. "Poor boy haven't ate nor slept in days.
"Why?" Draco frowned disapprovingly as well.
"Stayed right by your side through night and day. Not even a bogey curse can keep him away."
"I can take care of myself you know," Draco said quietly.
"I know," Harry smiled.
The large weight that lay in Harry's heart finally lifted seeing Draco better. He wanted to just throw himself on the blond and kiss him to oblivious, but noticing all the cuts and bruises, Harry decided against it. He didn't want Draco to experience more pain then he already probably had.
Draco winced a few times when Madam Pomfrey tapped her wand on his bruises, but that was all he did.
"You're a quiet one today. Usually you'd be threatening to hand me over to your father if I don't cure you faster," Madam Pomfrey said raising a thin eyebrow.
"Not today," Draco said managing a small weak smile.
How Harry missed that genuine smile of his. Sometimes it made him wonder why he didn't notice Draco until last year. He clearly is the most gorgeous man on earth (A/N: Pfft, no shit), there's no doubt about that. Maybe it was the arrogant prick he was. Harry smiled amused at the memory of the corridor fights they had. The love behind the masked hate was visible, but they were too blind to take notice.
"Thinking about me?" Draco's voice made Harry drift back to reality.
Harry smiled, "Yes."
Draco smiled back. Madam Pomfrey finished healing the bruises and left, muttering about finding a way to make Harry rest. Draco put down the mug on a table next to his bed and turned to Harry. His expression changed into a serious one.
"Did Dumbledore get my owl?"
"I think so.........or he wouldn't have told me your work is finished."
"But what if-"
"There are no 'what ifs' left. Dumbledore found enough information he needed. You don't have to go back anymore."
Draco sighed, "I can't go back anyways."
Harry frowned, "So what happened? You nearly scared me to death when I found you lying on the bed, with all the cuts and bruises, and the nasty burn on your neck." Harry's green eyes trailed to his neck and furrowed his eyebrows. "Who did this to you?"
"My father," Draco said before quickly adding. "It's better now."
Harry watched as Draco lifted a hand and touched it, wincing as he does so, trying to prove it's healed.
"Liar," Harry mumbled.
"Fine, so what if it hurt a teeny bit?"
"Then I'll send a curse at your father the next time we see him."
Draco chuckled softly, "You can might as well kill him, since the next time you see him will be during the war."
The war.........those words chilled Harry to the spine. He has never been dreading something this bad before.
"So what happened?" Harry asked curiously.
Draco hesitated before answering, "My father found out........."
"About?"
"Oh use your brains," Draco snapped.
Harry winced at the tone of Draco's voce. Not wanting to start a fight again, he decided to say nothing and look away.
"I-I'm sorry," Draco mumbled.
"It doesn't matter.........so are you saying your father found out about you being a spy?"
Draco nodded and Harry's eyes widened.
"B-But wha-?"
"I escaped," Draco said as if reading Harry's mind. "With the help from my mother." Draco told Harry the whole thing and watched as many emotions flashed through his face. At first it was a worried expression, then angry, then sad, angry again, and finally relief.
Harry couldn't believe the things Lucius had done to Draco.
"Shouldn't he find out by now you've escaped?" Harry asked.
"Probably........."
They lapsed in silence. Draco feeling worried his father might come to Hogwarts and collect him back to the Manor. He never wanted to go back again. But his mother.........would Lucius find out that it was with her help Draco escaped? Draco couldn't bring himself to imagine what type of torture they would use on her if they found out. Draco looked out the window; he couldn't believe the war was coming so soon. Were they prepared enough? Was Harry prepared enough? Does Dumbledore have a plan cooking in his mind? Draco bit his lips. If they weren't, the Wizarding world is doomed.
The sky was a reddish orange colour, mixed with a bit of dark blue, and not a single cloud can be seen in the beautiful sky. The sun was slowly setting down over some snow-covered mountains in the far distance. Somehow, there was an un-easy feeling he couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was the nervousness. But it was so calm, the sky, the air, everything. He did not like this feeling at all. It was a bit eerie. The silence was so deadly, Draco could hear Harry breathe..........then hiss in pain.
Draco snapped his attention to Harry who was clutching his scar.
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "MADAM POMFREY!"
Harry's scar was burning enough to make him want to die. The pain increased every second of the ticking clock.
"What's wrong Mr. Mal-,"Madam Pomfrey gasped and quickly bustled over. "Mr. Potter!"
"He's mad........." Harry said through gritted teeth, closing his eyes. "Their coming."
"Who? Voldemort?" Draco panicked.
"NO!" Harry said panting before letting out a loud scream.
Draco tried getting out of bed to comfort Harry, but Madam Pomfrey stopped him.
"Their getting-so-close!" Harry yelled.
Madam Pomfrey helped Harry on a bed and got out a potion.
"Drink it," she ordered.
NO!" Harry flung out an arm and knocked the potion away.
Madam Pomfrey sighed annoyed but stopped.
"Harry-"Draco tried to say.
"Shh!" Madam Pomfrey put a finger to her lips, listening hard.
There was a dead silence again, except for Harry's hard breathing. Draco raised a eyebrow and listened closely too for any sound. For a moment, there was nothing until he heard screams from outside of the infirmary.
"DEMENTORS!" Someone yelled.
McGonagall barged in, "POPPY! We need all of Hogwart's staff to help, QUICK, HURRY! Bring your wand and head straight up to the Ravenclaw Common Room. Password.........there IS NO PASSWORD!"
"W-What?" Madam Pomfrey gasped.
"You'll know once you get there," McGonagall said quickly. "HURRY! Potter, you come too!"
The 2 adults left leaving Harry and Draco alone. Draco watched as Harry took out his wand and made his way to the door.
"HARRY! DON'T GO!" Draco yelled.
"I have to, they need me."
"B-But you-"
"I'm okay. Stay here, I'll be right back."
With that, Harry left, closing the door after him. Draco got up from bed, only to fall down because of his sprained ankle. Draco stayed on the floor for what seemed like hours, waiting for Harry's return. He strained his ear to listen to the screams in the corridors. Draco slowly got up after hearing the screams go outside, and limped to the window, wincing along the way. Students of all houses were standing huddled in one large group together. A couple of teachers were tending a few, while others were on the look out. He watched McGonagall come out and says something, making all the worried and scared students look relieved. Draco noticed one of the Patil twins crying on a girl's shoulder.
The door banged open and at once teachers strolled in, levitated several bodies. Draco saw the other Patil twin on a stretcher, and immediately knew why her sister was crying. Draco waited anxiously for Harry. A nasty thought entered his mind, worrying that Harry would come in on a stretcher, but he broke into a smile when Harry rushed in with only a cut on his cheek.
"Harry!" Draco exclaimed.
Harry walked over since it hurt for Draco to move, and embraced him in a hug. Draco hugged back, loving the feeling of hugging the one he loves.
"What happened?" Draco asked rubbing Harry's back.
Without pulling back, Harry explained, "The Dementors somehow got into the Ravenclaw Common room. I think they found another secret passage ad entered while everyone was asleep. They attacked of course, only Padma got seriously injured."
"What do you mean?"
"Dementor's Kiss."
"Oh."
"I know you don't care but you should have sent he way Pavarti was crying when she found out. Hermione's with her right now."
"What happened here?" Draco asked, tracing a finger on his cheek.
"Just a little scratch, the Dementors died. A few got away," Harry said frowning. "Their bodies are still in the common room."
"I don't care if they got away, as long as you're safe," Draco mumbled hugging Harry tighter. "You scared me."
"I'm sorry."
"Boys," Madam Pomfrey said, making them pull away. She smiled "There will be more time for that later, I need to clean up that cut of yours Pot- "
BOOM!
The ground shook as if it was some sort of earthquake; many potions fell to the floor and shattered on the floor, making a mess. Some beds moved sideways and almost all the people fell over. Draco found Harry's hand and gripped it once the lights went out. Once again, there was another silence before panicking screams broke over outside.
Many teachers left immediately. Draco tightened his grip on Harry's hand, making sure he doesn't leave either. Harry looked out the window and horror settled upon his face. His green eyes widened and he opened his mouth disbelievingly. Draco, being confused, looked out too and was met with a horrible realization. The war. Floating in the now dark sky filled with red smoke was the Dark Mark. As ugly as it was, more screams filled the sky, terrifying some owls in the trees.
Dumbledore walked in looking very tired.
"Albus! W-What?" Madam Pomfrey stuttered, un-able to string words together.
Dumbledore rested his eyes before speaking, "It has begun."
A/N: Woo! 16 pages! Aha, long eh? That should make up for last chapter's shortness. Make sure you review!