Title: Emotion Sickness

Author: Miss T

Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.

Rating: PG13, so far

Main characters: Draco, Harry

Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it

Notes: last chapter!

Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot, and the town of Bettersmeade. Oh, and JK - kudos for the excellent world of HP.

Dedicated to: everyone who has read an enjoyed this story.

Emotion Sickness

Chapter 12 – All You Want

Harry woke with a start. He was suddenly aware of the room around him – it's dark yet comforting atmosphere, the light musky smell of boy clung onto the air and the sudden feeling of cold absence swept over him. Turning over to look at the other side of the bed, his heart pounded hard as Draco was nowhere to be see. Again.

However, there was a small tearing of parchment and a quill lying where Draco had been sleeping that night. Feeling his heart rate slowly go back to normal, Harry picked up the parchment and read the slightly untidy curly handwriting. 'So, you've decided to wake up, then? Lazy git. Well, anyway – feel free to use one of our bathrooms to have a shower etc (the nearest is on this floor, second door to the right). Once you have finished please come downstairs where Dobby will take you through to see me in the garden, Draco'

Harry smiled and looked around the empty room nervously. Since his arrival at Malfoy Mansion he had only seen Draco's bedroom. The idea of the house having more that two floors unnerved him slightly.

Gingerly standing up, Harry grabbed onto his clothes that still lay neatly over Draco's chair and opened the door, peering into the hallway. Right enough, a massive pearly white bathroom was just down the corridor, and it smelled faintly of shaving foam and men's shower gel.

After taking a long hot shower, Harry quickly pulled his clothes back on and made his way to the stairway. He stopped midway to peer curiously at a Malfoy family portrait – Lucius stood tall and proud, glaring down at Harry and keeping very still, besides his eyes blinking every so often. Beside him was Narcissa Malfoy – slightly smaller with long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She kept tossing her hair back and her arrogant expression never faded. And there, below his parents, was Draco. He looked directly at Harry with a cold, blank expression, his hair neatly slicked back like it was the year previously and his lips were tight and thin. However, his eyes were glazed over with fear – fear of his parents, and fear of real love. Backing away, Harry swiftly made his way back to the staircase.

"Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby zoomed out from nowhere.

"Dobby" Harry muttered, looking around nervously.

"Harry Potter, sir – Master Malfoy is waiting for you in the gardens. Master Malfoy told me to show you to him." Dobby started hopping down the stairs, and a slightly reluctant Harry followed him.

There was no other way to describe it – Malfoy Mansion was like a Palace. The marble flooring was gleaming - *I could eat food off this* Harry thought absurdly to himself, glaring at his reflection below.

The walls were tall and very impressively decorated in silver, white and granite stone. Dobby led Harry through a set of Georgian double doors which led to a huge immaculate room, decorated in gold and Roman style paintings of cherubs and mermaids. In the middle of the room lay a very large white piano, which seemed to be playing a slow mournful tune to itself.

Then, looking ahead of him Harry saw a large clear conservatory that led out into an enormous green courtyard style garden. "Dobby must leave you now." And with a click of his fingers, Dobby was gone.

As Harry walked across the room and into the conservatory he could hear his footsteps echo off the wall and merge with the gentle playing of the piano. The outside air was cool but welcoming, and Harry could smell Spring in the air despite the fact that it was only January.

And there, sitting gracefully on a white marble bench was Draco. Seeing Harry and smiling, he patted the space next to him on the seat beckoning him over.

"Morning" Harry smiled and sat next to him. "You're house is…"

"Big?" Draco laughed, and looked down at his knees causing his hair to flop over his eyes.

"Well, yeah – impressive" Harry smiled and looked up at the Mansion.

"It's been in the family for centuries." Draco replied simply. "I get it when my parents are gone. With Pansy."

Harry felt like someone had reached into his chest and pulled his heart out. *Pansy? Pansy Parkinson?! That cow?!*

Draco wore a regretful and equally disgusted look. "Been engaged to her since birth. Our names have already been added to the family tree together."

"Why?!" Harry blurted.

"She's a pureblood. I marry her, have children – they'll be purebloods too. Carrying on the Malfoy name." Draco shuddered. The thought of… having children with THAT made him feel physically ill.

"But… you can't, you're not even going out with her" Harry murmured, feeling tears fill his eyes.

"I'm delaying the fact that I need to be with her for the moment. Going out with her is not necessary." Draco said, again in an all very simple tone.

"No, I don't mean that, Draco. I mean… what about us?" Harry was looking down at his hands.

Draco felt his emotions take the better of him, and his voice cracked as he spoke. "My Father would most certainly kill me if he knew… about, us. As much as I want to love you I can't"

Harry looked up at Draco with questioning eyes. "Love?" He choked.

"Right, no – sorry. Shouldn't have said that. I'm a bloody great pillock, ignore me" Draco stammered and began to stand up.

"What? No! I do… I do too, Draco – it's just, how can I feel this way for you when I know nothing will ever come off it?" Tears cursed down Harry's face as he spoke, breaking Draco's heart. His eyes darted across the ground, as if looking for something, and then he finally looked up at Harry.

"Lets run for it." He said simply.

"What?! Draco… we're not even fourteen yet – we'll never make it on our own." Harry rested his hand on Draco's arm.

"You're right" Draco surrendered, and sat back down again.

"I guess… I guess I can keep pushing Pansy away but that's all I can do. And make out to Father that we're really good friends. And as for us… we'll just have to keep it a secret. For now, at least… until we're of legal wizarding age."

Harry nodded and gripped onto Draco's skinny body, encircling him in a hug. "Yeah, I think that's the best thing to do."



The journey back to Hogwarts was a slow one. Draco made sure the separation screen in the limo was tightly shut before he settled down with Harry and slept the entire way… only to be woken up by the light rapping on the window of the car.

"Whozat?" Harry snorted, waking up – glasses askew.

Smirking and rolling down the window, Draco jumped as Snape's face peered into the car. "Welcome back, chaps. If you'd like to follow me, I'll take you back to your tower. Don't give me that look, Potter."



**right, OK I know I said this would be the last ever chapter of this story – which technically it is, BUT I can promise you there IS going to be a sequel. I just need to take a break from writing this story and move onto something fresh. I'll keep you updated in the footnotes of my new story (Virtuous Intentions by the by) and I promise promise promise that this story will continue!!**