A/N: Okay, so it was boring. I'm coming to the climax of my story, I think. I want to get this fic done because I think its going down hill. That's okay though, it was my first slash fic... actually it was my first fanfic all together. (Well other then a one-shot) So it was hard. I might do another one, with a lot more romance. This one was all like... feelings, and I know you guys want to get to the R-rated stuff so maybe two chapters from now? I know, long wait. Maybe one...by the way, this fic might be getting a little bit more depressing and dark because that's how my mood is. I've been having a few personal problems.

Thanks to all my reviewers, if it weren't for you I would have given up this fic a long time ago.

Chapter Ten: Destroy

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My hand trailed across the silk sheets to land underneath my head. I sighed deeply as the snores of my fellow dorm mates echoed in my ears. The sun was long gone and had been replaced by a crescent moon, though I couldn't see it here in the dungeons.

I felt my eyes close slightly and open again. I couldn't get my mind off him. His green eyes. His full red lips. The innocent blush on his cheeks. I smiled slightly, remembering his lips warming my cold body.

I closed my eyes as I remembered my summer, the worst and best summer of my life. Harry had accepted me, he had learned to trust me. He had given me a chance to prove myself...

But I had pushed him away. My work for the order was too important and it was too late to give it up now. I had to get the dark mark, and Harry would hate me forever. I had to let him go before his feelings became too strong. Before it hurt too much.

I slid snugly into my shoulders, the damp coldness of the dungeons causing me to shiver. My head fell onto the pillow and I once again dove into the ocean of my horrible memories.

When I woke up the next morning, there was a soft trail of cinnamon coming from Blaise's bed, like always. I took in small whiff, sighing with delight.

"Draco, have you seen Theodore?" Said Blaise, walking in, drying his damp hair with a towel, worriedly. "Pansy hasn't come to bother me yet..." He looked at Theodore's bed suspiciously. "Sometimes I think he gets more action then me."

"Probably does." I slurred, slumping off my bed taking a sip of the water next to my table. "And if Pansy bothers you so much why are you still dating her."

Blaise pulled on his white dress shirt leaving his top three buttons undone. I shook my head as he smirked. "Because, she's the prettiest in Slytherin." He said simply, brushing his dark hair away from his eyes.

There was a small pause as he threw on his robes. "Where are you going, isn't it Saturday?" I said, watching him smile innocently.

"Nowhere."

"I swear, you and Pansy make the perfect couple. You'll both sleep with everyone but each other." I said, irritably, watching him smirk.

"The single life was grand, but Pansy gives me a good image. By the way, what happened to you? Don't you usually have a girl in your bed every night?"

I scowled at him, feeling incredibly lonely. Those were the days I drowned my sorrows with sex. Those were the days I craved Harry so much, I couldn't stand to be alone. I cast my eyes away from Blaise and lay back down in my bed, an incredible pain of regret tingling up my body.

"Uh, you okay Draco?" Said Blaise, watching me with interest.

"Fine." I said scratching my neck dreamily, watching as Blaise sat on his bed, digging through his trunk.

He gazed at me for a moment, his eyes very serious. "Draco, you're not seriously grieving your father's death are you? You're much to sulky, he was a bastard."

I scratched my ear lazily. Blaise had come over to the Manor many times and saw how my father had treated me. He was the only one who knew, other then Severus of course. He had a reason to say cruel things about my father, he was worried. Pansy on the other hand, was a backstabbing whore who found amusement in other's suffering.

"Blaise, he was still my father." I said regretfully, watching him scowl. His eyes travelled down one of my scars and he shook his head.

"He wasn't your father. He was your blood. He didn't treat you anything like you should treat a son." Said Blaise stuffing a stray tie into his trunk.

I snapped my head up angrily. "He gave me everything, Blaise. If it weren't for him I would be just as bad as the Weasley." I said, my eyes flinching as the words tumbled out of my mouth. Bad habits die-hard...

Blaise shrugged, his dark, shadowed eyes angry. "Whatever. You respect him way too much, Draco. I for one am glad he's out of your life." He said ruefully, walking out the door before I could say anything.

I sighed deeply, watching the heaving bodies of Crabbe and Goyle. Finally I got off the bed, stretching.

My heart caught in my throat as I spotted my journal lying on the floor. I closed my eyes tightly and fell onto the bed once more.

I didn't deserve Harry. Harry needed someone strong that could protect him. I was selfish and needy.

A bitter smile formed on my lips as I thought about how much more he must hate me now. About how he must have thought I took advantage of him. My heart fluttered uneasily, filling with guilt. That stinging pain returned causing me to clutch my chest.

God, it hurt. Why did it hurt?

I buried my head in my pillow, my hands still clutching my chest tightly; I could feel my nails digging into my flesh. How could one person, who I've hated and envied almost all my life, cause me the most pain I had ever experienced. How could one person make me hurt this badly?

I groaned desperately, biting my lips from crying out. Feelings of envy, hate, desire, longing, lust and love building up in my chest, flowing through my veins. I started to mumble into my pillow in pain. A huge headache throbbed in my head, clustering dozens of images all together in my mind. They all formed together casting my vision to blur. I groaned again, thrashing in my bed.

My eyes glazed uneasily around my room and I finally took a deep breath. He had to know how I felt. If he hated me, then...

Then he hated me.

I threw on my shirt and pants on sulkily and walked out the door, not even bothering to comb my hair. As I went down the stairs I didn't notice the person climbing them up. Suddenly a hand grabbed me and I looked up, staring into black beady eyes.

"Mr. Malfoy. The headmaster wants to see you immediately." Snape said, sternly.

I frowned but nodded and he led me to the Gargoyles protecting Duumbledore's office.

When we arrived at his door, Snape knocked three times loudly. I heard a soft silky voice signalling us to come in. Snape took long strides as I slowly followed, looking at the staring portraits. Finally, scowling at them, they started to whisper away at each other.

"You wanted to see me, Professor Dumbledore?" I said, looking at him, wonderingly.

Dumbledore nodded, his silvery beard hypnotizing. His blue eyes looked extremely tired and worn, though there was still that odd twinkle sparkling inside. His long, slender fingers reached the table and he folded them neatly, watching Snape then turning to look at me.

"I'm afraid." He paused, his gaze boring into mine. "That you're in grave danger, Mr. Malfoy."

I looked at him startled. Grave Danger? "What do you mean, professor?" I asked, my gaze reverting to Snape who avoided my eyes.

"It seems." He paused again, his eyebrows arching. "We haven't been as careful as we thought. I'm afraid..." He trailed off his fingers lifting off the desk to form a small tipi with his hands. "Someone who works for Voldemort knows you're spying for the light.

Panic struck me and I looked at Snape desperately. This couldn't be happening, they'd... They'd kill me. My eyes clouded up with fear and I felt the burning sensation that had become so familiar.

"But—" I choked out, watching Dumbledore's tired eyes. "That means... I'm dead." The last words came softly out of my mouth and I swallowed uneasily.

Dumbledore took a deep breath, his half-moon spectacles reflecting the candles that were flickering in the room. "Not exactly." He finally said. "We have a plan, but." He stopped and looked at me more seriously, his eyes flashing with sympathy. "You'll have to give up everything.

I opened my mouth to speak, but thought better of it. There was no use saying anything. It was either stay alive with this so-called plan or Dieing. I looked at him and nodded, wondering if everything included Harry.

His blue robes shuffled as his hands leaned against the desk, his fingers folding on his desk again. "Draco, listen to me very carefully." His eyes bore into mine and I nodded again. "The only way they wont kill you is if you're already dead." He said slowly, every word coming out of his mouth perfect yet devastating.

"You're going to kill me?" I half-yelled, my voice filled with terror. "You cant!"

"Draco, calm down." Snape finally said, his words etched with worry. I looked at him confused. How the hell was I supposed to calm down?

"Draco." Said Dumbledore, his voice still silky, but a little more depressed. "We're not going to kill you, of course not." His words brought me a great amount of relief. "But, what you're going to do is... play dead."

I watched him, wonderingly. Then watched Snape, who was looking even more pale then usual. "Play dead?" I asked a bit horrified. Then I opened my eyes as realisation hit me. "You want me to pretend I'm dead?" I cried, my voice echoing in the room.

Dumbledore looked at me then nodded. "Yes." He said softly, his words cutting into my chest deeply. "At least for now. Until the war starts..." His eyes travelled to Snape then back at me. "Then you can fight along side the light. It will only be the remainder of the year, Draco. We're planning to...start the war by the end of the summer, before Voldemort attacks. He knows Harry will be to strong to defeat once he graduates and Voldemort's gradually getting stronger. We believe he'll attack us during Harry's sixteenth summer." His voice was heavy with despair. I knew that it was because Harry might die before he even got to graduate...

My own chest started to hurt as I thought about his beautiful body laying lifeless on a dirty gravel street, blood covering his face, a bloody sword at his side and those gorgeous green eyes closed forever. I took in a sharp breath, I'd have to be there with him. I would never let Harry die, never.

"Is Harry going to know?" I asked, my voice almost inaudible.

"We're planning to start his training this year. He's going to be to busy to know about this, and we're letting the least amount of people possible know about this particular arrangement. That small amount includes myself, Severus, Minerva, Moody and a few more Aurors. Don't worry about your studies. Severus will bring your work every weekend and you'll have a trainer of your own. We'll set up a few rooms in Grimmauld place for you."

I swallowed again. Harry wouldn't know, Harry would think I died. My head spun dizzily, and still I nodded. What else could I do?

When I left the office, I felt completely horrible. How did they find out? Who could have known I was a spy. I knew the letter I sent Snape was charmed so only he could read it...

I walked across the corridor to the dungeon staircase, my head still spinning when I saw her. She was scolding a few third-years and I felt anger swim up inside me. She saw me crying. She was there and she must have been spying on my and Harry. That stupid, sneaky, Slytherin bitch.

I looked up, filled with rage. Pansy Parkinson knew everything.

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A/N: There you go! the end of my story is approaching. I think one or two more chapters. I'm not going to actually include the war but I am going to include an epilogue so you know exactly how it went. I hope you liked it.

I had major writers block with this chapter, that's why it took so long to post it. I just didn't know how to start it, I'm glad I'm done with it. It's a little weird I know. Oh well. Feedback greatly appreciated!