Written for the people who can see something's wrong

Draco and Harry were sitting on the couch. Draco had his arm over Harry's shoulders and Harry was leaning on Draco. Neither of them was doing anything. They were just staring in front of them, in thought. It was Friday night and it had been a tiring week for the both of them.

Draco heard Harry sigh deeply. The gryffindor had decided not to tell anything to Dumbledore in the end, for which Draco was grateful. He sincerely hoped he would never have to betray Harry's confidence in him. Draco tried to remind himself that he had told Harry not to trust him from the beginning, but deep down he knew that he would no more be able to successfully wash his hands clean of it all.

Harry had saved him in a way, by not forcing him to associate with the Death Eaters yet. Because that's what he would have had to do, had Harry gone to the headmaster. He would have had to present his information to the Dark Lord. If the Dark Lords was ever to find out that Draco had kept information from him, he would be feeling it. For the moment, Draco just hoped the Dark Lord would forget his existence altogether.

Draco withholding information from the Dark Lord and Harry doing the same with Dumbledore, it was like they had pledged allegiance to each other, and no-one else.

Harry sighed again and Draco glanced at the black mess of hair leaning on him. "What is it?" he asked, pressing a kiss on top of Harry's head.

Harry hesitated for a moment. Finally he sit up straight and faced Draco. The slytherin instinctively sensed that he would not be liking this conversation and withdrew his arm.

"I'm worried about you" Harry said with determination. "I don't want you to become a Death Eater. You'll get hurt."

Draco could see that Harry was expecting the worst, but the blonde found himself strangely touched by the gryffindor's concern.

"And you think that my staying away from the Death Eaters is going to keep me out of harm's way?" Draco asked gently.

Harry didn't say anything and Draco decided to go on. "I'm a slytherin. Hell, I'm the slytherin. I'll land on my feet, no matter who's in power."

Draco could see the wheels turning in Harry's head. "It's you I'm more worried about, though" Draco continued. "You have a knack of rubbing the important people the wrong way. That's not the way to get ahead in life."

This time Harry didn't keep quiet. "And sucking up to the likes of Voldemort and Umbridge is?"

"Yes" Draco said with confidence. "It's not always likable, but if they have power..."

Harry stood up and went to lean against the desk of drawers. He stood there looking like Draco had said something disgusting. Draco decided not to get offended.

"Take Umbridge for example, shall we?" Draco said. "You were always running your mouth, I went along with her. You sat in detention, while me and my mates were having a ride."

Harry snorted. "She turned the school into a..." Harry paused to re-group her thoughts. "It was ridiculous. The way she favored anyone who would go along with her craziness. It wasn't fair."

"Fair has nothing to do with it, Harry" Draco tutored gently. "That's what you have to learn. We are not a fair race. 'All wizards are equal, but some wizards are more equal then others'" he quoted.

Harry shook his head. He didn't want to fight with Draco about this. All he knew was that he didn't want to live in a world where Umbridges and Voldemorts were running things.

"Dolores Umbridge was a mad, deluded woman" Harry said. "And I am proud about every bit of resistance I ever showed her."

"Like you're little club?" Draco asked condescendingly.

Harry just looked in front him with a fond smile on his face. "It felt so good, starting that 'little club'" Harry said, more just aloud then to Draco in particular. "We were opposing her, right under her nose, just like she had feared. We were like guerrillas."

Draco let Harry dwell in his happy memory for a moment, before he spoke up. "Being right or ideological won't get you anywhere. You have to go where the power is."

Harry looked at Draco. "'To forgive and accept injustice is cowardice'" he said calmly.

"Says who?" Draco dismissed.

Harry was about to mumble 'never mind', but decided against it. He could say the truth just as easily, after all. "Mahatma Gandhi."

Draco looked pensive at this. "Mah..." Draco muttered to himself. "'Great soul'?" he finally asked.

Harry was surprised. "You know Sanskrit?"

"A little..." Draco shrugged. "Some Sanskrit, some Latin, some Celtic. You know... The basics."

Harry looked almost jealous. "Right" he just commented.

"So who's Mahatma?" Draco asked.

Harry came to sit back on the couch. "A man of non-violence" he replied.

"He's a muggle" Draco stated, not impressed.

"He was a muggle" Harry said. "He was assassinated."

"Well, there you go" Draco said carefully. "I guess the assassin didn't agree with him on non-violence."

"Hmm..." Harry muttered, lost in thought.

"So was he killed for being right or for being wrong?" Draco continued.

Harry smiled a sad smile. "I told you, I don't believe in right or wrong..." he said to Draco, leaning forward, placing his forearms on his knees. "Neither violence nor non-violence will ever win. Not with us humans anyway. We're too violent and too pacific. They both believed in dying for their cause, but the assassin also believed in killing for his cause."

Draco leaned back on the couch. So that was what was making Harry sad. "You worried about killing Voldemort, then?" he asked the gryffindor.

Harry didn't say anything, just rocked a bit back and forth. He glanced quickly at Draco, and the slytherin saw enough to understand that it was a 'yes'.

"You can't evaluate your actions in this case from your muggle upbringing and ethics' point of view" Draco said, amazed that the gryffindor could even question it at all. "There is no other solution. If you don't kill him, he'll live. And then it'll be hell on earth for everyone you love."

"Gee, thanks for the pep-talk" Harry said sarcastically.

"Don't mention it" Draco replied evenly.

Harry sat up straighter and Draco put his arm on the backrest of the couch. Harry moved sideways and leaned on the slytherin's chest. Then they both sighed.

Title of the chapter from Punk Rock Song by Bad Religion

'All animals are equal, but some animals are more equal then others' from Animal Farm by George Orwell. I changed the word 'animals' to 'wizards'. He he...

'To forgive and accept injustice is cowardice.' - Mohandas Gandhi