Title: Expected

Author: Malfoyhima

Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me, they belong to JK. Bummer.

Author Notes: My first angsty fic! I'm all for fluff, but I had this idea and decided to go with it. I was inspired by the song "Always" by Saliva. It just seemed to fit this idea.

Warning: As mentioned above, angst. And slash. And NOT A HAPPY ENDING! And I know Draco is probably OOC, but when isn't he?

Addy: malfoyhima@yahoo.com (new e-mail)

Rating: R. Bad words!

Beta: My sister, Tir-synni. She's the one that got me into all this!

Summary: Harry and Draco are together. Draco is out all night, and comes home with the Dark Mark because he thinks he has no choice. Harry is less than thrilled.

"I can't believe this. You did it. You fucking went through with it."

"We've been through this, Harry. We both knew it would happen eventually. Don't make this more difficult."

"So, this is where you've been all night, then?"

"Yes."

"I see."

"Harry. . . . "

"Don't. Don't try. Nothing you say will make this right."

"Please, just listen to me."

"Draco, you got the fucking Dark Mark!"

"I had to."

". . . . "

"Harry, please look at me."

"No."

"Harry-- "

"Don't touch me."

"Harry, please."

"I said, don't touch me."

"Where are you going?"

"To pack."

"WHY?"

"I can't stay with you any longer, Draco. Not after this."

"Harry, you don't understand! I had to!"

"You've mentioned that."

"It's been expected of me my whole life."

"You mean, Lucius expected it of you."

"Yes."

". . . ."

"Harry?"

"Of course. I understand. You couldn't disappoint your father. Doesn't matter who else you hurt in the process. And all the lives you'll have a part in destroying from now on, they certainly don't matter either. No. Just as long as Lucius bloody Malfoy is satisfied, everything is just bloody wonderful. This is sickening."

"Harry, don't go."

"I'm going."

"Please!"

"*I* have to. No one would *expect* the Boy Who Lived to live with, sleep with, *love* a Death Eater."

"We can work through this!"

"Impossible."

"No, it isn't!"

"I'm leaving."

"Harry, don't!"

"Stay away from me."

"Harry, I love you!"

"YOU LOVE ME? You're a bloody liar! If you ever loved me this would never have happened! I've loved you for two years and the only thing I've ever *expected* of you is to love me in return! Don't you dare speak to me about love!"

"You're. . . hurting. . . me. . . ."

"This is nothing compared to the way I feel! Don't you realize? You have just wasted two years of my life! Two years that I can never get back! I've loved you with everything in me, everything that I am, everything that I have, and you've. Become. A. Bloody. *Death Eater*!"

". . . . "

"Get up, Draco. You're father would hate to see you like this. Get off the floor."

". . . . "

"You do realize, you're going to lose."

"What?"

"You're going to lose. Voldemort is going to lose. I'm going to kill him. Even if it kills me as well."

"Don't talk that way. . . ."

"Don't you understand? He took my parents from me. He took Sirius from me. And now, he has taken you from me. He is going to die. As will anyone who tries to stop me. Including you."

"It can't end like this. . . ."

"It has already ended. I'm going now."

"Harry. . . ."

"Just don't get in my way."

"No. . . ."