Title: Save Me From The Dark

Author: Princesspepper

Rating: I think I can get away with R.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story. They belong to J.K. Rowling.

Pairing: Harry/Draco (suggestion of Ron/Hermione, but, of course, that is not important).

WARNINGS: Sexual content (later), adult language, self-harm (cutting, more specifically), kinda dark, and some Ron-bashing in later chapters.

(A/N) I have nothing to say this time. Weird, huh?

Thanks to: adina,Justajester, Elizabeth Turner, in aCRIMSON love,twodollartrick, Legolas, Confused-Gal,SquishSquish, no Siriusly, Pure Black, ozumas girl, Daniels Dark Angel, Prongs1, and personz-of-da-dungoen!


(Chapter Twelve: 12 Majestic Lies) Time seemed to freeze as Draco read over the letter again and again. Harry just stared at him and waited for some sort of an explanation. Finally, he got fed up.

"Draco, what is it?" he said loudly, now pulling on his own boxers.

Draco snapped out of the trance he had been in and looked up at Harry, seemingly surprised that he was there. Quickly, he tried to think of something.

"Uh, well I'm really nervous now because my father is trying to get me to come to the manor. And, erm, he wants me to get the Dark Mark." Draco cringed. He didn't like lying to Harry, but he couldn't know the truth. It would be the end of both of them.

Harry's eyes filled with sympathy and compassion as Draco spoke. "Draco… wow. How are you going to get out of this?"

"I don't know." Draco said truthfully. He didn't know what to do about the real situation either. God did he wish that that was the true story; it would be so much easier to get out of.

"Listen Harry, I think we should go to bed now. I need to sleep on this." Said Draco shakily.

Harry nodded and went around the room blowing out the candles. When they went to sleep, Draco held Harry all night, but that didn't stop the nightmares from coming.

The next morning, Draco woke first. Sleep didn't do anything for him but make him realize that it was not a dream. It was really happening. Lucius was expecting Draco to kill Harry.

He sat up in bed and looked around. He spotted the piece of parchment that his father's letter was written on and read it over again, and again.

Enjoy your free will while you still have it… Draco shuddered. He wasn't about to sell out Harry. He decided that he would write back to his father. He knew this would probably accomplish nothing, but at least he could say he tried.

Lucius,

I don't know what gave you the ridiculous idea that I would hand Harry over to you and The Dark Lord. I didn't engage him in a relationship to kill him—I really do love him. Please, I'm begging you, don't bring me into this. It hurts me more than you'll know.

Draco

Draco's hands shook as he rolled up the parchment and tied it closed. He quickly went to the owlry and sent it off. He knew that this letter was just sealing his fate; Lucius had as much pity as The Dark Lord himself. He would feel no remorse in killing Draco, most likely.

All through the day, Draco was shaking. Nobody seemed to notice; he was acting just as stuck up as usual. The only person who seemed to pick something up was Hermione. She approached him before lunch in the Charms Corridor.

"Draco!" she called down the hallway, causing him to stop.

"What is it?"

"Well… okay, I'll get right to the point. You seem a bit off today. Did something happen? Was it last night?" she said, concern in her eyes.

"No, nothing's wrong." Draco stated nervously, "and just to let you know, last night was great."

He knew that would throw Hermione off, he had seen her trying to corner Harry all day and ask how it had went. He inwardly smiled at his own brilliance.

"That's great! I'm glad to hear that," she said with a wicked smile, badly disguised thoughts shining through. Thoughts she knew she shouldn't have been thinking.

"Heh, yeah," stammered Draco uncomfortably. "Well, see you around Hermione."

"B'bye Draco."

Throughout the entire day, all Draco could think about was his father's letter. He knew that Lucius was very prompt with his replies, and an answer would most likely be waiting for him when he got back to his and Harry's room. It was probable that the letter would contain dreadful news…

Draco knew that if that were the case (which he would be VERY surprised if it weren't) that he only had one choice. But he didn't want to think about it, it just made him awfully sick. And sad.

Sure enough, when Draco reached his room, there was a neat envelope lying on his pillow. With unsteady hands, he shakily opened the letter, almost giving himself a paper cut. His eyes blurred as he realized he didn't want to know what was written. But he had to know. He had to be warned.

Draco,

I must say I am severely disappointed in you. I promise you that you will regret this decision for years. You have made yourself my enemy, Draco, and nobody wants to be my enemy. That is, unless they have a death wish.

I strongly suggest you change your mind about this whole thing. It was that easy for you to like Potter, why don't you just stop? It would save you a lot of pain. Both physical and emotional.

Draco, if you yourself do not bring Potter to me, I will find a way to make you. I hold strong to my threat in my last letter. If I do not receive an answer from you within the next three hours, I will be forced to take action.

Lucius

Draco sunk half-heartedly onto the bed. He should have known it would end like this. There was no way that Lucius would let up at this point. Draco knew that in time, he himself would be suffering, but at this point all he could think about was Harry. Would Harry believe him if he told him what was going on? Would he believe him if it just happened all of a sudden? Or would he think that Draco had been planning it all along and was taking advantage of him? The one thing he could not stand was to see Harry hurt.

Suddenly, Draco remembered that Harry would be back any minute from dinner. He had to hide the letter. He quickly stuffed it into the top drawer of the dresser in the corner of the room, making sure that nothing was showing as he closed it. He sank down on the bed and closed his eyes in a futile attempt to ward away his growing stress. He felt himself start to drift off into an uneasy slumber, plagued with nightmares.

When Harry returned to his and Draco's room, he found Draco fitfully asleep on the bed, thrashing about clearly in the middle of a bad dream. He hurried over to the bed and tried waking him by grasping his shoulders and shaking him vigorously.

"Wha-wha? No!" Draco screamed as he began to wake up. His eyelids fluttered open and stared at Harry. Instantly, Draco's eyes filled with misdirected anger and pushed Harry off of him.

"Geroff," he muttered angrily.

"Draco, you were dreaming again. What was it about?" questioned Harry, his eyes filled with concern.

"None of your business…" he grumbled, trying to block Harry completely.

Harry gave him a worried look.

"It was nothing! I-I dreamed that I was… falling! I was falling. Are you happy?" snapped Draco.

Harry nodded dismissively, getting off the bed to get ready to go to sleep. But Draco began to fell guilty for his earlier actions. "Where do you think you're going?" growled Draco seductively, getting off the bed himself and strutting towards Harry across the room.

Harry smiled, he knew this game well and he liked the way it was going. Harry began taking off his shirt, acting although he had not heard Draco's confrontation.

Draco watched Harry start to undress, feeling himself getting very aroused. Harry smirked, realizing what he was doing to Draco, so just moved even slower, causing Draco to charge at him, knocking him to the floor.

Harry let out a muffled giggle, as Draco was on top of him. He grabbed Draco's arms and pushed him easily, as Harry was a bit larger than him, and pinned him to the floor, switching their positions.

"Come on Potter," Draco moaned as Harry teased him.

"Well I don't know… I could just go lock myself in the bathroom like I was planning on doing in the first place and leave you here to finish yourself off…" said Harry, not really intending to follow through with his threat.

"Please…" whispered Draco through his restraint. Harry smiled.

"I like it when you say please," he said, "it is the magic word you know."

But Draco was in no, erm, mood for joking around. He lifted himself up and instantly attached his own mouth to Harry's. They began kissing passionately, Harry still on top.

Harry began relieving his blond partner of his clothing as the two kissed, rolling around on the floor of their room, gathering bits of things from the floor in their hair and on the little clothes they were wearing.

After what seemed like an eternity to Draco, they were both nude. "Harry, it's your turn," rasped Draco, his voice heavy from anticipation. Harry looked him in the eye to make sure he was sure about it, but instead of doing anything further, he got up and dragged Draco to the bed, where they could be more comfortable.

Harry quickly got ready and then eagerly pushed into Draco. Draco moaned loudly, making Harry even harder than he already was. They had made quick work of one another, and both had successfully climaxed within ten minutes. A sweat-covered Harry pulled out of an equally sweaty Draco and lay face up on the bed. Their hearts were beating three times as fast as they normally did and their breathing had increased as well, making it very hard to do anything but lie there, motionless.

After a few minutes of calming down, the boys sluggishly put their boxers back on and climbed onto the bed once more. Draco snuggled up close to Harry and allowed him to kiss him on the top of the head affectionately.

Draco rolled on top of Harry and they began snogging again, their tongues dipping into one another's mouths gently and slowly.

"Draco… I love you," said Harry in between kisses. Draco wanted to respond. He really did. But just then he began to get very lightheaded.

'What's going on?' Draco heard himself think calmly, almost unconcerned. But then he felt another stronger, more powerful voice pushing those thoughts away.

'Don't say anything,' the big voice said. And Draco thought, well why not listen? There's no harm in it.

Harry was looking at him strangely, as Draco had stopped kissing him and was now just staring ahead blankly.

'Push him off. And look angry.' Said the voice to Draco, who giddily complied.

"Geroff!" screeched Draco with an odd look in his eye. This completely took Harry by surprise. Draco slowly rose off the bed and glared at Harry furiously.

"Get out, Potter," he spat, pointing towards the door. Harry didn't move.

'Hurt him.'

Draco advanced on Harry, his arms outstretched, the dazed look still in his eye. Harry just stood there, as if rooted to the spot. Draco got closer and closer, wrapping his outstretched hands around Harry's neck, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Harry looked utterly shocked, staring openmouthed at Draco. Draco laughed eerily as he choked Harry, quite different from his normal laugh.

'Squeeze tighter…' said the voice in Draco's head. But Draco now thought there was something wrong with what was going on.

'Wait, why should I? I don't really see the point.' Thought Draco, frustrating the other voice.

'You shall do as I say!' Said the voice angrily. 'Hurt him!'

'Why should I?' Thought Draco, combating the voice. 'In fact, I think it would be stupid to do such a thing. Aren't I supposed to love Harry?'

'DO AS I SAY!'

'I remember now; I do love Harry.'

'CHOKE HIM!'

'NO.'

Harry watched, terrified, as the look in Draco's eyes constantly changed. Finally, something happened just as Harry was sure he would pass out from lack of oxygen. Draco's face transformed, now showing fear and concern in place of anger and hate.

"Harry… I'm sorry," he said, loosening his grip, but then his eyes started to glow angrily again and his grip tightened once more.

Harry gasped in shock. Then Draco's face softened again, and so did his grip. "Harry, run." Said Draco clearly.

Harry just stood there dumbfounded. "Harry, RUN!" said Draco, pushing him towards the door. Harry backed away and fumbled with the door. He slowly stumbled into the hallway and just stood there, listening to what was going on inside the room. He heard a lot of things smashing. Was Draco fighting himself?

A cold voice escaped Draco's mouth, "You managed to get away this time, but I will be back. Be warned." And with that, Harry heard a distinct thud as Draco dropped to the floor.

Harry opened the door a crack and peered in. "Draco?" said Harry tentatively, "May I come in?"

Draco nodded from his fetal position on the floor, sobs now wracking his small body. Harry walked towards him and lifted him gingerly. He placed him on the bed and held him in a tight embrace as he finished crying.

"Draco, what just happened?"

"I-I…" Draco knew he couldn't tell Harry about the Imperius curse that his father had placed on him. He had lied about so many other things already, why blow it now? "I don't know," Draco sighed convincingly. "I trust I'll figure it out someday. It's this, er… sickness I get. But it only happens er, like once a year. Strange huh?"

Harry didn't believe him. It was too fishy. But he accepted the explanation for now and held Draco closer, inhaling his scent.

"And Harry?" whispered Draco.

"Hm?"

"I love you too."

"Draco, that was scary."

"I know. I hate it when that happens. I don't know how to control it." said Draco, now getting more confident about his lies.

"I'm glad it only happens once a year," said Harry, deciding he would ignore the fact that he didn't believe Draco.

"Mm, me too."

"Draco? The scariest part was you telling me to leave. I never want to leave you."

"You will never have to." Said Draco, very glad that Harry couldn't see his face. He almost had the word LIAR written all over it.

(End Of Chapter Twelve)

(A/N): Sorry for the shortness of this chapter. --;; Okay, before I go, I just have to say something about the title. ahem It is… er… random. It's a line from a Blink 182 song (one of my favorite bands… RIP, Blink 182 cries). The song's called "Aliens Exist" and I have no idea why they say "twelve majestic lies." It sounds cool though, so hence the chapter name!

Happy reviewing! Until next time,

XOXO Princesspepper OXOX