Chapter 13: Inhumane
Room of Requirement
All Harry could do was stare; slack jawed, at what was left of his once staunch and dear friend. She was hideous. The fantasial witches in muggle folk tales had more appeal than this undead rotted corpse before him. Turning fearful eyes to Draco he blinked in confusion.
"Why, Why Malfoy! I know she deserves death, but this is pure desecration. She didn't deserve this," he yelled.
"You're right. She deserves soo much worse," Draco growled still caught in the euphoria of Hermione's suffering.
"What's wrong with you," Harry whispered not recognizing the crazed best that stood before him.
"Harry, I 'm hurt. You know who I am," Draco drawled stepping lazily, swaggering towards the Boy-who-lived.
"No, Stop! Don't come any closer you…you," Harry said, voice trembling. The insane gleam hadn't left his mate's eyes.
"I'm…I'm a what Harry? Just what exactly do you think you're dealing with," Draco snarled throwing his arms wide in a sick impression of a circus conductor.
"Apparently I don't know," the petite Gryffindor growled becoming increasingly irritated by his mate's complete blindness to the monstrosity of his actions.
"Really now? You must not know too much about yourself then," Draco whispered daring to take another step towards the now shaking Gryffindor. Confused Harry stepped back.
"What do you mean? I've been myself since I was born. You have no right to accuse me of being ignorant of my own actions and impulses"
"Harry , Harry, Harry…Have you forgotten so quickly," Draco answered softly clicking his tongue as though disciplining a small child.
"What do you mean," Harry breathed in an answering whisper.
"I made you Harry. You are my mate. We are one! All that I do is sanctioned, ordained in defense and out of love for you," he growled greatly offended at Harry's rude dismissal of his just retribution. Now beyond anger Harry snapped.
"Sanctioned? Sanctioned by love! Bull-Shit! You bloody destroyed her for your own sick and twisted pleasure! None of this was 'sanctioned' by me in any way," Harry hissed.
"What! You ungrateful-,"
"NO, don't come any closer I…I…you're. Kill her! Put her to rest. You've done enough.," Unwilling to relieve the huntress of her pain so soon the Malfoy merely shook his head. Seeing this Harry's eyes began to glow.
"Very well. Then I will,' Striding purposefully towards the ghoul Harry raised a now flaming blue hand.
"Harry stop! She brought this upon herself. She deserves everything I've given her," Draco hissed.
"No, she didn't. Can't you possibly show the smallest amount of mercy? She was my friend you after all,' Harry whispered, frightened by the maniacal gleam in his mates eyes.
"Like she showed you,"
Harry flinched.
"She gave you no mercy, no slack, no chance to defend yourself. What makes you believe she deserves any of those things," Draco spat gazing intently at Harry's back.
"Because I'm different. I am not the same as Hermione, or apparently you," with that Harry set fire to the ghoul, burning it to ash in righteous anger.
"What! How the hell can you put me in the same category as that backstabbing witch," Draco snarled appalled at Harry's current behavior. Slowly Harry turned, his gaze settling upon the Draconians' gleaming slate eyes.
"Because Draco, I am not a monster.," turning swiftly he began walking straight towards the door. Placing his hand on the knob he turned his eyes once more to look upon Malfoy tears shining in his emerald green eyes.
"And neither should you be" he whispered. With that he walked through the door and was gone, leaving the stench of burned decaying flesh behind him.
Next Morning
A monster. He called me a monster. Draco thought gazing up at the ceiling. Harry did not sleep with him last night. IN fact he wasn't even sure if he'd come back last night. Am I?
The words Harry spoke to him shocked him to his core.
Flashback
Because I am not a monster….and neither should you be…
End
He wasn't a monster. Was he? No! no, I'd only lost my head for a moment.
Harry…where are you?
I'm…sorry.
Quidditch Pitch
The sunrise, just as beautiful as ever, rose despite the happenings upon the face of the earth do nothing to diminish your beauty. Harry thought.
"Ah-aahh choo!" sniff
Great just what I needed Harry thought. Well stupid, that's what you get when you spend the night outside in the middle of November.
Draco had scared him yesterday. He'd always known he had an acute sense of revenge, he was a Slytherin after all. He'd just been so gentle and delicate lately. The vindictive persona he viewed yesterday didn't seem like 'his' Draco at all. He seemed foreign untouchable, far away. Harry couldn't reach him at all. Had he been that way all along?
"Ah-Ahhh choo," sniff
(Aww please, please let me be wrong about you) Harry thought closing his eyes and falling into a light uneasy sleep.
Breakfast, Great Hall
"Hey Malfoy, where's Harry" Ron asked.
"You mean you haven't seen him?" Draco questioned now slightly alarmed.
"No, I though he was with you why,"
"Cause I don't know where he is that's why," Malfoy snarled.
"Whoa hey don't take it out on me. What happened between you anyway," Ron asked.
"I, wll, I was punishing Hermione and he walked in,"
"And," Ron prompted.
"I, well Iturnedherintoaghoul," Draco mumbled.
"Look Malfoy I can't help ya if I can't even understand what you're saying," Ron answered,
"I turned her into a ghoul," Draco yelled.
"What, why'd you go and do that? It's not like she killed him or anything,"
"She could have,"
"She didn't. Honestly Malfoy you have an overdeveloped sense of revenge,"
Infuriated, Draco lost himself. With a hiss Malfoy wrapped his hand around Ron's neck and hoisted him one foot from the floor.
"Over developed sense of revenge! You've no right to presume anything of me mortal! What, pray tell gives you the 'divine right' to judge," Draco spat. Chocking for air, clawing futily at the Slytherin's hands Ron could not answer him.
"Answer me mortal," Malfoy growled.
"I…ca…can't..breathe," Weasely wheezed beginning to turn an unattractive shade of blue. Realization smacked Draco in the face, monster.
"I..i'm sorry it's just…just. I have to go,' Draco ran from the hall.
Good luck Malfoy. You're going to need it Ron thought absently rubbing at his bruising lake.
Quidditch Pitch
Harry was aroused from feverish slumber by the voice of his mate.
"Harry, Oh Merlin Harry! What're you doing out of here," Draco questioned upon finding the petite Gryffindor on the pitch.
"You…you scared me. I, I don't know who you are," Harry sighed. Struck Malfoy fell to his knees beside the fevered boy who lived.
"How can you say that? You know me. The all around Slytherin bad ass. Come on we've been at each others throats for over five years. I…I love you. My love for you drives me to insanity. She-she hurt you in the worst way. I just wanted to make her pay," Draco explained.
"That may have been true, but it was inhumane. You took pleasure in her pain, in her suffering; you found enjoyment." Harry replied trying to get his mate to see a beast in his actions.
"All right I admit it okay, but Harry, I'm not human and neither are you. The laws of creatures are absolute. Kill or be killed," Malfoy answered.
"But, I'm afraid Draco. I don't understand. I..i don't want -," Harry stopped tightly screwing his eyes shut.
"Don't what Harry," Draco prodded gathering the shivering raven haired boy into his arms.
"Don't want to be him," Harry gasped, a choked sob escaping his lips. Surprise lit the Draconians features, both fear and grim understanding warring for dominance on his face.
"Ry, you could never be him. You're so much different,"
"How? In many ways we are a lot alike. He had to grow up with horrible muggles too ya know.," Harry sighed.
"Yes, but he went insane. You didn't and you won't," Draco counseled.
"How can you be so sure,"
"Trust yourself Harry. You have a pure heart. Besides I'd never let you go there,' Malfoy said.
"Draco,"
"Yes"
"I…I…neeeeaaaaaaaayoooooh," Harry groaned curling up into a tight ball. Concerned Draco inquired.
"Harry? Harry, what's wrong are you okay," Harry did not respond. Touching his hand to Harry's head Draco found it hot.(How can this be? He's dead. He shouldn't be sick) He was drawn from his musings by a strangled whisper.
"I think… I'm gonna oh god,"
"Harry, think you're going to what,"
"M'bleaaaaaaauucheack,"
"Aww yuck,"
"Sorry,"
"My Armani!"
A/N- Tee hee hee! Sorry I had to lighten the mood somehow.
