Let Me Love You
Chapter Two
The moon shone down on Hogwarts illuminating the grounds with its pale glow, it picked up the movement of one lone figure sliding in and out of the shadows.
Red eyes glowed cuttingly through the dark as the being seemed to manifest from one shadow to the next.
One clear destination on its mind.
The tortured dungeon that lay deep within the recess of Hogwarts, undiscovered just as the Chamber of secrets had been.
The wind shrieked through the night only to become suddenly silent as the intruder moved. The night seemed afraid of his presence and the stillness was suddenly spoiled by a laugh to chill blood.
Harry Potter groaned as he heard the shrill cry of Hedwig, he'd trained her to wake him of a morning but it was still an irritable noise to wake up to.
Mumbling he tumbled out of bed to land in an undignified heap on the floor, not a graceful rise especially for the Golden boy who had lived.
Rubbing a hand over his jaw line he felt exhaustion wash through him and frowned.
Why was he always feeling so tired?
Dressing quickly he splashed his face with cold water and willed the grogginess to go away. When it didn't he sighed grabbing his wand books and parchment he made his way out of his quarters needing a powerful boost of caffeine before the days activities where due to begin.
Walking slowly down the corridor he spotted Ron and Hermione heading in the same direction, both having also been offered jobs at Hogwarts.
Ron was the new Quiditch coach and Hermione the white magic specialist.
The three had been happy when they had discovered they would all be recruited at Hogwarts together.
"Harry" Ron greeted using his free hand to give him a wave his other clasped within Hermione's hand.
Harry smiled warmly at his two best friends "Ron, Herm" he said matching his strides to their own.
The three entered the grand hall each getting a cup of coffee and a vanilla Danish; it was telling that they all liked to start their day the same way.
"Are you looking forward to the reunion Harry?" Hermione asked before biting into her Danish.
"It'll be good to see all my old Gryffindor friends" he mused lightly.
"Wonder where everyone is Slytherin is these days as well" Ron pondered and Harry shrugged.
Thoughts of Slytherin inevitably led to thoughts of Draco and they were thoughts he didn't need at the moment.
"Well Draco seems to be doing quite well for himself" Hermione said knowingly and Harry cursed her under her breath.
"Why should we care" he said a little more harshly than he had intended to.
"I was just saying Harry is all" she replied more than a little shocked at the harshness that coloured his tone.
"Well don't" he said sharply grabbing his stuff and stalking out the room leaving his coffee untouched and his Danish half eaten.
"What's his problem" Ron asked and Hermione just gave a perplexed shake of her head.
Harry strode with determination to his classroom.
His already dark mood becoming even more so, why was it that he could never seem to get away from Draco Malfoy?
Inwardly seething he stomped into the room slamming his books and parchment down on the table he growled in frustration.
All his problems, his dark moods and his god damn stress always stemmed from one person. The one person who could irritate him to no end, who he hated above all else yet couldn't be erased from his mind.
Draco fucking Malfoy.
Sighing he rubbed his aching temples, he had to try and clear his mind or else he'd be getting a migraine even before class had begun.
Opening his parchments he looked over his lesson plans.
"God I need a holiday" he grumbled as the first signs of students began to file into his room.
Draco eyed his father wearily, Lucius Malfoy never made social calls and as such Draco was naturally suspicious of his intentions when he visited.
Since his recent connection with Voldemorte had been discovered Lucius had lost a lot of power, and Draco was convinced he would do whatever it took to regain that power.
Even if it meant using Draco himself.
"Just because you have made a name for your self doesn't make you better than me boy" Lucius spat.
Draco barely batted an eyelid at the insult, Lucius had often used him as his verbal punch bag so he was used to hearing such words of loathing from him.
"Would you care to tell me why you're here father" he said stiltedly all but snarling the last word.
Malfoy temper belied Malfoy temper and Draco was no coward, he'd past the age where his father had the power to scare him anymore.
Lucius seemed rather surprised at Draco's sudden bravado but managed to hide it well behind a mask of indifference.
It was a mask that both Malfoy's had perfected well.
"I want to re-arm the Death Eaters" Lucius said and Draco gaped.
"I'm sorry I must have miss heard you, I'm sure you said you wanted to re- arm the Death Eaters" Draco said.
Lucius snarled
"Don't you patronize me boy, you may but on a brave face Draco but I know your inner fears and mark my words boy if you cross me I'll make you beg for the days where I merely used to beat you" his anger flashing deep within his eyes.
"But Voldemorte is dead" Draco stated ignoring his father's last remark and looked confused when Lucius laughed cruelly.
"Worthless child" he spat.
"Voldemorte will never die" he swore and span on his heel walking out the room.
"We shall chat again soon you and I Draco…mark my words" his voice drifted back and despite himself Draco shivered.
Sinking into his study chair he dropped his head into his hands.
Why would his father want to raise the Death Eaters again, re-arm them? It just didn't make sense!
Voldemorte had been destroyed, the never do wrong Golden wonder boy Harry Potter had destroyed him himself.
He shook his head, none of it made any sense.
But as usual his thoughts were beginning to drift since thinking albeit briefly of Potter.
Draco wondered what he would look like now that age would have matured him.
It had been over five years since he had been a student at Hogwarts and even now he still thought of the emerald eyed hero.
It was Harry's eyes that Draco couldn't forget; they shone like polishedjade and had a tendencysparkled when he became animated about something.
Draco remembered watching from afar as Harry had talked excitedly with theWeasel and Granger.
His eyes had seemed to glow and Draco had been drawn to their light, as a Slytherin he'd tried to convince himself that green was one of his favorite colours, but he had to concede that every shade of green dulled in comparison to the brightness of Harry's eyes.
His thoughts were always confused when it came to the Gryffindor Golden boy.
He remembered one day all too well, when his anger and jealousy had taken him too far.
He'd kissed his enemy.
Even to this day Draco was unsure as to why he had kissed Potter, all he remembered was seeing Potters eyes dilate, his eyes burning with green fire.
In that instant Draco had wanted to possess him, wanted to imprint himself on the other boy and stamp out any memory of anyone else.
But he had been too afraid of the confrontation that would inevitable come with the kiss, so he had ran away from it and the incident was forgotten.
Well not entirely.
Draco picked up a piece of parchment and his quill pen and began to write.
He felt himself get caught up in a frenzy of his own imagination as his words came to life on the paper.
An hour later and he had composed a new song.
"Haunted Eyes" he read aloud to himself
"No thought as to where that inspiration came from" he mused knowing exactly what had been on his subconscious mind when he penned out the lyrics.
Stretching he stood gracefully, he was bored maybe a quick drink at the Three Broomsticks would liven his mood.
And maybe he would find someone to warm his bed, which did nothing but feel lonely during his now sleepless nights.
The atmosphere in the Three Broomsticks was a lively as ever, slanting grey eyes over the room Draco's gaze came to rest of a leggy red-head situated at the bar.
Saddling up with extreme Malfoy grace he fixed the woman in question with his most charming smile.
"And what's your name" he purred at her his voice soft and seducing.
She turned to look at him obviously liking what she saw and Draco was rather astonished when she didn't seem to recognize him.
"Rachael Weasley" she purred back and Draco did a double take.
"You wouldn't happen to know a Ron Weasley?" he questioned hoping against hope that she didn't.
"My cousin" she clarified and Draco instantly groaned, of the humiliation of hitting on a Weasley of all people.
"I just remembered I have something to do" he said excusing himself from the woman's presence. She fixed him with a frowned look before shrugging creamy shoulders and turning her attention back to her drink.
Draco found a nice secluded spot in the corner of the Bar his thoughts decidedly grim.
He was just contemplating the fact of going home when new arrivals caught his attention.
He felt his eyes drawn instantly to the person who had just entered, it was Ron Weasley, the door opened again and Hermione Granger walked in and last but not least was followed by the Golden boy himself.
Harry Potter.
Harry was not looking forward to this night; to say that he was here against his will was an understatement.
Hermione had slipped a sleeping drought into his coffee and he had woken up just at their carriage had pulled up just outside the Three Broomsticks.
Needless to say Harry couldn't back out.
It seemed that Ron had a cousin in town that needed entertaining and to Harry's chagrin he had chosen him as the person to do it.
Vowing to hex Ron and Hermione later Harry decided he might and well try to enjoy him self.
After all anything was preferable to going through papers alone, whishing that his life was more exciting.
Harry sometimes whished that he hadn't destroyed Voldemorte, since his demise and the fall of the Death Eaters everything had been too quiet.
Heading over to the bar he plastered a welcoming smile on his lips, getting ready to play the part Ron had chosen for him.
"Well, well if it isn't the never-do-wrong man himself" a voice sounded to the left of him.
Harry froze his whole body just seemed to stop functioning.
No it couldn't be, he'd gone five years without ever bumping into him. It was a mirage a figment of his imagination.
"Cat got your tongue" the scornful voice continued and Harry turned to encounter heated silver eyes set in a pale face, silver blonde locks of hair and a very superior smirk.
"Potter" Draco acknowledged.
"Malfoy" Harry gasped and the whole room seemed to suddenly spin.