Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, they totally belong to JK Rowling. She's a fantastic author, and I respect her so much, I would never steal anything or claim anything.

Authors Note: I'm late again, I know it! I've been on vacation; Roskilde Festival, Italy and Sweden. I did a little writing here and there, and now I'm finallyready toadd another chapter! I hope you'll like it! I'm already working on chapter 14, so don't expect next chapter to be in 2½ month like this was. I'm very mad at myself, forgive me!

Thank you very much to Samantha and Sarah, my great GREAT betas! I really need you!

Drunk

Chapter 13

Misunderstandings

Draco didn't know why he was scared. Malfoys never were. But today, as he was walking down the stairs to the Great Hall, he suddenly felt more scared than he had ever been in his entire life.

He pushed the doors open, and stepped inside.

The room was, as always, noisey and filled with students eating up their breakfast. He walked passed the Ravenclaw table and found his usual seat beside Zabini. "'Morning," Blaise mumled, chewing on his toast. "Didn't sleep well?"

Draco took a knife and started buttering a piece of toast himself. He didn't look at Blaise. "I slept fine, what do you mean?"

Blaise shrugged and poured some orange juice in his glass. "You just look awful, that's it."

Draco stopped buttering and looked at him. "I look awful? How?"

Blaise gave him a small smile and took a sip. "Your hair is all messed up and you've got bags under your eyes. And you certainly look like you haven't taken a shower."

Draco gaped at him. "I do not!"

Blaise sniggered. "Yes you do."

Draco grabbed a spoon and looked at his reflection in the silver.

Then he dropped the spoon, gasping. "I didn't shower!"

"I told you so," Blaise said once again shrugging.

Draco shook his head. He couldn't believe this. He always showered!

"How on earth could I forget about my bath," he asked himself more than Blaise.

Blaise smirked. "Maybe you were busy last night?"

Draco shook his head distractedly. "No, I was... wait!" Oh, dear God...

A horrible thought was sinking in to him.

Maybe it had happened again!

"I... forgot something. See you later!" he said, standing up and running out of the Great Hall.

Blaise looked after him, his eyes narrowed.

Harry was always late for breakfast. He'd known this ever since he started Hogwarts. The boy would always enter the hall about 15 minutes before there first class, looking all flustered, his hair a big mess and his clothes looking as if he had just thrown something on himself, which was probably the thruth.

So Draco waited patiently at the door, leaning against the wall, watching the stairs and waiting for Harry to appear at the top of them.

Finally, heard the sound of laughter, and his head snapped up, seeing Harry walking down with Granger and Weasley by his sides.

They were almost at the door when Weasley stopped, turning his head to Draco, his face twisted up in some loathing grimace.

"Malfoy!" he sneared. Harry had stopped too, and was now watching Draco almost curiously.

"Potter, can I have a word with you?" Draco said, ignoring Weasley.

"Of course he doesn't want to have a word with you, Malfoy!" Weasley yelled, stepping in front of Harry. "After what you told my sister, I'm not sure Harry even wants to see your ugly face again!"

Draco smirked. So, the stupid, little Weasley told them... interesting.

He smiled at Weasley. "Oh, but I think he does," he said, cathing Harry's eyes. Those eyes looked dark, almost black. Draco once again felt the nervousness washing through him. He looked away.

Harry gently pushed Weasley aside. "It's okay, Ron, I'll be back in a minute."

Weasley stared at Harry in disbelieve. "But, he said that you...? Don't you remember what he told Ginny?"

Harry nodded, but kept walking towards Draco. "Yes, I do and that's why I need to talk to Malfoy. He needs to know that I don't like people spreading lies about me." Draco saw him trying to give Weasley an assuring smile, but noticed that the smile didn't reach his eyes. He smirked.

"I'll see you two later," Harry said, following Draco to the gate. "Harry!" Granger cried. "Be careful!"

Harry just waved at her, closing the gate behind him.

Outside the Hogwart's Grounds, Draco turned towards him.

"So... how did it happened this time, huh? Did you enjoy it?" His eyes were burning into his own, looking dark from fury.

Harry stared back at him, confused. "How did... what happen?"

Draco rolled his eyes. Looking over his shoulder nerveously, he grabbed Harry's arm and started to pull him in one direction. "Jeez, Malfoy, what the hell are you do-?" Harry hizzed, but was suddenly pushed down behind a bush. Draco kneeled beside him, still glanzing over his shoulder.

"This morning, I found myself sitting in the Great Hall and eating breakfast without having taken a shower before I left the dungeon!" Draco starred at him wildly. "What do you have to say to that?"

Harry blinked. "Er..."

"I always shower in the morning! Always! And today I didn't! And you know why? Because I forgot to!" Draco hizzed, poking Harry hard in the stomach. "I forgot! Do you know what that means? It means that it happened again!"

Harry looked at Draco blankly. He had know idea what he was talking about.

"Look, Malfoy, what is it you're trying to sa-" Then it suddenly dawned on him. "You... you think we did it again?" He couldn't help laughing. "Hahaha, hornestly, Malfoy you've got seriously issues, you know that?" Draco starred at him angrily. "Sorry, Potter, but I really can't see what's so goddamn funny!"

Harry was still laughing. He wiped away a tear, and looked at Draco. "God, Malfoy, you are! You think I would actually take advantage of you like that if you suddenly had a memory loss again? What do you think I am? A complete pervert?"

Draco was now sulking. He looked down, trying to hide the blush which was creeping into his cheeks. "Something like that, yes," he mumbled, not looking at Harry.

Harry smirked and shook his head. "You may be the best looking guy at school, Malfoy, but I'm not that desperate!" He stood up, brushing his jeans. "I'll go and get something to eat now..."

"You think I'm the best looking guy at school?"

Harry gave him a lop-side grin. "Yeah...I do, actually."

Then he walked back to the castle.

Draco stared after him, not being able to restrain a smile.

Later that day, Draco sat in his usual chair in the dungeons, half listening to his potion master's instructions. He was thinking hard.

If it hadn't happened again, then why was it as if he'd forgot everything around him that morning? It was like someone had blurred one part of his brain, so that he could only think one thought. Everything else didn't matter, there was only him and... and that other thought...

But what had he been thinking about?

He tapped his feather, concentrating about thinking back. What did he think about...

His eyes drifted around the class room, not really caring to look at the faces of the class members. Then one face suddenly came to focus.

He dropped his feather, gasping slightly.

And then he suddenly knew just exactly whom he'd been thinking about.

With a weak excuse about a current stomach ache, he stumbled out the room, feeling green eyes following him all the way out.

"Draco.. wait!"

Draco didn't wait, but hurried down the stairs towards the Slytherin house.

When he felt a hand on his arm, he spun around facing Harry.

"What?" he spat furiously.

Harry took a sharp inhale of breath and let go of Draco's arm.

"I was wondering..." he said, his voice slightly shaky. Draco wondered if it was from the running. "I was wondering why you keep running away."

Draco opened his mouth, but realized that he didn't know what to say. He finally chose not to say anything and instead kept staring at Harry.

"I saw you looking at me, Draco," Harry said quietly. "And it's not the first time you've done that."

He stared right into Draco's eyes, his green orbs freezing him to the spot. He couldn't look away.

"What are you afraid of?" Harry whispered. "Tell me."

Finally, Draco managed to tear his eyes from Harry's face and turned around, his heart beating widly in his chest.

"Don't do this!" was all he managed to croak, feeling dizzy and closing his eyes.

"I think of you often," Harry said, his breath warm on Draco's neck. Draco shuddered. "And I think... that maybe you think about me too."

Draco took a few steps forward, still not looking at Harry's face.

"I said, Don't.Do.This!" He sneared, finally looking up and finding Harry looking at him with a dark and intense stare.

"Stop following me, Potter, and stop talking to me like that. I don't like it!"

He slowly backed, letting a shaky hand grab the rail on the stairs.

Harry took a step forward. "But Drac-"

"DON'T FUCKING MOVE! YOU STAY WHERE YOU ARE!" Draco roared, feeling sweat forming on his forehead.

"Will you just SHUT UP for one second, Malfoy?" Harry screamed, catching his eyes and holding them.

"I don't want to shut up, I want you to GO AWAY!" Draco started to go backwards down the stairs, his eyes still locked with Harry's, which were filled with fury.

"Tell me, you don't want me."

Draco's foot stopped in the air.

"W-what?"

Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he opened them. He looked right at Draco.

"Tell me you don't want me, and I'll go."

Draco laughed hysterically. "You're insane, Potter!"

Harry didn't even flinch.

Draco's smile fainted. "Why would I say that?"

Harry shrugged. "You aren't."

Draco started to panic. He opened his mouth to tell Harry to fuck off and leave him alone, because he would never, ever want him to do anything but throw himself out of the Atronomy Tower. But instead he heard himself say something completely different.

"But I do want you..."

No one dared to breathe. There was a shocking silence between them. Harry stared at him with huge eyes filled with disbelieve. Draco was trying to gather his thoughts which were now, a big mess. What... did just happen?

"I..." Harry started.

Draco's head snapped up. He looked at Harry.

Then suddenly, it was as if something inside him clicked together, he was moving forward towards Harry, grabbing his arms and kissing him roughly.

He could feel Harry's body stiffen, and then slowly relax as he deepened the kiss, sucking at Harry's tongue.

He didn't know what he was doing – not at all, but he liked it. The feeling of Harry's body pressed against his. His thick, black hair in which his hands were intangled, his lips; soft but not too soft, more like... masculine. It was so wrong, but also... so...

Something burned underneath his robes. He opened his eyes, and gently pushed Harry away. Then he put his hand down his robes, and pulled out the necklace.

He could feel his heart beating with fear, as he looked up and met Harry's eyes.

"Draco..? Oh, God!"

Draco stepped back, still holding the necklace between his fingers. "I-I have to... he's..." he hated the way his voice revealed his fear, but he couldn't help it. His whole body was trembling, and he knew that he wouldn't be able to hide it from Harry.

"Draco, do not touch that coin!" Harry took a step forward.

Draco backed away further. "I have to."

"No... Draco, you don't! Just stay here, please!"

"He'll kill me. My father will kill me."

"Remember what he did to you, Draco! You can't go back!"

"There's no other way for me." Draco's shaky hand was starting reach out to touch the coin.

"Stop, Draco!" Harry cried.

"I like you... Harry."

Then he tocuhed the coin and felt the ground dissapear underneath him.

Harry stared at the spot where Draco had been standing seconds ago.

He couldn't believe it! Just a few minutes ago, Draco had been kissing him and not the other way around, and then this. He was gone, and there was nothing Harry could do but wait.

And it was killing him.

He somehow managed to make his way back to the classroom where he took a seat beside Hermione. He could feel here stare on him, but didn't look up to meet it.

He sat like that, looking at his hands until the bell rang.

Then he scrambled to stand up, and rushued out of the room before Hermione started asking questions.

He was almost at the stairs to the boy's dormitory, when Ginny stepped in front of him, throwing her arms around his neck.

"Hi, Harry!" she raised her head to kiss him, but he pushed her away, hizzing, "Not now!"

She took at step back, looking like she'd been slapped. "W-what did do?" She asked, sounding like she was about to cry.

Harry rolled his eyes. He really didn't need this right now.

"Look," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I have this essay I need to write, and I can't be disturped or I'll never be able to finish it."

Ginny's eyes softened a bit. She smiled. "Oh... I see. Do you need any help? Maybe I can-"

"No, Ginny, It's fine I can do it myself, thank you." He turned to leave.

"Harry!"

He slowly turned around. "Yes?"

"Do you want to get together later, maybe?" She looked at him, her eyes big and hopeful.

"Sorry, but I really don't have time." He ran up the stairs, well aware that Ginny was looking after him with tearful eyes. Right now, he just didn't care.

Draco looked around in the huge, dark hall. It was a different place this time. This house looked more like a manor; the old portraits, the old-fashioned furniture, and the green torches actually reminded him of his own house.

He turned around. Behind him, a large group of Death Eaters were watching him carefully, their wands ready in their hands.

His eyes drifted to his right. His father was standing besides a huge chair, and in that chair – Draco gasped and felt his hands tremble – sat Voldemort.

He was looking at Draco, his red eyes glittering from the reflection of the flames flickering in the darkness.

Draco closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. Then he took one step closer in to the circle of Death Eaters.

They were watching him closely through their masks, looking at him curiously, waiting for whatever to come next.

Draco lifted his gaze to the throne and shuddered. Once again, he had the feeling that Voldemort's eyes were burning into his skin, making their way into his soul. He looked away.

"Draco..."

The thin, shreaking voice echoed in the hall. Draco heard the scrambling sound of Voldemort stepping off the throne. He held his breath.

"How nice to see you again, my little friend! Step closer, boy!"

Draco's eyes drifted to his father. He looked old and pale, almost greenish.

"My Lord... I beg you, please don't..." he heard his father whisper, his voice shaking. Draco's eyes widened. He'd never heard his father beg for anything before. It sounded wrong.

Voldemort turned his head and looked at Lucius.

"My dear Lucius? The years haven't been nice to you, you've weakened since my greatness." His voice was cold. Draco shuddered.

Voldemort once again turned his attention towards Draco. His face twisted into a grimace, which Draco thought faintly reminded him of a smile.

"You should be proud, Lucius," he said. "Draco is in good hands. I will make sure he will be taken good care of! Now, come here, Draco."

Draco looked from his father to Voldemort. He didn't move.

The smile on Voldemort's face, fainted.

"I said... come here."

Draco felt sick with fear, but he still didn't move. He stared at Voldemort, trying not to blink.

"No."

The quiet mumbling from the Death Eaters stopped. The room went deadly silent.

Somewhere beside Voldemort, Lucius gasped.

Voldemort stared at him. Draco took a step back. He was trembling from fear.

"I'm very sorry, Draco, I don't think I heard you correctly?" Voldemort said, now smiling, his eyes glintering dangerously.

"I said, no! I don't want your ugly hands at me again!"

He took another step back, perfectly aware of the Death Eaters who were now making a circle around Voldemort and himself.

He looked around the room, desperate to find a way out.

Voldemort rose from the throne. Slowly, he started moving to where Draco was standing.

"You need to be careful of what you're saying, my young friend," he said, still coming closer.

"I don't tolerate nastiness. I'm very dissapointed in you, Draco. Maybe... I should teach you a lesson or two." Draco saw him rasing his wand, and his heart almost stopped beating.

I need to get away from here! He Thought. He'll torture me, he'll break me again! He shut his eyes tight, saying the same sentence over and over again inside his head. I need to get out! I need... to get out! Harry, I need you!

He heard the footstep stop.

"My, my!" he said. "I do believe our little boy here has a weakness!"

Draco felt the blood leave his face. Oh god, no! He's reading my thoughts!

The whole situation had made Draco forget all about the fact that Voldemort was a Legilimens.

He knows!

"Yes... I do," Voldemort smiled evily. "This is indeed very interesting! Know, tell me all about your famous friend Potter!

There was a stir in the crowd of Death Eaters. They started whispering with each other, turning their heads in Lucius direction.

Draco followed their gaze. Lucius was looking at him, his grey eyes watching him coldly. Then he turned around and dissapeared.

Draco's heart sank to his chest. His father knew, Voldemort knew... everyone knew.

Now! I have to get away from here!

He once again closed his eyes, and focused on Hogsmeade. He had only had a few apperating lessons and knew he would probably fail miserably. But this was his only chance.

I need to go to Hogsmeade! I need to go to Hogsmeade, I nee-

He felt his feet leave the ground. The air left his lungs, and finally, he opened his eyes eyes and breathed in the sweet smell of hot butterbeer coming from an open window at the Three Broomsticks.

He was safe.

Somewhere, five miles away, somebody was screaming of rage.

TBQ

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