Title: The Dragon
Pendant
Chapter: Twelve
Author: DaemonGirl or aka
Phoenix
Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual
relations and violence, maybe language.
Disclaimer: I do not
own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then
putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs
mentioned either.
As Harry started down
the corridor again, he glanced at the glowing pendant. It didn't seem
to be getting any brighter, but instead it seemed to stop glowing.
This puzzled Harry a great deal.
Since the pendant stopped
glowing, Harry sighed and went to look out the window. From where he
was standing he seen someone run towards the direction of the lake.
That is when he remembered he was supposed to meet Draco there.
He
quickly hurried out of the castle towards the lake. He was slowed
down several times by professors roaming the halls looking for
students out of bed, and once by Peeves the poltergeist.
Once
he was outside of the castle, he took of his invisibility cloak and
carefully put it in his pocket. He then ran to the lake taking a path
he knew all too well. When he got to the spot he promised he'd meet
Draco, he was out of breath. He also noticed that Draco was not
there.
He waited for a few moments thinking that the blond
Slytherin was going to be late, he noticed a slight movement at the
other end of the lake. Curiosity getting the better of him, he
decided he need to know who it was. If it wasn't anyone of importance
to him, he could turn around and wait by the tree he just vacated,
but if it was someone of import, he would definitely be happy to
indulge in a conversation with that person.
The closer he got,
the more he was certain it was Draco, except it didn't seem like
Draco at all. The blond figure was sitting on the ground with his
head in his lap, and seemed to be weeping.
"Draco,"
Harry called quietly. The blond figure looked up. He had tearstains
down his face. He also had slight traces of blood on his robes
too.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry questioned him,
shocked at the appearance of the other person.
"Nothing,"
Draco retorted. "Just go away and leave me alone!"
"No,
I will not. I would never leave someone I would consider a friend.
Even if it is you," Harry spat back at him.
Harry noticed
that Draco turned away from him. He sat down next to the upset boy
and put his arm around him to comfort him. Draco just shrugged him
off and turned even further away.
"Draco, please. Tell me
what's wrong," Harry prodded.
"I told you, I don't
want to talk about it, now just go away."
"Draco.
Please tell me what's wrong," Harry pleaded, "is there
anything I can do? Even if it is just to listen."
"I
told you to go away. Doesn't Boy Wonder ever listen to what he is
told to do?" Draco said as he tired to cover his hands and
wrists.
Harry replied, "If I ever listened to what I was
supposed to do and not to do, I would live a hellish boring life."
He looked at the pale blond with concern, "Now, tell me what is
bothering you."
Draco looked at Harry with big watery
silver eyes, "I can't tell you. I can't tell anyone," he
whimpered.
"Draco," Harry said in a stern voice,
"tell me or I will take you to see Dumbledore and he will get
you to talk." Harry tried to put his arm around the blonde again
and this time was successful.
Draco moved into Harry and wept
silently into his neck. After a few moments he spoke. "I can't.
I just can't," he replied. "No matter how hard I want to, I
cannot put into words what happened." He then wiped the tears
from his face and started to move away from Harry.
"Can
you at least tell me if someone hurt you? You don't have to speak,
just nod your head yes or no," harry asked.
Draco slowly
shook his head yes, then shrugged.
I'll take that as a yes,
Harry thought.
"Was it a student?"
Draco
slowly shook his head no.
"A professor?" Harry asked
with a little more concern in his voice then he would have liked at
the time as he watched Draco stand.
Draco bowed his head and
looked away again, ashamed.
"So it was a professor,
then?"
"Just leave me alone!" Draco shouted,
"Just leave me alone, Potter, and don't worry about it. I can
take care of myself. A Malfoy doesn't need the likes of you to take
care of them"
"No, I will not leave you alone, give
me one reason why I should," Harry retorted.
"Because
you don't know anything! You don't know how it feels to be held
against your will, to be to be subject to torture, and ridicule,
while it isn't even you that is supposed to be there, but your
father, your dead father!" Draco started screaming, his voice
rising with each word.
Harry was leveled. He didn't know what
to say. He also didn't know how Draco could hold all his emotions in
like that for so long, though he really didn't know how long Draco
was holding these emotions.
Draco continued to rant as he
paced back and forth. "You don't know how it feels like to have
something you can never have because everyone thinks it's wrong, so
wrong in fact that you would be disowned by the entire wizarding
world if they found out." He then stopped and glared at
Harry.
"What the hell are you talking about, Malfoy? You
are ranting and raving like a lunatic in the middle of Mardi Gras,"
Harry tried to ask him, but Draco didn't hear him.
"Why
the hell am I telling you this? You are Mr. Boy-Who-Couldn't-Do-
Jackshit-Wrong-If-He-Tried!" He started to pace and rant again.
"Of course you have no freaking clue what the hell I am talking
about because you are just that damned naïve!" Draco then
just collapsed on the ground, apparently wearing himself
out.
Harry's eyes went round as he seen the collapse of the
blonde. "Draco," he called softly. "Draco. Draco."
He still got no response from him.
