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Anyway, onwards with the chapter! (In kinky cat voice) My Daaarrrling Draco's POV…

Chapter 5: The Town of Malice

I slipped another French toast down my throat; I had forgotten to eat all this while and my hunger had caught up. I was working my way through my 7th waffle when the dumb house elf chirped my name.

"What in the world are you guys muttering abou-… oh…morning Potter, toast?"

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He didn't look bad for a guy who almost died. He looked cute, dare I say it. His hair in a ruffled mess, and without his glasses he looked every bit vulnerable and –

"Malfoy… what the hell am I doing her- alive?"

"I saved you… please have a seat, or would you like a bath first?"

"I don't want either of them… I want answers!"

"Potter you'll get your answers, but please understand I shall get mine first"

"Why?!"

"Because Potter, I have taken care of you personally for the past three nights without fail or sleep for that matter, and I think that you should calm down coz' your seriously testing my patience."

"Malf-"

"Potter! The room which you came from has a bathroom, a very nice one at that. Please take a bath, as long as you please. The wardrobe has clothes for you, please feel free to change into whatever you feel comfortable and afterwards, the house elf will direct you to where I am. Good bye"

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"Look Malfoy, sorry about earlier. It's just a bit shocking… I well…I thought I died." I turned to face him.

"I can understand why you would think so Potter, those sheets are just heavenly… if you get my meaning".

He laughed. How was it that a guy who probably went through traumatic events even laugh at anything. It was impressive, but I could not allow him to go on that account. I have to have my answers. I had to find some justification for my charitable actions. And surprisingly 'I have a good heart' just didn't cut it.

"Are you ready to talk, Potter?"

"Depends, are you ready to listen, without interrupting?"

"I think I'll survive."

"My whole life didn't flash before my eyes; my mind was incapable of that. The fear of death never touched me but the fear of life in that chamber was torturous. I was a toy to them. Broken yet amusing. Like rebellious boys decapitating their younger sister's Barbie, I was used and wrecked."

"Prophecies made my future and theirs. My blood, my cells, my very essence was needed to create hell, to give them power. And they created it. Yet then, they did not have any power, demon rejects, cowards in the dark lords eyes, they looked for recognition. They sent me to your father. Unaware that he is dead. They heard Master Malfoy continues to live, they did not realise it was you, Draco. They sent me to you, to my death."

"Potter-"

"Please let me finish"

"There's more?!?"

"Unfortunately, Draco, you have asked me to be honest with you and I shall. I have just given you part of what happened. The events right before I landed on your door. Prior to that, just after victory was claimed, I had seen the ruby engraved sword which had killed Voldemort. I rushed to pick it up, return it to Dumbledore, yet unknown to me, history repeated itself. It was a portkey. I landed but was prepared. My wand was out, expecting Voldemort to come alive by some absurd means. However I was greeted by the sight of 50 demons, all deformed by the dark lord. Their cowardice was rewarded by pain. I guessed the head demon as he stepped up to me. I could see him clearly now. He looked like he was burnt, but halfway through the process, when the skin was melting; some one had stopped inflicting the pain. I felt sick, as I forced my self to stare into his eyes which was hidden under some flap of skin. He approached me, laughing, encouraging everyone to join in. They wasted no time… I was like food to the starved…"

He gave a slight shiver and paused. His eyes glistened as he looked out the window into the afternoon sun. I let him rest, but he did not let himself. His gaze was unflinching as he concentrated on me, every word that left him inflicted pain, yet he endured it, once again.

"Draco, I am afraid, what will come next, will hurt you the most, as It concerns your father… and his death."