pinata: death eater
going, going, gone: Drarry
writing club: tsotm: tony stonem: (character) draco malfoy, (colour) red, (dialogue) "I had everything I wanted and lost it all. Hurts like fuck. But I'm going to get it all back. Piece by piece. What else is there?"
au: neville is the bwl. theodore is punished for his father's mistakes (for theodore's father was the one that made the mistakes). warning for slight mention of past suicidal thoughts
word count: 1465
where nothing really matters (except for me to be with you)
Draco looks down at his left arm. It's covered, disguising the disgusting mark that lies there. He feels sick. He hates it so much, it goes against everything he wants to believe in: everything that he does believe in. But his father said he should take it and the Lord said he would kill his mother and his aunt said she would target his lover.
Draco looks up when he walks into the compartment. "Sorry it took so long," he says, his cheeks red from walking. "Ron and Hermione wanted to catch up before they went on their Prefect duty."
Harry. He is his world. Harry saved him so many times in the future, despite his past arguments with both the Boy Who Lived and the redhead family. Harry was the one who found him when he was just about to give up. He's the reason he's alive.
Harry bends down and kisses Draco's cheek, and Draco can't help but smile. He can be a Death Eater if it saves Harry. He deserves the saving.
It's clear that the dynamic within Slytherin is very different. Theodore Nott appears more controlling, more manipulative, but Draco can see through the false facade. The boy is exhausted and Draco doesn't know why.
Blaise doesn't talk to Theodore anymore, and Draco thinks that they've fallen out over something. They were so close before the summer… before the Lord started initiating sixteen-year-olds. And suddenly all the pieces fall into place.
Theodore seems to be planning for something. Draco watches him from behind the grey armchairs, and he spots a blueprint of the school and several dark curses. This is bad. Very bad.
Draco is with Harry in a classroom when the green-eyed boy asks a question. "Do you know Theodore Nott well?"
Draco looks at Harry's red tie, trying to calm his pulse. "Only slightly. We share a dorm. He's… distant."
"Neville thinks he's a Death Eater."
The mark on Draco's arm twinges at the word. "Why does he think that?" he asks, his voice steady.
"Apparently he wouldn't let the assistant in Madam Malkin's go anywhere near his left arm. And he's different this year, more like twelve-year-old Malfoy." Harry grins to show that he is only teasing. Draco tries to slow his heartbeat.
"I wouldn't know if he was. I am not that close to him." Draco leans forward to kiss Harry's lips, and tries to squash down the guilt that is vibrating in his heart.
Draco confronts Theodore three days after the Yule break. "What are you trying to do, Theodore?" he asks, not caring about how harsh his voice sounds.
Theodore takes in a deep breath. "I can't talk about this here. Meet me on the Seventh Floor in ten minutes."
That is suspicious, but Draco doesn't want to miss out on crucial information, so he makes his way to the Seventh Floor where he discovers a new room. Inside is a clutter of junk, and he finds Theodore near a cabinet. "I'm a Death Eater," Theodore says as Draco approaches him. "I have to kill Dumbledore. I hate it."
Draco hears the words 'I have to kill Dumbledore' over and over in his head for at least a minute before the words finally click. "I'm sorry," Draco replies, looking away from the other boy.
"Can you help me, Draco? I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I know you're one too: you've never gone this long without undressing in front of one of your roommates."
Draco sighs. "I'll help you, Theodore."
Theodore looks so relieved that it makes Draco feel a bit better about this agreement. He isn't sure, but he's pretty sure that Theodore used to be so blatantly anti-Death Eaters before this. Maybe he has to ask Blaise…
Draco is running. Theodore snuck the others into the school and Snape killed Dumbledore and Harry saw him. The look of betrayal was so strong, and then a red curse was fired his way by the one he loves.
So he runs.
There isn't anything else he can do.
The months go by quickly now that he no longer has Harry to help him. The Lord stays at his Manor, and Theodore and Draco are hailed as heroes for helping the older Death Eaters get into the school. It makes Draco sick.
Then it's back to school where the Carrows punish anyone who goes against them. He makes the participants of the classes go against each other, and Draco can hardly bare to raise his wand to the redhead that Harry admires. He stands to the side whilst others take pleasure in the torture curses, and tries not to wince as the redhead glares at him.
He tries not to notice Harry's absence.
He's in Draco's house. He's here. He should not be here, not under these circumstances.
"Is this the Longbottom, Draco?" his aunt asks, her voice half-crazed.
The Boy Who Lived has a massive boil in the middle of his face, and his fringe is covering the lightning bolt scar, but it is definitely him. He knows that Harry and the Granger girl left to go with him.
Harry looks away from him, as if expecting him to give them up. Longbottom stares him down defiantly. "I'm not sure, Bella," Draco replies, his heart pounding. "His face is too messed up for me to tell. It doesn't look like him."
"What about him?" Bellatrix asks, dragging Harry into the light. "He's in your year too, right? The Potter boy: they say he has eyes as green as his mother did."
Draco puts on a show of looking at Harry's face without actually seeing anything. "I am pretty sure Potter's eyes are less green. And he has glasses."
Bellatrix growls, shoving Harry away from her. "This is definitely the Mudblood, though. Put those two in the Dungeon, Draco. I have something to discuss with Little Miss Granger here."
Draco looks away as Bellatrix drags Hermione over to the dining table. He directs Harry and Longbottom through the Manor, until reaching the Dungeon. He opens the door and the old man in the corner flinches away, as Luna stares defiantly up at him. He just shrugs slightly at her before saying, "Sit. Bellatrix will probably deal with you later."
He puts the key in the lock as he closes the door but he doesn't lock it. Hopefully that will be enough for them to get out.
Neville knocks him over in the battle later but Harry's eyes never leave him. It unnerves him, and he can see those emerald eyes even when Bellatrix is unleashing her anger on the rest of the house late into the night.
Draco sends silent spells into the backs of unsuspecting Death Eaters alongside Theodore and Blaise. Finally, he can show his true colours.
It's when he meets up with Vincent as he's trying to stop Harry and his friends get into the Junk Room when he finally snaps. "Oi, mate, help us stop them," Vincent says, a laugh in his voice.
"No? Why not? I thought you would have loved to join in. It would be everything you've wanted."
Draco feels the anger roll over him in a wave of red. "I had everything I wanted and lost it all," he says, trying not to look at Harry as he says it. He fails, because he notices emerald eyes glancing at him slightly. "Hurts like fuck. But I'm going to get it all back. Piece by piece. What else is there?" Draco feels his lip quivering, and he brushes off the wave of tears. "It was all I had worth living for. Now, if you would excuse me, I would like it very much if you got out of the way."
Vincent does not, and he gets what is coming for him when he causes the Junk Room to go up in a burst of red flames. There are only two brooms, bur Harry helps Draco onto the back of his broom and they're flying through the room and out of the flames.
Harry rushes off again with the Boy Who Lived but not before giving Draco a small smile. Draco takes a deep breath in, turning back to Theodore and Blaise, who stayed outside the whole time. "Let's go."
Together, they help save several people from the Light Side that might have died otherwise. Together, they pay for their mistakes.
And when the Boy Who Lived jumps back up after pretending to die, Draco is there behind him. And when the battle is over and everything is fuzzy due to exhaustion, Harry finds him. "I'm sorry," is all he says, before taking Draco in his arms.
All is fine. The war is won. Harry is back to him.
put your hands up if you don't know what you're doing here *raises hand* well i tried.
~butter