Disclaimer: Not J.K.R...thanks for noticing

Warning: SLASH...yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thanks so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Lucius' Boy

"Just say something, anything," Draco pleaded, stroking the Gryffindor's hair.

Harry had come in around two and collapsed on the bed, silent as a mouse. Draco had situated it so the raven-haired teen was lying with his head in the blonde's lap.

"Harry, please."

Harry looked up at Draco, face expressionless and pale, big green eyes enveloped in darkness. His lips moved, but no sound came out.

Draco sighed and ran his fingers over Harry's flushed cheek.

"It feels like I'm suffocating," Harry finally said when Draco's eyes were getting heavy and he was almost asleep. "There's so many people relying on me for one thing, and here I am disappointing them, and they don't even know it," Harry continued.

"Harry." Draco smoothed the hair on the other boy's forehead down.

"It's like I'm not even alive anymore. I mean, I don't care about anything. I'm just kind of floating around; oblivious to whom I'm hurting in the long run. I-"

"Stop it, you know you don't mean any of this," Draco yelled.

Harry sat up. "Why don't you run... from your father, from Voldemort, from the things you know you can't handle. It'd be so easy for you, to just leave it all behind. You have enough schooling to make if from here. I mean..."

"Why didn't you run, Harry? Why didn't you get away when all the 'boy who lived' hype became too much to handle?"

Harry thought for a minute. "I wouldn't have been able to outrun the Darkness."

"And neither will I. We're both bound for things Harry; we both have futures that people planned for us. And no matter where we go, someone will recognize us. There's no escaping the impending doom that is our lives."

"But what if there was a way," Harry suggested. "What if we could alter our appearance, if we did that then we could go anywhere. We could go live in muggle cities, no one would know us there."

"We're only seventeen."

"Fake IDs."

"You don't have nearly enough magic to work to our advantage."

"But I have enough knowledge of the muggle world to help us. Remember I didn't even know there were such things as witches and wizards until I was eleven."

"Harry, this is crazy!" Draco got up and walked around the room.

"Why? Why is it so wrong for us to leave? I don't see anyone else pressured to save the world or to take it over. I don't see any reason for us to stay. I'm already hurting the people I love without them knowing, why not tell them, why not leave them a note saying 'I'm sorry and I can't be your savior anymore'!?"

"You just want to walk out on our lives?"

"What are you living for, Draco? What is keeping you from doing what I've done to myself?" With that, Harry threw off his robe and the scars that Draco had gotten to know so well on Harry's body were revealed.

"I... I don't know." The blonde looked down at his feet.

Harry walked over and took Draco's head in his hands. "We don't have to live like this. Just think about it, promise me you will."

Draco nodded and his lips met Harry's in a good night kiss, then they snuggled up for bed.

"Harry."

"Mmm," Harry moaned, rolling over onto Draco's bare chest.

"Harry, you have to get up. We're leaving in less than an hour."

The raven-haired Gryffindor looked up at Draco then buried his head in the pillows once more.

Draco laughed and got out of bed. "C'mon, the Manor awaits," he said with mock enthusiasm.

Harry groaned and rolled onto the floor with a loud thump sound. Draco shook his head as his boyfriend stood up, rubbing his head.

"At least tell me you're packed."

Harry nodded and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Draco heard the water running before the dark haired boy popped his head out the door. "Care to join me?"

Draco smirked and closed his trunk, then sauntered into the bathroom.

"It's been a week," Harry said, sitting across from Draco in their compartment on the train. "Do you have an answer for me yet?"

Draco sighed. "I have to make rounds."

"Mmm, been neglecting your Head Boy duties, tsk tsk, Malfoy."

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be, just don't keep me waiting forever," Harry said, laying down on the seat for a nap.

"I'm sorry..." Draco repeated, shutting the compartment door.

He ran into Hermione halfway down the hall. "Can I ask you something, Malfoy?"

Draco shrugged. "If you're so inclined to do so."

"Is Harry okay?"

The question took Draco by surprise. "Yeah, he's fine."

The bushy haired girl fidgeted uncomfortably. "I know you and him have been... better yet, are 'involved', and I just... he's not been right this year, Harry hasn't. I'm not saying that's why he and you... I mean-"

"You're rambling, Granger."

"Sorry, it's just... did he tell you he tried to resurrect his godfather last year?"

Draco nodded.

"Since then... he's just seemed, different. Distant. I worry about him; he doesn't talk to us anymore, not about the important things anyway. Dumbledore says he's noticed it too. Is he staying with you for holiday?"

Draco nodded again. "I need to get going, been slacking lately."

"Right..."

"Sorry I couldn't be more help."

She waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure he'll open up to us soon enough."

"Don't count on it," Draco thought as she walked away.

Harry woke up to the sound of a train whistle.

"We're here," Draco said, looking over at his boyfriend.

Harry yawned and got up to stretch. "Lucius said he'd meet us on the platform." He went to pull his trunk down from the overhead.

"Harry-"

"Draco, I don't feel like talking right now."

"Okay." The blonde followed him out to meet his father.

"Harry." Lucius smiled. "Draco, you look well."

"I'm your son, Lucius, not your work associate," Draco spat, heading to the car.

Harry watched Draco walk away, hostility in every step.

Lucius shrugged. "I'll deal with him when we get home. As for you," he put an arm around Harry and led him to the car, "I'm having a few 'friends' over tonight to discuss business things if you care to join us."

Harry looked at Draco sulking in the back seat of the car and then looked back to Lucius, who was awaiting an answer. "Of course."

The elder Malfoy smiled and Harry climbed into the front seat.

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