Title: You and I

Author: Mage

Rating: R

Authors reminder: This story is very AU. Please read the summary to show you the world this is set in. It is vital to remember that these characters personalities will be different from the cannon characters. This is because their life experiences, and the people that have influenced their lives, are different in some way. I have kept their deeper personalty traits in tact, but they have changed.

Please feel free to ask questions about characters histories and background details. You can even ask me about how individual characters are the way they are. I have sorted out most of that information and if giving you this information does not compromise this story, and other stories I am going to write that connects to this, then I will give you that information.

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CHAPTER THREE: Tears of a Dragon

The words hung in the air for a moment, bringing a silence so deep that time itself seemed to be holding its breath.

Then, in a flash, it was broken. And all hell broke lose.

"'Together.'"

"Harry, what the hell is the meaning of this?!"

"As in a couple?!"

"Draco, how could you? He is a self righteous little Gryffindor brat!"

"What are you thinking? His family is immersed in the dark arts!"

"A Malfoy does not partner with a Potter!"

"You are embarrassing our family!"

"You bring shame to our name!"

The deep male voices of their fathers echoed through the room together, as the last two statements were spoken during a pause in the adults' ranting.

Harry just stared at his father, not knowing what to say to the man, and for the first time he felt that he truly didn't know him. It was as if the loving and understanding father he had grown up knowing was nothing but a fragment of a dream, and the man's promise that he would love him, be proud of him, and support him in everything in life, was nothing but a lie.

But then again, that promise was made long ago, in a time before his parents were agents in the Order of the Phoenix, in a time where they did not live with horrors so that others would not have to. In a time where they were not cold and distant. Not mere shells of their former selves.

Over the years, Harry had grown distant with them, until it became awkward to even greet them in ways many children would greet their parents.

Draco, on the other hand, paled at his father's words, slightly shaking at the anger and disappointment he heard in his father's voice. Unlike Harry, whose family had drifted apart during his early years in Hogwarts, he was very close to his. His father had shown nothing but support to his young son, always whispering words of comfort when he was sad, and was always there to pick him up when he fell. And now here he was calling him a disappointment, looking at him with an anger that he had never seen turned to him before. He knew Lucius had a temper, but he had never seen his eyes so cold.

"Father…"

"Don't 'Father' me. Right now, Draco, I don't even recognize you. I thought I knew you. But it seems that I don't."

Draco looked at his father in shock. They had always been close. At times seeming more like friends then a parent and child.

"Father, you do know me. I haven't changed. I'm still who I have always been."

"Is that so? Then how is it I had no idea that you even liked the Potter boy, let alone harbored feelings for him? How long have you even been in this relationship? How long have you lied to me?"

"Since the end of fourth year," came Draco's weak reply.


"A little less then two years…" Lucius whispered mostly to himself. "You have been lying to me for almost TWO YEARS!"

"Father, please, it was not that long! We were going to tell you eventually."

"When?! When we hear a whisper that you're sharing rooms with the Gryffindor brat! After you could no longer hide and lie about your shameful relationship with that boy? After your engagement to Pansy was finally set? Or were you going to wait until the Daily Prophet got hold of this while you were married to Pansy and had given me an heir? Were you going to wait till the Daily Prophet splashed the news that you were whoring yourself to a Gryffindor!"

"Father that is not how it would have been!" Draco cried.

"'Not how it would have been?' Draco, that is how it already is," Lucius said fiercely. "You lied."

"I-I-"

"No more excuses Draco. No more lies," Lucius said, looking suddenly more tired and older then his forty-one years. "He is using you. And you have willingly gone and given yourself over to him."

"Father, I love him!" At this time Draco was close to tears.

"'Love him'?!"

"I can't help who I fall in love with!"

"Draco, do not take me for some naïve fool. This is not some fairytale. In the real world there is no such thing as 'love at first sight', or 'fated love'. There is only the decision to fall in love. Love is not fate, it is decided upon. You love him because you chose to love him. And by doing that you betrayed your family and all that we are. He is one of them Draco. One of the people who have treated us like scum under their shoe for years. Do you think so little of your family, of yourself, to go and whore yourself to one of them? To them we are nothing but second class citizens that are below them."

Lucius then stopped speaking, and for a moment just stared at his son. "You betrayed my faith in you, boy. If you hold my love and faith in such low regard then I don't know if I can hold yours any higher. "

Unlike the rest of Lucius' speech, the last sentence was spoken in a steady tone, just above a whisper. Yet it had the same effect as if he had been bellowed it at the top of his lungs in the quiet night. The room seemed to freeze at the coldness of Lucius words. The other occupants in the room could only sit and stare at father and son. They were still as frozen to the spot now as they had been through the rest of the confrontation. Those that didn't know Lucius personally were shocked at the emotions he was showing, and those that did, were shocked at what he was saying. Many would take a look at the tall icy man and believe that money and power was what he held most dear to his heart, but those that knew that he had a heart, knew that his son was his heart. Nothing meant more to him then his baby Dragon. Not Narcissa. Not his name. His wife knew this and loved him all the more for it. So it was a shock to hear him deny the unconditional and selfless love, which only a parent can bestow, to his only child.

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Authors Note:

*ducks, with hands over head* Don't hurt me! I know, I know! It's damn short. *points to Lucius* Blame him. He just won't rant any more. I swear my characters have more control over me then I do of them!

I tried to make this longer, but it just seemed strained. I was going to join this with the next part that I have already written but it won't fit. They must stand alone. *shrugs*

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Wonapalei – I'm glad you like! I'm so happy. I know the chapters are a bit on the short side. I was just waiting for someone to bring that up. I'll try to make them longer and in the up coming events they may have to be, but right now I'm sorry. I just started university and the pile of assessments I have to cover is taller then me! And regardless of what my brother says I'm not that short! Certainly not as short as my Draco. hehe..

Lady Laffs-a-Lot – I'm glad you think the twist was interesting. I was afraid most would get confused. This fic will be different. I'm trying to introduce new concepts.

drama-queen8 – I'm so happy to see that the beginning of this so far has captured your interest. If you want to see what happens next you have to keep reading!! Hehe…