A/N: Yeesh, I haven't updated this thing in ages! Many apologies to everyone who was waiting. I originally wrote this story sometime last February, and when I got up to the 11th chapter (yes, there is an 11th chapter) I ran out of ideas and was content to just let the story dribble out. So, good news and bad news. Good news is, I've decided to try and take this story back up, since I've realized I've got a pretty good plotline happening here. Bad news is, I've almost forgotten what the whole story's about (it's been a year, people!) and my writing style may have changed slightly, so there may be slight changes in how the characters talk and act from chapter 12 onward. That, and the fact that I said try. No promises, people. *crosses fingers*
Harry was stunned.
What? Why? he wanted to scream, but kept silent instead. It just seemed inappropriate. He lay there uncomfortably, not knowing quite what to do. Trying to console the blonde would only embarrass him, but just lying there made him feel… strange.
Useless.
Finally, he said, "Why?" softly, almost like a hesitant whisper.
"I didn't want to," Draco said, calming. "I was hungry."
Harry was… alarmed, to say the least.
"It was hungry," Draco amended, feeling Harry stiffen slightly.
"Who?"
"The wolf."
Harry found it strange how Draco referred to himself and the werewolf as two different beings.
"It was so hungry," Draco shuddered. "But then again, it was always hungry… no matter how much it ate, no matter how much it…" Draco hesitated for a second, "killed, there was always room for one more."
"Why didn't you just stuff yourself in human form?" Harry asked.
"I wish that was how it worked," Draco smiled wryly. "I thought Lupin was your friend, didn't you ever ask him?"
He sighed. "If only things were that easy… you and the werewolf are not one body, just two minds in one, if that makes sense. While in human form, your human mind is strongest, but the werewolf is still there. In wolf form, the wolf is the strongest, though the human is still there."
"Isn't that the same?" Harry asked.
"No," Draco said. "How can it be? Werewolves aren't schizophrenic; it's not like you create a psychotic version of yourself. Once you're bitten, the DNA of the wolf that bit you gets transferred into you, so that you share the same body as it."
"So you're telling me that right now, in your head, you can hear it," Harry sounded sarcastic.
"Yes," Draco said seriously.
"Oh really? Then what's it saying?"
"You really want to know?" Draco sighed. "It's hungry. It wants to eat. It wants to take control again and hunt. It wants to kill. It… it can taste the blood in between its teeth, sweet and warm and coppery. It can feel the way soft flesh gives way in its jaws. It wants to feel the ground yield beneath its feet as it runs and runs, always hunting."
"You're… not making that up?"
"Would I make that up?" Draco said.
"You know what the most disgusting thing was?" he asked, smiling dryly. Harry didn't reply. "I enjoyed it," Draco continued. "He was… delicious. The blood, the flesh, the fresh, fragrant meat… it was overwhelming."
He rolled over. "What's that?" he asked, pointing to an item in Harry's hand. Before Harry could answer, Draco had stretched over the teen's body to take the object. He looked at it.
"Was I ever that scrawny?" Draco wondered, staring at his smirking photo.
"I believe you were even scrawnier in the first year," Harry said.
"You weren't meant to answer that," Draco said. He looked at the photo again. "Oh, and the hair… the hair was hell in its purest form."
"I've never known you to be lazy," Harry said.
"You try having to wake up at 4 every morning then rowing until 3, with classes until 10. You'll be so dead on your feet you won't even remember your own name."
"Why so much rowing?"
Draco shrugged, a slightly difficult task considering he was lying over Harry's chest. "Beats me. The man's a raving lunatic."
"But he accomplished the impossible."
"What's that?"
"He actually got you to exercise," Harry grinned. "And here I was thinking you were to be a scrawny little thing for the rest of your life."
"Oh, don't make me hit you," Draco said, smiling slightly.
"What's Durmstrang like then?" Harry asked, putting his arms behind his head. Draco frowned.
"You know, I can't remember."
"Again?" Harry asked. "That's some strange case of amnesia… you remember the schedule of the day, but you don't remember what the school was like.
Draco decided not to mention anything about how the Headmaster didn't seem to remember him, either. "Please don't ask, alright? Gives me a bloody headache trying to think about it."
Harry was silent for a while. "You seem fine in the picture," he said.
"So?"
"Why haven't you turned werewolf?"
Draco thought quickly. "Haven't you ever heard of Wolfsbane?"
"I never saw you take it."
"Ah, well, it's a mystery then, isn't it?" Draco smirked.
"You and your mysteries," Harry said. "They're going to be the death of me some day."
"It would help if you wouldn't be so Gryffindorishly nosy," Draco said.
"Nosy?" Harry said indignantly.
"Mm," Draco said, leaning over to sit on Harry's chest. He planted a kiss on the brunette's nose, licking the tip lightly. "Nosy," he said.
"Well, if you weren't so typically Slytherin-like…" Harry said.
"Slytherin-like how?"
"Persistent."
"Oh?"
"Well, for one thing, you keep insisting on these 'mysteries' of yours," Harry said, sitting up. "And for another, you keep insisting on doing this."
He pulled Draco into him, wrapping his muscular arms around the blonde's shoulders, and kissed him.
"Mmm," Draco murmured, running his hands up Harry's chest to drape around the brunette's neck, forcing Harry's hands down to his waist, "nice though, isn't it?"
"And," Harry said, taking Draco's hands off from around him, "you always insist on being in control."
Draco leaned back, touching a finger to Harry's lips playfully. "What would the world be like without someone in control?" he asked.
"Well, maybe if you let me be in control once…" Harry said, licking Draco's finger.
"Hmm… maybe," Draco said, retracting his finger. He closed his eyes.
"Go on then," he said, puckering a little. "Take control."
Harry smirked. He took Draco's face softly… then twisted, hard, and started biting and licking the blonde's neck, just under his ear. Draco exhaled sharply.
"Like that?" Harry said, deliberately hissing in Parseltongue, his words slipping smoothly off his tongue, rapid and harsh. Draco moaned in reply, and Harry took his wrists, brought his arms up to his shoulders. Draco tried to arch his neck, but Harry held his chin roughly.
"I'm in control," he whispered. "You're not getting what you want this time."
"Hn… but Malfoys always get what they want," Draco hissed back in Parseltongue, and whirled his head back round to meet with Harry's lips, forcing his tongue in, licking passionately, taking in every flavor, every bit of sweetness he could get. Harry's hands tightened on a bunch of Draco's long, silky hair and Draco gasped in pain. Then the brunette's hands trailed down the blonde's chest, down his body, sliding past his slim hips to clasp behind his back.
"So… how's my Parseltongue?" Draco murmured, his hisses coming out long and soft, completely opposite to Harry's.
"Mmm… it's Par-sel-tongue, not Parseltongue… you have to make this sort of movement…" Harry demonstrated, his tongue sliding over Draco's.
"Teach me," Draco said, retracting his tongue so his lips still touched Harry's.
"In time," Harry said, licking at Draco's mouth.
"No," Draco said, moving his head to Harry's ear. He nibbled the earlobe softly, his warm breath ticking the inside of the Gryffindor's ear as he said, "Now."
It was about all Harry could take. His hands slid from behind the blonde's back to his chest and he pushed him over so he lay flat on his back on the soft bed. Draco's eyes widened.
"Ha-"
"Shut up," Harry said, and kissed him hard, his hands running over the blonde's body. Draco tried to move, then gave up and brought his hands up to the back of Harry's head, pulling the two tighter together. Harry moaned in ecstasy, and his mouth pulled away from Draco's as Draco's moved up to lick at his scar. Harry's lips trailed down the blonde's chin, down his neck, stopping at his shirt.
Then, with one fluid motion, he took hold of the collar of Draco's shirt tightly… and ripped.
Draco gasped as half his shirt buttons snapped off, his chest suddenly exposed to the chill. At the sound, Harry froze, stopped. He got off, hurriedly.
"I um… toilet," he said, his face red, and he left quickly. Draco propped himself up on his arm slowly, his face flushed. He got off the bed, his trousers making a rustling sound on the soft cotton sheets. Holding his shirt together at the top, he walked, wobbly, to the chair and put his robes on, dazed. What… had just… happened?
He heard the water turn on from inside the bathroom. He walked to it hesitantly then stopped. His hand strayed to Harry's desk. Feeling parchment, he looked down. He read it then smirked and picked up Harry's quill. He dipped it elegantly into the inkwell and lowered his hand to the paper, making two fast slashes. Then he carefully placed the quill back to its original place and left, a smile on his face as his footsteps resounded around the silent corridor walls.
Harry splashed his face, ice-cold water chilling him to the bone. He took off his glasses and splashed some onto his closed eyes, taking in a deep breath to slow his racing heart. He looked at himself in the mirror, gasping, hair dripping liquid that rolled down his face to his chin. He looked at his own emerald green eyes… and saw Draco's.
"Shit!" he cursed. He looked away, his cheeks burning red. What the hell had gotten into him?
It was all around him. His smell… Draco had a very distinctive smell. He always smelled of apples, for some reason that Harry couldn't find. The brunette could still feel him, the warmth of their bodies pressing against each other, the silkiness of Draco's hair in his hands, his soft skin…
STOP IT! Harry shouted to himself. Stop it stop it stop it!
Oh shut up. It was what you wanted.
Harry sat down on the edge of the bathtub, suddenly breathless, like someone had punched him hard in the gut.
Yes. It was. It was what he wanted.
"Am I that driven by emotion? So much that I can't even control myself anymore?" Harry murmured.
He put his head in his hands. In a sense, it was worse than lycanthropy. At least, in lycanthropy, the person had an excuse for going out of control. Here, he had none.
His face felt hot. He got up and splashed water on his face again and winced at the pain.
It was then that he realized.
His scar was hurting.
---
As soon as Draco stepped into the room Pansy leapt.
"Alright, tell me, why the hell did you…" Pansy trailed off and stared.
"What?"
"Okay, who is it," Pansy said.
"What who?"
"Come on Draco!" she said. "It's all over you!"
She smirked. "I never thought you'd skip Potions for a snog… doesn't sound like you. And here I was worrying and thinking you'd suddenly become sick or something."
"A what?" Draco said incredulously.
Pansy tilted her head and smirked, licking her lips seductively. "Mmm… been working out recently?"
"I…" Draco suddenly realized what she was talking about and held his shirt together at the top, his face turning slightly red. "Pansy!"
"I was kidding, Draco!" Pansy laughed, walking to the cupboard. She threw Draco another shirt. Draco hesitated.
"Don't tell me you don't have trousers either… that must have been some wild-"
"I just prefer it if you didn't watch," Draco said quickly.
"And now we're shy," Pansy said. "You never seemed to have a problem with it when you were young… correct me if I'm wrong, but I still recall a certain incident where you galloped around my house dressed in nothing but your underwear."
"I was young. And besides," Draco said, "would you strip now if I asked you to? Because if I recall correctly, you were right there 'galloping' alongside with me."
"You really want me to?" Pansy touched the top buttons of her shirt, grinning.
"For heaven's sakes, no!" Draco said.
"You sure?" Pansy teased.
"For- would you just turn around?"
"What if I don't want to?" Pansy said.
"What if you don't want to?"
"Well, you could always go and change out there…" Pansy waved to the Slytherin common room.
"Pansy, would you please just turn around?"
"Why bother?" Pansy said. "I can see enough as it is. Unless of course," she added. "I was right and you really don't have trousers…"
"Oh for crying out loud," Draco said, turning to face the wall. He removed his robes and then took off his shirt, putting the new one on quickly.
"Oh, so shy," Pansy said. "There, that wasn't so bad now was it?"
Draco smirked. "Now it's your turn."
"What?" Now Pansy was the one to sound surprised. Draco walked to her cupboard and took out a pink shirt.
"I reckon this would look better on you. So, go on now, strip."
"What?" Pansy sounded horrified. "Draco, you're joking."
"Do I look like I'm joking?" Draco's face was deadly serious.
"But… no… I…"
"You were so eager to just then," Draco said.
"I was kidding!"
"As am I," Draco smiled. Pansy stared at him then threw the shirt at his face.
"Draco! That wasn't funny!"
"Why not? It seemed funny enough when you were asking me."
"Well, that's different," Pansy folded her arms.
"And wasn't it you who told me not to be sexist? Equal rights and all…"
"You're insufferable."
"Proud of it."
Pansy smiled. "Really then, what have they been making you do at Durmstrang?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Been working out?"
"Actually, rowing," Draco said.
"Oh," Pansy said. "I remember now… them and their goddamned boat."
"Someone crashed it into a tree once," Draco said. "One of the happiest days of my life."
"Well, it couldn't have been all bad…" Pansy ran her hand over Draco's arm muscles, feeling them under the fabric.
"Please Pansy," Draco said. "No incestuous behavior."
"Incest?" Pansy said indignantly. Draco smiled, slightly.
"You've always been a sister to me, haven't you?"
"Mm," Pansy smiled back. "Though now I wish I wasn't," she joked.
"Keep wishing," Draco said.
---
"Harry?" Ron called, walking into the room. "Harry? Harry, where are you?"
He heard the tap water running. He knocked on the toilet door. "Harry, you in there?"
"Ron?"
"You alright?" Ron asked. There was a silence then Harry opened the door, clutching at his scar, eyes watering in pain.
"Harry? What's wrong?" Ron asked, alarmed.
"I… I don't know," Harry said, his voice coming out in pained hisses. "It…" he screamed in agony.
"Omigod shit… d'you want me to get Hermione?"
"No, no it's okay…" Harry said, taking in a deep breath.
"Can I…"
Harry took his hand away and Ron reached out to touch the scar tentatively. He drew back quickly. "Ah!"
"It hurts…" Harry moaned.
"What the hell did you do to it?" Ron asked, staring at his fingers, wide-eyed. The scar had burned… it had been like plunging his hand in fire.
"Nothing!"
Ron didn't know what to do. "Um… are you sure?"
"Of course I'm bloody sure!" Harry snarled.
"Do you want me to get Madam Pomfrey?"
Harry muttered something.
"What?"
"Ron… I killed him, didn't I?" Harry asked.
"Killed? Who?"
"Voldemort."
Ron froze. "You don't…"
"Why else would my scar hurt?"
"Well, there's probably some other explanation… I mean, I saw You-Know-Who dead… his body blew up into ashes, I saw it!"
"I know I know… but what else could it be?"
"Well…" Ron struggled. "Maybe… maybe you got something into it?"
"My scar's bloody closed you git, it's not like something's going to worm its way in through my dead skin."
"Did you have to put it that way?" Ron tried to joke. Harry's mouth twitched, then he bowed his head down and yelled as a fresh surge of pain swept through his forehead.
---
Draco gasped and clenched his head.
"Draco?" Pansy was instantly alert. "Draco!"
"I…" Draco screamed as he saw a pair of ruby red eyes glare at him.
"Draco, what is it?" Pansy asked, scared.
"Who… are you…" Draco whispered. He found it hard to speak, hard to breathe…
"Dammit! Draco, stay here, don't go anywhere I'll be back!" Pansy said and ran for help.
"Ah. She's gone. Finally." A voice sounded in Draco's head.
"What do you-"
Draco's eyes widened and his body stiffened as he fell to the floor, choking and clawing at his throat as he desperately fought for air.
"Harry!" Ron yelled in alarm. "HARRY!"
"Ron? What's wrong?" Hermione burst into the room, just as Harry let out another scream of pain.
"Stupefy!" Hermione shouted, pointing her wand at the brunette. Harry froze momentarily, then there was a bright flash and his body slammed hard against the floor, unconscious.
"What happened, Ron?" Hermione asked, her tone brisk and 'down to business'.
"I don't know!" Ron looked panicked. "I came in, and he was clutching his scar, then he suddenly started screaming…"
Hermione looked at the brunette and she gasped, shocked. She knelt down at touched Harry's scar softly, a hiss of pain escaping her lips as the emanated heat burnt her fingers.
"What…" Ron trailed off as he too saw the scar.
It was glowing bright green.
---
Draco took sharp intakes of breath, but to no avail. It was as if every breath he took poured from his lungs. He felt like he was drowning…
No!
He struggled for air, fighting desperately.
"How pathetic," he heard someone sneer, and suddenly…
He sat up, gulping in sweet air thankfully.
Strange though… he didn't feel like…
"I suppose I should thank you," the voice mused.
Who are you? he thought hoarsely. Why are you in my head?
"My dear boy, surely you can't have forgotten me already." Draco saw a tall male walk towards him and he froze in fear. The teen bent down, a smirk on his face as he roughly took hold of Draco's chin, forced him to look up into his raging ruby eyes.
"Tom Marvolo Riddle," he said. "Lord Voldemort."
---
Hermione stroked back Harry's sweaty fringe gently, her fingers running lightly over the fading green scar.
"Why does everything have to happen to him?" Hermione said angrily. "He's a good person… why does everything bad always have to happen to him?"
"Maybe he did something to deserve it," Ron said quietly.
"What? What could he have done?" Hermione said. Ron was silent. "He's never done anything bad in his life," Hermione continued. "And I bet anything he did that was bad probably was unintentional."
"I don't know Hermione," Ron sighed. "He doesn't even sound like the Harry I once knew."
"I know, Ron," Hermione said.
"I mean, he was fine with you, then suddenly he started…"
"I know," Hermione said, smiling sadly. "Sometimes I wonder if that was my fault."
"What?" Ron sounded incredulous. "What makes you think it was your fault?"
"I don't know," Hermione looked upset. "I don't know what went wrong… we were so happy… then he started sinking into depression… slowly, I didn't even realize at first, until it was too late."
"It's not your fault, 'Mione," Ron said. "You can't blame yourself for what another person does."
"I know, I just…" Hermione sighed. "I just wish I had been a better girlfriend… maybe, there for him more… maybe if we hadn't broken up…"
"You can't blame yourself for that," Ron said. "He was already lost to us by then."
Hermione looked away. "This morning… he told me. He said he wanted us to get together again."
"Is that really what he said?" Ron asked quietly.
"'I want everything to be just like before'… that's what he said," Hermione said.
"What did you say?"
"I told him…" Hermione's eyes watered slightly. "I told him there was something between us, pushing us apart…"
Ron looked thoughtful. "Did he say anything after that?"
"No… just asked me to tell Snape he wasn't coming to class."
Ron frowned. "Do you think maybe he meant he wanted everything to be like how it was in the first year? I mean, no offense Hermione, but it doesn't sound like he was asking to be your boyfriend again."
"I don't know…" Hermione sighed. "I wish I knew more. He's our friend and yet he knows much more about us than we do about him."
"People change."
"Not that mu…" Hermione trailed off as Harry moved beneath her hand, moaning.
"Harry? Feeling better?" Ron asked.
"Not really," Harry said, holding his head.
"Your… scar… still hurting?" the redhead asked.
"No, I just feel… tired."
"That's alright then… you just stay here and sleep," Hermione said concernedly.
"Don't I have to get to Divination?" Harry said.
"Divination!" Hermione snorted. "Well even better, you won't be missing that much."
"We've got to go now Hermione," Ron said, heading to the door. "Don't worry Harry," he added. "I'll tell you what horrible way you're going to die today."
Hermione kissed Harry on the cheek then she left with Ron.
Don't worry Harry. I'll tell you what horrible way you're going to die today.
For some reason, today, Harry didn't find that very funny.
---
What… how… Draco thought.
"You disappoint me," Voldemort shook his head. "I thought you were smart."
How…
"I transferred a part of myself to you. When I transformed you." A sneer marred Tom's handsome features.
"Draco, I couldn't find any… are you alright?" Pansy asked, noticing Draco's blank stare at the doorway. Voldemort scowled then disappeared as Pansy ran to the blonde.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm… fine," Draco said shakily.
"Why were you staring at the door?"
"Pansy… did… did you see anyone?"
"I didn't get anyone, no…" Pansy said, her voice still worried as she helped lift the blonde up.
"No… he was right here, in the room… he talked to me…"
"Who?"
"Him," Draco said, and Pansy knew immediately by the tone who Draco was talking about.
"But… he's dead," Pansy said.
"He's here," Draco shuddered. "He's in…"
He didn't finish his sentence. Voldemort stood in front of him and smiled evilly, then touched his palm to Draco's chest.
He took over his body.
"Draco?" Pansy noticed the sudden silence. "Draco, are you…"
"I'm fine," Draco said. Pansy dropped him immediately, startled. That wasn't Draco… not his voice. Draco would never speak in such a cold tone, not to her…
"I'm fine," he repeated, then walked out.
"Draco… where are you going?" Pansy asked, suddenly fearful. The blonde whirled around, and Pansy was alarmed at the amount of burning hatred blazing in those icy-blue eyes.
"It is none of your concern," he said, his voice frigid as he walked away. Pansy stared after him then ran out.
"Draco?" Pansy whispered, turning a corner nervously. "Draco, are you alright?"
What kind of stupid question is that? Pansy thought. Of course he wasn't; how could he be? First he started screaming and holding his head, then he started seeing things, then he started to act… possessed…
Pansy didn't doubt Draco's word. When he said, "he's in…" she knew. And she didn't doubt him, she never did. Draco wouldn't joke about something like that.
The girl wondered, what hold did he have over Draco?
He got sick, Pansy suddenly realized. The last time… the last time he was here, Draco got sick.
She was furious. Draco may respect Lucius, but she sure as hell didn't. As far as she knew, as soon as that asshole had come into her friend's life he had gone nowhere but down.
She knew, as soon as she saw him. She knew he was going to be nothing but hell for Draco, and she realized that Draco knew it too. She could tell from the way her friend's face went blank when talked to, the polite manner in which he responded to Lucius…
He may respect him. But he'll never love him.
"Parkinson," a voice hissed and she whirled around, her heart leaping to her throat in fear. She caught a glimpse of a pair of gleaming blue eyes before she was frozen in a silent scream.
Pansy…
"Shit," the man swore.
Why did you do that to her? Draco was livid.
"She was unfaithful," Voldemort replied. "I don't take kindly to unfaithful people."
She didn't do anything to you.
"So gallant now," Voldemort sneered. "Don't worry, I didn't do anything to the little whore. I just stunned her."
Bastard, Draco swore.
Voldemort folded his arms. "You know, the worst time for a child is when he finally manages to tell the difference between right and wrong," he said. "That's when everything gets turned around. Everything they want to do they can't, and everything to don't they can."
Easier for you to manipulate? Draco spat.
"Manipulate?" Voldemort looked surprised. "My dear boy, I don't manipulate."
He leaned in close to Draco's face, closing his eyes and brushing his lips against a stunned Draco's mouth.
"I coax," he said. "And I encourage."
This time Draco really did want to spit. It was then that he suddenly realized.
Get the hell out of my body!
He could see Tom walking ahead… but every motion he did, every movement, Draco's body mimicked. He had figured a few minutes ago that Pansy couldn't see Voldemort, meaning that Voldemort was probably in his head, and…
Oh god, he thought. He felt sick.
"So you've finally figured it out!" Voldemort crowed happily. "Did that feel good? Casting that spell over her… watching her limbs stiffen, a living doll…"
You sicken me, Draco thought, and starting fighting for control.
"I sicken you?" Voldemort sounded amused. "Come now, what do you call what you did earlier then?"
What?
"You know. This," he said, then whirled around and kissed Draco hard on the mouth.
And, of course, Draco's body followed.
What the hell are you doing? Draco yelled.
"Only what you seemed to be enjoying so much with Potter," Voldemort said, pulling back and licking his lips. "Though really, I thought you'd have better taste than him."
Fuck off, Draco thought furiously. He was so angry… how dare that… that bastard take advantage of him like this? He hated it!
The old panic started rising in him again. He hated this feeling… this feeling of uselessness. He hated not having control. He was always in control!
Except… when he was in werewolf state. He hated it so much… he would fight and fight until pure mental exhaustion, and the werewolf would still be victorious…
He always did something bad when he wasn't in control.
"Ah, my little serpent," Voldemort touched his face, Draco's body mimicking and touching his. Draco felt sick, even though he knew Voldemort was only in his mind and he was really only touching air. "Always the leader."
Draco remained silent. "Oh, don't be like that," Voldemort said. "Here, let me give you a kiss to make you feel better."
Why the hell are you doing this to me? Draco thought, shuddering in disgust as the man's cool tongue licked lightly over his skin.
"Who thought you would grow so nicely?" Voldemort murmured, ignoring Draco's question as he bit at the blonde's collarbone. Draco suddenly realized; he wasn't licking back! He could-
No. He couldn't.
"You think I'm stupid, serpent?" Voldemort laughed as Draco struggled to move, his body standing blankly, an overlarge doll. He licked the area under Draco's ear.
"You like that, don't you, serpent?" he whispered, hissing in Parseltongue.
Fuck. Off. Draco replied, icy cold. Voldemort froze and snarled in anger.
"Alright. Now, you asked for it."
He didn't hesitate. Swiftly, deftly, he started unbuttoning Draco's shirt.
Wait, what the hell are you- Draco started, panicked as he felt the fabric slide down off his shoulders.
"Shut up," Voldemort commanded as he started down Draco's chest, ravishing the young teen's body in pure ecstasy.
---
It was a few hours after lunch when Ron and Hermione started to return to the Gryffindor dormitories.
"Remind me never to eat anything Hagrid makes again. Ever," Ron said.
"You could have just said no," Hermione laughed.
"That wouldn't have been nice… he was so intent on us eating those damned things."
"It's the thought that counts."
Ron groaned. "I think I'm going to have indigestion."
Hermione turned the corner then spotted something.
"Ron, is that…"
"Parkinson?" Ron yelped. "What are you doing here?"
Hermione went up to her. "Ron, look, she's been stunned."
"Stunned?" Ron looked surprised. "Who would've done that to her?"
"I don't know," Hermione said. She took out her wand and said the counter-spell. Pansy unfroze and stumbled a little, recovering quickly.
"Are you-" Hermione started.
"Draco!" Pansy shrieked to a very startled Hermione. "Where is he? Draco!"
"Wait, wait, calm down, what's with Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"Shit!" Pansy swore. "Where is he?"
"Pansy, calm down!" Hermione said.
"Don't tell me to calm down!" the girl shrieked.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Ron said. The girl took a deep breath, clearly very agitated and annoyed at the disruption.
"Draco… he… I think he's been possessed."
"Possessed?" Hermione said. "That's impossible, ghosts can't-"
"Not by a ghost," Pansy said. "It's him."
The way she said 'him' was enough.
"But… You-Know-Who's dead!" Ron stammered.
"I saw him," Pansy said, her voice deadly serious. "In Draco. He took over his body."
"But…" Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry!"
She turned and started to run at full speed to the Gryffindor towers, followed closely by Ron and Pansy.
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"Mmm… enjoying that, serpent?" Tom whispered, licking the delicate skin around Draco's bellybutton.
Get the fuck away from me! Draco screamed in fury and despair.
"You seem to enjoy it so much when Potter does it…" the man started moving lower.
You fucking disgusting bastard!
That got him.
"You dare to call me 'disgusting'?" he hissed, his fury shooting through the blonde like millions of shard of shattered glass. Draco suddenly felt his body moving again, but not from his control.
Where… he trailed off as he realized he was heading for the Gryffindor towers.
"Wormwood," his mouth said.
"Hrm? Oh, alright," the Fat Lady said sleepily, awoken from a long nap. Voldemort pushed the door open and walked in, Draco's body following obediently behind. He went to Harry's room, then stopped and looked at the teen, sleeping in the bed.
His mouth twisted into a smirk as he saw the crystal rose, lying on the bedside table.
What are you… Draco felt a feeling of dread.
Draco's hand lifted, holding the wand.
"Imperio," he said.
That's not going to work, Harry can withstand the Imperio curse…
"While he's asleep?" Voldemort smirked, and seeing the instant blank look on Harry's peaceful face Draco realized what Voldemort said was true. Draco's body moved to Harry's side.
"Here, love," he said, handing the Gryffindor the rose. "Hold this."
It suddenly hit Draco what Voldemort was going to do. No, no, please!
"Now…" his mouth hissed softly. "Break it."
Harry raised his hand high, then brought it crashing down to the floor, smashing the crystal to tiny pieces.
The blackness spilled out and seeped into Draco.
He screamed.
A/N: I know this chapter's pretty unclear. Summary. Basically, Voldemort took control of Draco's body. However, Draco can see what Voldemort's doing… like he's standing in front of him, and whatever he does Draco's body mimics. This is all in Draco's mind; his body is doing what Voldemort does, but he's the only one who can see him.
Oh, and the werewolf's there as well. ^^