Hey there everyone! Remember me? Umm...I know it's been forever since I've updated, but life's been a bit crazy. I moved, I made Varsity Soccer, school's gone crazy...ya know, just tons of stuff to do. Still, I hope you still want to read this. Anyway, without further ado...here it is--and slightly longer too! yay. Hope you like it & please review!

Disclaimer: As much as I want to, I do not own Draco. Or the others. -sniff-

I Don't Want To Feel

Chapter 3

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I can see it in your eyes
You're broken down, your hands are tied.

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For what seemed liked hours, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter stared at each other. Both were completely lost in their own thoughts, surprised at the others' presence. Nothing but the dull dripping sound of water leaking from pipes could be heard. A ravaging wind blew outside, five stories above them, but even that sound was blocked from their world below.

"Potter." Draco Malfoy finally stated, his voice hoarse as if he hadn't had anything to drink for weeks. His eyes were empty; expressionless, but Harry Potter knew better...Draco Malfoy was surprised.

"Malfoy."

"I don't get it," was all Draco could get out. He continued to stare at Harry with the same look--no expression, no...life.

"What's there not to get, Malfoy? Never thought it would happen? Finally, the damn Boy-Who-Lived is under Voldemort's watch. I didn't think you were the type to think the world was that black and white."

"Shut up!"

"Oh no Malfoy. I don't think you're in any position to tell me that." Harry Potter hissed dangerously, his eyes narrowing. Draco Malfoy should have been scared, but he was too confused to be. This whole situation did not seem right at all. Then, it dawned on him.

"Oh, I get it now."

"I wasn't under the impression that there was anything to 'get', Malfoy."

"You're here to save me, aren't you? Bold, brave Gryffindor Potter...I should have known! You're the only one who would risk his life to save his own enemy. Ha! Bet it took you forever to convince Weasl--"

"SHUT UP!" Harry roared, stepping closer to the bars. "I am NOT here to save you, Malfoy! You got yourself into this mess...and you're the only one who can save yourself now."

"Potter...this...isn't funny. They're going to kill me, and--"

"Malfoy. For once in your life, shut up. I am here to guard you...not talk to you."

"You mean...you're--but...wh--"

"Sentences, Mr. Malfoy. Sentences."

"You're a Death Eater?"

"Very good, Malfoy. Very good. I would give you a prize, but--"

"Why?"

Harry's eyes narrowed, and he took another step towards the bars, his face now inches away from Malfoy's. Draco Malfoy tried his hardest not to cringe as Harry stared him down.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

In one fast motion, Harry grabbed onto the bar right in front of Malfoy's face and Draco flinched, the sudden movement catching him off guard. Harry grinned maliciously, pressing his face as close to Draco's as it could get through the bars.

"Scared of me, Malfoy?"

Draco could feel Harry's warm breath hit his upper lip, and quickly stepped away from the bars. He was shaking his head, his lips moving but nothing escaping from them. He frantically looked around the small cell he was in, all hope completely lost. He sat down where he had been standing, and just stared at the hard stone ground below him. It must have been about negative five degrees down in the dungeons, but sweat still dripped down Draco's forehead. Anything left of his Malfoy pride was completely gone now.

This time it was Harry's time to be confused. He watched Malfoy's strange behaviour curiously, hundreds of different thoughts crossing his mind. He sat down in the chair Nott had been sleeping on, and continued to watch Malfoy, who was sitting completely still--except for his mouth, which kept mouthing words that only Malfoy could hear or understand. Harry couldn't help but feel a strong sense of curiousity growing in him whenever he placed his eyes on Malfoy, wondering what in the world he was doing in a cell and why he wasn't in a Death Eater cloak along with him. Had Voldemort just forgotten to mention that maybe, just maybe Malfoy was not on Harry's side? If Harry had not been a little suspicious of where Malfoy's loyalties lay, he would have been found by Dumbledore already. Harry watched Draco as he ran his hand through his hair, and he sighed. Ever since the first moment Harry had seen Draco, he had thought he was destined for Voldemort's inner circle. Why had their roles suddenly changed?

Shouldn't he be the one in that prison cell?

Harry awoke in his bed the next day, hearing his fellow Gryffindor's snores all around him. Another day, another mask to place upon himself. The first day had been hard, but now, five months later, it came to Harry naturally. He checked his watch--six o'clock. Still two more hours until life at Hogwarts began. Two more hours in which he could still be himself. Two more hours in which Draco Malfoy's face could haunt his mind. The truth was that Harry had only gotten two hours of sleep. After leaving Draco Malfoy, still sitting and oblivious to the world, Harry had been unable to take that image out of his mind. In his five months of being a Death Eater, Harry had seen a handful of Voldemort's prisoners...but none had affected Harry as much as Malfoy was affecting him. The worst thing was that Harry shouldn't have cared...he hated Malfoy. Ever since he was eleven, Malfoy had made his life living hell. He should have been happy that Malfoy had chosen this path...that he would eventually die.

But Harry could not find happiness in any of this.

The image of Malfoy flinching kept repeating in his mind...and it made Harry shiver. That wasn't the evil Malfoy he knew. Draco Malfoy was never scared of anything...and Draco Malfoy never showed emotion. His face may have seemed expressionless, but his eyes showed Harry everything. It showed Harry his fear, his innocence...his relief in thinking he would be saved; and betrayal.

Draco Malfoy had thought that Harry Potter was going to save him. And he had accepted it.

The expression his eyes gave away when Draco realized Harry was not on his side haunted Harry the most. It was a look of someone that was facing death himself and knew he would never be able to succeed.

Harry Potter sat up quickly in his bed and punched the pillow behind him. He did not need this. He did not care about Draco Malfoy.

He did not care about anyone.

He threw his legs over the side of the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He pulled off his boxers and climbed into one of the showers, twisting the cold water knob and hissing as cold water sprayed out all over him. He changed the cold water to hot water as he stared down at the mark on his forearm. Steam began to circle around him, and the water started to scald his back...but Harry Potter did not care. He couldn't really feel it. It was just him and his demons; but Harry did not feel alone. Those eyes...those damned grey eyes. They circled his mind, stared down along with him at the mark on his arm. The mark that forever bound him to a man of evil, and forever took him away from the people he used to call his friends and family. This mark took his life; and he had chosen it.

Harry leaned against the tile wall behind him, his eyes closed and his other arm clutching the marked one. Images shot through his mind, memories playing like videos on a muggle television. Malfoy at Madam Malkins', Malfoy offering Harry his hand, Malfoy throwing Longbottom's Remembrall in the air, Malfoy getting attack by Buckbeak...everything. Harry grabbed at a random razor someone had left and not caring about precision, thrust it across his wrist. He let out a muffled cry of pain as he sank to the wet ground, the shower still pouring scalding hot water onto him. He deserved this pain. He deserved to see his own blood pour down his arm and swirl around in the boiling water around him. These thoughts of Malfoy...they weren't necessary...and they were bordering 'caring'.

And Harry Potter did not care.