Save my Life...

I'm going to be in so much trouble! I cut divination... Not that I cared that I missed the class. I mean which would you chose sex with Draco or sitting through a class listening to the overgrown bat? Please if she ever taught anything merit of remembering then I'll join Voldemort tonight. I don't even care that I'll probably get detention. It's Hermione and Ron questions that I'm worried about. I really don't know what lie I'm going to use on them and I'm sick of lying to them, even though I know I will. I can't tell them truth... Image that 'Where was I? Oh just in bed with Draco.' Yeah that would go over great with them.

The bell had rang about a minute ago and I knew Ron wouldn't be in the DADA classroom till the last second but I didn't know if Hermione would be there, I prayed that she wasn't. I made my through the other students going to their own classes and soon I make it to the DADA room, silently I groaned to myself. Seems God isn't listening close enough because Hermione's already there with two seats waiting for I assume Ron and me.

I put on a fake smile, hoping she wouldn't ask anything and made way over to her. I sat down on her left and she looked up from her book, with a curious expression. I already knew what she was going to ask me.

"You're here early. Where's Ron?" Hermione looked to the door where Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were making their way in and taking their seats. Prof. Logan, our new DADA professor isn't in the room yet.

"He's coming, I err.. didn't go to class today." She turned around so fast that her tresses of hair almost smacked my face.

"Why? Are you ill?" Hermione leaned in so that no-one passing by could hear what she had to say. "Did your scar hurt?" She asked concernedly, making me feel guilty for all the lying I had been doing lately.

"No, I was just tired so decided to skip." I told her lamely.

"But-"

Hermione was cut off by the arrival of Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville. Ron sat on the right of Hermione and the others sat in front of us, all turned their eyes on me. It was times like this that I wished I was just a regular wizard, nothing special about me, but no since I was Harry Potter everyone had to know where I was and at what time.

"Where were you?" Ron asked.

"I skipped." I wish the professor would get here already, that way they couldn't question me and hopefully forget by the end of the period. Wishful thinking I know, but a guy can hope right? My dorm-mates in front of me nodded and turned around but my two best friends kept staring at me.

"Why?" Hermione asked again.

"I was tired." I repeated to her hoping she would just drop the subject.

"You could have told me mate, I would have skipped with you." Ron said. I smiled to myself after he said it, he smiled back thinking I was joking but I was thinking a totally different thing. If Ron only knew what I was actually doing in my spare time, he would most definitely not want to be skipping with me.

"Ron!" Hermione reprimanded him. "Harry shouldn't have skipped and you shouldn't be encouraging him." Hermione put on her prefect tone.

"It's only Divinations." Ron shrugged and was save by the arrival of Prof. Logan, who once he stepped into the room started the lesson. Hermione crossed her arms and stared at the professor. She didn't see Ron rolling his eyes at me over her head.

The rest of the day went by in a boring blur, Ron and me talked about the upcoming Quidditch game, Hermione ignored me still ticked that I skipped a class, even if it was divinations. But finally lessons were over and the Gryffindor quidditch team was out on the field. It wasn't to hard of a practice, just a drill about what to expect from the Hufflepuffs, which was nothing much since they were the worst team in the school. But since the last period of the day my scar had been bothering me, nothing major just a prickling like in my first year. Nothing happened through practice so I ignored it and went into the great hall with the rest of my team. As we stepped in I noticed that it was half-empty (or half-full whichever way you wanted to look at it.), I walked with Ron when the pain in scar intensified causing me to hiss in pain. I knew what was happening, a vision but there was nothing I could do about it. I heard my name being called out and I passed out.

I was in the Great Hall but it was different. Darker and so tense you could feel it in the air. Looking around I saw the students and professors in front of the head table, blocked by something invisible. Some were screaming, others crying but all were scared even the teachers.

Turning around I saw that a blonde haired student was on all fours. With a gasp of horror I soon realized that it was Draco and he was in pain. A swift kick to his stomach had him laid on the floor, spitting out blood. I tried to run, yell do something but I soon found out that I couldn't do anything but watch.

A memorable laugh reached my ears and before me was Voldemort smiling maliciously down at Draco, then turned to someone else. Me or rather my vision self, was being held by Crabbe Sr. and Gogly Sr. I could tell by their forms that it was them. I was on my knees with my arms held behind my back and from expression I could tell it was painful. I screamed something but all it did was make Voldemort laugh louder. Funny how I couldn't hear anything being said but I could hear his laughter.

I watched as another deatheater kicked Draco and was picked up by his hair to face the dark lord. Smirking Voldemort flicked his wand and said something. Both our eyes widen and I struggled harder against the deatheaters, Draco turned to me and yelled something before a green light hit him square in the chest. Immediately he went limp in the deatheaters hold.

"NO!!!" I sat up breathing heavily, feeling the cold sweat running down my back. Someone laid their hand on my shoulder and I yelled out again, moving away from the person. I still wasn't fully out of the vision, the green light still playing out before my eyes.

"Calm down Harry, it was only a vision." Dumbledore's tranquility voice reached my ears. I faced him, still not really seeing him but hearing his words.

Just an vision, that's all it was. I hugged my knees up to my chest and laid my head to rest on them, only a vision. But the emotions running through were not fake, and that scared me. I don't like anybody dying before my eyes but seeing Draco die was like a part of me dying. I don't love him thought! I shouldn't feel as my whole world was coming crashing down when he died. A stray tear rolls down my cheek and I brush it away feeling stupid for getting so worked up. Like Dumbledore said it was only a vision, Draco was alive probably in the common room.

Someone called my name again and I looked up into blue eyes. "Yes?" I know that sounded stupid.

"What did you see?" The headmaster asked kindly. But all I can do is stare; I can't tell him the truth. I can't tell him that I saw Draco, it was probably not real anyways and too many questions would rise if I told them. No better to not tell them about my relationship with Draco. But then that means I would have to lie to the headmaster, lying to Ron and Hermione was bad enough but Dumbledore was worst. Even if Dumbledore did keep things that I have a right to know about, this would be another lie in this never ending cycle of deceit.

"See?" I tried to act that I had temporary amnesia.

"Yes Potter, or were you just screaming bloody murder for our entertainment?" Snape snapped from behind the headmaster.

I looked up again and this time took in the people in the room, McGonagall, Snape and Madam Pomfrey were all there and all their eyes were on me. Again I wish there was nothing special about me. I bowed my head to avoid their looks of concern and pity.

"I can't remember." Was the best I could come up with. I couldn't see any of the reactions as my head was still bowed.

"Harry." Dumbledore placed his hand on my chin and lifted my face up. "You can tell me anything you know." I nodded and tried to empty my mind, I was suspicious that he can read minds.

"I'm not lying sir, I really can't remember. I'm sorry sir." I tried to look away but as always Dumbledore's bright blue eyes held my gaze as if hypnotized.

"When you're ready to tell me my office will always be open to you." The headmaster said quietly so no-one but me heard him. After they all left I wondered if Dumbledore knew of my relationship with Draco and if he thought any lesser of me.

Madam Pomfrey kept me for the night and I didn't close my eyes till about 4:30am, every time I closed my eyes the familiar green light flashed before my closed lids. Even after I got to sleep, they were filled with Draco dying and Voldemort's maniacal laughter. At around 10am Madam Pomfrey let me go after a check-up and a promise not to be in her care for at least another month. I left drowsy but with a smile on my face, seeing as I hadn't eaten anything since lunch time yesterday I made my way to the great hall for breakfast.

Before I entered though I ran into someone. "Sorry I didn't watch where I was going." I looked up at none other then Blaise.

"No problem Harry, you all right?" He asked as I yawned and not to quietly either.

"Sorry." I told him once I finished yawning. "Didn't sleep well last night."

"Hope the vision wasn't too painful." Blaise said to me with compassion laced in his accent.

I looked at him sharply. "How did you know?"

"Almost the whole school knows Harry, too many people saw you collapse with your hands to your scar."

"Damn." Of course how could I forget how fast gossip travels around Hogwarts, especially involving me. Suddenly eating breakfast in the great hall didn't sound like the best idea, I should probably head back to the gryffindor common room and see if I could try and get some sleep.

"I'm not hungry anymore Blaise, so I'll see you later." With that said I turned around to go back up the stairs. But Blaise grabbed my arm as I set my foot down on the stairs.

"Where you going?"

"Back to bed." Abruptly he flashed me a smile.

"Can I join you?" Blaise asked almost too innocently.

"No." I detangle my arm from his hold and made for the stairs.

I was steadily walking down the fifth floor corridor when I felt someone wrap their arm around my waist and carried me to a near-by unused classroom. Once set down I looked up into gray-eyes.

"Draco." I breathed. Rapidly the vision comes back into clear-cut details and I couldn't stop myself from throwing my arms around his neck. I'm too happy that he really is here with me and not dead, it's a frightening feeling but I still didn't let him go.

"What's wrong Harry?" Draco didn't pull away from me, instead he lifted me off my feet so they wrapped around his own waist and sat me on top of the professor's desk.

I didn't answer him, instead I kissed him deeply running my tongue over his lips so that he'll open his mouth to me and I slipped my tongue in. He responded quickly and encircled his hands around my waist. The kiss got more heated and I pulled away, our faces still very close to each other.

"I'm sorry Draco but it's over."

A/n- Don't worry you don't have to thank me for leaving you all at that beautiful cliff-hanger.... laughs nervously Now before you start getting the tar and feathers ready let me say I that I promise to update quickly!

So tell me did you like this chapter? It's been one of the easiest and hardest to write... weird combination but true. Please review they do help my ego a lot more then you think.

Next chapter is Draco's two cents. Oh and we can't forget our dear Blaise now can we.

Love Forbidden will be updated on Dec. 28 to match the date of the party.

Merry (happy) Christmas to all of you! Hope you get everything you wanted.

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