"Rebellion's our theme?" Pansy said, checking over her notes.

"Of course," Blaise nodded and smiled. They were in Draco's wardrobe, standing before his large section of formal wear.

Draco was sitting on the island in the centre, examining necklaces in an attempt to decide what to wear.

"Could I get away with a pleated skirt?" Blaise asked. He stuck out his lip and examined his legs.

"You could pull one off better than I could," Pansy said, she looked over his legs and then back to her notes.

"The Greol will work for this, right?" Blaise clarified, looking between the two, his hands hooked into his white leather belt.

"Of course it will," Pansy nodded. Draco looked up at them. "What?"

"Greol, tomorrow, let's meet to get decorations planned, say a quarter past eight?" Draco settled on a black and gold necklace.

Blaise and Pansy glanced at each other, "that'll be fine. Something more important you wanna say?"

"No, nothing," Draco moved to leave, "oh," he stopped, turned to their interested faces and stated simply, "get out of my closet."

Blaise frowned at him, "I need something to wear since I'm going to that little get-together in the South Wing Circle. Mind if I borrow a thing or two?"

"Be quick about it." Draco shrugged and stood there as Pansy left.

Blaise walked over, pulled him in and slammed the wardrobe door shut. "Help me out here?"

"My gods," Draco rolled his eyes and watched Blaise take out his favorite articles of clothing.

"Try the black pants and the grey sweater."

"It's a party Drake, not a coffee date."

"A real party?"

"Yes."

"The leather pants and your fishnet then," Draco said, he looked at his shoes then took down a pair of boots. "These will work for you too."

"Ya' think?" Blaise examined them and put them by the pants.

"I know it." Checking his watch he saw it was nearly ten. "Well, get going."

"Fine, fine, fine," Blaise relented but stopped at the door. "Draco?"

"What?" Malfoy put his hands on his hips and gave him a look.

"I love you."

Malfoy stopped and gave his life-friend a caring look. "I love you too Blaisey."

"-and-I want you to know that I really really care about you and you only have to say the word and I'm there."

"Why are you telling me this?- I know it, and it applies to you as well."

"I've seen you recently. Being in love with Po-Harry has made you doubt yourself. This whole Bustronte thing has made you doubt your absolute perfection and utter beauty. He was horrible, but that doesn't mean you are by association." Blaise said. He smiled sweetly.

Draco was taken aback, he'd been hiding his doubt so well. No one had noticed for nearly three weeks now. But in one day both Harry and Blaise had addressed the issue. Am I really just letting it show?

"Draco? I'm sure no one else knows, I just know you best and…I could see it in your eyes when you spoke. The self-loathing and that look like you want to cry," Blaise pulled him into a hug. "I really, truly love you, you're my favorite brother."

"Thank you and, maybe we'll talk tomorrow over breakfast in Hogsmeade?"

"Sounds perfect," Blaise kissed his cheek and walked out.

Draco smiled at his friends retreating back and silently let out a heavy breath. "I can't meet Harry," he shook his head, "he'll…he'll find out that I'm still this sick little Death Eater in training and-and he'll hate me. Match or no, why would he keep caring about me?"

He felt himself fall to the floor, sitting with his knees bent to rest his arms on. At his back was the island so he lent against it. "What have you done?"

Then, as he said it, his Malfoy mind set slid into place. All I have to do is drive him off, for his sake and for mine. It will be better for him, for me. His mask still fit perfectly on his features. Draco pulled himself up, his head hanging down slightly and allowing strands of his white hair to hang over his shadowed face. And as he raised his head and light slid over him, a sneer appeared on his lips.

The moon was sitting, heavily pregnant, in the sky and only slightly obscured by the usual September clouds. It was the seventeenth so the full moon was in five days. Remus would be weak already. Harry sat on the ledge watching the moon and then the clouds ghosting past it.

Behind him, the door creaked open slightly and a shadow slid in. Harry smiled to himself for he could sense his Match there.

"Draco? What's with the sneaking? It's just me here."

"I didn't expect anything more," the cold, sarcastic tone bit into Harry. Confused he tried to get a look at the other boy, see his face. But it was obscured by shadows. Harry frowned and sensed a wall, a blockade.

"What's going on?" Harry silently steeled himself, the feeling of betrayal hung in the air.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me," Harry spat out, he could feel an ache in his heart but his mind blocked it out, grinding to a halt the world around him.

"Okay Potter. You and I can't be this Match anymore, it would never work."

"Why do you say that?"

"I'm a Malfoy, and you wouldn't function with someone like me. This is for your own good Potter. Let me go," Draco could feel the ache grow stronger and throb, painfully against his ribs cage and echo through his body.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Tsk tsk tsk. So many questions, you'll have to figure that out on your own."

Draco turned to walk out and felt the pain increasing within him. A stabbing hurt with every step and a throb with every heart beat. His lungs seemed to creak as he tried to breath through it. His Malfoy mask let nothing show on his features but it became increasingly hard. Behind him he heard Harry let out a gasp and fall to his knees in pain.

Around him the air started to distort the stones of the walls and floor. It all became stretched and morphed, and crackles of magic began to appear in the space between them. Draco reached the door with extreme effort and glanced back to see a twist of magic in the air turn blue and then explode into sparks that shot out and crashed into more distorted magic and bounce off going faster than before. The sparks hit the walls and floor and ceiling and shone brightly for a moment before eating through the stone and disappearing. Draco's eyes widened as more magic began to break. The pain became even more intense and he sensed why it was happening.

Trying to leave Harry was killing them both.

Some magic exploded next to him and his heartbeat caught, sending another ache through him. Harry was on his knees, one hand supporting him against the floor and the other clutching his heart. The sparks were eating through the walls and floor and Draco could see larger holes forming, straight through to the other floors of the tower. If this happened, the whole tower would collapse. A tear welled up in his eye as a grating pain found its way into his bones and up his muscles.

Somewhere far off someone let out a yell just as a ripple shook the weakened tower. Part of the wall behind Harry crumbled and fell to earth. Through the new hole a stream of cold wind caught them.

Draco's mind started to shut down in the overload of pain so only his instincts remained. A piece of the floor crumbled and smashed through the next layer of the tower. If it collapses, we're dead. Draco heard someone closer by scream and he saw Harry shudder and draw a gasping breath only to scream again. Next to him the floor was crumbling away and magic was breaking all around them. Draco could feel himself growing weak, the magic being destroyed was his, his and Harry's, their shared power.

In front of the moon a shadow appeared, covering the entire orb. An unnatural eclipse.

Harry knew it too, his eyes were screwed shut in pain but he sensed the darkness that surrounded them now, the night only illuminated by this destruction. His heart clenched and thundered hollowly against his ribs. A cloud of dust and dirt rose through the hole in the floor and rushed up through the holes in the ceiling. Another yell reached them and then another followed it. They multiplied and turned into screams and shouts and there was the noise of stones crashing.

The ceiling gave a groan and pieces of stone started to fall away and knock more holes in the weak stones of the floor. Harry felt a scream rise in his throat as more magic was destroyed near him.

I feel strangled

I feel torn in two

Insufficient amounts of two

I don't want to die

Even though I have to

I just want to live a long, long time

Wouldn't it be a cruel joke

If it's too late to try? Why?

It was magic

Torn all apart

He's hurt

He's dying

Claimed to avert a catastrophe

Wind and screams surrounded Harry as his heart thundered one last time before he fell to the floor.

mmk-review please!

AN: the song is a grouping of three song by three differents artists; the end is Blind by the Talking heads, the middle is Too Late to Try by Weezer and the beginning is from Strangled by Osker. a few words were changed too.

I MADE NO MONEY OR PROFIT OF ANY KIND OFF THAT!