Away From the Sun
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, I'm just a spoony Bard.
Warning! Spoilers for books 1-5. I am going to pretend that anything that happens Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince , witch comes out on July 16 (YEA!) , hasn't happened, so don't kick me if something really cool happens in the book and I make no mention of it.
Warning 2! This is gonna be yaoi, that's boys loving boys, so if you don't like the idea of Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter snogging senseless, don't read, and piss off if ya feel the need to flame me for such.
Chapter Eight
Away From the Sun
Draco's POV
It's been a hellish past few weeks. It's Thanksgiving next week. I've been to five meeting with the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters. Each one worse than the last. Thank fucking Merlin I haven't been raped again. Instead, I've had to clench my jaw tight, refusing to vomit, as they made sport of raping and murdering and eleven year old girl.
I'd had to laugh with them while they discussed the latest idea. Muggle Death Camps, much like the one's the Jews had been kept in during the muggle World War Two. Hermione had told me about the similarities when I revealed the plan to the DA.
It's down to this
I've got to make this life make sense
Can anyone tell what I've done
I'm terrified that at any moment someone will find out what I've been doing. It would be over before I could fucking blink. I feel torn. Not because I believe anything that spills from the Dark Lord's lips in the slightest, no, that's not it at all. It's because I don't want to die. I don't know how Severus has done this for as fucking long as he has.
And guess what the best fucking thing is, and please, note my sarcasm. Harry has decided that the upper DA needs to learn the dark arts. And they've asked me to teach them. Not that I completely disagree with him mind, but his is Harry fucking Potter I'm talking about. He's supposed to be pure, untouched by the dark arts save the scar on his forehead. Not like me, tainted, dirty, used and abused.
They're all learning well, not that I'm surprised in the least. Harry is brilliant, and nothing less can be said for his companions. It's not like I've never taught anyone before. When my dorm mates were younger I used to tutor them as well. This time it's different. I'm teaching the other side this time. I'm not teaching them to torture others, I'm teaching them because Harry has it in his head that for some fucked up reason or another that there's no way he can beat Voldemort without the dark arts. Sadly, I must agree with him.
The junior Death Eater's have been busy with keeping an eye on the Harry and his friends. Not that we've actually learned anything. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna and Ginny are all fully aware of what's been going on. There's nothing they can really do, the juniors I mean. They can't seem to figure out that Harry and his friends are still continuing with the DA. I actually think those fucking morons have forgotten about it.
"Mr. Malfoy, ten points from Slytherin for not paying attention. Now will you please answer the question?" McGonagall's voice shot through me, jolting me back to the real world.
I looked at her blankly. She sighed in exasperation. "Another five points for making me repeat the question. Now then, do you know why it is that when you are transfiguring inanimate objects into living beings, the creature's intelligence is diminished?"
I almost snorted at the stupidity of her question. "Of course I know, any one who passed second year should. Objects that are inanimate before they are transfigured into any living thing have less intelligence because it originally has no intelligence to begin with."
"Correct." She turned and continued on with her lecture. I scowled behind her back, absorbing myself back into my thoughts.
Harry's POV
The last moth has been kind of insane. I think I know how Dumbledore got all those wrinkles on his face. I bet they're from the first war. All the stress of leading the DA, I mean the upper DA, is starting to wear on me. I give up; it's not the DA that's stressing me out. It's just that I know I have to learn these spells to eventually beat Voldemort, but it's just that by learning them I'm crossing a boundary that I never wanted to cross.
I'm now stepping into the realm of darkness.
I miss the life
I miss the colors of the world
Can anyone tell where I am
I kinda feel like something's died inside me. After my first lesson with Draco, I broke down and cried. I can't imagine doing these things to people. He'd held me then, while I cried. It's been weird between us, just a little.
Since the night he was marked, no I guess it's not he mark that's been keeping us, but the other events that happened that night. But since then, we haven't had sex. Not to say we haven't fooled around a lot (and I do mean a lot). Apparently, I've very skilled at giving head, or so he tells me. We spend hours staring at the dark ceiling of that tiny tower, just talking. We have rule, if one person asks, the other has to answer. Of course Draco manages to answer questions without actually giving an answer.
It's like he's pulling away from me. He shares this openly one day, and the next I have to drag anything out of him. It's frustrating and confusing. It's like he avoids talking about the big things. Childhoods are almost completely ignored unless it's something from after our first days at Hogwarts.
I sighed as I looked up from staring into the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Hermione was sitting opposite me, finishing an essay for Ancient Runes, and Ron was copying Hermione's notes from History of Majick.
"What's up mate?" Ron asked, putting his quill down ad stretching.
"Nothing." I mumbled. Why bother them when I know they've got just as much to worry about, if not more, than I do?
"It is not nothing." Hermione slammed her books down on the table next to her. I jumped in surprise.
"No, really 'Mione, I'm okay." I protested.
She glared down at me. "You don't sleep, you spend all night wandering the castle in your invisibility cloak, you don't talk to either Ron or I or anyone else about what's going on and I damn well know that it's eating you up inside."
"I have not!" I shot at her, annoyed suddenly that she thought she had to play mother hen with me.
She stood, glaring at me. "Don't even start. Damnit Harry! You know damn well what we're doing better than the rest of us. I know you haven't just been learning the same shit we have! It's tearing you up inside and you won't talk to us about it!"
I was suddenly very glad the common room was empty for once.
"You don't even talk to your boyfriend about it and your two best friends are both very worried about you!"
I sat there, too shocked to speak as she ranted. Ron stupidly tried to interrupt. "Um, Hermione, I'd really rather you not get me-"
"Shut up Ronald! I have had enough of you agreeing with me about having to help Harry and then balking the second I bring it up to him because you don't like confrontation." She put her hands on her hips, leaned down in both Ron's and my faces and said in a very dangerous tone. "Well guess what? Confrontation is on its way. The war is coming and you don't have the balls to emotionally support the one who understands this the most." She smacked him across the face and stormed up to the girls' dormitory, leaving her books, and two very shocked friends.
"She smacked me." Ron spoke in awesome disbelief as he held a hand to his reddening face.
It wasn't the smack that caught me off guard; I mean Hermione did punch Draco out in third year, but- "She swore." I turned to Ron. "She's really pissed.
We sat and stared at each other for a few minutes before we both scrambled to our feet and head for the stairs to the girls dormitory. Forgetting that boys weren't allowed to be up there, we were halfway up when the stairs transformed into a slide and the alarms went off.
I had a feeling it wasn't the fact that I wasn't talking about it. It was the fact that since we'd been learning the Dark Arts, at least I've been feeling like there's something dark eating me from the inside. Kind of like I'm sinking. And I can't be the only one.
It was Ginny who came down to see who had tried to go up.
She rolled her eyes at us. "Thought you two already knew that boy's aren't allowed up there?"
I rubbed my bum where I'd landed. "We forgot." Standing I glanced back up towards the stairs.
"Gin, get "Mione for me, please?" Ron stayed sitting on the floor where he'd landed.
She sighed again and headed back up the stairs that had re-transformed themselves. She came back down a few moments later, alone and shaking her head. "She won't come down." Then she glared at her older brother. "You made her cry." She shot at him.
She pushed past us, leaving us with the option of only sitting there to wait for her to come down.
Cause now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
I'm so far down away from the sun again
Away from the sun again
She didn't come down by dinnertime. We stayed sitting by the stairs, ignoring our grumbling stomachs. Right now, Hermione was right. None of us had talked about the turmoil building inside of us. I mean we're only children and here we have to fight a war. A war that should have been over a long time ago.
In light of our situation; I called an emergency upper DA meeting that night. Ron and I waited in the common room until she finally came down the stairs, answering the call of the DA. Her eyes were still red and puffy. She'd been crying all afternoon.
"Hermione-" I began, but she brushed me off.
"Save it." She pushed past both Ron and I, heading for the portrait.
Ron and I followed about three steps behind her, occasionally directing her with the Marauder's Map. She didn't' look back, simply walked ahead of us with a sense of purpose.
The seven of us met in the Room of Requirement, most of us in our pajamas. Only Ron, Hermione and I were still actually dressed.
My two best friends were the only people not to laugh at Draco. His pajamas were black satin with tiny golden snitches on them.
"Shut up. My plain black ones are in the wash. Besides, these were a birthday gift from Mother." He sat in a comfy chair that the room had provided when I required from it a place where seven people can sit down and talk about the horrible things in our lives comfortably. There was an arrangement of chairs and couches of various shapes, sizes and materials.
Ron and Hermione sat on a corduroy loveseat. Olive green, and slightly worn. It reminded me of something out of the Burrow. Neville sat in a blue velvet overstuffed armchair. Ginny found a recliner to match the loveseat her brother and his girlfriend sat on. Luna perched herself on a barstool. I sat on the floor, leaning against the large leather armchair, reminiscent of the sparse furniture I saw in Snape's quarters, where Draco sat.
Once everyone was comfortable, I looked around at the group. Most of us had circles under our eyes; I could see the stress we were all under.
"We need to talk." I started quietly, my voice getting stronger as I went on. "We haven't talked about what's going on. I mean yeah, we decided as a group that this was the right thing to do, but even if it is the right thing to do, we haven't talked about how it makes us feel." The group looked at the floor, each of us guilty of the same actions. "Look, I don't know about you guys, but I know that all this is tearing me up inside."
Hermione shot up from leaning on the arm of the couch she and Ron shared. Yes Hermione, I'm going to talk now. "Look, I know it's not just me. I know were all feeling this." My voice faded away as I looked at my weary companions. It was getting late.
It was Ron who spoke up. "It wasn't even Harry that saw it. It was Hermione." He looked at the young brunet woman beside him and weakly smiled. "I'm sorry 'Mione. I didn't want to burden you, or anyone with what I was going through. I figured that everyone had enough to deal with and didn't need to bother anyone with what was going on."
Neville seemed to just pick up where Ron left off. "I thought it was only me. You know, that I wasn't strong enough to be fighting like this."
Hermione was crying again, this time in relief. Ginny continued where he had stopped. "I've already been too weak and stupid to fight Voldemort once. I mean, what if I can't do this?"
"What will happen to me when I have to kill someone for the first time?" Luna whispered, hands at her sides, clutching the seat of her barstool so hard that her knuckles were white.
"What if- when the- time comes- I can't -do it, and one of -you die because -of me?" Hermione managed between sobs. Ron put an arm around her and pulled her close.
I looked at the floor by my feet. "What if I like it? What happens if I fall into darkness?" I croaked in a whisper.
Draco's POV
As they were pouring out these feelings of doubt and pain, I couldn't help but feel somewhat guilty. I was the one who had taught them the things that were causing these feelings.
I know how they feel. I may not be going through the exact same thing as they are. I mean I have been practicing the Dark Arts since I was ten for fucks sake. Right now what's tearing me up inside is this betrayal.
I'm over this
I'm tired of livin' in the dark
Can anyone see me down here
"Does it get better?" Neville asked, hugging himself. The question was pointed, obviously, at me.
"I suppose." I shrugged. "I never really thought about it that much." When Hermione gave me a disbelieving look I scowled at her. "No, Hermione, I didn't think about it. The difference is that I was raised by a whole family of dark wizards and witches. I had a predisposition to the Dark Arts. You'll stop feeling like it's going to consume you as soon as you get a grip on exactly what you want to use it for. When I learned them, I learned them as tradition, as something I was just supposed to know, just in case the occasion should ever arise that I should have to use it."
Looking briefly around at the group of my weary comrades, I let out a breath that I didn't know I'd been holding. "You guys are a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for. I reached down, tangling my fingers briefly in Harry's hair before continuing.
"It's me you should be worried about you know." I'd wanted that to come out sounding at least slightly threatening, but hell no, it had to come out in a raspy, trembling whisper.
"What do you mean Draco?" Hermione pursed her lips in question.
"Shit 'Mione, I'm Draco fucking Malfoy, son of Voldemort's right hand man, son of the richest man in the Wizarding world. First of the second generation to be branded, and don't forget, above all, a Slytherin and Dark Wizard." I sneered at her and Ron on the ratty couch they'd chosen.
"I thought you were past all that." Luna spoke sharply from the bar stool she perched precariously on.
"But it's a hard change, isn't it?" Ginny, the little Weasley half stated, half questioned.
I nodded in response.
"But that's part of the reason why we're doing this right now." Harry twisted on the floor at my feet to look up at me, emerald green pools of mercury liquid swimming with all the confusion that our lives had fallen into. "To get the doubts out on the open. We doubt ourselves and our abilities of handling the Dark Arts, you doubt yourself and you strength in loyalty."
I snorted, all this emotional fluffy, sparkly, hugs and kisses shit makes me uneasy. I'm not sure how to handle it. Seriously think about it. The Malfoy family hasn't ever been known for displays of affection, or discussing things of emotional matters. Not even love was ever an issue with the marriages, to this day they're still arranged, family tradition. When it comes to this, I'm completely lost.
"How the hell does know what our doubts and fears are help us?" I stood, almost stepping on Harry's fingers, and began pacing across the room.
"Stop that." Ron snapped at me. "You'll drive me insane."
"Shut up Weasley!" I shot back, advancing on him. "Who the fuck died and made-" the sound of a girl laughing tore my attention away from the red head in from of me. As I turned, I saw Ginny falling out of her chair in mirth.
I stood unmoving, in confusion. Ron stared at his sister, just as confused as I was. The only person who seemed to be in on the joke was Luna. The rest of us stared in confusion.
"I'm- I'm-so-sorry." She managed between fits of giggles. I stepped away from Ron and sat back in the gorgeous black leather chair. Ginny took a deep breath to calm herself. Luna, true to her fabulous nickname, given to her by Pansy in the girl's first year, simply kept laughing.
"It's just that, I mean you're- as you so eloquently put it- Draco fucking Malfoy, and your wearing black satin pajamas with golden snitches-" here, she glanced down, "-and footies on them, trying to attack my brother. You look ridiculously childlike!" She burst into another set of giggles.
With her explanation, the other Gryffindors began laughing with the red haired young woman and her loony companion. It started slowly at first. Ron started, loud and strong as soon as his sinter and pointed out the ridiculousness of me. Neville followed, and even though Hermione was trying to hold them back, giggles burst through the hands she had clamped over her mouth.
I thought for a moment that at least Harry wasn't laughing at me, until I turned to him. He had his head tucked down into his drawn-up knees; fist stuffed in his mouth as tears of mirth streamed form his eyes.
"Et tu Harry?" I pouted at him, folding my arms in from of me. The group laughed harder. I felt lighter than I had in weeks as a smile spread across my face. Harry looked up at me, and the laughter he'd so desperately tried to hide, came flooding out of him as he caught my smile.
Tension in the room lifted. I can't believe I'm going to admit this, but we've been so fucking involved with worrying about this damn war, and what parts we're going to play in it that we've completely forgotten to live. With this sudden lightening of atmosphere, I took advantage of the situation, tackling Ron. "I said stop laughing at me!' I whacked him with a pillow taken from the corner of the couch where he had been seated.
When Neville jumped on my back, trying to defend his friend, I lost my footing. I fell onto the threadbare couch, Neville on top of me, Ron squished beneath me. Harry was laughing so hard he was having problems breathing. I grinned to myself and looked over my shoulder.
"You know Longbottom; I ain't ever been on bottom… please be gentle with me." I batted my eyelashes at him.
In the Slytherin dorms, this would have caused an all out fist fight. Someone would be getting hurt. Here however, Neville pushed off of me, grabbed a cushion from the chair he'd been sitting in, and smacked me with it. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry getting to is feet, confiscating a cushion, and then all fucking hell broke loose in the room.
Cushions flying, I was getting smacked from every direction; all I could think to do was swing my own cushion at whoever I could see. It was fun. I've never fought for fun. I swung, and got hit, and swung again until I was laughing so hard I couldn't breathe, and collapsed onto the chair I'd previously sat in.
Still laughing, Ron looked at Harry. "I needed that. I guess your boyfriend's not such a prick after all." Followed by "Ow! 'Mione! Why'd you hit me?"
"Watch your language." She answered between breaths.
When my breathing returned to normal, I reached down to where Harry had returned to sitting and pulled him into the chair with me.
"I've never done that before you know." I said into the quiet of the room.
"Done what?" Luna picked up the hat to her ridiculous pajamas; they were pink with some sort of monster on them.
"Had a pillow fight." I answered softly. I smiled down at Harry in my arms. "It was fun."
He smiled up at me before leaning up and kissing me softly.
"As I was saying, it helps us to know what our doubts and fears are because once we know what they are, we can fight them." Green yes sparkling, he leaned into my chest and looked over his friends.
The feeling's gone
There's nothing left to lift me up
Back into the world I know
I felt better, like some of the weight was off my chest. I sighed. Fucking hell I felt more than just better, I felt great. Strength in conviction stronger, more at ease with situation.
"Thanks, you guys." The words fell from my lips before I could think of stopping them.
"Don't worry about it Malfoy." Ginny helped Neville to his feet. The group was all standing. Body language tells you a lot about people. The body language here was a mutual tiredness, sense of relief, and absolution.
"When did this happen?" The boy she was hauling to his feet questioned, pointing at the sight of Harry sitting in my lap, my arms around him.
"I'll explain later Neville." Harry sighed and nestled further into my chest as I wrapped my arms around him tighter.
"I'm gonna head back to the dorms. Hermione?" Ron stood, straightened his robes, and held a hand out to his girlfriend.
I stared at him in slight disbelief. That was it? We get all fluffy and squishy, have a pillow fight and its all better? "I think I missed something here. Weren't we all just ready to cry our hearts out?"
It was Luna who answered. "Yes. But that's the beauty of it. You get it out of you. You spit the poison, your fears, doubts, everything, into words and other who listen suck that poison from you and make you whole again. Tears and laughter are the best medicine." her eyes had that misty far away look to them, like she was remembering something fond from her past.
"Really." The word escaped my lips softly, almost inaudible. The group was slowly filtering out of the room. Rom and Hermione left with Ginny and Neville. Luna followed shortly after, giving me a wink before she closed the door behind her.
Harry stayed, curled in my lap, head leaning against my chest. "Do you feel better?" he asked.
I thought for a moment. "Oddly enough, I do." I half smiled at him. "Do you Gryffindors deal with all your problems that way? Hold group therapy sessions?"
"Well, not all the Gryffindors do that. It's kinda a Weasley thing." Harry grinned at me. "Still wanna tell me that their whole family is dumb?"
I scowled at him. "Why must you continue to point out the endearing, positive qualities about Weasley and his family?"
Harry groaned. "How on earth can I explain to you that they're the closest thing I've got to a family?"
I leaned further back in the chair, dragging him with me. "I thought you had those muggles." I scowled at the last word. Honestly, to think that he never even knew he was a wizard till he came here to school. Other than that, I know next to nothing about his life before Hogwarts.
"As if." He huffed. He let out a breath I don't think he knew he'd been holding. "They hate me. Always have. I'm a freak of nature and a burden on them."
"Oh." I let that sink in. Before the day of the very first day of Hogwarts, back when we were both eleven years old, when Ron was the first friend he made.
We were silent for a few minutes, while I felt like an ass about the way I treat Ron for the first time Harry first came to me. "I'm sorry."
The room seemed darker now than it had when all seven of us in it. I didn't mind, made the atmosphere more intimate. I ran my fingers through the mess Harry calls hair on his head.
"For what?" he asked, turning to look at me, those green eyes I lose myself in shining.
"For the way I treat Ron, for the fact that the only relatives you have hate you." I answered quietly
"It's not so bad now that they don't lock me in the cupboard." he looked away.
"Cupboard? They locked you in a cupboard?" I stared at him in disbelief, my own father was cruel enough to use the unforgivable curses, even on his own flesh and blood, but to be locked in a closet is fucking shitty.
"Only until I was eleven. Right before I came to Hogwarts."
"No wonder I don't like muggles." I scowled. "Why would they do that to you?"
"Because of the majick, because I'm a wizard. They hate anything to do with majick or wizards." he sighed, and went quiet for a few moments.
""So how come your not worried about me tuning on you?" I blurted.
He half laughed, reminding me briefly of our headmaster. "It's hard to explain, but if you were going to betray us, why would you become so adamantly involved with the DA? Or why would you spend hours in your godfather's personal chambers, discussing personal feelings."
I started to interrupt him, annoyed that he knows of my conversations with Severus, but he continued. "And before you ask, no, I don't listen to what you tell him."
"I-" He continued, regardless of my interruption.
"And you spilled all that in front of all of us." Green eyes shining, he smiled. "Like hell you'd have said what you did if you didn't mean it. It was part of what I required form the room. Verisertum vapors." He grinned.
"Verisertium vapors? Required of the room?" confusion set in as I realized I had no clue what he was talking about.
He blushed a little. "Draco, didn't you notice that the room keeps changing for every meeting?" When I shook my head no, he laughed. "This is the Room of Requirement. It only appears when it's needed, and you have to be specific about things if you need specific things. Tonight, I needed a place where we could talk truthfully, so I asked for Versitersum vapors." He paused. "You're not mad are you?"
I stared at him for a few seconds in shock. "No, actually. It's very Slytherin of you." I let the smile that wanted to spring forth slide onto my face.
"So?" He ventured.
"So what?" I asked, absently, running my fingers through his hair again.
"So do you think you'll be okay?" He didn't look directly at me, but he didn't look away either. I don't blame him. I'm a big risk, I can't be angry with him for being scared and apprehensive.
"So I'll suck it up, play my part, and make sure that no one even suspects for a second how I really feel. That Voldemort is a twisted fuck who needs to die, and that they're all stupid for following him, and I hate my father." Harry smiled at me.
"You know the Verisertum is still working right?" He blurted.
"Obviously." I chuckled. "Otherwise you might have put that a bit more eloquently."
Blushing, he stood. "We should get back to our dorms." He mumbled.
I sighed, knowing that he was right, it was late, and teachers are probably patrolling the halls. "Your right." I took the hand he offered, not letting it go when I rose to my feet.
"Draco?" he turned back towards me as he said it. I pulled on his wrist, bringing him that much closer to me.
"Harry." I brushed a few of the stray hairs that were constantly in his eyes out of the way. My voice nearly cracked, his name clinging to my lips. I stared at his. I stepped closer, still holding his one hand. I brought the fingertips to my lips, kissing hem gently.
He leaned into me then. "I-" he trailed off, whatever thoughts he had obviously as lost to him as mine own.
I released hid fingers, taking his face in my hands, I looked into his eyes. My breath caught in my throat as I stared into the jade depths. They made me dizzy with the desire to kiss him, to capture his lips with mine own and taste the wonder that is Harry Potter. I let my eyes slide shut as my lips descended. His eyes closed, breath brushing against my lips.
And now again I've found myself so far down
Away from the sun that shines into the darkest place
That shines to light the way for me
"Draco." my name but a mere whisper on his lips, my heart started to beat faster.
"Yeah?" though I cold have kicked myself for actually answering.
"If you don't kiss me right now, I will scream." As he spoke, his lips brushed mine.
"I was getting there." I smirked. Damn Verisertum, came the thought before I pressed my mouth against his. He pressed into me, wrapping his arms around me as my hands slid from his face to tangle themselves in his hair.
I swear to fucking Merlin my heart completely stopped beating, breathing wasn't even necessary anymore. His lips were slightly chapped; I could feel the semi-rough texture against the smoothness of my own. His tongue hot and wet and definitely welcomed sliding past my lips. I was lost for moment.
When we broke, foreheads leaning against each other, he spoke. "You know that no matter how hard this gets, I'll still fight."
"And I'll be right there with you." And as the words fell from my lips I knew it was the truth. That's the beauty of Verisertum. Anything that came out of my mouth was going to be the truth. Realizing that this is where I truly stand, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him to me, his head resting on my chest.
to find my way back into the arms
That care about the ones like me
I'm so far down away from the sun again
A/N: took me long enough. Yeah I know there are people waiting for this. This chapter was kinda dark again…. But what can I say. I love angst. So I'll get to my thank you's and then go start the next chapter. BTW… I will credit all the songs, artists, and albums I use at the end of the story.
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