"I am not one of those who believe in love at first sight, but I believe in taking a second look."
—Henry Vincent
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Malfoy entered the empty dormitory and laid down on his bed. His stomach growled with hunger, but he resisted the urge to think about the dinner that was happening right now. He did not want to share a Christmas table with the teachers and Harry and other students who were not lucky enough to go home. He did not want to see anyone right now. He did not want to talk. They might interrogate him again.
What is it with good guys and questions?
He had questions of his own, but he did not interview everyone against a wall just to find out what the answer was.
Why was it Harry needed to know more than he should?
Why was it he; cool, collected Slytherin; blew up each time Harry became more demanding?
Why was it he was becoming more and more afraid of the Gryffindor?
Malfoy sighed and rolled to his side, his eyes wide and open, unable to stop thinking about everything that had happened.
Was this the right path, he wondered? Or would he die soon by a Death Eater's hand, drowned with misery, hardship and regret? Were people in the Order going to shun him like his old family, for now he was a boy with no last name? A boy who had once been a nuisance? A boy who had once been on the side of Voldemort?
He had this feeling even the werewolf that adopted him won't like him too much. After all, he had insulted the professor countless times.
He rolled over to his back, and he stared at the ceiling, remembering the interrogation.
Malfoy recalled Mad-Eye Moody eyeing him suspiciously, as he sat down and got strapped onto a chair, the Veritaserum already bubbling inside his gut. There had been only a single light cast around the room, and it was directed on him. Everyone was watching. It was Dumbledore that did the questioning.
"Do you have a plan with Voldemort? Have you ever been in his plots?"
Malfoy had thought it would be hard to not leave anything out, but he found it relatively easy, like water pouring out of his lips. Each answer lifted a burden he had been keeping for so long.
"Not entirely. the Dark Lord believed I was to do something more important for him next year, when the war is going to begin. I was to inconspicuously lead the Slytherins against the other houses and send them out to murder the other students and teachers."
"Yes, you have told us that without the Veritaserum. Have you ever felt like serving Voldemort? Will you serve Voldemort?"
"Not at all. I am fearful, I do not wish to serve him. I want not to be in his presence or in his plots at all."
"Will you ever serve your father again?"
"Not anymore. He is not my father if he chooses to kill me. I am not his son, and if the time comes, and we have to face, I will not regret killing him for all that has happened."
"Will you betray us?"
"No. I pledged my allegiance willingly and sincerely. "
"Will you hurt Harry?"
"Not ever."
"Will you thwart our plans? Even if it is not for the Dark Lord but for your own intent?"
"No. I pledged my allegiance with uttermost respect."
"Will you follow us?"
"Even if it is to my death."
"What do you think of Voldemort?"
"Voldemort is in the wrong. Twisted and vile. He will one day die in the hands of those righteous and true."
"Were you ever controlled by him? Has he seen you face to face? Have you ever passed information to him?"
"I was never controlled. He is manipulating Millicent Bulstrode as we speak. She is the one spy that is bound. I was never under the Imperius, but I gave out incomplete information when I was tortured, and I regret it. I shall never go to my family again."
"I see... Why, all in all, why are you siding with us?"
"Because I am in love with Harry Potter."
Malfoy rolled over in his bed, and fell asleep.