Kt: Thanks so much for the review :D it made my day.
Milbo: Thanks for the review, (I could just tell you now, because you're actually my sister / and sitting across the room from me.)
Drizztranger: Thanks ? For some it may seem better on Harry, but Sigh it would look good on Draco's Stomach, I'm not obsessed…
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--Sleep is the minds way of shitting, dreams are just thoughts you have no use for, thoughts that would poison you if you don't let them out, they say lack of sleep will drive you crazy soon enough--
Draco was having one of those nights, one of those nights you can't sleep, no matter how many times you twist and turn, and try to get lost in thoughts, it never seems to work. Draco sat up; his blankets were tangled up so it caused him to be uncomfortable. He sighed knowing there was only one thing for it; it was to go for a walk, clear his head. He looked at the mirror opposite him, he saw it barely in the dim light, He put on a cloak and put the hood over his head hoping that if anyone was to see him from afar they wouldn't recognize him. He went out of the dorm.
The dungeon was extremely cold. Draco saw his breath turn to mist. He walked through the halls and up a few stairs. He was alone, he liked being alone, being able to think thoughts. He was used to Crabbe and Goyle hanging around him all the time. Draco being denied the ability of being able to breathe freely. But he had gotten into the habit of going out for walks at night to clear his mind. He kept walking Hogwarts was big; you could go walking for hours without retracing your steps twice. Draco sighed and sat on the ground up against a wall. He didn't notice the faint footsteps approaching him, until he heard a voice.
'What are you doing?' Asked a voice, Draco recognized the voice straight away.
'What do you want Potter?' He asked bitterly, he didn't really feel like talking to anyone, especially not Potter. Harry removed his cloak and sat beside Draco, like they were friends. But Draco didn't quite feel that way, but he made no effort to stop him, he just sat there, looking apathetic.
'I heard you, I heard Dumbledore, Don't act as though I don't know, I'm not stupid…Please Talk to me' Harry said, he sounded kind. Like he wanted to actually be friends with Draco.
'Nothing, I don't care, I really don't, I don't care if Voldemort takes over the world and kills everyone who doesn't obey him, actually I would be quite happy' Said Draco.
'Well, I do. Malfoy, I wish you'd understand but you're not the only person in this world. We need your help, it's not alright, we need you to help us and together we'll defeat Voldemort, and it would be alright. Just can't you crack out of that cold empty shell and try to help someone for once?' Harry said this, and as he did you could hear him get annoyed at Draco. But not as bad when they would usually meet during school. 'I can't help you, I don't have a choice, I am loyal to my Lord and I wouldn't betray him' said Draco not really caring about how annoyed Harry was at him. 'If you help us, we would defeat him and you wouldn't need to worry about what Voldemort would do, because he would be gone. You could live a happy life. Without having to kill people, without being enslaved.' said Harry. 'Well, if I do help you, and everything you hope for comes true, I would still have to face consequences…' Draco stopped talking knowing he had said too much. 'What do you mean "Consequences"?' Asked Harry. His voice was serious.
'Never Mind' Said Draco looking down. 'No, I won't, please just tell me, you can trust me' said Harry. 'Oh, you don't want to know' Said Draco. 'Please tell me, I know I have treated you like shit, but its time to change, because at one point we are going to have to change our differences and have to work together, so we might as well start trying to get along. I promise I won't tell anyone' said Harry. Draco sighed, something in his brain was telling him to tell Harry how he felt, and what he was going through. So he started, He started talking about how he was treated at home, how he was tortured nearly everyday for his fathers and his friends pleasure, and amusement, how he was used as a sex toy for anyone who wanted to use him, but no one as much as his father. How he watched his own mother being raped and tortured when he was five. He talked for what seemed hours and by the end of it he was crying. Something he hadn't done in front of anyone. Harry seemed surprised; He took Draco in his arms and hugged him 'Oh My God, I am so sorry' Harry said finally, his voice was shaky. 'All this time I thought you had a perfect life'
'Well things aren't always what they seem' Said Draco standing up.
'Thank You' He said and walking off, leaving Harry alone in the cold.
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TBC