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CHAPTER 13: UNTOLD KNOWLEDGE

It was dark. The pitch-black night caused shadows before his eyes. He tried to catch them, but they flicked past his vision and disappeared. Grey shadows mingled with ones of darker hues. A flash of red came from the imagination of the sixteen-year-old boy who was sprawled, naked, upon his bed.

Glancing at his watch, which glowed a faint green through the night, he saw that it was almost three am.

'Guess I'm not getting any sleep tonight.' He thought. Thinking he would go for a walk among the sleeping halls, the teen pulled back the drapery around his bed. Velvet rubbed coarsely against his hand.

It was dark. Harry Potter hated the dark.

Ignoring his racing heartbeat, induced by juvenile fears, the Boy-Who-Lived dressed in the darkness. He slipped into the pants he had worn during the day, put his shoes on, and grabbed a clean shirt form his trunk. After he was clothed, he tied his invisibility cloak around him, pocketed his wand, and left Gryffindor Tower.

It had been a long time since his last night stroll. He liked Hogwarts best at these times, when everything was soft and cool and quiet. There were no students to marvel at him as he walked past. No loud shouts of his peers that winced in his ears. It was quiet. Quiet.

No, it wasn't. There was a sound. It was…crying? Who could be crying? Harry softened the pressure on his feet, trying to walk as soft as he could. He approached the corner ahead of where the sounds were sourcing. Peering around it, he saw something he never thought he would ever see.

Draco Malfoy…crying. He was leaning against the wall, slumping his weight into the stones. His head was back, and his chest was jerking with the sobs that emulated from him. From his eyes down his face there was streaks from tears.

"Draco?" he voiced. The Slytherin jolted away from the wall, facing the intruder. Harry pulled of his cloak. Draco showed thoughts of horror at seeing who it was.

"Wha…what are you doing here?"

"I was just…taking a walk."

Draco straightened. "Ten points from Gryffindor for being out after hours."

Harry nodded. He only expected it.

"And if I could dock points for breaking people's hearts…Gryffindor would be high in the negatives."

Harry's head snapped up from the floor, where his gaze had been fixed. The eyes of the two boys intertwined in the stare.

Draco was broken. He had cared for Harry. For years he had denied to himself the truth. He had convinced himself that he hated Potter. That the tension between them was non-sexual. That his mind was crazy when thoughts of loving the Golden Boy came into it. But his year, he had accepted it all. He had realized that he didn't loath the young hero, but longed for him.

"Why?" Draco asked. "Why did you do it?"

"Why were you crying?"

"That's none of your business!"

"I'll answer yours when you answer mine."

Falling into silence, the blonde boy thought about this for a moment. "I was crying…because…I was hurt."

"What, did you fall down?" Harry's clip, sarcastic tone lashed upon Draco's heart.

"No. You hurt me. I was in pain…inside." He looked up to meet Harry's gaze. "No answer my question. Why did you do it to me?"

"Love is war."

Draco glared. "I don't want to hear that again! Love and war are two different things! However you got that idiotic philosophy, I don't care. It's wrong! When you love someone…when they love you…it's not a war. Love is like a peace treaty! Together…joined. When people are in love they –"

Harry cut him off. "There is no such thing as love, Malfoy! I've learned that!"

"From who?"

Harry averted his eyes, and the Slytherin figured it out.

"It was the person…the person who hurt you. Like you said before."

"I didn't want to hurt you…Draco. I just wanted to stop this before I did. The other night, in Gryffindor Tower…I thought about him. I thought about how you looked like him." Harry glanced up at Draco. "You do look like him. And I didn't want to think about him…and then I thought that I was doing exactly what he did. I fell for someone just because they looked like someone I had loved in the past. And I was hurt because of that…and I didn't want you to hurt too.

Draco was shocked. Harry hurt him so that he…wouldn't hurt him?

"That doesn't make any sense." He snapped.

Harry took a step back. "You wouldn't know! You've never been in love!"

"What makes you think that I haven't?"

"Just fuck off Malfoy!"

"You first. You're the one who isn't allowed in the halls. Go back to your dorm before I report you."

The boys glared at each other. Harry was the first to speak.

"I was protecting you."

"I'd rather have you love me."

"I don't believe in love."

"Then leave."

And he did. Harry Potter turned straight on his heel, pulling his cloak over him before disappearing around the corner. Draco watched him until he was sure the boy was gone, and then collapsed on the floor in pure exhaustion.

A/N: Just for Camie…Rasputin Funk-a-Lunk…I have no idea what that means…but she begged. And now she wont shut up. SHUT UP CAMIE! Get your hair out of my face you crack whore! And now she's dizzy. I think I'm going to shoot myself. LIQUED CRACK! Okay…I hope you all liked this chapter. I have figured out the rest of my story…and I'm hypothesizing a total of four or five more chapters.