A/N: I like this chapter...a lot. It's when my plot line actually starts to really exist. I was all, YAY FINALLY! After all, I was getting really tired of writing a whole shitload of filling. I hope you likeys the chapter! I'm very very glad my beta could beta this so fast, thankies!
Game Over
Chapter 8
Draco's eyes shot open wide and a warm sensation spread from his lips and reached out to the rest of his body. He let his eyes slowly begin to close and he tried to slowly coax Harry's mouth open, but the boy pulled away, leaving Draco breathless and slightly red in the cheeks.
"I'm sorry...I'll help you-" But Harry never got to tell Draco what he wanted to help him with because Draco was suddenly on tip toe, putting them both back into the passionate kiss.
Harry wasted no time waiting for any other sign that Draco wanted him. He pushed Draco against the wall, and Draco entangled his slim fingers into Harry's black messed locks. Harry began to push Draco harder into the wall, and Draco whimpered. Harry pulled away quickly, afraid of what he was doing to the smaller teen.
"Sorry...I'm not very good at this..." Harry said, smiling weakly. Draco gave a small smile.
"It's not you, it was just that I still hurt." Draco replied. Harry looked down at the tile in a way that a guilty child would. Draco suddenly realised who he was thinking about, and he narrowed his eyes. "I'm going to the infirmiry." He snapped, stumbling out of the room, and using the wall for support.
"You can't do this...Father will kill you if he finds out you're dating him...Anyways, I still love Pansy." Draco looked over his shoulder, but didn't see Potter. "Good, he's not following." Draco tripped over his foot, and just barely caught himself on the railing to the stairs winding towards the hospital wing. Draco groaned and began to slowly make his way up the steps.
Halfway up he had to stop, and let his head rest between his knees.
"You're fooling yourself. Don't wait for Pansy to forgive you, because she's not going to. Just, move on." Draco lifted his head upon hearing footsteps come down the stairs, and straightened up emediatly. It was Madam Pomfrey.
"Oh! Mr. Malfoy, what happened to you?" The medi-witch began to help him up the stairs, and for once the proud young Malfoy didn't refuse, he leaned on her as much as he needed to, too confused to act strong.
"YOU IDIOT!" Harry yelled at himself, throwing the soap jar onto the floor. He watched as the glass broke and shattered in all directions.
"Oooo..." Moaning Myrtle giggled. "Young Harry's angry and in distress." Myrtle giggled again, sitting on the drain pipe in the prefect bathroom. Harry swirled and locked eyes with her misty ones.
"You, just shut up." Harry grabbed a piece of glass and chucked it at her. It went through her forehead, and ricoched off the wall.
"What seems to be young Harry's problem?" Myrtle sat forward, loving to hear the woes of students.
"It's none of your goddamn business." Harry flopped down on the pile of towels by the two sinks. "Maybe I was doing something wrong...moving too fast? No...I'm just an idiot for thinking he'd even date me!" Harry chucked a bar of soap into the still filled-up pool of water, and watched the splash reach up and the water droplets hit the water and make several more small splashes. All of it seemed to be in slow motion for him, and he watched the water fall long after it actually had.
"Harry Potter's gay?" Myrtle sat upright, looking positively distressed.
"No, bisexual...Why does it matter to you anyways, your dead!" Harry threw his arms up in the air, before letting them flop back down to his sides.
"Well, there's no denying that you're goodlooking, but I guess this boy sure can." Myrtle huffed, on the verge of bawling her eyes out.
Harry sat there, slumped over slightly, looking annoyed, before throwing his arms up in the air again. "DAMN EVERYBODY!" And his arms once again fell uselessly to his sides.
Myrtle finally let out a screeching sob and zoomed back up the drain pipe, her screams echoing through the room.
And Harry gave in.
He rested his head in his hands and cried. He sobbed, and finally he stood and left the room. Washing off his face, he made sure he wouldn't burst again. He walked down the corridor shakily, afraid of what might've happened if Draco had liked him enough to keep snogging him back.
The next days at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were odd for the whole school. Draco Malfoy looked restless and wore his clothes slightly messier than before. Harry Potter was no longer the Golden Boy, but the boy you didn't mess with. And sometimes if you went up the boy's dorm stairs in the Gryffindor tower, soft sobs could be heard from the 6th year boy's dorm.
"Harry?" Hermione knocked on the door, and not waiting for a reply, opened it slowly. "Harry, what's the matter?" She crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
"I ran out of pickles..." Harry lied, sitting up and crossing the room to the mirror. Okay, so lying wasn't going to help. It was obvious he had been crying. Hermione raised her eyebrows and lay down on his bed.
"Liar."
"Yes, yes. I am a liar." Harry began to get out his neglected homework and he tossed it onto his dresser. "I'll be right back." And without looking at Hermione he made his way to the boy's showers and bathrooms.
Harry opened the door and washed off his face. He looked into the mirror and sighed.
"Stop moping around, Harry. Get over it. It's not like it would've worked out anyways. Just get over it...There's plenty of other blokes and gals out there that would like you just the same." Harry sighed and turned, leaning against the sink.
'Only because you're the golden boy,' a familiar voice echoed through his mind.
"Oh, shuddup!" Harry growled, and left the room to go back and talk to Hermione.
"Hello again, Harry!" Hermione still sat on his bed, but now parts of his homework were started. "I thought you might need a little push. You've seemed positivily awful lately, so I thought I'd help out."
"You must think I'm about to die or something, you never do my homework willingly." Harry smiled half-heartedly.
"Well, with they way you've been acting, I wouldn't be surprised if you were about to kill yourself." Hermione sighed. "But I'm not going to finish it if you can do it yourself." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at him.
Harry sighed, and then laughed. "I'm fine Hermione, now give me my homework." Hermione giggled and bounced off his bed, collecting his homework into a neat pile.
Hermione straightened her flared jeans and her Abercrombie shirt and lead Harry down the stairs to the common room where the Dream Team once again laughed, joked, and worked by the fire.
Draco sat down on his bed, holding the letter in shaky hands. They couldn't do this...not when they were in Hogwarts. Draco set the letter on his bedside table and brushed a lock of blonde hair out of his face.
"Pansy..." He whispered to himself. He looked at the letter and the words seemed to seer into his brain. He closed his eyes. He could still see them on the back of his eyelids.
'You are to meet us in the Forbidden Forest. We initiate Pansy Parkinson and yourself that night'.
Draco drew a shaky breath and finally threw his water glass into the wall. It's pieces skittered across the floor in all directions. Draco leaned back into his bed, and looked at the ceiling. A tear leaked down his cheek.
"I decline..." He whispered, closing his eyes.
"WAKE UP!" A pillow hit Draco in the face and he shot up out of bed. "You're going to be late." Pansy left the room, slamming the door behind her. Draco watched the door for several minutes, before standing and changing into elegant clothes. A black silky button down dress shirt, and a pair of black trousers. To top it off he threw on a black cloak.
He crept down the stairs, and met Pansy at the snake embroidered mirror.
"Asphodel." Pansy said and walked through the now shimmering mirror.
The two made their way down the halls in silence. Their black cloaks swirling around their ankles, not once did they run into Mrs. Norris or Filch. So far, their luck was staying true.
After navigating their way through the dungeons they made it to the great oak doors leading to the Hogwarts grounds. They opened one of them just enough to slip out. Pansy going first and not even waiting for Draco.
"Pansy." Draco hissed as he followed her, quickening his steps to catch up. "Are you taking the mark?" Draco reached her side, and she simply looked at him.
"Draco, of course I am...I can't do anything about it, now I suggest you shut up." Pansy continued to walk, her ice cold walls blocking out Draco and his hope for another relationship with her.
"Pansy," Draco stopped walking, so she was forced to go back to him. "You know I-I still want to be with you...I wouldn't have it any other way-"
"Draco," Pansy met her ex-boyfriends' eyes. "Does it look like I care? Wait...yes, I do care. But does it look like I think that we should be together? No." And with that Pansy turned and dragged the boy along with her.
'So, I'll be single for the rest of my life, or until I can have you again. If I can get you again.' Draco smiled grimly and jerked his arm out of her grasp as they neared the edge of the forest.
The Slytherins, soon to be Death Eaters, looked at the tree and the forest floor. The creaking and moaning of the forest wasn't the thing that scared them. It was the shadows in the clearing ahead of them, the bent figures sitting around a bowl of blood.
Draco looked to Pansy and tried to find her hand, but she walked ahead of him. He looked up to the crest of a moon and followed, head held high as he was to be in the presence of his father.
"Alas, the two that shall join my ranks." A hiss came from behind a stone altar with emerald gems set into the front. Draco and Pansy bowed before being told, but did not go forward to kiss the hem of his robes, for none was to walk upon the altar but the Dark Lord himself.
"Arise from the depths of darkness, my children." And black shadows entered the moonlit clearing. Draco closed his eyes, bit his lip, and prayed. He wasn't one to believe in much usually, but he prayed anyways.
"Pansy Parkinson." Voldemort locked his red eyes on her bent head, with the hood that draped over her eyes. "Stand, and step forward." The girl did.
Draco held his breath, squeezing his eyes shut beneath the black hood.
"Give me your left forearm." Pansy obliged, holding out her left arm and letting the cloak fall backwards to reveal a black skirt, and an elegant black long sleeved shirt. Voldemort dipped his fingers into the bowl of blood that Lucius had broughten forth, and rubbed it onto the area that the skull, and snake would be burned into her flesh.
The death eaters brought up their arms and their dark marks glowed an eerie green. Pansy closed her eyes, trying to block out the pain that was to come. Voldemort began to reach for his wand, when Pansy jerked away.
"No! I decline!" She yelled. And then Draco stood, about to jump in front of her when a bright flash of green light stretched through the forest; issueing through The Dark Lord's wand. Draco gave out a large scream and caught Pansy's dead body. A tear slid down his cheek and fell onto a blade of grass next to him.
"Do you wish to decline, young Mr.Malfoy?" Voldemort asked, pointing his wand at Draco's chest. Draco whispered no, but felt a bubbling anger frothing in his stomach and a growing dread block his throat.
"Somebody take Ms. Parkinson away." Voldemort ordered. A familiar death eater stepped forward and whispered into Draco's ear.
"Stall. Dumbledore's coming." Snape pulled away and grabbed hold of Pansy, carefully lifting her and bringing her to the edge of the forest, laying her down in front of himself.
Draco flipped his hood further down his face, and pretended to brush something off his pants, before resuming the bowing position. The Death Eaters, all moved in closer, and raised their arms again. The green eery light filling the clearing.
"Draco Malfoy, stand and step closer." Voldemort began to move the bowl of blood closer to himself. Draco obeyed, but slowly stood, and turned to look at his father behind him. He took a small step forward, and Voldemort beckoned him closer, so he took another one. Voldemort dipped his fingers in the blood and asked for Draco's left forearm.
'Stall...' Draco thought. He slowly withdrew his cloak from his arm and began to roll up his left sleeve so Voldemort could reach the bit of flesh he needed to. 'Stall...' And then, there was a crash, a large explosion, and Voldemort apparated from the clearing, his death eaters following, except Snape.
Draco stood there, looking where the Dark Lord had been moments before. He raised a shaky hand and brought his hood back; letting it fall to his shoulders.
"Dumbledore!" Snape called, hurrying to help Dumbledore into the clearing. "She did not make it past the altar, Dumbledore. What do we tell the papers?"
"Nothing, as they will know nothing about it." Dumbledore said calmly, a fire blazing in the depths of his blue eyes as he approached the body of Pansy. Her eyes were glued in horror onto the last thing she saw. The Dark Lord's sneering face.
Snape looked up to Dumbledore's face, and then to Draco who still stood in front of the altar. Dumbledore picked up his dead student with surprising strength for an old man and followed Snape's gaze. His face softened slightly, and he turned to look at Snape.
"Draco..." Snape approached the young wizard and put his hand on his shoulder. "It's alright now. It'll be okay." Snape turned Draco around and looked into the teenager's eyes. The grey depths were filled to the brim with tears, the one person he had ever actually loved was gone. Harry was pushed to the back of his thoughts. According to Draco, Harry was just someone he had wanted to kiss, a hormonal crush. Harry had been nothing compared to Pansy.
"Draco." Snape repeated, shaking his godson slightly. "Draco, it's over now. They can't initiate you. They know that Dumbledore knows now, if they do anything else in here they know the risk."
Draco looked at the crest that aligned perfectly with the middle of the clearing. A single tear streaked down his cheek and he pushed past his godfather and Dumbledore; holding Pansy's body, and walked through the forest until he was right infront of the school. He opened the door and walked slowly down to the dungeons. Filch spotted him, but said nothing, knowing where the boy had been.
Draco didn't even realise it when he was in his dorm; laying on his bed. He didn't even think about anything else until he went to sleep, because the thing that lingered in his mind was his dead girlfriend's face as he held her in his arms.
A/N: So, how did you like it? I know I was very happy with it. I'm not sure why, I just liked writing this chapter. Maybe I'm just a hopeless angster.