Good God girl, the squid?! Is there some secret fetish I'm glad I don't know about? Dude I think you scared off all the readers, that's probably why we haven't had any reviews! Hope this chapt isn't tame by comparison folks!

Disclaimer: yup I own all rights to Harry Potter and co, they are all fruits of my own overactive imagination......foolin anyone?...nope didn't think so. I make no money out of this only a vague sense of pleasure and a legal way to while away the hours...

Author: Scam

Rating: pg13 or there abouts (swearing death and mentions of slash....)

Point Of View: Draco's

Chapter 2 – And Thus Commences The Storm (Ironic really as I am actually typing this in a major thunderstorm by candle light, thank God for battery operated laptops.)

'A fool uttereth all his mind' Proverbs 29

"What the hell?"

My stomach dropped as I realized with sickening dread that the floundering object wheeling round to face me was in fact Ron. Shit. The one person it would be hardest to fool was standing shocked and questioning right in front of me.

"What on earth...have you been trying to sabotage Harry for the match tomorrow? If you've hurt him...."

"What? What will you do Ron ask Harry to kill me? Stand on the sidelines and watch as those you worship do your dirty work? Do what you have done every other time you've been in trouble? Go ahead Ron But I warn you one day you will be on your own probably sooner than you think and without Harry you will fall."

With a withering look of intense contempt I marched out of the room cloak swirling behind me.

'Damn him bloody buggering damn him' I was inwardly seething as I strolled down the stairs towards the Slytherin dungeons. I hated Ron, not just the common almost dull animosity that was recognized by the whole of Hogwarts but a deep rooted loathing; I despised him with every fiber of my well groomed being.

Not because he was pathetic, poor and a Gryffindor but because he was the only person closer than myself to Harry, we were close to each other through hatred though in my case it was mostly masked love and they were close through friendship, they shared everything, even their animosity towards me.

The worst thing was that he didn't have to pretend, he could hug Harry after a quidditch match or ruffle his hair in the corridor, it is OK they're best friends. Sure so he doesn't love Harry in the same sense as I do he just loves him as a mate but it doesn't help my feelings of jealousy.

I just hoped that he believed that I was in Harry's dorm spying or something and not what I was actually doing which was watching Harry sleep.

It is something I am hardly proud of, it shows my weakness and my love for what it really is, but it is so comforting to see the one you love sleep so quietly....

(Shite man I think the roofs gonna blow off in a minute, if I get electrocuted all my CDs go to savvy and Jude can have the laptop. You better look after it!)

I was at the tapestry which was lucky as with the amount of attention I had been paying I could have easily ended up in front of the whomping willow.

I muttered the password and too tired for any further reflection went into the dormitory to fall quickly into a deep dreamless sleep.

(I might have to use the Bunsen burner from my brother's chemistry kit to make tea...need tea)

It took me a few seconds to work it out, to register what was wrong, it was quiet. The whole hall seemed subdued the only communication was in the form of tentative, concerned whispers. As I slipped through the doors what little noise there was dissipated and every pair of eyes seemingly focused on me.

Knocked off my guard I managed a vague look of indifference although even as I did so I knew that by my standards it was weak. Damn, did they known? My whole body felt cold and walking suddenly took every ounce of effort. God had Ron worked it out? Had he seen what I was doing last night? Numbly though still appearing unconcerned I felt my way to my seat and sat down. (ugh this tea tastes nasty..)

Slowly the buzzing rose again this time slightly louder.

"Blaise" I leaned across the table as soon as I felt that most of the Hall had gone back to their own conversations "What's up?"

"My God Draco, you don't know?" I shot her an exasperated look "Harry Potter was found dead this morning."

The silence seemed to go on for hours; suddenly I realized I was standing up "Don't be so fucking ridiculous." I yelled it; I didn't know why I guess I just couldn't help myself. Without even thinking where I was going I wheeled round and stormed out of the hall well aware that as I went the buzzing became nervous incessant chatter.

I stood at the foot of the main stairs and suddenly wondered where it was I was going. Blaise had to have been wrong I knew Harry was alive, I'd seen him myself only last night, someone touched my shoulder uncharacteristically I jumped and span round to face Snape who was looking ever slightly paler than usual.

"Malfoy, the Headmaster wants to see you in his office."

It didn't surprise me, even in that state I realized that I was known as Potters largest enemy within school; of course they would want to talk to me. Dumbly I nodded to Snape and followed him along the corridor towards Dumbledore's office.

As I entered the circular room the first thing that struck me was the glinting of the unreliable torch light reflecting and scattering from the shelves encrusted with thousands of intricate gleaming brass contraptions. (Yes savvy, shiny things!) The second thing I noticed was that the room was quite full. Dumbledore was sitting behind his desk the tips of his fingers touching with a thoughtful expression on his face, Ron was standing to Dumbledore's right looking at the floor and Cornius Fudge in turn was looking somewhat uncomfortable perched on a high backed gilt chair opposite Ron, a tall official person was standing next to him looking intently at Dumbledore. A blind person could have seen he was a ministry official. Snape looked towards the Headmaster and left the room quietly closing the door behind him.

"Ron, you've been very helpful but you can leave now, go and see Hermione."

Ron silently turned to leave as he passed he shot me a look of such pure hatred and such venom that I almost physically reeled backwards in shock; Ron never showed that much passion in anything. It was then I realized I didn't have a chance, that everyone was so sure I'd killed Harry that I didn't have a hope of convincing anyone otherwise.

"Draco" the Headmaster began softly "you are aware that this morning Mr. Potter was found dead in his dormitory?"

That look on his face, suddenly it all became real, Harry was dead. If he was dead then why was I still filled with an aching that had been a part of me ever since the second year at Hogwarts?

I nodded unable to string together a coherent sentence, unable to say how I felt or what I meant, well-aware that most of my responses that morning had consisted of a similar gesture.

"Ron has told me that you were in Harry's dorm late last night. An explanation would be very helpful at this point Mr. Malfoy."

I just stood there, I couldn't do it, and I just couldn't tell him.

"He said you threatened him with Harry's death" Dumbledore said slightly firmer this time. "Draco, what were you doing in Gryffindor last night?"

"Uh, I um wanted to see if he'd stolen my Broomstick." I knew he didn't believe it God even Loony wouldn't have fallen for that one. I'd seemed to have lost not only my one true love but also my true talent at lying and now apparently my broomstick.

"Your broomstick?"

"Yeah yesterday I went to practice for the game today and it wasn't in the broom shed so last night I went to Potter's room to see if he'd taken it."

"Why would he have taken it?"

"I don't know, because he's afraid of me beating him? Because mine's better than his?" I tried portraying a petulant expression in an attempt at making myself seem more convincing knowing that Dumbledore would not be fooled.

"Mr. Malfoy as you are well aware we know that is not true, you know we could easily prove Harry had never taken your broomstick now I suggest you tell us the truth."

For a second I just pictured my Dad, he would kill me. I didn't doubt it for a second. For all the ruffles and long blonde hair no-one (as far as I could tell) in our whole family has ever been gay, incest I could have got away with bestiality, necrophilia maybe but being gay and in love with Harry Potter never. I couldn't do it; I couldn't fully admit it to myself let alone a room of relative strangers.

I looked back up to Dumbledore and shrugged. What else could I do?

Dumbledore looked at me almost sadly and shook his head, as if this was a sign Fudge sprang up suddenly galvanized and nodded to the person next to him, he strode over to me in three strides taking out his wand. I knew what was coming next. He flicked his wrist muttering under his breath, dark cold steel slithered out of his wand suspended in the air for a few seconds, and wound themselves around my wrists behind my back. "I am arresting you on suspicion of the murder of Harry Potter" I was taken out, out of Hogwarts through an exit I never knew existed and into a darkened carriage.

The journey went on for ages, my hands went numb after the first 10minutes and I had to sit against the carriage at an angle to be comfortable. Fudge and the guy from the ministry just sat there in silence. It was suffocating; I just wanted to be alone. To fall into myself like only a teenager can, to try to unravel my mixed emotions and try to make sense of what had happened. The carriage came to a grinding stop; Fudge got out and signaled for me to do likewise.

We were underground, I could tell by the musty close air and the damp smell. I realized that we were probably in the murky depths of the ministry of magic. Fudge strode off and I followed behind him. I considered resisting but what was the point? I wasn't willing to tell the truth so it was partly my fault that I was here anyway. Who could I go to now any way? The whole wizarding world would hate me, I could go to the Dark Lord's followers and they would accept me happily among them for I had supposedly done the one thing that Voldemort had failed to do, but even as I considered it I knew they I couldn't bare to be around them. To here them praise me for doing the one thing I could never do, to pretend once again. No I would be better off alone, who else could possibly understand?

I was bought to by senses by the grate of a key in a lock, a thick wooden door was pushed open in front of me and I went in willingly, the official looking guy ended the spell and my arms fell loosely at my sides as the door clanged shut. I sat down and wrapped myself within my own dark world and fell into my own thoughts.

The trial took place about a week after my arrest, mine was an important case and so was top priority. I didn't have a chance, I knew I didn't. My father had visited me a few days before the trial, it seemed I was right, the Dark Lord was my new biggest fan and was waiting to welcome me into the order and perfectly willing to assist in any plans of escape. I didn't care anymore I just wanted to be alone to comfort myself on my lost love.

I was given a life sentence in Azkaban.

This is my first Harry P fic and also my first slash (not necessarily by choice!) so go easy!

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