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Thank you:
Glimmer- yeah, I know he's out of character, but he's also going mental, so he's supposed to be a little out of character.
Lilly Potter- well, he tells them, but the result is interesting
Redrose2310- Okay, he gives him the bracelet in the chapter just for you
Kuroi Shi- I am so sorry that it took me so long to update, and I hope you like this chapter
Other stuff: It might be a week or two before I get the next chapter up because my grandpa just died and I have to go to Oregon to his funeral, so yeah.
Chapter 3
[Young and Proud, Young and Proud
We are marching of the same side of destiny
On the same side of destiny]
'What did I just do?'
'Sold yourself down the river. Well, you know what they say about blondes.'
'Leave me alone! I just turned away from the only person whose ever cared about me. I need some time alone!'
'I'll never leave you alone.'
'Go away damn it!'
'I'll never leave... you'll never be alone....'
Draco sat in the dart of the infirmary mentally arguing with his inner demos when I voice cut out of the darkness:
"Having problems? Maybe I can help."
He froze, hearing the voice, that voice. The only sound in the world that he was afraid of. He sat up and saw his father discarding an invisibility cloak and taking a seat on the chair closest to his bed. Lucius Malfoy studies his son closely, somewhat awed that two people that looked so much alike, could be so different. The stare caused Draco to mentally falter, although he had outwardly perfected a neutral look.
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough."
"Father," Draco softly said, not wanting to wake any other patients in the hospital wing. "What do you want?"
Lucius pulled out his want and murmured a quiet silencing spell of the curtains around the bed where Draco sat.
"What do I want?" He repeated mockingly before he exploded. "I want your obedience and loyalty to our lord! I saw what happened between you and Potter, and if you weren't my son, I would kill you!" He paused, took a deep breath, and then continued in his normal, calm voice. "But you are my son, and a member of the Death Eaters. Don't deny it, you carry the mark on your arm. Since you are overly eager to be with Mr. Potter, you can, so help you god. But remember I have eyes everywhere in this school, and they will always be on you. Nothing you do will be a secret."
Draco lowered his eyes, used to his father's frequent outbursts. Ever since his magical training had begun, he would be yelled and screamed at whenever he failed to complete a simple spell or task. Being watched was also a common occurrence. His father had made sure that he was watched all through 2nd and 4th year to make sure the other Death Eater children were completing the tasks that had been set before them.
"I will put you under Imperious if I need to," his father continued, holding Draco's gaze in an ice-cold lock. "If Crouch could keep the famous Mad-Eye Moody under it for so long, just think of what I could do to you."
"I don't know father," Draco cynically responded. "But knowing you, a lot worse then Crouch could ever think of."
"Just try me." Lucius slipped under the invisibility cloak and disappeared from Draco's sight. "And remember, I'll be watching you."
Draco was left alone in the darkness of the hospital wing, contemplating whether his father was really there, or if he had just imagined it all.
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"Umm.... Ron? Hermione? Could I talk to you guys for a minute," Harry asked his two best friends after returning to the toasty common room.
His 'talk' with Draco hadn't helped much, but he knew Draco was right when he told Harry to tell Ron and Hermione. It had surprised him that Draco had been able to be so understanding. But the wizarding world was full of surprises, and Draco Malfoy was just one of them.
"Sure Harry," Hermione answered, exchanging a glance with Ron. Harry had the feeling that he was a favorite topic of theirs to talk about. "What was it that you wanted to talk about?"
"Well, lately I've been a little distant from you guys and I wanted to apologize," Harry began, feeling himself turning red. "This certain thing has been going on, and I think it's time you knew."
"So you're going to tell us who your girlfriend is?" Ron asked, grinning widely. Harry mentally flinched.
"Not exactly," Harry trailed off. Her wasn't sure how well his friends would take the fact that he was now 'the boy who lived an alternate lifestyle'. "But I am seeing someone."
"Who?" Hermione questioned, a smile blooming across her face.
"Yeah who? Can we guess?" Ron piped in. "Is she older or younger?"
"Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff."
"Definitely Ravenclaw 'Mione, Hufflepuffs are too blank for Harry."
They both rounded on him. "Who?!?"
"Umm...," Harry fought an extreme urge of sprinting out of the room and never coming back. "I.. I.."
"You what?!?"
"I can't tell you!"
There he had spit it out. He wasn't going to tell since he was to embarrassed. He started to get up, turning to sprint out of the room when Hermione and Ron each grabbed one of his hands and pulled him down.
"You're not going anywhere!" Hermione stated. "Now, I respect your privacy, but at least don't bail out on us Harry."
"Yeah, and I want to know who it is!" Ron exclaimed, earning a glare from Hermione. "Come on Harry, I mean, how bad could it be? Not that troll Eloise Midgen?" Hermione's glare grew bigger.
"Umm... No." Harry wished that he had the ability to apparate off of the school grounds.
"Harry don't you trust us?"
"Ron, Hermione," Harry looked at his two best friends. He knew Draco wanted them to know the truth, but it was just so hard to do. "It's not that I don't trust you, but it's just not what you'd expect."
"Harry, whoever you want to date is fine with us," Hermione said in an understanding voice. You could always count on her to understand and be the thoughtful one.
"I mean we wouldn't care if you told us that you were dating Snape, well okay, we would care if it was Snape, but it couldn't be worse then Snape," Ron said, trying to lighten the situation. There was a pause in the conversation. "Oh my god! It's not Snape, is it?"
"No!" Harry looked horrified at the thought. "I have more respect for myself then to date Snape! Honestly, he was in the same year as my parents."
Harry was quickly calculating in his head whether or not Ron and Hermione would rather have him dating Snape or Draco. Snape had saved them once, but Draco on the other hand had tried to make school a living hell for all three of them since first year. Harry winced; they probably would rather have him dating Snape then Draco.
"Wait! I got it, you're dating Malfoy," Ron said as Hermione started laughing. Harry froze, but quickly changed the look on his face.
"Right, you got me, I'm dating Malfoy," Harry said in a joking tone of voice. There he had told them he was dating Malfoy, although it wasn't that believable.
"That's a good one Harry," Ron said still laughing, but Hermione just stared at him, not laughing anymore.
"Yeah, right." Harry had never felt emptier.
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(The Next day)
After breakfast, Harry hurried up to the hospital wing, the box with the bracelet in it once again in his hand. He would remember to give it to Draco this time, not like last time when he felt to timid to do it and promptly forgot about it. A group of 3rd years were cluttered in the hall, and Harry was dismayed to see that Dennis Creevey was among them.
"Alright there Harry?" He asked, pulling his new camera out of his pocket. "Can you pose with my friends here for a picture so that I can send it to my parents? I told them all about you and how noble and courageous your were and they were dying to see a picture of you. So can you-"
"Not right now Dennis," Harry said, cutting the younger Creevey off. "I just came this way to tell you all that Filch is coming this way and he's in a really bad mood. You better scat."
"Oh Harry, you're so nice to tell us."
"Yes, yes, well I better be going."
"Right, bye Harry."
Harry rolled his eyes as soon as they left. He didn't need them around to wonder why he was going to the hospital wing. The Creevey's were something else, but Colin was finally leaving Harry alone, he must have started to grow up.
He entered the hospital wing, and was immediately countered by Madam Pomfrey.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, what have you injured or broken this time?"
"Nothing Madam, I was just here to, to.."
"You don't have to explain it to me Harry, the Headmaster has already informed me on the situation. He's working on some of his schoolwork now, but he's awake. Maybe you can talk some good in him, he's as obstinate as ever."
"Thank you Madam Pomfrey."
He headed back to where Draco's bed was, the curtain had been removed since yesterday. There was a pile of candy from his admirers and friends from slytherin. Harry noticed a small basket from Narcissa but nothing from Draco's father. Draco was heavily immersed in his arithmancy book, he didn't see or hear Harry come up and sit down in the chair next to his bed.
"Draco?" Harry watched as Draco jumped as he said his name. His head shot over to where Harry was sitting, proving that he really had not noticed Harry approaching him.
"How long have you been sitting there?"
"Long enough."
Draco's face grew stony silent for a minute after Harry had talked. Harry was afraid that he had upset him.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry asked, genuinely concerned about the whereabouts of his newfound friend. "Is something wrong?"
"Did you talk to them?" Draco asked, changing the conversation. Harry nodded, but didn't say anything. "And what did they say?"
"They didn't really say anything," Harry truthfully answered, he wasn't about to lie and break Draco's trust. "They thought it was an elaborate joke. Well, Ron did anyway, I think Hermione might have actually believed me though."
"Yes, not much slips past her." Draco put his book down. "Harry, where do we stand?"
"I was hoping that you would tell me," he answered after a moment's pause. "I don't really know."
"Neither do I."
[Anyway, Anyway you do it wrong
I'm calling out your name but you never hear me]
"Then we won't stand anywhere for the present," Draco said, not meeting Harry's eyes, afraid that he would be mesmerized in their emerald depths.
"Agreed." Harry answered.
They didn't talk again for another few minutes, Harry noticed that Draco was visibly paling. His hand slowly made it's way up the opposite arm and tightly clutched at it.
"Draco, what's wrong," Harry said suddenly, standing up to assist him. "Do you need me to get Madam Pomfrey?"
"No!" Draco said, his eyes widening. "She can't know."
"Know what?"
"It burns," Draco whispered, "it just burns and burns." He ran his hand along where the Darkmark was hidden under his shirt, burning black to show that Voldemort was calling the Death Eaters. "I have to go to him, he's calling for us."
It finally clicked in Harry's mind was Draco was talking about, and he grabbed his arms, forcing him to stay down. Draco struggled against him, trying to get up and out of the bed.
"Draco, stop it," Harry snapped at him, "you are in no condition to be out of the hospital wing, much less going to Voldemort."
"Harry, he'll kill me if I'm not there," Draco hissed. "I have to go or he'll think that I'm betraying him like Snape."
Harry drew in a quick breath of air. "He knows about Snape?"
"All of them know about Snape, they just don't say anything. Voldemort is biding his time, waiting for him to make a vital mistake before he kills him."
Harry didn't say anything, but kept Draco firmly on the bed. Draco had finally stopped struggling when the door to the hospital wing was hurriedly pushed open and Snape himself walked in. He took one look at Harry and sneered, but Harry knew that Snape would risk his life to keep Harry safe.
"Potter, I ask you to remove your teenage hands from my student," Snape coldly commanded. "He needs to accompany me to a certain meeting. " Snape threw a black, hooded robe at Draco, who caught it and started putting it on.
"You can't go, it's too dangerous," Harry blindly protested.
Draco stopped putting on the robe, glanced at Snape, who nodded and left the room, saying that Draco had five minutes to join him in the hall.
"Harry, I don't want to go, but it is my duty to my name to go," Draco said monotonously.
" 'I'll never have that name' isn't that what you told me?" Harry crossly asked Draco.
"I never will, but I cannot deny my father or Lord Voldemort. Not if I value what I have right now."
"Why not?"
"He knows Harry, my father knows. He knows everything there is between us, and if Voldemort was to know, I would never be able to talk to you again."
"Then don't go, stay here. Dumbledore can protect you."
"Dumbledore won't be around forever, and he is not in favor with the Ministry anymore. What protection can he offer?"
"Protection from Voldemort and your father until you're old enough to live on your own."
"Harry, I go to protect what I hold dear to myself."
"Is your life worth that risk?"
Draco stopped talking, he would not argue with Harry now, not since he was going to protect him. He couldn't have Voldemort find out about his feelings for Harry. Voldemort would find a way to have Harry killed, most likely wanting Draco to bring Harry to him to prove his loyalty.
"I'm not arguing with the person that I'm going to the meeting to protect. Harry, I'll be fine. Have you so little faith in me?"
"I have faith in you, but I have more faith in what Voldemort will do to you if he finds out. I have only now found you, I cannot lose you now."
"Then you will not."
Harry shoved the box in Draco's hands, before turning to leave the room.
"Goodbye Draco."
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Sorry for the short chapter..... loved it? hated it? please review and tell me