This chapter does get pretty dark, but it is part of the story.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy it =)

Harry POV

"Harry have you spoken to Draco at all yet?" Hermione demands to know, as she sits beside me on the sofa in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room.

"No. I've just been kind of avoiding him. Which works because I think he has been avoiding me too." I reply honestly.

"Well you should talk to him, Harry. Something isn't right with him... there is something going on... and it's bad." She pauses, before continuing. "Haven't you noticed how different Snape has been this year?"

I consider her question. "Actually I have. He rarely glares at me in class any more and he always smells like mint and camomile. What is up with that?"

"I was talking to Draco earlier in the library." Hermione admits.

"You what? Why?"

"He approached me. Anyway none of that matters. He seem to be under the impression that Snape's drastic personality change is related to possession."

"Isn't that what Snape has been teaching us about since school started. About how certain demons or whatever, can possess people on the brink of death."

I could see the light bulb flash on above her head. "Of course." Hermione says, as though the answer is so simple,

I always feel kind of stupid when she has those moments, but it's those moments that have saved my hole more than once. So I don't complain. "If Snape is possessed then why is he teaching us about it? Wouldn't that get him found out?"

"Don't you get it, Harry?"

"No... not really." I don't know how she figures these things out.

"That is exactly why he is teaching us about. No one will ever suspect a he is what he is teaching us about because it is stupidly obvious... and with everything that happened to him in the war any unusual behaviour will just be put down to PTSD or something along those lines."

"Now I get it." I respond feeling my own light bulb flash on. "How do you figure these things out? You're bloody brilliant, you know that Hermione?"

She gives me a smile that says, do you ever really doubt how truly brilliant I am. "I know." She replies.

"So what else did Malfoy say about it." I ask hoping to find out why he sought out Hermione.

"I think Draco has been getting badly treated by Snape. He said that Snape would do or say something that would make him think it was Lucius Malfoy."

"Shit." I curse, with a horrible feeling that is obviously showing.

"What is it?" Hermione asks, sounding very worried.

"Sorry Mione. I've really gotta go." I reply, before running out of Gryffindor with my invisibility cloak.

Draco POV

I am walking down the hall towards Slytherin ready to crawl into bed. When an invisible force takes hold of my hand and begins dragging me in the opposite direction. I get dragged all the way up to the Astronomy Tower when the invisible force reveals itself.

"Potter?" I spit. "What? Why did you drag me up here?"

"We need to talk... about the other night?"

"You mean when you kissed me and ran off. No need, Granger already explained everything." Potter's face grows red with embarrassment and I can't help but smirk at the sight.

"Okay. I think I'm gay." He confesses. Although I have no idea why he is confessing his secret to me.

"I know. Your friend also mentioned the excitement you got in your dick when you kissed me. What I don't know is why you are telling me this." I answer furrowing my brow.

"Because... I don't know. I hated the way I left you that night."

"Then why did you?" I retort. "Do you have any idea how cheap that made me feel? I deserve to know why you kissed me and then ran off without so much as an apology or a goodbye."

"I'm sorry, but if Hermione already told you then why do I hav-"

"Because I want to hear it from you!" I demand.

"I ran because I like you. Okay!" Potter screams back. "I Harry Potter like Draco Malfoy and it terrified me."

Instead of making some snide comment I decide to be honest. For right now anyway, the second we are back in the halls the wall is going back up. "Don't you think I was scared? I'm enough of an outcast as it is. If it got out that I'm a fag... let's just say things will become anything but easier."

"You are not... that word. Your a strong, smart, mysteriously wonderful person. That's probably why I like you." Potter compliments.

I don't know if it's because of the encouragement I'm suddenly getting first from Pansy, and now Harry. Maybe it's because I like him too, but all I want to do is kiss him again. However I am able to restrain myself.

"I know this might be a crazy request, but do you want to be... together... like boyfriends?" He asks avoiding eye contact.

My silence lingeries and he looks up at me with that dopey, awkward smile. I walk up to him and plant my lips on his. He gently pushes me against the wall and stops.

"Is that a yes?" He asks me panting.

I kiss the side of his mouth. "Yes. That's a yes." I reply, pulling his head towards me so our lips are mashing again. Once again our tongues are rolling between our mouths and I can feel he likes it too. However he abruptly pulls away again, but this time he isn't running off. "What's wrong? Why are you stopping?" I ask, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"Nothing. This is great." He replies. "But this isn't why I dragged you up here. Hermione told me about your conversation in the library. The part about Snape."

"Oh." I say sliding down the wall to sit.

Potter sits down beside me and takes my hand in his. "She told me about your theory that Snape is being possessed by your father. As it turns out your theory might be spot on."

"Okay." I don't really know to feel let alone respond to that. "What is your question? As I know you have one." I ask, not really wanting to hear it.

"The other night before the whole me kissing you and running off thing you told me that Lucius used to abuse you. If Lucius is possessing Snape... has Snape ever hit you?"

I knew I wasn't going to want to hear this. I sigh and let go of his hand. "Yes. But before you get up on your heroine, high horse. I've dealt with my father all my life, so I can deal with it."

"I've seen how he hurts you." Potter admits. "At least in Voldemort's presence. I've felt the beatings and the crucio curse."

Feeling annoyed at the breach of privacy, I stand and am about to leave, but I turn back. "You used your telepathic link with Voldemort to spy on me. That was private, my secret."

"It's not my fault." Harry defends. "I couldn't always control it."

"What else did you see?" I ask, but the look on his face confirms my fears. As I turn again to leave Harry stands and grabs my hand, but I jerk it away. "You bastard." I hiss.

"I'm not the one who raped my son to please the dark lord's sick fetish." He throws back.

"Say that again, Potter?" I challenge.

"Your father is the evil bastard for what he did to you."

"Just stay out of my fucking life." I retort weakly. As I make my way down the stairs I hear Harry shout back. "But I am your boyfriend." I just ignore him and head straight for Slytherin.

No matter how hard I try to resist I go straight to my bathroom. So many thoughts running through my head and my father's voice taunting me again.

I told you faggot to stop your insolence. What makes you think Harry Potter would want you? Your broken goods. It is your fault he nearly died in the war. It is your fault that Snape nearly died. You have always been a disappointment Draco. I should have listened to Bellatrix and drowned you at birth.

The echo of my father's words have a lot more sting to them this time. What reason do I really have to stay here any way? To continue getting abused in the halls, to be the boyfriend that Potter doesn't deserve.

I open the medicine cabinet and grab my beloved razor blade. Then I sit on the bathroom floor and roll up my right sleeve. With tears streaming down my face I bring the blade to my wrist and push. As I drag it along the blue vein in my arm, I quickly stop and the blood begins to pour out. It is amazing how much damage can be done with one cut, with the right motivation.

I am beginning to feel cold now as the blood leaves my body to a pool on the floor beside me.

I'm done. I think to myself as everything begins to get fuzzy and eventually goes black.

Poor Draco. But don't worry I promise he will be fine.

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