Authors Note: Reviews were wonderful! I love you guys! This one's in Draco's point of view. Still no Harry/Draco action, these are all plot fillers... The end of the story is almost here... I think it will be approx. 15 chapters!
Chapter Twelve: A Broken Heart.
Disclaimer: Sorry, I forgot this for my other chapters. I don't own Harry Potter!
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Walking away from Harry, at that exact moment was the hardest thing I had ever done. Knowing he didn't love me was the most I've ever hurt.
Being here, standing on the doorstep of Grimmauld Place, is the most frightening, yet brave, thing I'd ever have to do.
My hand rested on the doorknob, Snape standing beside me, his face grim. We hadn't flood, I told him I wanted to be outside, at least one last time. He looked somewhat angry but worry still carved his face. I smiled at him, it was a blank smile, that I knew wouldn't mean one thing to him.
"Draco." His voice was thin and dripping with venom. A mask to hide his worry.
I nodded at him and then opened the door, dust and darkness surrounding me. My presence was unnoticed, the kitchen empty. Our footsteps echoed in the hollow house. No one was here, this was my new life. A lonely one.
Snape led me down one of the halls until we reached a staircase that led downstairs. Taking huge strides to catch up to him, I found myself looking at a dead end. There wasn't even a portrait to grant us entrance.
Snape suddenly whispered a spell and I found myself in a new room. "Sev? How did you do that? Where are we?" I cried, my vision returning to look at a dark room, black like the rest of the manor. It was huge, bigger then any room in the Malfoy Manor.
But this room was strange in a way. It was an irregular shape, a diamond with one to many edges you could say. The walls were painted black, but they had beautiful silver embroidery marking the bottom. There was a gigantic bed in the corner with black sheets that looked silk. When I turned my head I saw a large mirror and the Malfoy knives in their usual studded case on the wall.
It was my old room in a bigger space.
I let my hand slide on the walls until finally a voice interrupted me. I turned around briskly, finding myself staring into cool beady eyes.
"You're not to leave this room, Draco. It's warded and if you take down the wards you will be in danger. Albus made them, so they're incredibly strong. Your magic can't be detected and it is behind a dead-end so no one will suspect you to be here."
His voice became low. "I'll come every weekend to check on you and to bring you your homework. As for preparing you for the war, Voldemort will surely want you dead for your betrayal. I will train you every weekend in the Defence Against Dark Arts. And Draco." His voice became somewhat soft, for Snape anyway, and he continued. "Be careful."
Within moments he was gone. The magic Dumbledore had used on the wards was indeed strong, as I could feel the magic vibrating through them. It was an odd feeling, feeling magic. I had never felt it before, other then feeling my own, and Dumbledore's was amazingly strong. It must have carried so much power that even I, a mere sixteen-year-old wizards who hadn't ever been trained to detect magic, could feel it. Finally the sensation died down and I knew Snape had finished putting the wards up and was gone.
The ceiling took up most of my attention for the day, boring as it was. The irregular shape made it some-what entertaining as I sketched the odd angles with my mind. There was an odd feeling bubbling up in my chest and I sighed.
There weren't any windows, and I felt very trapped. I was being hunted down and I despised it. Was this how Sirius Black felt? When he had to hide in Grimmauld Place? No, of course not. Everyone in the order knew about him, he was free to roam around the house. Not to mention, he was free to be with Harry.
Harry.
The name caused me so much hunger, pain and love at the same time. The feeling was wretched though I couldn't rid myself of it. My father was right about one thing. Love was weakness and weakness led to pain.
I sighed and thought about what he would say if he knew I was still alive. Would he hate me for not telling him? I sat in my bed, my head in my hands, thinking about the long months I'd be in here, the only contact with the outside world being Snape.
Night came, or at least I think it did, and I fell into a tortured sleep.
There was no sun warming me or flashing through my eyes the next morning and I woke myself up. My right hand rose and I stared at my wrist. It was already past noon and I had no idea what to do.
I took my wand into my hand and trailed the long, slender piece of willow. My father had gotten it custom made in Knockturn Alley... it was made from rare dragon that only the most wealthiest people could afford. I smiled at myself, feeling it in-between my hands, now realising wealth meant nothing. Wealth was nothing.
I could feel my energy transmitting though my wand and sparking at the top. My own magic had almost a bitter feel to it when it went through my veins as I made a spell... probably because the spell was always filled with hatred.
Setting my wand on the table, I got up to get a drink of water. There was a large dinner table in a corner filled with something that smelled like bacon. I wasn't hungry so I ignored it and went back to my bed, sipping my water soundly.
My hand travelled across the silk bed sheets and I felt a small smile crawl across my cheeks. I remembered Harry sleeping blissfully beside me on this exact bed. I sighed contently as I brushed the silk with my fingers, taking in every detail, sketching Harry's sleeping form in my head.
I soon found myself eager for Snape to show up and teach me some magic. My hands formed a pillow behind my head as I looked at the ceiling, like I so often did. The only thought that helped me live this cowardly life of mine was the fact that soon I'd be out of here and helping Harry fight Voldemort.
I smiled bitterly at the idea. Harry, fighting with me? I most likely disgust him. Or I would when he found out that I was still alive, without telling him
The truth was, I would have told him everything. From what I had to do for the order right down to what was happening to me at the present time. But I was utterly humiliated after proclaiming my love to him, when he not so much as replied.
I remembered his shuddering form as my lips all but brushed against his. I remembered the longing and desire reflecting into his eyes. And I couldn't help myself. I had to have told him right there, if not because of the passionate kiss he shared with me, because of the way my heart burned with need whenever I thought of him.
Like it did now.
All I could ever think of was Harry. The softness of his skin as my tongue devoured his neck with surprising hunger. The feeling of his messy, soft hair as my fingers wrapped desperately around it. The way his soft lips caressed my hot skin with his cool touch.
My eyes slowly glazed over with sadness as I heard an annoying clang of my clock, warning me that I should be in bed. I groaned softly, wishing I could hex it away like I had so many people that had irritated me.
My covers bristled around me as I tried desperately to sleep. That night I had terrible nightmares. They all had to do with that one person who I had devoted my life too. Harry James Potter.
Morning came and I sat myself up on my bed, my nightmares still burning my eyes. Either Harry died, or I did. I wouldn't let that happen. Voldemort couldn't and wouldn't torture Harry by stealing his youth from him. Harry didn't' deserve these things that happened to him.
It was cold inside my prison-home, and I draped the silk sheets over my shoulders, my shuddering subsiding slightly. Slowly, my emotions flood me violently and hot wet tears streamed down my cheeks.
I was stuck in this cage for god knows how long, my only company was to be Snape and most importantly, the one person I have ever truly loved...doesn't love me back.
I softly gasped as my tears stained the sheets surrounding me, my knees pulled up high, my arms wrapping them. Slowly I let my head fall into my knees and I began to sob more furiously.
I was experiencing the worst kind of pain,
A broken heart.
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A.N: I hate this chapter. It was a pain in the ass to write...and its extremely short. Dam you chapter twelve! Anyway, I hope you guys don't despise me for making it to short and to sappy. Do you know how hard it is to make a chapter when this person has no contact with...anything? Wow. Anyway, about two more chapters then the Epilogue. Then this will be my first completed story! Thanks so much for reading!
-Shadow