Disclaimer: Not J.K.R…:sigh: tragically.
Warning: SLASH…yummy
A/N: Thank so, so, so, so, much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.
Summary: It's like every story you've ever read…but totally different…
A/N: SORRY! I haven't updated in forever things have been really mixed up with me lately and I went on spring break, so I'm so so sorry, but please read anyway.
Twisted: Hogsmeade
"You're sure you don't want us to stay, Draco?" Hermione asked for the millionth time that day, standing in the entrance hall.
"Positive. I'll be fine. I've got some studying to catch up on anyway." He smiled and tried to get them on their way to Hogsmeade.
Hermione frowned. "Draco, I don't want to leave you here by yourself-"
"'Mione, don't worry. I'm safe within the walls of Hogwarts. That's why I can't go. Will you leave already?
"C'mon Hermione, Draco's right," Ron pleaded.
"Okay… I'm just afraid that if something happens he won't be able to reach us."
"Hermione!" Draco, Ron, and Ginny all said at the same time.
"Okay! Let's go." She threw her hands up in defeat and they headed out of the hall.
Draco waved them off smiling, then once they were out of sight he sighed and headed up to the tower.
He sat in the common room for a while, trying to study and trying to stop himself from writing a letter to anyone at all. He was tempted to write the twins, see how the shop was coming along, but he figured he'd just let Ron do that later. Then he wanted to write Peter. He was almost so desperate that he wanted to write to his aunt and uncle. At that point, he decided he needed to get away from all the first and second years running rampant through the common room.
So he made his way to the Quidditch pitch for a fly.
"If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were stalking me, Potter," Draco said as he landed his broom.
Harry smirked as he walked onto the pitch. "Well it's a good thing you know better then."
"Didn't feel like going to Hogsmeade?" the blonde asked.
"Didn't see the point." He mounted his broom. "Fancy a game?" Harry asked, pulling out a snitch.
"Where'd you get that?" Draco asked, an all too familiar scene playing over in his head.
"Where'd you get that?"
"Knicked it," said Lucius casually…
Draco smiled; Black almost had his head that day.
"James gave it to me a couple years back, to practice with at home." He sighed and took off. "You coming?" he called back to Draco.
Draco mounted his broom as well and took off. "Aren't you worried about your reputation?"
Harry smirked. "You think I care about what the prats around here think of me? Besides, they're all at Hogsmeade."
Draco shook his head as Harry let the snitch go.
"So I asked Sirius about Severus Snape the other day," Harry said as they were walking back to the castle for lunch.
"Yeah? And what did Professor Black have to say?" Draco asked bitterly.
Harry looked at the Gryffindor sideways. "He said Snape was framed, told me the story and more about the Order."
They stopped out side the door to the castle and Draco turned to face Harry. "That's all?"
"That's the truth, isn't it?" Draco nodded. "What were you expecting then?"
Draco shrugged. "I just thought he'd say something mean or bad about Severus… they didn't really get along."
"Yeah, I kind of got that from the way Sirius talked about him."
They entered the castle.
"But there is one thing." Harry stopped them again before they entered the Great Hall and went to their respective tables. "Sirius didn't tell me how Snape died."
"Suddenly I'm not hungry." Draco sighed.
"Malfoy, will you please just tell me?" Harry implored.
Draco looked down at his feet. "Not right now. You should eat and I'm going to shower… but maybe, if we happen to run into each other around two in the dungeons out side of your room. Maybe in that situation, I'd be able to talk about it."
Harry smiled. "Alright, bye, Malfoy."
Draco waved and started up the staircase.
"You have a nice bed, Potter," Draco said. It was just after two and the blonde laid himself out across Harry's bed.
"It suites me, I suppose." He sat in a desk chair facing Draco. "So, ready to talk?"
Draco let out a heavy sigh. "I don't know why, but I feel like talking to you about this… about that night, when I've not even talked to Ron or Hermione or Peter, and they're the closest people to me." He sat up and looked at Harry.
"It was just a bit after holiday last year, that whole year my connection to Voldemort had been strengthening, and I was able to see what he was seeing at certain points. One day though, Voldemort tricked me, and I saw Severus being held captive in the Ministry. It was actually the day of our O.W.L.S."
Harry nodded. "I remember."
"So, in a panic, I got Ron, Hermione, Neville, Ginny, and Luna Lovegood, and we rode on thestrals to the Ministry. When we got there, Severus was no where in sight." He glanced at Harry uneasily.
"Go on."
"I… I dunno if I should."
"Draco…"
"Your father was there, and there was this deal about a prophecy… anyway, it was a set up, and once word reached the Order, Dumbledore, Peter, Sirius, Kingsley and Tonks showed up." Draco sighed. "The Order battled the Death Eaters, eventually it was just me and Neville in the room where all the fighting was going on, and the prophecy shattered." His breath hitched in his throat and his eyes stung with tears, but he didn't stop, he had to say it, he had to speak it, to know that it was real, to know that Severus was not coming back. "Severus was fighting Petunia Dursley, she hit him with a spell… and he fell through the veil." Draco's lip trembled and he wiped his eyes.
"I never saw him again."
Harry didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say. He wanted to ask what "the veil" was, but he knew not to. He knew not to push Draco any further. "You haven't been eating since it happened, have you?"
Draco shrugged. "It's been hard to concentrate on anything long enough to consume a meal. I keep playing the night over and over again in my head. I wake up screaming for him almost every night, screaming for Severus as he falls through."
"And no one knows?"
"Been using a silencing charm all the time. That's also why I haven't gone to classes much. I can't concentrate." He looked over at Harry again, who was watching him intently. "Everyone keeps telling me that it's not my fault, you read it in the letter from Peter, but I can't help but think it is. If I hadn't of been so stupid, if I hadn't of drug my friends into it all, if I had just contacted Peter or Dumbledore in the first place. They would have told me that he was fine.
"But most of all if I hadn't of pissed Black off to the point where he stopped giving me Occlumency lessons. So you see, it could have all been prevented, if I'd been a little bit smarter about it all."
"Draco," Harry cooed. "You really need to-"
"Potter, don't even start. Don't tell me to stop blaming myself and don't tell me it wasn't my fault. Because it bloody well was!"
Harry didn't say anything else and Draco lay back on the bed, exhausted.
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