CHAPTER TEN: Love vs. Moral Ethics

A/N: I don't own any rights to Harry Potter. Little magic is used and homosexuality, violence, rape and language are used. Don't like it? Don't read it. You've been warned.

Harry's heart began beating as he moved his way to the staircase that leads him to the roof of the school. 'I hope he is still coming…I need to talk to him; it's not a matter of wanting to talk to him. I have to tell him how I feel.' He saw the doorknob at the top of the staircase and he ran toward it with his eyes fixed on the door, hopeful of someone being there when he opened it. For a second, time stood still. He could hear someone from down below him but only footsteps. Harry suddenly became panicked and wasn't sure of what to do. The pounding of his heart had caused him to burst out into an anxiety attack and unsure of why it happened, things got blurry and he was incapable to see very well. 'What's happening to me?' he asks himself. He began falling slowly down the spiral staircase, it was almost as if it was in slow motion. Harry wasn't sure if someone had put a potion in his dinner earlier on that evening but he wanted this feeling to stop. His knees began shaking hysterically, almost as if he was thrashing on the ground. 'Am I having a seizure? It couldn't be the Cruciatus spell…I'd be crying by now if it is and I wouldn't be able to think. It's not even that I'm in pain, I just can't breathe very well and my leg muscles have a slight spasm in them.'

Draco was in bed asleep when he woke up out of a bad nightmare. Unaware of his father's presence at the school, he got up to simply fetch himself a glass of water. 'I had to meet Harry tonight…I guess it would be best if I didn't go but I know he wants to explain it to me.' When Draco turned around, he saw his father, standing ten feet away from him, his eyes radiate with lunacy, abhorrence and disgust.

"Father?" Draco asked. Suddenly, he knew why his father had shown up and why he looked so disturbed. "Oh no," Draco said aloud and starts to walk slowly backwards, avoiding the pulse of his father's glare.

"Father…I can't believe you'd show up like this. What's wrong?" Draco asks with a quiver in his voice.

"You know what I want. I want to know why you'd befriend Potter when you know that I'm trying to get rid of him."

"I can explain…"

"Ha! You sound like one of my death eaters, Draco…Can you explain? Can you really?"

"Father…what's wrong with you?"

"Ask Potter. He's the one in the hallway right now lying on the floor and barely breathing."

"What did you do to him?" Draco asked apprehensively.

"Oh nothing just…decided to pull an old senior prank on Hogwarts by putting a stink bomb in the staircase on the roof." Draco's heart came to a halt, realizing what his father had done by poisoning Harry. "Crabbe and Goyle had come to me. They told me what was happening and I realized that I couldn't let my son become involved romantically with Mr. Potter, let alone with anyone for that matter. Do you think you'll have time for romance and friendship? Do you think that you'll actually experience true love and family values? No. There won't be time for that. It's all silly nonsense. Rumors flying about, you'll want to commit suicide, I'm telling you." Draco made a run for the door desperately trying to find Harry when his father yanked his son down to the floor by his hair.

"You…will not…see that boy again. Do you understand?"

"Dad," Draco said, realizing he's never called his father that before, "you're killing him. You can't do that!"

"I can do anything I please. Now get back to bed!" And on that note, his father leaves bewitching the door and making a lock behind him so Draco is unable to leave his own room. (Therefore, using the spell, 'Alohomora' wouldn't work.) Kicking and screaming and pulling at the lock nearly waking up everyone in his dorm, he realized that even though he may not be able to get out of the room it doesn't mean that people can't get in either. 'If only I can get a hold of Harry…he'd be safe if I could get a hold of him or someone who cares about him enough to carry him out of there…' Suddenly, he recognizes Harry's owl on his windowsill. 'Coincidence?' he thought. Draco got out a quill, parchment and began to write someone, anyone. 'Who would be up by now? Hermione? Ron? Dumbledore? Snape?…Snape!' He began to write at high-speed hoping he could read it.

Snape,

Harry Potter is in trouble. My father poisoned him and locked me in. Please come and unlock my door, please. Thank you.

Sincerely,

Draco

He quickly ties the letter to Hedwig saying, "It's an emergency. Your owner is in danger." Hedwig looked at him with heartbreaking eyes and Draco, for once, felt dismal and pleading in his mind for someone to save his lover. For the first time in his life, he had actually thought of using dark magic to save Harry. 'No,' he thought, 'I couldn't do that…it may help save him but at what cost? Is it really worth the risk?' The longer time had lingered, the more Draco became tempted into using it. The clock went ticking away when Draco could be out of his dorm right now and down there carrying Harry out of whatever place his father had put him in.

Only moments later, Harry heard someone coming and he tried to call out for help but his voice was weak and his throat became numb. Even though he could barely speak, the unidentified silhouette still heard his gasps echo off the walls. The shadow begins to run in the direction of which Harry was laying but before the stranger entered, there was a flick of his wand and whatever smell was in the room had disappeared into the ceiling.

"Potter!" Snape hissed but then his voice became quiet and calmer, "Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure…what happened?"

"Draco's father decided he should have a little visit to the castle without Dumbledore's permission but that remains to be seen. Nobody is supposed to enter the castle after dark unless specifically asked by Dumbledore or another faculty member of the school itself. Trust me, Potter this will be reported."

"I thought you were against this?" Harry asked in confusion.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"I thought you were against Draco and I being together?"

"It doesn't mean I'll just let you sit down here and die slowly. Draco sent me an emergency owl, your owl in fact. I was supposed to go and get him but I thought I'll let him wait it out."

"No," Harry said, "I want to see him now. If he's locked in his room, surely others may enter. He just can't leave. Please…"

"Fine."

They walked up to the Slytherin common room and up to the dorms.

"You may not enter Potter…you are from another house. But…under severe circumstances like this, I guess…you may."

Harry ran up to the dorms and saw several different rooms with three names on each door. He quickly looked for Draco's name and when he found it, Snape said, "I'll leave you two to talk…"

"Thank you professor…" Harry said in an uncomfortable tone. When Draco had answered to Harry's knock, he expected it to be Snape. It was obvious that while Harry was gone, Draco had been crying his eyes out and with one look at Harry; he flung his arms around him, burying his head into Harry's shoulder still crying.

"I'm so glad you're okay," Draco said, "I really thought that…I thought I would lose you."