A/N: I know, I'm terribly cruel. I haven't had ANY Draco/Harry action. Isn't that mean? I know, I'm sorry! This chapter has uh, like 0.5 of the Harry/Draco action you're expecting. But! The stories almost over, so expect some ...FLUFF. Uh, yes. Fluff. That wonderful fluff. But there IS a war going on, so they're not going to be... lets say, eating ice cream on a park bench...But there will be the action you've been waiting oh-so-patiently for! Thanks for reviewing.
Chapter Eleven: Pierce my Heart
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The morning sun streaked my hair with soft shards of sunlight. I groaned as I woke up, my feet touching the cushiony feel of the rug. I opened my eyes and yawned, stretching my arms above my head.
A few minutes later, Ron came out with his hair newly washed and wearing something other then his torn up jeans and jumper. He was wearing his white-collar shirt that he normally wore to class and his black pants. I frowned, wondering where he was going, considering it was Saturday.
He looked at me a bit confused and worried. "Harry, Dumbledore wants to see us. He told us to get there as soon as possible. Hermione's downstairs in the Common Room waiting for us." He said quickly, pulling on his socks.
I was a bit surprised but very much intrigued. Dumbledore never told me anything important. Then again... whenever Dumbledore wanted to see me it was usually bad news. I walked to the bathroom, my eyes drooping slightly.
"Okay, I'll meet you at his office, I need to shower." I called, the tiled room muffling my voice as I closed the door.
I heard Ron open the door and then call 'alright, see you soon' before I turned on the water, drowning out any disturbances.
The shower was extremely refreshing. I let the warm beads of water trail down my body, relaxing each and every muscle. I sighed as the water ran down my back, calming my depressed mood.
About twenty minutes later I turned off the tap and threw on one of the red, fluffy towels awaiting me. I took a deep breath and wiped the steam from the mirror, staring at my blurry reflection. Smiling bitterly to myself, I threw on my glasses and watched my hair leave streaks of moisture down my cheeks and neck.
My breath caused the mirror to fog up again and I sighed. I wasn't particularly gorgeous, but I wasn't disgusting either. I guess people like Draco only liked people as stunning as themselves. I closed my eyes and wiped my dripping face with a towel, willing myself to forget him.
Impossible.
I turned on the sink and picked up my toothbrush. There was a small pause in my actions as I brushed my teeth, wondering what on earth Dumbledore would need to tell me. Maybe I was allowed to attend the meetings for the Order? I smiled to myself at the idea, my sorrow forgotten for a few minutes.
When I was finally finished, I walked out of the bathroom, feeling quite good and smelling like mint. I sighed deeply, inhaling the smell that reminded me of Draco and his black room filled with studded knives and silver jewellery. I smiled to myself and thought about how wonderful silver looked on him. It contrasted well with his eyes. Of course, after my stroll down memory lane, I cursed myself for thinking about him again.
Finally, I decided I had kept Dumbledore waiting long enough; I threw on my trousers and tucked in my shirt. Running a hand through my damp hair, I smiled bitterly. At least when it was wet it didn't look completely terrible. Though I do remember Ginny telling me my uncooperative hair was part of my charm and resembled my personality. I wasn't sure if it was a compliment but took it as one.
When I walked out the door I leaned against the staircase, thinking. Wondering if I'd ever fall in love again...or at least ever mend my broken heart. Sighing deeply, I walked down the remainder of the stairs, beautiful silver eyes permanently etched into my vision.
I arrived in the common room and saw there was hardly anyone there except a few first years with a large amount of homework. I walked passed a small girl with braided hair and smiled. Her huge glasses were tilting off her nose and her hand was scribbling furiously away at her work. I wondered if I ever looked as ridiculous as that. Probably.
I was at Dumbledore's office in a matter of minutes. Having been there so many times, one would get used to the odd route. After saying the odd password and walking up the spinning stairs I rapped on the door three times before hearing Dumbledore signalling me to come inside. I took a deep breath as my hand turned the doorknob.
Just like always, portraits of old Headmaster's and Headmistress' sat awaiting visitors to either greet them a good morning or to start chattering mindlessly to each other. I gave them a sort of smile and walked towards the beautiful polished desk Dumbledore was always lurking behind.
My eyes travelled to Fawkes who was sitting perched in his cage, looking content. They then moved towards Hermione who was looking at me a bit anxiously along with that usual worried look.
"Hey, Harry." She said as I sat down beside her.
"Hi." I said, turning to look at Dumbledore. He watched me carefully before nodding his hello.
Ron was sitting quietly on the other side of me, his mouth in a grim line. I wondered what could be so wrong that even Ron was worried. Usually that was Hermione's job. My eyes wandered back to her, she looked even more distressed then usual. That wasn't a good sign.
"Harry, I have something very important to tell you." He said, his eyes flashing sternly. I nodded, and watched as he continued. "The Order suspects Voldemort to be attacking soon." He said, his hands tapping against each other. "You know what that means, of course."
I sat there, my throat dry. Finally I managed to moisten it. "Yes, Professor. It means the war shall break out soon." I said as strongly as I could, though I knew my voice faltered at the end.
"Yes. And I'm sure you know that we have to get you as strong as possible?" He said his voice edged with worry. Once again, I nodded. There was no way I'd be able to escape Voldemort's wrath with luck this time. I'd have to do it purely on strength.
"Well... I have decided to add some extra courses to your schedule. You'll learn to apparate and may even learn a bit of wandless magic, though I can't guarantee that, considering it would take a great amount of strength." He paused and looked over at Hermione who was looking a bit pale.
"We suspect, Harry..." He proceeded. "That Voldemort will attack before your seventh year at Hogwarts."
There was an eerie silence as the words flooded into my ears. "You mean I wont even be a full pledged wizard?" I said softly, casting my eyes on the ground. I always imagined what it would be like to stand in front of everyone, graduating. Though, now I would hardly get the chance. The war would either kill me or make me mentally deranged. Either way I was pretty much ripped off of my youth. "How will I defeat Voldemort if I haven't even got a wizarding diploma?" I asked, frightfully.
Voldemort had finished all his studies and also topped them with full marks. I wouldn't even learn all the material I would have to know and I'd be up against him. As if his cunning skills and evil mind weren't enough. I'd have to fight him without the knowledge that I would need. That thought chilled me to my bones.
"Not to worry, Harry." Said Dumbledore calmly. "This year, we plan to teach you more then anyone in even the seventh year knows. The extra courses you're taking will be during the evening and you'll still have all your morning and afternoon classes. I've told the professors to expect you to be exhausted and not have all of your homework finished as you're extra set of courses shall make you extremely tired." His eyes became steely and he looked at me carefully. "Also, Harry." He said carefully. "You will be learning some Dark Magic."
Ron looked at me, sadly. His face flickered with something that I couldn't quite place. Hermione on the other hand looked hysterical. She was on the verge of tears. I knew why. Dark Magic was incredibly addictive. I looked at them meaningfully and then gave them what I thought was a reassuring smile.
"I'll only use my new skills as a last resort." I promised looking at Dumbledore whose eyes flickered with something close to pride.
Ron nudged me a forced smile on his face. "We wouldn't expect anything else." He whispered. I looked at him and then at Hermione and then leaned my head back against the chair in thought.
The hallway was dark, lacking of windows. I looked around, trying to find the right passage when a hand grabbed mine and pulled me into a corner. I was about to cry out but was delayed as a mouth crashed into mine, bruising my lips. And still, I could feel that familiar softness behind the pain.
Draco.
He's the only one with lips that sweet. He leaned into the kiss, pushing him against me so I was squished to wall that was luckily supporting me. I felt my hands run up his back to his hair, which I threaded my fingers between, pushing him into the kiss.
All my rage disappeared the moment my lips contacted his. All the longing and desire I buried deep inside me let go of there holds and released into the kiss, making it that much more passionate.
I moaned into his mouth when Draco's hands trailed down to my waist, holding me snugly against him. Slowly his mouth left my lips to let his tongue slide over my cheek towards my ear. His warm breath lingered on my flesh. Then he started to pant.
"I love you, Harry." He said softly, his breath tickling my ear as he spoke.
I felt myself freeze. He what? I looked at him disbelievingly for a moment, half filled with confusion and half filled with joy. He loved me! I wanted to grab him, kiss him, and tell him I loved him too. But I couldn't...
I was just standing there, my lips frozen. I couldn't tell him. I stood there and watched as his face fell. I wanted to tell him so badly, but my damn lips wouldn't move. In my head I repeated it several times. I love you, Draco. I love you, Draco. I love you, Draco... But the words wouldn't come out. I watched as his face lifted and a sad smile formed on his face.
"Always." He whispered as his hands left my waist and he walked away.
I stood there for a minute, staring at the empty, dark spaces ahead of me. I wanted to tell him, but I knew I couldn't. I was going to die in less then a year, where would that leave him? He was better off starting a life with someone who would be alive in the next few months... Or someone not mental, like I would be after my battle with Voldemort.
"I love you, Draco." I whispered watching the place where Draco stood just seconds ago. Then I walked to the opposite end of the castle, thinking of how Voldemort had now just caused me to give up the thing I wanted most. Love.
a/n: Draco knows he's going to have to hide, so he came to say goodbye to Harry. Just so you don't get confused
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I sat at the Gryffindor Table, my eyes fixed on the Slytherin one. It had been one week since Draco told me he loved me and during that whole week I hadn't seen him once. He wasn't at classes; he wasn't at meals he wasn't even at the first Quidditch game, where he played against Hufflepuff. I found myself becoming more and more worried as each day passed.
Finally I could stand it no longer. "Hermione, is Draco out on business for the order?" I asked, watching the empty seat beside Crabbe.
She looked mildly concerned but very surprised. "I'm not sure, why do you ask?" She said, watching me carefully. Wondering why I would ever ask where my 'arch nemesis' was.
"I don't know, I just find it odd." I said, the worry in my voice drowned out by Dumbledore clearing his throat and standing up. There was a look of sympathy and despair in his eyes and I clenched my jaw, wondering what he had to say.
"Good evening, students." He said his voice filled with remorse. "I'm afraid something terrible has happened to one of your fellow peers." He paused his fingers folding neatly together. "Draco Malfoy, age sixteen, Slytherin, died on September 24th this year." He said softly, his eyes searching the room.
There was a horrible clank of forks dropping onto plates and loud sobs coming from Hermione and the Slytherin table. I looked around desperately, catching Blaise who was red-faced and extremely shocked then looking Pansy who looked strangely satisfied. I felt tears in my own eyes burning as Ron went to comfort Hermione, his arm patting her gently.
I dropped my own fork, feeling my chest plummet down to my stomach. I swallowed and felt the tears start to fall. My head was spinning and I could feel my heart cracking into thousands of pieces. I got up from the bench, shakily, and felt a bitter taste in my mouth. Quickly I ran out of the Great Hall not even bothering to hear the rest of Dumbledore's speech. I felt like I was going to vomit.
How could I have let Draco die?
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A/N: I rushed this chapter, didn't I? I was wondering, how did all this happen in five pages? Ah well. I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reviewing, and thanks to all those reviewers that have been reviewing since I started this story. You guys are incredibly awesome.
-Shadow