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.