I had so much fun with this chapter ! From the reviews I've gotten so far I'm probably going to eventually go for a Harry/Draco pairing. If anyone has heard of the movie "The Fountain" the music from it is incredibly beautiful. I listened to it to write the last half of this and I highly recommend you so much for your reviews. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter Four:

Regret

"Why did you attack me like that in the bathroom?" Harry questioned. He figured it best to start from the beginning.

"Well let's see. If I remember correctly I was minding my own business when you suddenly popped in and started attacking me."

"You threw the first punch Draco." Harry stated in a very matter-of-fact tone.

"Don't call me by my first name Potter. And so what? I hate you. Of course I attacked you." Draco signaled to the bar tender to get them another round of drinks and set a few bills on the table.

"You must have had a reason," Harry growled. This was getting him nowhere.

"I needed the potion." Draco said quietly, not making eye-contact. Now he was getting somewhere! Harry decided to take another shot before asking him anymore questions. He was going to need alcohol on his side to get the answers he wanted. Draco's hands were shaking slightly, probably from the rush he was getting from the alcohol. How many shots had he taken? Harry had lost track.

"I did it for my father." Draco said simply, staring at the cabinet of alcoholic drinks behind the bar. It felt exciting having Draco actually sharing things with him. Usually he could never get a straight answer out of him. But this was the part where his responses got more and more important. He had to strategically lead Draco in the right direction. Or at least that's how Hermione had put it.

Lost in thought he didn't notice that he had been staring at Draco the whole time until the blond looked over at him and frowned.

"I like alcohol. Stop staring at me." He pouted, his face resembling that of a sad puppy. His cheeks were red from the alcohol and he was slumped over, leaning on the bar with his elbows. It was humorous, seeing Draco looking so…human. He was no longer acting high and mighty.

"Your father?" Harry inquired, hoping to continue the conversation. Lucius was in Azkaban, how was a simple potion going to help him?

"He was going to die if I didn't get the potion." That didn't make any sense! Harry was starting to wonder if Draco was making this up. But he downed his 8th shot and giggled slightly, motioning to the bar tender for more. A feeling of worry came over Harry. As much as he hated Draco he could see where this was going. Pretty soon he'd be drunk and hysterical, and Harry wasn't sure if he wanted that.

"He told me he'd kill my father if I didn't do it. So I stole your stupid potion to make sure I could kill him." What was it? And who was him? Harry shook his head and tore the shot glass from Draco's hand before he could gulp it down.

"Elaborate Malfoy." Draco smiled and swatted at the glass in Harry's hand. Alcohol spilled all over Harry's lap and Draco laughed loudly. Even when tipsy, Draco was still annoying.

"Becaussse, Potter if I don't fucking kill thisss persson then hell fucking kill my fucking dad." His words were starting to slur together.

"Who?" Harry almost yelled, he was beginning to get frustrated. Draco did not seemed fazed by his sudden change in tone.

"Who isss this who?" He chuckled and downed yet another shot. He was trembling now and his face was extremely red.

"The man you said would kill your father! Who are you talking about?" Draco looked at him with eyes filled with madness. The look on his face made Harry shiver. He didn't touch the alcohol the bar tender had just poured for him. It wasn't getting him anywhere.

"How dare you ask that!"

"Who is it Malfoy?"

"Idunnowhatyourtalkingbout!"

"TELL ME DRACO!"

"TELLUWHATHARRRRY?" Harry grabbed Draco's shoulders, knocking against the bar and spilling alcohol all over the both of them. Draco giggled. Infuriated, Harry slapped him hard in the face, as if trying to get him out of this drunken stupor. Draco yelped and tried to hit Harry back but the boy didn't let go of his arms.

"Who is going to kill your dad!" Draco's eyes were getting wider, and he looking terrified as Harry yelled at him. He was losing control.

"WHO?" The next thing that happened Harry had not expected. Draco tore away from his grip and screamed. He grabbed the empty shot glasses next to him and hurled them at the cabinet. The glass shattered into a million pieces and the bar grew silent.

"VOLDEMORTYOUFUCKINGIDIOT." Those words felt like a punch to the face. Harry sat, dumbfounded and silent. Draco screamed again and threw another glass, this time it came inches from hitting the bartender in the face. Enraged, Draco stormed out of the bar and slammed the door behind him. There wasn't a sound in a bar, Harry felt everyone's eyes upon him.

Completely embarrassed, Harry apologized to the bar tender about a million times and rushed outside. He was such a hurry that he forgot to grab his coat. Outside the winter air was no longer refreshing; instead it chilled him to the bone. An icy, howling wind ripped at his figure. But Harry barely noticed the sting of the wind as he was looked around frantically.

Where was Draco? He couldn't believe what he had just heard. He was in over his head. The situation was much more complicated than he had originally assumed. All around him there were snowflakes ripping through the blackness. He was being swallowed by a mixture of black and white, only the dim street lights were there to guide him.

"Malfoy!" He hollered, but his voice was drowned out by the wind. He was running now, running forward and praying that he was headed in the right direction. Highly intoxicated and upset, Malfoy could very well die out here, and as much as Harry hated to admit it, he didn't want the boy dead. He hated him, but he didn't want anyone to die.

He found Draco not far from the outskirts of Hogsmeade. The blond was shivering and extremely pale, he was walking forward, hands hugging his shoulders in a pathetic attempt to stay warm. Harry's heart was pounding and he raced forward, trying to close the gap between them. This was his fault.

"Malfoy stop!" He yelled as he finally reached the boy. His entire body felt frozen from the cold and he knew that neither one of them could stand much more of this weather. Draco turned around suddenly and glared at him. He took a stance as though he was about to draw his wand and attack. Harry stopped dead in his tracks, trembling from the cold and fear.

"GETAWAY!" He yelled as loud as he could above the pouring rain. He looked like he was fumbling for something, his wand perhaps? But he was so highly intoxicated that he couldn't seem to get a grip on it. Realizing that Draco was probably too drunk to attack him, Harry took a few steps forward.

"Malfoy we need to get back to Hogwarts…its really late." He was trying to sound calm. Draco stared at him with wide, bloodshot eyes.

"YOU BASTARD! YOUDONTUNDERSTAND!" His voice sounded horrible. It reminded Harry of the noise a cat made when you stepped on it by accident. Never before had he seen Draco looking this upset. He was a complete wreck. Something about this sudden change in character was terrifying.

He was right though. Harry didn't understand. In fact, he knew very little about this boy, and practically nothing concerning why he was so distraught. He wanted to understand though…that must have counted for something.

"Tell me what I'm supposed to understand." He asked sincerely, his eyes filled with emotion. Without warning Draco reached for his shirt sleeve, Harry jumped back ,expecting the boy to pull out a wand. What actually happened was not what he had expected.

"This."

It was there on his arm. It was wretched, vile, destructive…deadly. The mark of evil. Harry's eyes grew so wide he could have sworn they were going to pop out of his eye sockets. A blackened death-eater mark was tattooed onto the boy's pale skin.

"Oh my go…" He couldn't handle this. Draco had always been his sworn enemy, but now it seemed much more…real. The boy that he had once hated out of spite and rivalry, was now standing before him as a servant of his greatest enemy. He was a death eater. The realization was heart stopping.

Harry's heart beat was thundering in his ears and he couldn't take his eyes off that black mark. He was in too deep…he was drowning. What could he do? Instinctively he found himself reaching for his wand…

"What are you gunna do?Kill me." Draco said with a hiccup and a dark, sad smile. Harry wasn't sure. He didn't know what Draco was capable of in this state, but there was a large part of him that didn't want to find out.

"Well do it then!" Suddenly, before he could react, Draco was running towards him. There wasn't time to think about what would be logical. Draco Malfoy, a death eater, was charging at him with the intention of attacking.

"Everte Statum!" Harry yelled and a huge burst of light exploded from his wand. Draco was thrown back with an overwhelming amount of power. He screamed as he slammed into the cold ground, and immediately blacked out.

Everything became silent as soon as he hit the ground. Harry was left in the blackness, eyes wide with horror as he stared at the boy who was no sprawled out on the ground. His hand was shaking fiercely and he dropped his wand. Tiny snowflakes feel from the black sky. Slowly and gracefully, they began to cover Draco's body. A small line of blood trickled down his chin.

Harry looked down at him, saw the mark still evident on his wrist, and felt tears stinging at his eyes. Voldemort's evil was piercing even the most sacred of places. No one was safe behind the walls of Hogwarts anymore.

He's eyes darted to his trembling hands and the tears started falling down his cheeks. He wasn't even sure if he wanted to be this person anymore. He couldn't be this person anymore. He was hurting, even killing, and every time he did it he felt as though a part of him was dying.

It was so cold. Draco's skin looked as white as the snow that was beginning to cover it. Slowly, Harry knelt down next to him and wiped the snow from his face. It wasn't fair, how Voldemort could take someone so young and innocent and turn their soul into something ugly and evil.

With a trembling hand, Harry reached down and wiped the blood from the boy's chin. Draco's red blood now spread across his hand, he began to sob.

"I'm sorry."

The music I was listening to while writing this made me want to cry so bad. Anyways, I hope you stick around for the next chapter. Poor Harry and Draco. I say both their lives pretty much suck. Its been snowing alot here and it's really inspiring. Please review, I really appreciate them!