Note: "speech", 'thoughts'

Nott Theodore Nott, Nott Snr Theodore Nott's Daddy. ;)

Chapter 1: Obligation is ugly.

'Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit,' and so it went on in the mind of one Draco Malfoy. He cursed every deity and god he could think of. How could it be so possible to hate one's father as much as he hated his own?

After the demise of Lord Voldemort, the dementors had immediately been void of his influence and had returned to their posts at Azkaban prison. This meant Lucius Malfoy had been safely behind bars as well as every other deatheater that had been in Azkaban at the time of the great battle. The Battle of Azkaban.

Which meant every deatheater that Voldemort had ever recruited, every miscreant, every vile monster in the Dark Lord's command except for a total of six deatheaters had been trapped inside the prison when the Harry's raw loving power had exploded and the dementors finally returned.

Of course something would have to go wrong. Draco's allegiance wasn't widely known. In fact only the Order of Phoenix, (including Harry,) Hermione, Ron, the twins, Ginny and Neville knew that Draco was on the light's side.

Even now, after the death of Voldemort, Draco's allegiance had to remain secret while the six death eaters were at large. Theodore Nott's father was one. Theodore was a very dangerous young man. He had always wanted to join Voldemort and now that he'd gone, killed by HARRY POTTER, Harry was all the boy could think about getting his revenge upon.

Luckily for Harry, Nott was not a magically powerful wizard, so Nott would go to Draco to help hatch an evil plan. Although, before going to Draco he had consulted his father and his father, Nott Snr had told him to wait because Lucius Malfoy wanted to be the one to murder the Boy-Turned-Young-Man-Who-Lived.

If Nott was one thing other than conniving, conceited, deceiving or stupid, he was impatient. He wanted to do something NOW. He was unable to prove any power during the great battle, so he was going to do something now, himself. He knew he was not a match for the power and wrath of Potter, so he would have to cause pain another way. Emotionally. He wanted Potter emotionally broken.

Draco had made the exceedingly stupid mistake of mentioning it to Nott Snr, in the hopes he would discourage his son and force him to wait for Lucius, in doing so, saving himself from exposure. Bad, bad, idea. Nott Snr liked the idea. Loved, actually.

So instead of possible exposure to Nott and maybe the potential job of somehow silencing him by obliviation (which could be broken under severe torture,) he now had possible exposure to all the deatheaters out there. Fuck.

The first person Draco had gone to was surprisingly not Dumbledore or Snape, but Harry. No one knew how close the two had actually come during the end of the war and after (except Parvati, an entirely different story in itself.) Harry was Draco's best friend, although he had never told him so, and likewise for Harry, except not quite as much as Ron. Ron had been one of his first friends and especially after all they had gone through, nothing could take that away.

Harry paled considerably when Draco had told him the news that evening before their first rehearsal in the Room of Requirement.

"He wants to… emotionally break me?" he repeated slowly to Draco, who sat across from him, his head in his hands.

"Yes."

"…Right," nodded Harry, dazed. "How exactly?"

"I don't know. Public humiliation, messing with your mind… your heart, who knows?" answered Draco sighing. "We can go and tell Dumbledore after rehearsal."

"Snape," said Harry thoughtfully. "We'll tell him first."

"Why?!" asked Draco in surprise. Snape, despite appearances, had never liked any of the Malfoys and had only started to get to know 'the real' Draco Malfoy after he had swapped sides in the beginning of 6th year. All part of his deatheater-spy role. An act that was, however not as strict, still loosely in practise in front of the deatheaters' children.

Similarly, he had never given Harry the time of day, especially after the pensieve incident, until he had worked closely with him during the war and fought along side him in the final battle (disguised of course.)

He had been the one to carry Harry to safety after he passed out from exhaustion at the end of the battle and had stayed with him until he woke even after vehement protestations from Madam Pomfrey.

The two had taken to calling each other their first names in private, when having deep, grim discussions about the Dark forces at Grimmauld Place when Harry had been allowed to join the Order. After a while, the two would talk deep into the night just for the good company.

While the Order, Weasleys and Draco knew their animosity had dispersed to a reluctant truce, they didn't know it had progressed to friendship.

"Well, it's logical, isn't it?" replied Harry carefully. "Snape will be the first person we see, as he's our director and he is involved in this I suppose. Dumbledore would only summon him anyway."

Draco nodded at the reasonable answer. "I won't do anything Nott and the rest of the DEs tell me," said Draco, his voice hard with certainty. He stared into Harry's emerald eyes with resolve.

"What?!" asked Harry, overcome with shock. "I mean, no! You have to, I can't let you risk yourself like that!" recovered Harry quickly, eyes narrowing.

"And what? Risk you instead? You're fucking nutters Potter," sneered Draco.

"Don't talk to me that way, Malfoy!" snapped Harry. "I'm being serious! Just play along, I'll figure something out. Dumbledore and Snape will help anyhow. Besides, when have I ever NOT been in danger?"

"Oh yes… Snape will come to Potty's rescue! Snape will make everything better, don't be so…" hissed Draco maliciously.

"Shut up!" interrupted Harry, eyes flashing. "What the hell is your problem Draco? You haven't talked to me like that in private in a long time! What have I done to upset your royal Malfoy-ness…-"

"Don't start on that Malfoy bollocks Potter!" warned Draco threateningly. He blinked, remembering himself. "Sorry… sorry," muttered Draco, the word foreign on his tongue.

It was Harry's turn to blink. Draco never apologised.

"Just worked up, I don't mean anything personal Harry. It's just… I want this over with!!" he finished fiercely. "I hate pretending! I don't care if they're after my arse! I'm so sick of this bullshit!"

"You have to," said Harry quietly. "It's better that you act the part, just for now at least, we know what's going on this way. You hear more stuff than Se… Snape does."

Draco didn't notice the slip, too lost in his own thoughts.

A clock chimed somewhere.

"How the hell did a clock chime reach here?" wondered Draco tiredly, rubbing his eyes.

"Shit, its 7!" exclaimed Harry. "Rehearsal starts now!"

"Bugger it all to hell," muttered Draco, but followed Harry out anyway and began the long trek to rehearsal in the Great Hall several floors below.

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