This chapter is a little intense, but thank you for sticking with it.

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Hermione POV

I've spent all day in the restricted section of the library trying to find another way to get rid of Lucius Malfoy. Every book says the same, that the ghost must accomplish their unfinished business in order to move on. The problem is, we don't know what Lucius' unfinished business is. Other than becoming the next dark lord, but that is not going to happen. What do we do? There is a quidditch match on this afternoon. Which is why I came to the library before classes. I won't get another chance otherwise. We need all the help we can get.

"Mione?" A familiar voice whispers.

"Over here, Ron." I whisper back.

He sees me and quietly moves towards me, sitting down beside. "Any luck?" He asks.

I sigh. "It all says exactly the same as Sir Nicholas and Moaning Myrtle. Lucius must accomplish his unfinished business."

"What the bloody hell is it?"

"I wish I knew." I pause for a moment as a thought enters my mind. "We could... no... it's stupid."

"What? What is it Mione?" Ron urges.

"We could as Lucius what his unfinished business is."

"Are you mad? That'd be bloddy suicide, that would!"

"I know, but what other choice do we have?"

Ron consider my question before responding with another question. "Okay. How do you reckon we go about asking him?"

"I don't know yet. I can come back tonight, after the quidditch match and see what I can find."

"No!" The redhead orders. "You've been in here every opportunity for weeks. You're exhausted. You need to rest love. There's always tomorrow."

"But every minute we waste Lucius could be doing God knows what. The longer we take the more at risk we all are, especially Draco."

Ron takes my hands in his and flashes me a weak smile. "Malfo- Draco's strong and he has Harry. And if it's that bad I can always have a look around tonight."

"Do you even know what to look for?" I ask, furrowing my brows. He returns my question with a guilty look that makes me laugh. "I'll come tomorrow, after breakfast. After all tomorrow is Saturday."

"That's my beautiful girl." Ron smiles, pulling me into his arms. I hate to admit it, but Ron is right. I am exhausted. And I won't find anything if my brain can't function. I know we fight a lot, but we are good for each other. "Come on you. We better get to class or old bat McGonagall will go ape."

I put the books back on the shelf and we both sneak out of the restricted section, heading straight for out first class. "Who's playing today?" I ask, Ron.

"Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, I think."

"Is Luna playing?"

"I think so."

"In that case I hope Hufflepuff have been practising."

"Yeah. I nearly choked on air when I first saw how good she was on the field. Who would of thought Luna Lovegood had so much fire in her."

"Ron..." I begin, raising an eyebrow as we turn a corner. "You did choke on air."

As we enter transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall meets us with an unamused look. "And where have you two been? You're late." She demands to know.

"Sorry Professor. We were in the library and I guess we lost track of time." I answer.

"Quite. As this is an unusual occurrence for you Miss Granger, I shall let you off with a warning. However Mr Weasley, this is the second time this week you have been late to class. !0 points will be taken from Gryffindor." The moment she says it all the Gryffindors in the room begin to moan and groan. "Quiet down. Miss Granger and Mr Weasley, would kindly take your seats."

We both nod and do as we are asked.

I look around the room to see if Harry made it to class in time. Unfortunately I don't see him. Draco is absent too. "Did you see Harry this morning?" I whisper to Ron.

He shakes his head. "His bed was empty and clean. I don't think he had slept in it at all last night."

"He did seem pretty flustered after he talked with Myrtle last night. I wonder what she said?"

"I don't know Mione, but I bet you ten quid it had something to with Draco."

"You might be right there, Ron. Harry and Draco have failed to show up."

"Yeah, well if that ferret has done anything to hurt Harry, he'll regret the day he was born."

Professor McGonagall gives us both stern glare, telling us to be quiet and listen. So we oblige.

Draco POV

It's Hogs-Prom, and Harry is in a stunning black suit that makes him look like James Bond. I am in the suit Snape got me, it is also black with an emerald skinny tie that makes me look quite dashing. If I do say so myself.

"That tie really brings out your eyes." Harry compliments me. "It makes you look rather dashing."

Like I said... dashing. I don't think I could be any more happy than I am right now. "Not so bad yourself, Potter." I reply, with a coy smile. He responds by lightly kissing the corner of my mouth, which makes me a little weak at the knees.

To think I was so nervous about us going to this together. Hogwarts isn't exactly accustomed LGBT relationships. However this is perfect. Our friends are supportive and no one is saying anything as we dance together. Harry holds me in his arms as we sway to Iris by the GooGoo Dolls. "This is our song." The Gryffindor says.

"I didn't know we had a song?" I smile back.

"Well we do now." We both lean in for a kiss, but before our lips can meet I find myself falling to the floor of a dark, but familiar room.

I stand up and look around the room. I knew I recognised it. This is the room in Malfoy manor we used to hold death eater meetings. The same room I was forced to all those meetings with my father and Voldemort. Suddenly I have a very bad feeling. Knowing I'm in danger if I stay here I head for the door. Just as I reach for the knob a familiar hiss causes me to be paralysed with fear. "My dear sweet Draco. Are you leaving so soon? The show has barely even begun."

"What fucking show might that be?" I spit back, turning to the evil skeleton that stands before me.

"Oh my dear boy, your father hasn't even arrived yet." Voldemort replies, bringing his bony fingers to brush against my cheek. The fear kicks in again and I flinch. He gives me a sad look, that I know is bullshit. He hiss again before speaking. "Why are you so hostile Draco? You are normally more submissive."

I know that in order to get rid of the skeletons in your closet you need to face them, but I'm not sure I'm ready for this. However if I don't I might regret forever. I return Voldemort's bullshit frown with a fiery glare. "You are the fucking reason for all the shit that has gone down in my life. It's your fault I'm hostile. It's your fault that I have to cut myself to feel something. It's your fault I tried to kill myself and I sometimes wish I didn't fail, and it's your fucking fault I'm gay." It really does feel good to stand up to him. Even if I am terrified inside.

For a moment I think I may have won, that is until Voldemort pins me against the wall with his wand pointed at my throat. "How dare you speak to me that way! You wanted everything you got, you little shit."

I stare into his cruel lust filled eyes. "What are you waiting for, Tom? Go on end my misery, let it be the kindest thing you do to me." His mouth curls into a twisted grin. "Go on, say the magic words." I challenge.

"You will get your wish soon enough my dear boy. You will get your wish." Just as he finishes, a shadow appears behind him. "Ah... Lucius. What perfect timing." The shadow steps forward and it is indeed my father.

I don't like this at all, because I know what comes next. Voldemort steps away from me and I take this as a chance to get away. Once again I head for the door, but I am slapped to the floor before I can reach it. Voldemort tries to restrain my arms, while my father tries to restrain legs. However I refuse to let this happen again, I don't want to hurt Harry. So I fight back with everything I have. I try to get my wand out of my robes, but it's not there. Since I don't have magic, I kick at my father and I try to bite Voldemort so that he can't hold me down. Despite my best efforts my father manages to pull off my trousers. "Lucius, please don't do this." I plead, tears pouring down my face. I already feel disgusted, knowing my pleas are meaningless.

"Let us make young Draco, more obedient." Voldemort sniggers.

"With pleasure." Lucius agrees. He then stands and aims his wand at me. When I stare into the eyes that were supposed to love and protect me, all I see is a cruel hatred that I know is towards me.

"Please father... if you ever loved me, please just... just... kill me." I whimper. If only I could be so lucky. I think I might have gotten through to him as he is lowering his wand. A tear escapes his eye.

Unfortunately Voldemort sees it too. "Lucius, do it!" He orders.

The moment he says it, my father face turn cold again as he raises his wand to me. "Crucio!"

I shoot up screaming, Harry beside me trying to calm me down. I'm not fully aware yet that it was only a nightmare. I bring my knees up to my chest and I look around to find I'm in my bed, in my room. My biggest relief is that Voldemort and my father are no where to be seen. "Draco, are you okay?" Harry asks, very concerned. He gently places his hand on my back, but I flinch.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a stupid nightmare." I reply.

He cautiously wraps his arms around me and I allow him to hug me. "It seem like more than just a nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?"

I consider what I would have normally done. That being tell him no and taking it out on myself later. However I do want to get better, and I don't want to shut him out again. I lift my head up and smile weakly at him. "Okay, I'll talk about it."

"You can begin when you're ready." Harry says, pecking me on the lips.

"It started off as a really great dream. We were dancing at Hogs-Prom. Iris was playing and you said it was our song. It was perfect."

"So what was so bad about that?" The Gryffindor asks, sounding very confused.

"Suddenly I was knocked to the floor and when realised where I was Voldemort appeared." Harry visibly tenses at the mention of his name. I find myself comforting him.

"What happened then?" He asks. Although I don't think he really wants to know the answer.

I take a deep breath and I continue. "He asked me why I was being so hostile towards him, so I blew up and I stood up to him. He didn't like that so he pinned me against the wall and pointed his wand at my throat. I dared him to kill me, but then my father showed up. Then they both tried to restrain me so my father could... defile me. I fought back with everything I could, but it was no use. Eventually Voldemort decided I'd be more obedient under the torturing curse. So my father said the spell. Then I woke up."

"I'm so sorry you had to relive that." The red lion says, with tears running down his cheeks.

I wipe his tears with my sleeve and I shake my head. "Don't be. I stood up to him and it felt really good to face my skeletons. Yeah the whole thing still hurts now, but I know it will get better. I will get better. I have you, Pansy, Blaise and even Snape."

"Well I'm glad you were able to take something good from it. And you do know you have Hermione and Ron too, right?"

I nod. "Hey, what time is it?" I ask, worried we might be late for class.

"It is..." He begins, looking at his watch. "Shit!"

"What?"

"It's eleven O'clock." Harry gasps, scrambling for his clothes.

"Shit!" I agree, running into the bathroom to change. As I leave the bathroom Harry goes for the door. "Harry, wait!"

"What is it Draco? McGonagall is gonna kill us enough as it is."

"Then don't let her catch you walking out of Slytherin." I say, handing him his invisibility cloak.

"Good point." He agrees, as we leave the dungeons.

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