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A/N: Alright, I know this isn't much of a chapter but I hope you like it anyway. And I know about my mousse spelling error on the last one to. Rachel pointed it out and made fun of me by saying she had a lovely picture of a moose jumping from Draco's hair. Oh well. . Anyway, I'm going to be starting school again tomorrow so I probably won't be able to update as often. I'll try to update at least once every week on Friday, if not more -- provided I have 5 or more reviews per chapter. So please review, I'll need the encouragement. Now, thanks to all of the people who reviewed on the last chapter.
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Past, Present, and Future.
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Part Seven: Long discussions
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By the time the walk back was half way finished, Draco was not a very happy boy. He was sticky, hot, dirty, and annoyed. Not to mention slightly embarrassed. How dare Potter have the nerve to as me if I'm blushing! How dare Potter put my father in Azkaban! How dare he.....!
Draco's thoughts trailed until he was basically, blaming Harry for.. Well, everything. He stared at Harry's back hatefully, mentally stabbing daggers into him. At least we're going to be out of this hellhole soon, and after he shows me this room of his, I can ditch him, thought Draco with a slightly happier demeanor.
He was interrupted from his thoughts when Harry spoke.
"Hey Malfoy. Can I ask you something?" Asked Harry, slowing down so he was side stepping Draco.
Draco studied him out of the corner of his eye, and scowled slightly. "If you must, but if I do answer, I'm not promising the truth."
Harry nodded, looking forward and pushing his glasses up again. "Why'd you do it?"
"Do what?"
Harry gave Draco a sideway glance. "Try to break your fath--"
"Belt it Potter. It's none of your business." Interrupted Draco, stepping over a dead log.
"You could have been given the Demetor's kiss you know." Said Harry softly.
"I'm to bloody young -- according to them. Now drop it."
Harry nodded, complying to Draco's demand. They continued along in silence, almost to the break of the forest, when Draco spoke. "Are you sorry?"
"For what?"
"For putting him in Azkaban, and basically sentencing him to the Demetor's kiss."
"No. And Yes."
Draco stopped an arched an eyebrow at him.
Harry shrugged, stopping, and folding his arms over his chest. "I'm not sorry for putting him in Azkaban. But I am sorry he's being sentenced to the Demetor's kiss."
Draco didn't reply.
"No-one deserves that. I'm not saying he doesn't deserve to die, but no-one deserves the Demetor's kiss."
"How can you say that Potter? You don't even know him."
Harry scoffed, kicking at a stone. "But I know who he works for, and I know he tried to kill me. I think I can say that with a lot of ease."
Draco scowled, his voice lacking it's normal drawl and said, "You don't know anything Potter."
Harry sighed and continued to walk, looking at the setting sun. Draco followed suit.
"Is someone threatening you Malfoy?"
"You being so smart Potter, I'd have thought you would have figured that one out." Snapped Draco angrily.
"Why? You aren't that big of an arse." Said Harry with a slight smirk.
Draco's scowl deepened. "Sod off Scar head."
Harry ignored him as they began walking up the steps to the castle. They both stopped. Harry sighed, "Night Malfoy."
Draco blinked. "Night? But you said you'd take me to this room of requirement of yours. ."
"I will." Promised Harry. "Tomorrow."
"No. Tonight." Insisted Draco, the warning ringing in his mind.
"I don't have to help you, you know." Said Harry calmly. "Besides we've already missed dinner, Filch will be on the guard, and McGonagall would throw a hissy fit if we were caught."
Draco smirked and smugly said, "Malfoy's don't get caught."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Your father did. So did you if I remember correctly."
Draco scowled, and begrudgingly said, "Tomorrow before breakfast then."
"Fine. Meet me outside the great hall."
"Fine, But you better be there at seven o'clock sharp Potter. I don't take kindly to waiting."
Harry stepped closer to Draco, to the point where he could just feel his breath on his skin. "And I don't take kindly to being bossed around by someone asking for my help. I'd watch what you say Malfoy."
Draco blushed slightly at the close contact as Harry brushed his way past the boy, heading into the castle.
He let out a slow breath and plastered the famous Malfoy scowl back on his face, before going in himself.
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Part Eight: Cold runs thy heart.
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Yawning, Draco said the password to his room. He stepped in, the portrait swinging behind him and the light automatically turning on. He didn't notice how out-of place a lot his things were, as he was lost in his thoughts.
How dare Potter back talk me. How the hell does he get under my skin like that? And why the hell am I thinking of him instead of the riddles? God damn it, like haunting me in the day isn't enough. .
Draco continued to mumble to himself as he sat in one of the big plush chairs in front of the fire. He stretched his legs out onto his coffee table and yawned again. I can't go to sleep, I need to figure out who's threatening me.
'Oh but you already know my dear,' said a small voice in his head.
No. She's dead. . The dead don't come back to life, unless resurrected -- and that's outlawed now.
'Are you so sure of that my dear? Look at all the times rules like that have been broken before, do you think the ministry would catch them if they did it again?'
Yes. .
The little voice laughed.
'You did it to her, and now she's come back to return the favor.'
No. .
'Yesss,' Hissed the voice.
"NO!"
No one answered this time. He scowled to himself and stood, pacing back and fourth.
You need to stop talking to yourself Draco. Calm down.. No one's here..
"No one's here.." Repeated Draco in a hushed whisper. "No one."
Just then, something sounded from Draco's room. He stopped in his tracks. What the hell..?
Draco strained his ears and listened.. Footsteps.
Draco pulled his wand from his pocket and raced towards his room. The lights automatically turned on as he walked in, his eyes scanning the room. No-one was there.
Draco sighed, lowering his wand. Great, now I'm getting paranoid.
His eyes landed on the open window. He calmly walked over to it and shut it, locking it with a rather advanced charm.
"There." Said Draco triumphantly, smiling slightly to himself. He turned around, walking towards his bed. That's when he noticed the lump under his blankets.
The lump quivered slightly and he took another step forward, gripping the hem of the blanket as he pulled it back slightly; just enough to see the handle of a dagger. He blinked. The dagger's handle was a glinting silver and had the Malfoy family crest etched into the tip.
How'd this get here..?
The lump throbbed again.
What the...
Draco pulled the blanket down more, but not much, just enough to be able to see the piece of parchment attached to the Malfoy dagger. He ripped it off, his hands shaking as he unfolded it and read it silently to himself.
Like the river,
Cold runs thy heart.
Shed your tears of silver,
For death do us part.
"What in the name of Merlin is that suppose to mean. .?"
Draco furrowed his brow in thought and quickly pulled the comforter down further. He stumbled backwards at the sight of the human heart and gagged, trying his best not to scream.
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