Disclaimer: -sulks in the closet-

A/N: ok Draco received a letter… from his father :O now let's see what his father wanted to talk about. Nothing good I can assure you. And where's Pansy?! Hmm… evil girl.

Warning: erm… it's Draco's father! .

Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad the last chapter wasn't crap :x

Chapter 15: Complicated Confrontations

Draco stared at the letter in front of him. A lump formed in his throat; dread was creeping up from his spine. Goyle noticed the sudden stillness from the blond and turned to speak to him when he also saw the letter fizzing on the plate. (A/N: fizzing cause of the smoke :P) Goyle moved closer to Draco before he opened his mouth to talk.

"Draco… ah… you have a letter on your--"

Draco broke out from his wariness and snapped his head up to look at beefy man beside him.

"I know there's a letter Goyle!" Draco snarled. By this time the whole table had gone quiet. Snatching the letter away from the plate with shaking hands, Draco stuffed the envelope inside his school robes.

'I'll open it later in my room… I knew he was going to send me a letter sooner or later.'

Standing up from his seat at the table, Draco straightened his robes and glared down at Goyle, who gulped from the look he was receiving from Draco.

"I'm going to head back to my room. If you want to see me… KNOCK FIRST!" With that, Draco walked briskly out of the Great Hall; pairs of eyes followed him.

Draco Malfoy, who was always calm and collected, had never acted with such nervousness in front of other people. What a shocker indeed.

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(Meanwhile…)

Harry had just finished his slice of chocolate cake (and what a chocolate cake!) when he saw Draco practically ran out the Great Hall. Harry looked on with bewilderment. Harry did not notice the sudden quiet that had fallen over the Slytherin table nor had he noticed that big puff of smoke that appeared in front of his lover's face. Harry Potter was too busy eating his dessert during all that. Now, since he has finished, he finally realized the things around him. (A/N: If I had a cake like that, I wouldn't know what's going on either xP)

"Hey Hermione?" Harry whispered to his friend.

"Hm?"

"What happened over at the Slytherin table?" Harry turned his head back; all the Slytherins were whispering amongst themselves.

"What do you mean 'what happened'? Weren't you paying attention Harry?" Hermione gave him a skeptical look.

Harry blushed with embarrassment. "Erm… no."

Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"I was hungry!! And-and that chocolate cake was good!" Harry defended himself and squared his shoulders. He knew it was a lame excuse, but what the heck.

Hermione rolled her eyes; Ron snickered at Harry's poor attempt to defend himself. Harry sent Ron a death glare. Ron looked down but was still shaking with laughter.

"How can you NOT hear that smoke fizzling? Oh right, you were eating." Hermione frowned. Harry gave her a meek smile and picked up his goblet to take a drink.

"Anyways, it seems Draco received a letter from someone. From the looks of it, it could be from his father… I was wondering why Draco was so worried." Hermione tapped her chin. Harry promptly choked on his pumpkin juice. Hermione widened her eyes and pounded Harry on the back.

"Ack… Thanks. You were saying it might be from his father?" Harry coughed and pounded his chest; cold pumpkin juice stuck in throat is not good.

"Well I'm not sure if it is from his father. But who else could it be? It made Draco run out like that." Hermione pondered.

Harry was beyond worried about Draco. He knew that if somehow Lucius found out about his and Draco's relationship, it meant big trouble for Draco, and possibly himself. That foul man can do anything, even inflicting pain on his own son and those close to Draco. Harry's thoughts then reverted back to Christmas time, back to before they were lovers. Draco had told him he did not want to go home because of his father. Maybe there was something Lucius forced his son to do and Draco completely went against it.

'What could it be? I have to see him…'

"Guys… I'm going to see how Draco is. I'm worried about him." Harry glanced at his friends. Hermione turned to him and gave Harry a hug.

"We understand… Go see if Draco's alright. If you guys need help we'll be more than glad to help you both." Harry put on a thin smile on his face.

"Thank you… Well I'll get going now."

Harry left the Great Hall with dread clenched around his chest.

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Draco walked all the way back to his room without ever once looking back. Putting his hand inside his robe pockets, he took out the letter.

"This can't be good…" Draco muttered to himself. He gripped the letter tightly until it crunched in his hand.

He rounded a corner and was now in front of the Slytherin common room. He snappishly said out the password and stomped in through the entrance. Going up the stairs two steps at a time, Draco opened the door to his bed chambers, went in, and slammed the door with a loud 'BANG'. Sitting on the couch by the fireplace, Draco carefully slit open the envelope with his index finger; he gingerly took out the parchment folded within as if it's aflame. Draco opened the folded letter and read the contents written by his father.

Dearest Draco,

I've wanted to write you a letter ever since you failed to arrive at Malfoy Manor for the Christmas holidays. By you know I have more important things to do so this letter to you is a bit late. Draco, my boy, you are just prolonging the inevitable. I am your father and you will obey me. You know I have arranged for you to meet with the Parkinsons during Christmas, but being the hard headed boy that you are, you defied my wishes. I have received information from Pansy herself that you are going out with that Potter boy. Is this true? I hoped she was just delirious because you had turned her down. But if what she told me was all true then you and that boy will face my wrath, it does not matter that you're my son or not! I will not have my own child liking males! You will marry Pansy after you graduate, like I had planned, and you will give me an heir and continue the Malfoy bloodline. I will not take no as an answer.

I expect you to talk to Pansy and have her forgive you for your foolish actions. I will take you out from Hogwarts whether you like it or not if you continue to go out with Potter. You have my word that I can take out Potter, permanently.

Love,

Your Father. (A/N: this letter sounds horrible o-o")

Draco clutched the letter in his hands. With an agitated scream he threw the balled up paper into the fire. Draco was shaking with anger and fear. Pansy told his father about his relationship with Harry. That bitch. Now his worst fear came true; Harry will be hurt. Draco knew his father. Lucius Malfoy was a cold hearted beast. Ever since Draco can remember his father had trained him to become just like himself, cold hearted and revengeful. But it was Harry that warmed his heart and let him learn to love. And love he did. Harry Potter meant everything to Draco now; even his own father couldn't change that fact.

When Draco turned eleven, the Malfoys and the Parkinsons made a pact. Draco and Pansy will marry once they both graduated from Hogwarts. Both pureblood families agreed that this marriage will happen no matter what. Back then Draco didn't care; he didn't know what love truly was. His father only wanted an heir to carry the Malfoy name, nothing else matters. Lately, Draco's father had been forcing him to court Pansy, and thus arranged to meet the Parkinsons over Christmas. That was the reason why Draco did not want to go back. He wanted to be away from all this, this entire never ending hellish nightmare.

'Talk to Pansy? I'll talk to her alright… I'll fuckin kill her if I have to!' Draco fumed. Just as he was about to go out and look for the girl, a knock sounded at the door.

"Goyle I don't want to see you right now so leave!" Draco yelled out.

"Draco it's me… open up please." Harry's voice begged from the other side of the door. Draco chest tightened; he must protect Harry from his father at all costs.

"Harry?" "Draco opened the door slightly but then it was wedged open by Harry and Draco found himself pounced by the green eyed boy.

"Draco! I was so worried! You just ran out like that… Did something happen?" Harry shot Draco a string of questions.

Draco looked into Harry's eyes. "My father happened."

Harry slowly got off of Draco's body and stood close to his lover. (A/N: boyfriend? Meh…)

"What does your father want Draco?" Harry looked up at Draco with large eyes. Draco peered down; he didn't want to tell Harry about the marriage arrangements with Pansy.

"He… found out about us Harry. Pansy told him about us." Draco looked away with pain in his eyes. "You can get hurt Harry… I don't want you hurt because of me."

Harry took hold of Draco's face and turned his head back to face him.

"If you're going to say that we shouldn't see each other anymore, then you can forget it. I'm not leaving you Draco." Harry went on his tip toes and gave Draco a kiss. "Remember I said that I'm not going to let you go any time soon… And I meant that."

"But Harry he can… he can… kill you." Draco choked on the last words. He did not want to see Harry die because of him, there was no way in hell he's going to let that happen.

Harry stood his ground. "Draco Malfoy I am not leaving you and that's final!" Harry wound his arms around the blonde's waist. "I am not leaving."

Draco raked his hands through Harry's soft hair; this motion soothed him somewhat.

"We have to keep our relationship more of a secret now. I can't let word slip out. A lot of the Slytherins are fuckin traitors; their families probably know my family fairly well."

Harry let out a small chuckle. "Who doesn't know the Malfoy family?" Harry snuggled closer to Draco's chest, the warmth radiating to his cheeks. "But I understand… I can't risk you being punished."

Draco put his chin on top of Harry's head. "This isn't about me Harry! It's you I'm worried about!"

"You're so sweet Draco." Harry laughed.

"Shush you." Draco wrapped his hands tighter around the smaller boy.

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In another part of the castle, Pansy Parkinson was in a deserted room. Kneeling down in front of a fireplace, she is currently on a firecall.

"Yes Mr. Malfoy… I'm sure Draco received your letter already." Pansy said to Lucius Malfoy's flaming head that's protruding out from the flames.

"Very good. Make sure everything goes to plan Pansy."

Pansy smirked, her hand tightened around a small vial containing a thick yellow concoction.

"Don't worry Mr. Malfoy, it will go smoothly."

With a nod, Lucius pulled back from the fire and the call ended. Pansy sat down on the cold stone floor. She picked up her hand and peered at the yellow liquid.

"Everything will work perfectly…"

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A/N: evil evil Pansy!! Argh! What's inside that vial? Till next time folks! –dances out of the room- oh just to clear things up, Lucius sent that vial to Pansy…

Harry: OMG! Tell me she's not going to poison him! I'm going to kill that bitch!

Gio: Calm down… I'm not going to have deaths in this story :(

Draco: -tied up on a bed, unconscious-

Harry: You were saying?!

Gio: He's tied up, not dead… There's a difference. ;-;