A few people told me that they liked the other flashback so I have included another one and will use some more to give away certain bits of info as well as other ways.
Chapter 3 – Confusion
Draco was confused. What had just happened? Everything was going fine. What had he done? Why had Harry gone off at him all of a sudden? What was going on? So many thoughts and so many others were swirling around in his head. He had blown it. He knew that. The only question was 'how?'.
A very depressed Draco went down to Breakfast that morning. He was so tired because he had stayed up all night, unable to get to sleep from worry. It was obvious that something had happened which had made Harry upset but he couldn't think. It was like he couldn't remember anything from last night that clearly but there was nothing at all that he could remember that Harry might not... Harry had kissed him. What had gone wrong?
Harry didn't go to Breakfast and Draco understood. He hadn't heard everything that had gone on between his future mate and Voldemort but he had overheard his father saying a few things about it.
%: Flashback :%
Draco couldn't sleep and was making his way from his bedroom in the Northeast wing to the gondola out in the garden. He happened to hear his father talking, presumably to another death-eater. He knew that if he was caught he would be tortured but curiosity got the better of him and he pressed his ear to the door.
"...Potter boy is out of the way, we have been successful." He heard a low- level death eater saying to, well he assumed to his father. His assumption was proved correct when he heard Lucius' icy tone replying.
"Be that as it may, he is not out of the way as you put it. Our Lord will do whatever it takes to keep him on our side and that is not good news for us. We should have the power. We served..."
Draco shivered. That was not a conversation that he wanted to overhear. It seemed as though Lucius was getting worked up and when Lucius got worked up, he liked storming out of rooms and there was only one entrance to that particular room. Draco quickly made his way back to his own rooms. He had a lot to think about if he had heard what he thought he had heard.
%: End of Flashback :%
That was what he was thinking about now. Had he heard that, or was it something completely different. This was a very large puzzle and he had hardly any pieces. He only wished that he could talk to Harry about it... well maybe he could.
NEWT Potions was first. Draco's favourite subject because he could sit there watching Harry the whole lesson without being rudely interrupted. He loved the way that Harry squirmed when being questioned by Professor Snape and the way that his brow furrowed and he bit his bottom lip when he was thinking about a particularly difficult ingredient.
As expected, Professor Snape put them in pairs that were meant to annoy them a great deal. That meant that the Mud... that Granger was with that pug- faced bitch Parkinson, Sally-Anne Perks was with Bullstrode, Blaise was with Finnigan and he was with... Harry. The class was very small because not many people had opted for Potions as a NEWT and so everyone from all the houses were mixed in together, although no Hufflepuffs were in the class – he really wondered why (not). Everyone else had to do only two normal Potions lesson a week and they had five NEWT ones.
That day, Professor Snape set a particularly difficult Potion for them to make; one that would not take too much care and precision after the first hour but would cause them to have to wait until second lesson the next day to discover if it was made correctly. However Draco didn't know that because he hadn't been paying attention... to Professor Snape, he had been paying attention to Harry's eyes. They were such an amazing shade of green and it was a shame that they were hidden behind those glasses. Everything about Harry was hidden and he wanted to bring it out. He wanted to know everything about the boy he loved.
Harry had woken up and gone to shower. As he remembered the previous night's events, he smiled. Everything was going according to plan. This time nothing would go wrong. Nobody and nothing could stop him. He paused, thinking that if he were in a muggle horror film, it would be the perfect time for him to do a maniacal evil laugh. That thought cracked him up and if it hadn't been for the silencing charms around his room, his laughter would have been heard from the Great Hall to the Astronomy Tower!
He wasn't hungry, so he did some last minute studying before going down to the dungeons for NEWT Potions. If only he hadn't wanted to be an Auror in his fifth year. He sighed, Potions had become a terribly easy subject after Voldemort's training. He smirked; he would show Professor Snape up so badly.
'Typical' he thought as he found out that he was partnered with Draco, although it wouldn't be so bad this year after what he had heard. He was aware that Draco was staring at him throughout Snape's speech. He rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been listening, Snape would have been only too glad to give his a million detentions. He looked over to Hermione who was with Parkinson, he felt a twinge of guilt before shaking his head. The heir of Slytherin felt guilt about nothing... but Hermione hadn't used him. The Weasleys had, Dumbledore had... almost everyone had except Hermione. He was brought back into reality by Snape who was standing, glowering at him.
"Mr. Potter! What is the Cðnfutes Potion?"
"Sir! The Cðnfutes Potion is more commonly known as the draught of Silence although it does not make the drinker mute, Sir! It prevents the drinker from talking about something specific that the maker chooses, Sir!" Harry stood up at attention to say this and after speaking, nodded to his Professor and sat down, trying his hardest not to crack up. It seemed that Hermione was doing exactly the same.
Snape glared at Harry. He knew that he could not take points off of the boy without a good reason as the Headmaster had said so. Although he felt that this was a good reason, Dumbledore would probably not agree.
They got on with making the Potion and Harry had to fill Draco in on the details. They could not talk much however as they needed to concentrate very hard. One second too long or not enough between ingredients would cause the Potion to explode and them to fail their NEWT. It seemed that Draco did not want to talk anyway as he kept staring at Harry's eyes and therefore Harry did all of the work.
Harry gathered his things together after the lesson, ready to go to NEWT DADA. He wanted to get a seat near to the back, away from most prying eyes. He was also quite interested to know who the newest addition to the staff was, after Bill Weasley had been asked to go back to Egypt by the Goblins of Gringotts and a large sum of money, however he was stopped in the corridor by a hand.
Harry turned around to see Draco standing right behind him, completely out of breath as though he had been running. Without offering an explanation, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him to a deserted corridor before sticking his tongue down the raven-haired boy's throat. It seemed like heaven to Draco as he stood there, pinning his mate to the wall. That was how it was meant to be. Everything was right... until Harry bit down on his tongue. He flew across to the other side of the corridor and crashed into the wall with a sickening 'Crbonk'. He was confused. That wasn't how it was meant to go!
Harry was shell-shocked - he had been attacked! He opened his eyes and (surprise, surprise!) saw Draco there. He bit down onto the other boy's tongue and pushed with his mind. Sure enough, an invisible force slammed Draco into the opposite wall.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He spat. "How could you?"
Draco was shocked and confused. Didn't Harry want that? After what had happened last night... "I... I'm sorry. I mean I..." He moved to go over to Harry before something pushed him over, onto the floor although Harry's wand was not in his hand. "Oww!!! You can do wandless magic?"
"Yes, yes I can. And it serves you right. Leave me alone." Harry's tone was icy. Too much like his father's. It sent shivers down his spine.
He watched as Harry turned to leave. 'No! No!' screamed his brain. It was all so wrong. "Wait! Please!" His voice was pained and needy yet he refused to scare the other boy any more. He had to talk. He had to explain.
"What?" Harry was plainly annoyed. "Well? Hurry up, or I'll be late to lesson." Suddenly, Draco didn't know what to say. He made a few whimpers before simply looking at Harry. "So that it, is it? That's your great speech? That's..."
Draco couldn't stand it anymore. "I love you! I need you! I'm sorry, but I thought that that was what you wanted. I..." he dropped off, he didn't know what else to say. Harry's smirk stunned him and frightened him at the same time.
"I know. I know you love me. I know you need me. I know you crave me. I know all about you and I know that you want to know all about me but you can't and you won't because it wasn't what I wanted, it wasn't what I wanted at all and you are never going to get me. No matter how hard to try." And with that, Harry stalked down the corridor to the DADA classroom. Draco simply sat there, in the middle of that deserted corridor that led to nothing and cried. He cried until there were no tears left to fall, until the world stopped spinning because his mate had accepted him and then rejected him. He might as well have died. It would have been better than this dumb, dull pain that he felt in his chest, as though his heart was slowly tearing itself up into many pieces. He knew that it was all too good to be true.
Meanwhile, Harry was rushing to DADA so that he wouldn't be late. He really didn't want to make a bad impression on a new teacher so early into the year. He managed to catch up with Seamus, Hermione and a Slytherin called Blaise Zabini, all of whom were taking NEWT DADA with him and Draco. They walked in silence to the classroom where they saw that some people were already there, probably the ones who were taking NEWT CoMC. Harry took a seat at the last remaining table in the back row and Hermione followed him, sitting next to him. He was about to say something spiteful to her when the teacher walked in and everyone fell quiet.
The teacher was a medium-tall lady with shoulder length brown hair and greeny-blue eyes with... was that writing? How odd! What did it say? It was a bit too far away to see but he would have to find out. Oh great, he thought, now that'll be bugging me all bloody lesson. She was wearing a traditional black robe over black jeans and a purple top with FCUK written on it and she looked around 24, although her eyes seemed much older, perhaps she had something in common with him. Smiling gently at everyone, she introduced herself.
"Hello everyone, my name is Professor Tace but I'm sure that we will be on first name terms by the end of the year, so you can all call me Morana." No one had anything to say to that comment, so she continued. "I am aware that you have already learnt about some of the rarer Magical Beasts and most of the NEWT counter-curses that you need to learn, so I think we will start the year with something slightly interesting – Wandless Magic." A few people gasps, but most remained silent. "First of all, I'll need to take a register so that I know all of your names. It would also be a great help if you stayed in the seats that you are in until at least the end of term."
She had just about finished the register when an arrogant smirk appeared in the doorway. Draco walked briskly in, muttering a short apology to the teacher and, after a quick glance to Harry and Hermione, sat down next to Blaise.
"So to start, can anyone here already do Wandless Magic? Please put up your hand..." Harry half raised his hand, ignoring the stares that people were giving him. He wasn't too surprised that Hermione couldn't. She was very good at the theory side and that had helped with the Practical up until the OWLs but her muggle blood did not give her the power. He doubted that she would ever be able to do anything more than a 'Wingardium Leviosa' wandlessly. He snapped out of his musings as he heard Morana Tace addressing him.
TBC
Beloved – Love the name BTW, it is. I'm completely addicted to dark!Harry fics. There's one on adultfanfiction.net that I'm reading ATM that's really good. He'll come out happy in the end though.
Draco23luver – No, I'm not sure that Harry knows why he's doing this. The only person who does is me and I'm not gonna tell! Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!.... I'm ok.
Rena Starlight – Yay! Good for you. Well, you might say it's a twist but I reckon it's true so... here's another flashback and there will be more to come.
sakurafox092 – Thank you!
Ura – I'm glad you find it interesting. I try to keep it as enjoyable as possible whilst still putting in a bit of angst. Did you like this one?
Yana5 – Yeah, he'd been told so much and he was confused. He needed to understand and that helped in some kind of sick and twisted way...
Thank you for reading. Now you gonna review?
Chapter 3 – Confusion
Draco was confused. What had just happened? Everything was going fine. What had he done? Why had Harry gone off at him all of a sudden? What was going on? So many thoughts and so many others were swirling around in his head. He had blown it. He knew that. The only question was 'how?'.
A very depressed Draco went down to Breakfast that morning. He was so tired because he had stayed up all night, unable to get to sleep from worry. It was obvious that something had happened which had made Harry upset but he couldn't think. It was like he couldn't remember anything from last night that clearly but there was nothing at all that he could remember that Harry might not... Harry had kissed him. What had gone wrong?
Harry didn't go to Breakfast and Draco understood. He hadn't heard everything that had gone on between his future mate and Voldemort but he had overheard his father saying a few things about it.
%: Flashback :%
Draco couldn't sleep and was making his way from his bedroom in the Northeast wing to the gondola out in the garden. He happened to hear his father talking, presumably to another death-eater. He knew that if he was caught he would be tortured but curiosity got the better of him and he pressed his ear to the door.
"...Potter boy is out of the way, we have been successful." He heard a low- level death eater saying to, well he assumed to his father. His assumption was proved correct when he heard Lucius' icy tone replying.
"Be that as it may, he is not out of the way as you put it. Our Lord will do whatever it takes to keep him on our side and that is not good news for us. We should have the power. We served..."
Draco shivered. That was not a conversation that he wanted to overhear. It seemed as though Lucius was getting worked up and when Lucius got worked up, he liked storming out of rooms and there was only one entrance to that particular room. Draco quickly made his way back to his own rooms. He had a lot to think about if he had heard what he thought he had heard.
%: End of Flashback :%
That was what he was thinking about now. Had he heard that, or was it something completely different. This was a very large puzzle and he had hardly any pieces. He only wished that he could talk to Harry about it... well maybe he could.
NEWT Potions was first. Draco's favourite subject because he could sit there watching Harry the whole lesson without being rudely interrupted. He loved the way that Harry squirmed when being questioned by Professor Snape and the way that his brow furrowed and he bit his bottom lip when he was thinking about a particularly difficult ingredient.
As expected, Professor Snape put them in pairs that were meant to annoy them a great deal. That meant that the Mud... that Granger was with that pug- faced bitch Parkinson, Sally-Anne Perks was with Bullstrode, Blaise was with Finnigan and he was with... Harry. The class was very small because not many people had opted for Potions as a NEWT and so everyone from all the houses were mixed in together, although no Hufflepuffs were in the class – he really wondered why (not). Everyone else had to do only two normal Potions lesson a week and they had five NEWT ones.
That day, Professor Snape set a particularly difficult Potion for them to make; one that would not take too much care and precision after the first hour but would cause them to have to wait until second lesson the next day to discover if it was made correctly. However Draco didn't know that because he hadn't been paying attention... to Professor Snape, he had been paying attention to Harry's eyes. They were such an amazing shade of green and it was a shame that they were hidden behind those glasses. Everything about Harry was hidden and he wanted to bring it out. He wanted to know everything about the boy he loved.
Harry had woken up and gone to shower. As he remembered the previous night's events, he smiled. Everything was going according to plan. This time nothing would go wrong. Nobody and nothing could stop him. He paused, thinking that if he were in a muggle horror film, it would be the perfect time for him to do a maniacal evil laugh. That thought cracked him up and if it hadn't been for the silencing charms around his room, his laughter would have been heard from the Great Hall to the Astronomy Tower!
He wasn't hungry, so he did some last minute studying before going down to the dungeons for NEWT Potions. If only he hadn't wanted to be an Auror in his fifth year. He sighed, Potions had become a terribly easy subject after Voldemort's training. He smirked; he would show Professor Snape up so badly.
'Typical' he thought as he found out that he was partnered with Draco, although it wouldn't be so bad this year after what he had heard. He was aware that Draco was staring at him throughout Snape's speech. He rolled his eyes. If he hadn't been listening, Snape would have been only too glad to give his a million detentions. He looked over to Hermione who was with Parkinson, he felt a twinge of guilt before shaking his head. The heir of Slytherin felt guilt about nothing... but Hermione hadn't used him. The Weasleys had, Dumbledore had... almost everyone had except Hermione. He was brought back into reality by Snape who was standing, glowering at him.
"Mr. Potter! What is the Cðnfutes Potion?"
"Sir! The Cðnfutes Potion is more commonly known as the draught of Silence although it does not make the drinker mute, Sir! It prevents the drinker from talking about something specific that the maker chooses, Sir!" Harry stood up at attention to say this and after speaking, nodded to his Professor and sat down, trying his hardest not to crack up. It seemed that Hermione was doing exactly the same.
Snape glared at Harry. He knew that he could not take points off of the boy without a good reason as the Headmaster had said so. Although he felt that this was a good reason, Dumbledore would probably not agree.
They got on with making the Potion and Harry had to fill Draco in on the details. They could not talk much however as they needed to concentrate very hard. One second too long or not enough between ingredients would cause the Potion to explode and them to fail their NEWT. It seemed that Draco did not want to talk anyway as he kept staring at Harry's eyes and therefore Harry did all of the work.
Harry gathered his things together after the lesson, ready to go to NEWT DADA. He wanted to get a seat near to the back, away from most prying eyes. He was also quite interested to know who the newest addition to the staff was, after Bill Weasley had been asked to go back to Egypt by the Goblins of Gringotts and a large sum of money, however he was stopped in the corridor by a hand.
Harry turned around to see Draco standing right behind him, completely out of breath as though he had been running. Without offering an explanation, Draco grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him to a deserted corridor before sticking his tongue down the raven-haired boy's throat. It seemed like heaven to Draco as he stood there, pinning his mate to the wall. That was how it was meant to be. Everything was right... until Harry bit down on his tongue. He flew across to the other side of the corridor and crashed into the wall with a sickening 'Crbonk'. He was confused. That wasn't how it was meant to go!
Harry was shell-shocked - he had been attacked! He opened his eyes and (surprise, surprise!) saw Draco there. He bit down onto the other boy's tongue and pushed with his mind. Sure enough, an invisible force slammed Draco into the opposite wall.
"What the hell do you think you are doing?" He spat. "How could you?"
Draco was shocked and confused. Didn't Harry want that? After what had happened last night... "I... I'm sorry. I mean I..." He moved to go over to Harry before something pushed him over, onto the floor although Harry's wand was not in his hand. "Oww!!! You can do wandless magic?"
"Yes, yes I can. And it serves you right. Leave me alone." Harry's tone was icy. Too much like his father's. It sent shivers down his spine.
He watched as Harry turned to leave. 'No! No!' screamed his brain. It was all so wrong. "Wait! Please!" His voice was pained and needy yet he refused to scare the other boy any more. He had to talk. He had to explain.
"What?" Harry was plainly annoyed. "Well? Hurry up, or I'll be late to lesson." Suddenly, Draco didn't know what to say. He made a few whimpers before simply looking at Harry. "So that it, is it? That's your great speech? That's..."
Draco couldn't stand it anymore. "I love you! I need you! I'm sorry, but I thought that that was what you wanted. I..." he dropped off, he didn't know what else to say. Harry's smirk stunned him and frightened him at the same time.
"I know. I know you love me. I know you need me. I know you crave me. I know all about you and I know that you want to know all about me but you can't and you won't because it wasn't what I wanted, it wasn't what I wanted at all and you are never going to get me. No matter how hard to try." And with that, Harry stalked down the corridor to the DADA classroom. Draco simply sat there, in the middle of that deserted corridor that led to nothing and cried. He cried until there were no tears left to fall, until the world stopped spinning because his mate had accepted him and then rejected him. He might as well have died. It would have been better than this dumb, dull pain that he felt in his chest, as though his heart was slowly tearing itself up into many pieces. He knew that it was all too good to be true.
Meanwhile, Harry was rushing to DADA so that he wouldn't be late. He really didn't want to make a bad impression on a new teacher so early into the year. He managed to catch up with Seamus, Hermione and a Slytherin called Blaise Zabini, all of whom were taking NEWT DADA with him and Draco. They walked in silence to the classroom where they saw that some people were already there, probably the ones who were taking NEWT CoMC. Harry took a seat at the last remaining table in the back row and Hermione followed him, sitting next to him. He was about to say something spiteful to her when the teacher walked in and everyone fell quiet.
The teacher was a medium-tall lady with shoulder length brown hair and greeny-blue eyes with... was that writing? How odd! What did it say? It was a bit too far away to see but he would have to find out. Oh great, he thought, now that'll be bugging me all bloody lesson. She was wearing a traditional black robe over black jeans and a purple top with FCUK written on it and she looked around 24, although her eyes seemed much older, perhaps she had something in common with him. Smiling gently at everyone, she introduced herself.
"Hello everyone, my name is Professor Tace but I'm sure that we will be on first name terms by the end of the year, so you can all call me Morana." No one had anything to say to that comment, so she continued. "I am aware that you have already learnt about some of the rarer Magical Beasts and most of the NEWT counter-curses that you need to learn, so I think we will start the year with something slightly interesting – Wandless Magic." A few people gasps, but most remained silent. "First of all, I'll need to take a register so that I know all of your names. It would also be a great help if you stayed in the seats that you are in until at least the end of term."
She had just about finished the register when an arrogant smirk appeared in the doorway. Draco walked briskly in, muttering a short apology to the teacher and, after a quick glance to Harry and Hermione, sat down next to Blaise.
"So to start, can anyone here already do Wandless Magic? Please put up your hand..." Harry half raised his hand, ignoring the stares that people were giving him. He wasn't too surprised that Hermione couldn't. She was very good at the theory side and that had helped with the Practical up until the OWLs but her muggle blood did not give her the power. He doubted that she would ever be able to do anything more than a 'Wingardium Leviosa' wandlessly. He snapped out of his musings as he heard Morana Tace addressing him.
TBC
Beloved – Love the name BTW, it is. I'm completely addicted to dark!Harry fics. There's one on adultfanfiction.net that I'm reading ATM that's really good. He'll come out happy in the end though.
Draco23luver – No, I'm not sure that Harry knows why he's doing this. The only person who does is me and I'm not gonna tell! Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!.... I'm ok.
Rena Starlight – Yay! Good for you. Well, you might say it's a twist but I reckon it's true so... here's another flashback and there will be more to come.
sakurafox092 – Thank you!
Ura – I'm glad you find it interesting. I try to keep it as enjoyable as possible whilst still putting in a bit of angst. Did you like this one?
Yana5 – Yeah, he'd been told so much and he was confused. He needed to understand and that helped in some kind of sick and twisted way...
Thank you for reading. Now you gonna review?