A/N: Ok quite frankly this chapter has been the singular hardest to write in any story. I've been struggling with it for ages. And with my exams I've not had that much time to work on it. But I've finally (FINALLY!!!) finished it. Thankyou everybody who reviewed the last chapter and everybody who is bearing with me enough to be reading this. I love you all to pieces!!! This chapter jumps around a bit. The bits in the ~'s and the ** 's are Draco's inner thoughts. And there's a section that's set in the past so just be aware of that.



Corinthian- All will be revealed with Harry's mood swings in time. It's kinda hard to get it in as its all from Draco's POV. Him getting wound up wasn't so much with the fact that Draco wound him up in front of his friends but more to do with what Draco said.

Katzchen - I totally know what you mean about wanting to write when you have exams! It was all I could think about when I was revising. Thanks for having nothing bad to say!

Triton Bloom - Lol I'm glad you enjoyed it. And if you are after angst then there will be more of that on the way!!

Jitterbug - Damn! I totally forgot Dean Thomas was from a muggle family! Thanks for pointing it out I will get round to changing it eventually. I'm glad you found the whole "Upper Ramsbottom" bit funny - I did! You're right about Draco being bothered subconsciously as you will find out in this chapter.

Wintermoon - I know . . . I just can't get them to behave themselves and do what I want them to. The Harry Ron Hermione and Draco bit was my fave part too.

NayNamic - Uhmmm the whole " bonded" thing may be a phrase just used where I live. Bonding basically just means two people getting close by hanging out together. I think . . .







Well honestly - who would have thought that the Boy-Who-Lived was so sensitive??

We'd spent the last few days in an uncomfortable silence in which he shot me glares every couple of seconds.

It was beginning to drive me mad really- why couldn't he just hex me and get it over with?

Then again he was far too noble to do that wasn't he? It wouldn't be right for the Golden Boy to actually get mad at somebody.

I really didn't understand why he was taking it so badly.

I mean, ok he had a crush on me, but surely that would mean that he'd enjoy me pretending to be his boyfriend??

**Oh I give up. Potter is the singular most complicated person I've ever met, and considering I've spent the last five years of my life with a psychotic schizophrenic who was determined to wipe out a race that he belonged to - that is really saying something. **

Why did I get stuck living with *him*??

With a sigh I turned over, beginning to feel bored.

Not arguing with Potter may be bad.but not speaking to him is even worse.

All my life I've always had some sort of manipulative evil plot to be planning or some people to kill- I'd never had the problem of not having anyone to talk to.

I guess this was one of the cons of being on the losing side.

And all those lucky bastards who got to go to Azkabhan didn't know what they had. At least there it wasn't Harry Potter and boredom that made you go insane.

I yawned, sleep finally approaching.

**Stupid twat. ** - was my last thought before sleep claimed me.

***

The feel of someone's eyes on me cut through my dreams and snapped me to wakefulness.

Automatically I searched for a wand that I hadn't had for a long time.

'Calm down! It's only me.' Potter's voice appeared from the darkness.

My heart was beating slightly more quickly and I felt more on guard than I had done in a long time.

'What are you doing in here?' I snapped, shock making my tone harsh.

He stared at me silently.

My eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness and I picked out his features.

'Well?' I prompted, wanting to remind him that he was supposed to be mad at me but also hoping that he wouldn't remember at the same time.

'I overreacted.' He said simply.

I frowned, looking at him searchingly.

There was something in his eyes that seemed dark- as if apologising was hurting him in a way I couldn't even fathom.

Truthfully I couldn't even work out why he was apologising to begin with.

He hadn't overreacted in the slightest- if someone had done that to me they'd be dead before they had time to blink.

But then again . . . in my experience people died whether they'd done something or not.

I sighed. 'No you didn't.'

Where did that come from?

'I did. It was a joke and I took it far too seriously. I'm sorry.'

This was getting weird.

Potter really had changed. The boy I'd known would never have apologised to me- even when whatever had happened was blatantly his fault.

I shifted slightly, the quilt only half covering me.

'I don't like fighting with you.' He said softly.

Ok that was it.

'Who are you and what have you done with Potter?' I asked suspiciously.

He grinned and suddenly all the tension of the past few days evaporated and whatever unidentifiable look had been his eyes disappeared with it.

'I'm glad you asked,' he said wryly. 'It's nice to know you care.'

'Oh I don't.' I informed him breezily. 'I'm just wondering if you're some sort of evil being who will join forces with me and take over the world,' a pause, 'or at the very least let me out of this bloody house.'

He laughed. 'Do you really hate it here that much?'

No.

The realisation made my breath catch in my breath.

No I didn't hate it here at all.

I raised my eyebrows. 'Hmm let's see, trapped in a small Muggle house with bad food and only the Boy-who-Lived as company. What's not to love?'

'Methinks the lady doth protest too much.'

'I'm not a lady you asshole.'

'True.' He considered it. 'With language like that you couldn't be classed as a lady . . . more like a common washerwoman.'

Although heated, my glare was lacking some of its bite.

'And what would you know about nobles Potter? From what I've seen you have the decorum of a hippogriff.'

His eyes twinkled with amusement. 'Well you've been my rival for the last eleven years - I have picked up a few things in that time.'

'Eleven years?' I frowned in contemplation. 'Has it really been that long?'

He nodded slightly.

'That's incredible. It doesn't seem like three minutes since you fell off your broom because you were so afraid of me.'

'And it feels like even less time since you got turned into a ferret and scampered down the corridor.' Potter cooed.

My face darkened. 'You know you're just jealous.'

'Of what? Your incredible ability to be a ferret?'

'No- the fact that I had anybody I wanted at school and you spent all your time moping after some girl who wouldn't even look at you twice.' I sniffed.

'Show's what you know - there was a Harry Potter fan club.' He informed me.

I rolled my eyes. 'Yeah but did you ever actually ever get any from any of the members?'

He hesitated. 'Well.no but.'

'I rest my case.' I proclaimed with a smug smile.

In the silence I realised something.

'Besides there was a Draco Malfoy fan club as well.' I said indignantly, not wanting Potter to think he'd been better than me.

'I know - I was a member.'

I blinked, his tone making it unclear whether he was joking or not. 'You're not like most people are you Potter?'

A smile. 'Neither are you.'

I could feel his body against mine and I felt a sudden flash of panic.

Had we started out this close???

I rolled slightly to my right and drew up short when I came within centimetres of Potter.

Wow he was closer than I thought.

I heard his sudden intake of breath as he realised my proximity.

And we were frozen in time, unable to move either closer or further away.

I swallowed slightly- what the hell was going on with me?

I was not thinking about how soft Potter's lips looked or how his eyes almost seemed to hold an invitation for me to find out exactly how soft they were.

Instinctively I leant forward, uncertainty and doubt churning in me.

'OWWWWW!!!' He screeched suddenly as Crucio leapt onto him.

There was a crash as he fell to the floor.

I tried not to snicker. 'Are you alright?'

Crucio flicked his tail in a self-satisfied way and trotted from the room.

I peered over the side of the bed.

'I guess.' Potter winced as he dragged himself to his feet. 'That bloody cat.'

'Yeah.' I echoed.

And the atmosphere suddenly lost its triviality and became tense.

'I should probably . . .' he gestured to the door.

'Yeah.' I agreed reluctantly.

'Ok . . . well . . . I'll see you?'

'Couldn't avoid me if you tried.' I smirked.

He nodded slowly and made his way to the door.

'Potter?'

What was I doing?

He stopped immediately.

'Yeah?'

'You don't have to go.' I realised how that sounded. 'I mean you can stay.'

Did that sound worse???

'If you want.' I added as an afterthought. 'But you only get the right hand side of the bed.'

'I'll bear that in mind.' Hesitantly he crossed back over to the bed and gingerly sat on it.

'It's not going to explode you idiot.' I told him.

He glared at me. 'I know.'

Almost defiantly he swung his legs onto the bed and lay down.

'Do you snore?' I asked quietly.

He laughed softly. 'I don't know.'

'Why not?'

'It's been a long time since there's been anyone to tell me if I did.'

'Oh.'

'Do you?' He asked.

'I don't know.' I answered with a small smirk.

'Why not?' He echoed my earlier question.

'Because anybody I've given the chance to find out has been to afraid to mention it either way.'

He grinned. 'You don't scare *me*.'

'Well I guess you can tell me then can't you?' I countered.

'Ok.' He agreed.

Sleep was creeping up on me, for the first time in a long while I was relaxed. Not that it had anything to do with Potter but I felt none of my usual restlessness and tautness.

Ok who was I kidding? It had a hell of a lot to do with Potter. But not because it was Potter - just because there was another person with me.

His rhythmic breathing soothed me and the heat his body gave off eased the need I felt to remain guarded.

'Draco?'

'Yeah?' I murmured sleepily.

'What happened to your father?'

I froze, waking up instantly.

'My father???' I sat up, looking at Potter in shock.

'Uhh yeah. You know, tall man, long hair, terrifying as hell.' Potter summarised briefly.

My heart was beating quickly in my chest. It had been three years since anyone had mentioned my father to me.

The last person who had inquired about him was currently recovering in a coffin eight feet under the ground.

'Draco?' He raised his eyebrows questioningly.

I inhaled shallowly.

'He's dead.' I said shortly, my tone warning him to stop there.'

But Potter, being a typical Gryffindor and infused with all that bravery and shit, kept pressing.

'How did it happen?'

'By dying Potter! That's what one usually does to become dead.' Angry as I was I could tell my tone had reverted to the frosty hardness it had always contained before this whole incident.

'Well yeah but-'

'Oh shut up! Do I go around asking you questions about your dead parents? No I damn well don't so take a hint from that and shut your fucking mouth ok?'

Startled Potter instantly became silent.

'Fuck!' I swore, reinforcing my outrage at his question.

My heart was thudding loudly in my chest.

'I'm sorry I didn't mean to-' Potter cut off, unsure of what he'd done. 'Where are you going?'

'To watch some TV.' I answered shortly.

'Draco it's three in the morning!'

'So?' I grabbed a blanket off the chair and stormed towards the door.

Potter stared after me with a mixture of hurt and bewilderment.

I slammed the door behind me.

~You know, that was your room~

**It's his house**

~So? ~

**So if we were working by the principle of you only stay somewhere that's yours I should go and sleep in a dustbin. **

~Don't work by that principle then. ~

I groaned.

Since when had I started having arguments with myself???

~ Since you decided to develop a conscience ~

I grimaced - I did not have a conscience. Never had done and never would do.

~You really do live in that little place called denial don't you? What with the "I don't have a conscience", "I'm evil" and of course the priceless "I don't fancy Potter"-~

**I DO NOT FANCY POTTER. **

~See? ~

Briefly I wondered whether I could shut my inner voice up if I beat my head into a bloody pulp with a plank of wood.

~You wouldn't - you'd just damage your face and that's actually the only thing you've got going for you now. ~

I chucked the blanket onto the sofa, sliding onto the sofa and hunching up slightly to fit on it.

I hated sofas.

~You could always go and sleep with Potter if you're that bothered. ~

**You know- if I had a wand I'd blast you out of my head so quickly you wouldn't be able to make a squeak. **

~Well you don't so don't bother torturing yourself. ~

My eyes narrowing I forced my eyes shut, refusing to open them again until it was morning.

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I walked along a long dark corridor, my feet making no sound on the wooden floor. My father had interrupted my planning with a summons. I didn't want to see the bloody man but, as he was my superior, I would be totally fucked if I didn't show.

I pushed open a mahogany door, a small rebellious part of me refusing the customary knock.

I was met with my father's icy, disapproving eyes.

'What kept you?' He asked irritably.

'My apologies father.' I answered smoothly.

'Where are the plans for the raid?' He snapped.

'On my desk, ready to be carried out.'

'I haven't approved them yet. You will do nothing without consulting me first.'

'I was under the impression that our Lord put *me*in charge of this raid.' Defensiveness tinged my tone.

'Our Lord gave you this as a test.' My father snapped. 'No son of mine will fail a test as important as this. And you may just do that if you don't get your act together.'

'On the contrary father - I think you will find I have everything under control.' I smirked slightly. '*Everything*' I stressed.

'You better- if you screw this up then-'His eyes landed on my wand, which was by now pointing levelly at his heart.

'Then what father? Please do tell me- I'm always looking for new ideas. Who knows- maybe you'll even get to feel it firsthand. Won't that be a novelty?' A fake smile was pasted to my face.

'Draco please don't take this in the wrong way,' his voice dripped with icy sarcasm, 'but it's doubtful you'd even be able to cast any of the spells in the first place.'

My lips curved into an icy smile. 'Determined as you may be to convince yourself I'm useless, even you have to admit I do know one spell very well. I'll give you a little hint- begins with "A" ends with "vada Kedavra".'

'You wouldn't dare.' He sneered.

I shrugged. 'Survival of the fittest father.'

'The fittest?' He looked at me distastefully. 'You should have been drowned at birth.'

I acknowledged his comment with a small raising of my eyebrow. 'I can see why you'd feel that way father, but *someone* has to carry on the Malfoy name, even if it is someone as unworthy as myself.'

'You're a disgrace to the name of Malfoy.' He hissed.

'I think you and I have very different ideas of what disgraces the name Malfoy. But what I'm planning shouldn't dissatisfy either of our ideas.'

His jaw convulsed. 'Our Lord will kill you for this insubordination.' He spat.

I took in his jutted out chin, his arms crossed across his chest defiantly and did the only thing one could do under circumstances such as these.

I began to laugh.

He frowned, looking as confused and on guard as one would be with an enemy whose motives they could not understand.

'You don't seem to understand father.' I took a step closer, feeling a small flicker of satisfaction as he backed away. 'Lord Voldemort is fully aware of my plans.'

Shock flickered on his face before the usual mask that befitted a Malfoy dropped back down.

'You little.' He struggled to find words.

'Now now father- there's no need to get testy.'

'How dare you defy me in this way?' He snapped.

I pasted an expression of puzzled innocence on my face. 'I don't understand father - I'm doing what you always wanted me to. Taking what I want and not letting *anyone* stand in my way.'

'Draco . . .' He searched for the words that would appeal to my better side- I don't know why he bothered . . . there weren't any. 'I'm your father.'

He said it as though it excused everything- as if it made a difference.

I snorted with laughter. 'That's it? That's your big comeback?? "I'm your father"? Sometimes I wonder how you even stayed alive this long.'

He swallowed, fear appearing in his eyes.

'But no,' I continued, 'surely you're right. I couldn't kill my father could I? I couldn't kill the man who brought me up and looked after me and loved me.' I paused. 'But you never did any of those things did you?'

Dull despair was setting in on his features and his eyes showed how he was desperately racking his brains for how to stop me.

'The truth is father,' I stepped closer so that we were inches apart and I could feel the fear radiating off him, 'You're already dead to me.' I whispered.

His eyes widened and his mouth opened silently . . .

'Avada Kedavra'

. . . whatever words he had been about to utter were lost in the air as his body crumpled soundlessly to the ground.

Impassively I stared at him, his features already motionless and cold.

But no more cold than they had been in life.

I had told him I was very good at that spell - and I would never lie to my father.

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I sat up, my breath coming out in short bursts.

My limbs were screaming from the cramped position I'd lain in but I didn't care. I relished the pain that told me that I was awake and free from my memories.

But not free from the pain- not free from this horrid feeling that lay in the pit of my stomach.

I'd killed my father.

I always knew I had done- to at least some degree anyway but I never actually gave it much thought.

I barely remembered it.

How the hell do you forget killing your father???

It wasn't exactly one of my usual activities- or at least it wasn't something I usually did to my own father.

Surely I couldn't have just forgotten it??

Then again Voldemort was a Legilimencer.

Nobody knew the true power of his skill better than me. I'd seen him torment people time and time again without raising a finger. I'd seen him break heroes without having to cast a spell.

He could enter their heads and twist every single one of their memories- make them feel that everything they believed was a lie, made them believe that they had no reason to live.

As distasteful as I had found it, it had always been supremely useful. But I had never thought that he would do it to me.

I thought of my father's frozen features and anger coursed through me.

You couldn't just take away memories like that.

You just shouldn't damn well do it - it was wrong.

And coming from me that was saying a lot.

'Morning.' Potter's hesitant voice shocked me so much I almost fell off the sofa.

And we're talking really almost.

'Morning.' I replied icily,

'How are you doing?'

'Fine.' I said shortly.

'Do you want some breakfast?'

I shrugged.

He chewed his bottom lip and hesitantly walked over to the kitchen.

I followed him, glaring at his back.

~Well for you that was almost cordial. Where's all the hatred and scorn? You're really starting to slip. It's almost enough to make someone think you're not evil anymore. ~

I frowned- I was still damn well evil.

~So that explains why you let that old coot send you to live with Potter - even better I guess that's why you haven't tried to escape once, have caused no damage and have been fucking *flirting* with your worst enemy. ~

**I have never flirted with Potter **

~Oh so that's the bit of the sentence you choose to pick up on ~

This little voice in the back of my head was not helping my confusion.

~Face it - you've gone soft. Dreaming about your dead parents and Potter - you'll be crying on his shoulder next. ~

I stiffened - I hadn't cried in the last seven years and I had no intention of doing it now.

~Well you're heading that way ~

** Honestly! What are you expecting me to do? Kill Potter???!**

~ . . . ~

**No way - no fucking way. **

~Oh yeah - you're so evil. ~

**Oh shut up. **

~You can't shut yourself up ~

** I can damn well try **

~You really have a habit of stopping people from saying things you really need to hear. You couldn't deal with what your father had to say and so you killed him. ~

**You're talking a load of crap. **

~You just don't want to hear it. ~

**Why won't you just bloody piss off? How did you even get here anyway? **

~Well that's simple - Potter. I'm only here because of him. The only reason you're feeling any of this is because of him. ~

Disturbed I switched back to listen to whatever Potter was saying.

'And so I really think that the cheese company should reconsider the way they-'

What the hell was he talking about??

A surge of hatred welled up in me.

This was his fault.

All of this was his fault.

He'd reduced me to this.

It was because of him that the world wasn't mine. It was because of him that Voldemort was dead. It was because of him that I remembered killing the only person whose view had ever mattered to me.

It was all because of him.

And looking at him chattering happily away I felt a surge of hatred.

What had he done to deserve being so happy?

Ok so he'd accidentally offed Voldemort a few times- big deal! I could do that in my sleep.

But everybody accepted him, worshiped him- told him how wonderful he was and how much they loved him.

And I got civility from people at the best of times.

No matter what he did people would still love him. Even if he really had been shacked up with me Granger and Weasley would have forgiven him and blamed it all on me somehow.

Because how could Harry Potter be less than perfect?

And how could Draco Malfoy be anything other than evil?

Let's face it- it's not like anybody from this side tried to excuse my actions in any way. Nobody gave me a second chance- nobody wanted to know why I'd done the things I'd done.

Everybody had just judged me.

I'd thrown everything away and still was labelled the "evil arsehole" or of course the "godforsaken Death-Eater."

Nobody gave a damn about me.

The only people who ever had were dead.

All because of me.

~Except for Potter. ~

**Potter doesn't care about me. **

~No but you care about him. ~

** I don't give a damn about him. **

~Then why is he still alive?~

** . . . I don't know. **

I bit the inside of my cheek- countless images were flitting through my brain.

Screams, walls splattered with blood, people writhing in agony, bodies so deformed they were no longer recognisable as people.

They flashed through my head so quickly that I could barely breathe, unable to focus on anything else.

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't do this anymore.

I couldn't feel these things.

I dug my nails into my palm.

I couldn't bear it.

The guilt was eating away at me, gnawing at my very being.

It was his fault.

He was the one who had uncovered this guilt.

~You know how to end it. You know how to end it all. ~

Yes. . . I did.

Potter left his wand on the table and opened the fridge door.

Something in my brain suddenly clicked and all the pain instantly died away.

Everything inside me froze, all the pulsating emotions covered by a veneer of ice.

~Take it. ~

In a numb trance I reached for the wand, shivering as my fingers touched the smooth wood.

'So what do you want to-' Potter turned around and froze when he saw me with the wand in my hand. 'What are you doing?' He asked suspiciously, a small frown on his face.

'What does it look like I'm doing.' I snapped.

'It looks like you're doing something really stupid.' He said warily.

'More stupid than saving my worst enemy and killing the man who could give me power beyond your wildest dreams?' I asked in a pleasant tone as if I was asking about the weather.

'I'd say so, but I may be a bit biased.' He replied, his eyes not moving from the wand. 'Now why don't you put the wand down?'

'Hmmm . . . let's think about that. How about "no"?'

'Draco . . .'

'You don't get it do you Potter? Nothing's changed. Just because you can call me that doesn't mean that anything's changed between us.'

'I didn't think it had.' His tone was low and level, almost calming.

'Then why are you trying to think of a way to make me see the light instead of working out how to make it out of here alive?'

He looked slightly taken aback and I deduced that I'd guessed his thoughts correctly.

I rolled my eyes. 'You really do never change do you?'

'Draco . . . ' He took a step towards me, letting his guard down for a fraction of a second.

I hit him with all the force I could muster, pain exploding in my fist.

He crumpled to the floor.

I pointed the wand at his heart.

'Avada Ke-'

My legs were kicked out from under me and the wand went flying as I slammed against the floor, knocking all the breath out of me.

'What the hell are you doing?' He yelled.

'What the hell do you think?' I kicked him in the stomach and he doubled over.

I crawled over to the wand.

'Stop it!' He grabbed my leg and hauled me back away from the wand.

'No! Fuck you!' Blood was streaming down my face and I blindly grabbed his neck.

'Draco!' he managed to choke out. 'Stop it!'

I tightened my grip and pain clouded his eyes.

'You'll have to kill me first.' I hissed.

I didn't see his fist until it connected with my nose.

I saw stars and released him.

He lurched forward and his fingers closed round the wand.

The world around me was swaying and I grabbed the table, pulling myself up.

Gasping for breath, he scrambled to his feet, his wand pointing directly at me.

I let out a manic laugh. 'What you going to do Potter? Kill me?' I sneered at him. 'You haven't got the nerve.'

'Are you sure about that?' His voice was low and dangerous.

I raised an eyebrow. 'Why don't we find out?'

A small frown played on his forehead.

'Go on!' I shouted. 'Kill me!'

He hesitated, his eyes never leaving my face.

'Come on Potter, I'm evil! If you don't kill me I'll kill you. What's it going to be?'

Slowly the hand holding the wand lowered until it was hanging by his side.

'Fucking hell Potter! What the hell is wrong with you??' I shouted, shoving him. 'Why won't you just kill me??'

I hurled the fruit bowl at him. It shattered into a thousand pieces as it flew past him and smashed on the wall.

He didn't even flinch.

'Come on- where's that famous fighting spirit??? Where's all that power everyone insists you have??'

Silence answered me.

'I'll kill everybody you ever met!' I threatened. 'If you don't stop me then I'll destroy your fucking world!'

There was still no reply and it infuriated me.

'Or are you nothing Potter? Are you just like everyone else? Too weak and scared to stand up to me??'

I stormed towards him, needing to take out my frustration on him.

'For fucks sake kill me Potter!' I screamed, my fist connecting with his nose with a sickeningly crunching noise once again. 'Kill me for God's sake! I'm evil! That's what you're supposed to do. You were supposed to kill me. You were always supposed to. I set you bloody free so that you could kill me and what did you fucking do!'

His eyes watched me thoughtfully but he made no more moves to attack me.

'Kill me Potter just do it!' My voice broke. 'Kill me now, I'm not going to stop you!' To my horror I felt tears running down my cheek.

I grabbed his coat. 'Kill me. Just do it. I can't live like this. Please. I'm begging you just kill me. Kill me.' My hysterical gasping for air began to turn into sobs. 'Please Harry kill me.' My legs gave way and he grabbed hold of me, sliding down to the floor slowly with me. 'Please.'

His arms wrapped round me and began to rock me slowly. 'Kill me.' I whispered.

His green eyes met mine and they were filled with something I couldn't identify, something I had never even seen before.

'No.' He whispered firmly.





*Blinks*

Wow that was.intense.

Ok so sorry about all the dialogue between Draco's inner voices. This is really the first time he's ever had them and so they were bound to talk a lot. Plus with the whole inner debate thing I kinda needed them.

I promise they won't be talking that much in future though.

And for the record I just wanted to say - Book five! Waaahhh how cruel is JK Rowling??? And how mean did she make Draco??? And come to mention it how angry was Harry???

And how could she kill- (pauses realising that not everybody has got to that part)- the person who she kills?

Thanks for reading my story when the book's just come out.

Please leave a review- I've had a severe lack of them lately and need them like oxygen (maybe even more so)!

-Cherrycola