A/N: Sorry about the late update I have been really busy lately and I got a bit stuck on the chapter this chapter, I hope its okay and not moving too fast/slow for anyone.

Disclaimer I do not own the song in this chapter.

Song: The All American Rejects – Mona Lisa


Draco was standing in a dark room in the middle of a closely formed circle of people dressed in black robes faces hidden behind darks masks. One figure stood before him unmasked, skin pales as fallen snow and eyes that burned like fire though slits.

"On your knees Draco, bow before me." Voldemorts voice rang out in the dark room high pitched and menacing. Draco gulped but sank down to his knees keeping his eyes fixed to Voldemorts red ones. "Now bow." Draco did so, removing his eyes from Voldemort to fall upon the dark marble floor below him. "Good boy." Voldemort said coming closer to Draco. "You are much more obedient than Potter was, it's good to see that school can still impart some manners despite the drawback of leadership from muggle loving fools. This I hope is some of your doing Severus."

"Yes my lord." A voice sounded behind a dark mask to the left of Draco making Draco shiver to know that his professor was watching him grovel on the floor like a lowly house elf.

"I am so glad that you are here Draco, it's good to know that there are still some out there of new youthful blood that are willing to follow. What about your classmates?"

"They are willing to follow my lord." Draco said trying to keep the shiver out of his voice.

"Good. Their time will come soon enough, but this is your time now so let's not detract." Voldemort flicked his wand towards the door opening it, signalling the other to leave. They filed out one by one, the final one to leave looked over their shoulder briefly before the doors were magically slammed shut behind her, shielding her from view of her son. "Now Draco I want you to listen to me carefully I have a task for you, a great task and if you complete this I may just spare your family. They have yet to be punished for your fathers failure in June, but if you succeed I will spare them, you understand?" Voldemort whispered to Draco who nodded trying to keep his face impassive. "Good. Now here's what I want you to do."

Draco listened to Voldemort battling between trying to retain the information that he was being given and trying not to show the fear that he was feeling as he realised the enormity of the task at hand, and the fate that would meet him if he did not succeed.

"Could you do that for me Draco?" Voldemort asked. Draco nodded again not daring to use his voice in case it failed him. "Good. Hold out your left arm." Draco did so. With that Voldemort rasied his wand and pointed towards Draco's exposed forearm. Draco felt white hot pain run through him as a black beam of line of magic tied his arm to Voldemorts wand. When he was released from the pain Draco was in a heap on the ground panting, sweat covered and small salt tears glazed on his face. "Go, and don't speak of this to anyone." Voldemort turned and walked into the darkness leaving Draco in the pool of light streaming from the doors as his mother ran forward to bundle her boy up into her arms as he twitched, clutching his forearm in pain.

Draco work up suddenly from his sleep showered with cold seat, shivering. He detached himself from the warm embrace of the sleeping boy next to him. He needed to be alone. He grabbed a jumped from the side and a pair of tracksuit bottoms pulling them on quickly as he walked out of the room. Draco walked though the cold dungeon halls and up the stairs to the great hall. He took his place at the Slytherin table and looked towards Dumbledore's old seat at the head table. Memories of that night flooded his head. Dumbledore standing on the to of the towers, Snape pointing his wand at him, a flash of green light and the sight of his limp body falling down over the side. He had found out later with the rest of the wizarding world that Dumbledore had planned this scene with Snape his trusted follower so as Draco would not have blood on his hands. This only made the pain that Draco felt worse that the old man would gladly lay down his life to save Draco and his family despite who they were and what they believed.

More imaged flashed though Draco's head, the mauled remains of Bill Weasley's face as Ferin Greyback attacked him. the muggles screams of pain as dark curse after dark curse hit them. The small children ripped to shreds for being merely half bloods. Draco's whole body shook. All this he witness and didn't, he wasn't even being punished for his crimes, and nor was his mother as they were never seen actively taking part. It made him sick to think of the injustice of it all. He should be punished, bet even those that should have carried out his punishment on him with or without conviction had welcomed him in and even taken to him as a friend.

The Weasley's, despite all the taunting Draco gave out to them and the attempts that both he and his father tired to make on his lives the Weasley's had still welcomed him into their house for Christmas as a guest. Hermione, who he had taunted so brutally and had hoped would be taken by the monster of Slytherin for being a mudblood, had not only buried the hatchet between them but had convinced Rom to be welcoming to Draco too. And Harry who had even more had even more reason than anyone to hate him had done the exact opposite.

Draco let his head fall and bang on the oak table before him. He needed to be punished; he felt his left arm twitch. Automatically as if on auto pilot Draco rolled p his sleeve on his jumper, he took off the charm that hid his mark away and looked down and the dark mark tattooed there. He raised his wand and felt a burning pain as fresh blood fell from his arm; he cut straight through the centre of the mark, following the still fresh scar that was lying there on his arm. He stopped and put his wand down letting the blood flow freely, panting the room spinning around him as the blood flowed.

"Draco?" A voice called from the entrance of the great hall. Draco started feeling dizzy, he hurriedly tried to cover up his bleeding arm and clean rid the table and floor from the blood that had flowed from his arm before Harry saw. "Draco?" Harry asked again sounding more worried coming hurriedly over to him. Draco looked up into Harry's horrified green eyes before passing into darkness.


Draco blinked against the bright light as he opened his eyes. When the spots of light were gone from his vision he saw the bright white ceiling that could only mean he was in one place, the hospital wing. He heard a small movement to his left. Draco looked over to see Harry asleep in a white t-shirt and black boxers, both items of clothing covered in blood. He closed his eyes again, the events of last night crashing down on him. He never wanted Harry to know, he covered it up so well before never losing too much blood, only going deep enough to scar, but last night the pain was so deep too deep. He wondered if Pomfrey knew how long he had been doing this, and if she did, did Harry know?

"Draco you awake" Harry's soft voice entered his thoughts. Draco held his eyes closed not wanting to face Harry yet. He winced as Harry's hand came into contact with Draco's forearm. "Sorry, I didn't mean to." Harry stammered. Draco knew he had to face him now.

"Don't worry." Was all he said as he opened his eyes.

Harry squeezed his hand comfortingly. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine."

"You don't seem fine; you lost a lot of blood."

"Stupid question to ask then if you already have the answer planned out." Draco snapped. He didn't want to talk about what happened.

"Why Draco, why did you do it?" Harry asked softly ignoring Draco's pervious statement.

"Why do you think Potter?"

Harry's face fell releasing his grip on Draco's hand a bit. "You didn't do anything there is no need to punish yourself."

"Just leave it Harry; I'm not in the mood for your golden boy judgements on who is naughty and who is nice."

Harry was taken aback by Draco's angry tone. "Sorry I didn't mean..."

"And don't fucking apologise."

"Mr. Malfoy do not use that language in my ward." Madame Pomfrey reprimanded as she bustled out of her office holding two bottles of potions in her hands. "Mr. Potter could you please excuse us for a bit?"

"Why?" Harry asked surprised.

"I need to examine Mr. Malfoy here and I would prefer to do it in peace."

"Why can't I stay you have never made me leave before."

"Just go Harry." Draco snapped sitting up and turning towards his boyfriend who looked hurt and confused at Draco's words but stood up none the less and slumped out of the hospital wing. Once he left Draco sighed and fell back on his pillows feeling bad for snapping at Harry.

"Sorry about that Mr. Malfoy but I assumed you would want some privacy for this conversation."

"You assumed correct." Draco sat up again and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"I can't suppose to understand what you have been through but what you have been doing is not the correct way to deal with things. From what I can see this harming has been going on for some time, am I correct?" Draco nodded stiffly. "And from Harry's reaction last night I suppose he has had no idea." Draco nodded again. "Right, well in most situations like these I would suggest you should talk to a qualified professional but in your case I don't see how much good can come out of that."

"So what do you suggest?" Draco asked icily.

"I suggest that you talk to Harry, he most out of anyone would understand what you have been though."

"Anything else other than that?" Draco asked quickly not wanting to talk about this with anyone.

"Well, you can take this, it's an anti-depression potion." She said handing him one of the potions. "It's designed to lessen the pain, take one mouthful a day if need be, no more though."

"Thanks." Draco said taking the potion vial from her and uncorking it gulping down a mouthful.

"Draco between you and me potions can only help so far, it is much better to let it all out, you understand right?" Pomfrey asked disturbed by Draco's disregard of her first suggestion.

"I understand." Draco answered in a monotone.

"Good, you are free to leave then." Draco lowered himself off the bed feeling slightly light headed, but the feeling subsided a few moments after it began. "Here are the potions, they should last you at least a month, after that come a collect more from me. And one more thing I must point out to you that it is against school rules to sleep together on the grounds, though I must say if Harry hadn't woken up when you left you would be unlikely to be here now. Maybe you should not be so hard on him for the time being." Draco nodded sombrely before he walked out of the hospital wing and back to his bedroom.

He walked along the corridors the sleeve of his jumper pulled down over the bandage that covered his left forearm, his tracksuit bottoms flecked with blood. He made it down to the entrance of the Slytherin common room pondering how he was going to explain everything to Harry when he saw the green eyed, raven haired boy sitting crouched down in front of the blank stretch of wall.

"Draco." Harry jumped up as he saw Draco still dressed only in is white t-shirt and boxers which were covered in blood; he was shivering from the cold of the empty early morning hallways. "What are they?" Harry pointed towards the potions bottles in Draco's hands which he promptly moved further behind his back.

"Just some blood replenishing potions that Pomfrey gave me." Harry nodded looking down at the floor not knowing how to act in this situation. "We better get in, it's getting rather cold out here and we have to get changed before school." Draco led the way though the empty common room and up the stairs to his bedroom allowing Harry to shut the door behind them. "You never guess what Pomfrey said to me." Draco said trying to lighten the mood between them.

"What?" Harry asked confused at Draco's amused tone even if it was a bit strained.

"That it's against school rules to sleep together on school grounds." Draco's face broke into a smile at Harry's shocked face.

"How did she know?"

"Well considering that you said that you noticed my bed was empty without me last night I think that gave her a lot to go on."

"She won't tell McGonagall will she?" Harry asked eyes bulging in worry.

"No I don't think she would as been as she told me that it is against school rules to have sex on school grounds."

"So what she told us to go and rent a room in the Hog's head instead." Harry said laughing.

"Almost as good as." Draco laughed too; soon the boys were sitting next to one another on the bed laughing hard.

When the laugh died down between them Harry looked over at Draco. "I thought you promised never to scare me like that again?"

Draco looked down at the floor sighing heavily. "I know I did, and I'm sorry, things just got too much."

"It has only been the times I know about right?" Harry asked brows furrowing in worry.

"Yes." Draco answered with closed off eyes, Harry bit his lip not really believing him. He knew Draco could keep his thoughts and feelings protected well but he hated it when Draco did it to him. He felt vulnerable; his eyes were so easy to read.

"Please promise me this will be the last time." Harry's eyes brimmed with tears as he said this. "I-I-I" Harry took a deep breath and held Draco's hand. "I love you Draco."

A guitar stated to play music that surrounded them.

"Here's another pity there's another chance
Try to learn a lesson but you can't.
If we can burn a city in futures and in past,
without a change our lives will never last.
Cause' we're going fast."

Harry sung looking at Draco's hand all the while.

Harry's eyes met Draco's as he continued to sign.

"You can sit beside me when the world comes down, if it doesn't matter
then just turn around.
We don't need our bags and we can just leave town.
You can sit beside me when the world comes down."

"What can we do better, when will we know how? A man says from a
sidewalk to a crowd.
If we can change the weather, if you want it to yourself.
If you cannot guess we all need help, yeah, I need help."

Draco's throat felt thick, his face breaking into a simile.

"You can sit beside me when the world comes down, if it doesn't matter
then just turn around.
We don't need our bags and we can just leave town.
You can sit beside me when the world comes down."

"We say
We do
The lies
The truth
All I need is next to me."

Draco smiled again entwining his fingers with Harry's feeling the strength and the love that he was giving off making him feel like there was no more hurt in the world.

"Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhh we're going fast."

"You can sit beside me when the world comes down, if it doesn't matter
then just turn around.
You be the queen and i'll be your clown,
You can sit beside me when the world comes down."

"Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhh"

"Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhh."

"Mmmmmmmmm yeahhhhh."

Draco found himself humming softly along with Harry.

"You can sit beside me when the world comes

You can sit beside me when the world comes down."

Harry and Draco looked at each other both slightly confused but the confusion was cut short when Draco kissed Harry in a soft sweet kiss.

"Thank you." Draco smiled and walked to his bathroom to get ready for the school day. Harry smiled at his retreating back before he scooped up his indivisibly cloak and his map before he walked quietly out of the room to get a clean change of clothes from his dorm.


Draco scratched at his bandages again, he knew that he shouldn't be doing it but there was an itchy feeling on his forearm one that he could not get rid of.

"Hey stop that." Harry whispered agitated. He reached out and pulled Draco's hand into his and away from his bandages, McGonagall raised her eyebrows slightly at Harry as he held Draco's hand but did not mention it. It had been two weeks since Harry had found Draco in the great hall; Draco's wounds were healing well but he had managed to open them a few times by scratching at them.

Draco took a deep breath and returned to listening to the class, he was on edge, he needed more of the potion that Pomfrey had given him. He didn't have his usual morning mouthful as Harry had been around that morning and it was agitating him. The feelings were coming back, and worse that he remembered them, he could feel them curling inside of him, things he knew that he should not be feeling, but he could not help feeling like he did. Draco tapped his foot. When was this class going to end? He looked at his watch, thirty minutes. Draco groaned causing a few people around him to look at him in confusion.

"Draco what's up?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear detaching his attention away from McGonagall.

"I'm bored." Draco said shortly.

"I know what you mean." Ron said from behind Draco leaning forward towards the space between Draco and Harry. "It's not like we haven't used this spell before, we already know how to do it."

"Ron we need more than the knowledge of how to use it, we need the theory behind it to pass our exams." Hermione chipped in looking distastefully at her boyfriend.

"Still does not mean that it is not incredibly boring though."

"Mr. Weasley is there a problem?" McGonagall asked turning away from the blackboard.

Ron turned a deep shade of red as the rest of the class turned their heads towards him. "Erm, no Professor."

"Actually Mr. Weasley and I here were just discussing the usefulness of this lesson Professor." Draco spoke up feeling reckless and driven by the dangerous flash in McGonagall's eyes signalling that he was in trouble.

"And what did you conclude from your discussion may I ask Mr. Malfoy?"

"Well professor, Mr. Weasley believes that as we know how to perform the spell already there is little need to be here, but Miss. Granger believes that we need to know the theory of the spell so there is need to be here." Ron glared at the back of Draco's head as the rest of the class looked on in shock at the way Draco was talking to their professor and headmistress.

"Who do you agree with Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco feigned thought. "Miss. Granger does have a point, the theory is needed for our exams, but if we already know how to cast the spell surely the theory comes with that knowledge, well to those that are even slightly intelligent and don't have to read it in a book to be able to learn it." Hermione gasped slightly at the insult obviously directed towards her.

McGonagall looked dangerously angry now and Draco was half regretting his split decision, but then the feeling of needing to get out of this class now and take his potion over whelmed him, he needed to get rid of these thoughts and feelings and this seemed like his only option at this point in time.

"If that is how you feel Mr. Malfoy then leave. You too Mr. Weasley, and anyone else that thinks that this class is pointless to attend." The class held a collective breath as Draco stood up from his seat taking his bag with him.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked urgently pulling Draco back by his sleeve as the whole class watched.

"I'm leaving the class, I think it's pointless so I'm leaving. I'll see you later." With that Draco turned away from Harry and walked out of the room closing the door behind him. McGonagall cleared her throat.

"Anyone else?" The class shook their heads in shock. "Then we may continue."


"What's gotten into Draco?" Ginny asked as they walked down the corridor away from the Transfiguration class room.

"I don't know, he seemed fine earlier." Harry said confused trying to work out at what point Draco's personality had done and 180 degree turn.

"Nothing has gotten into him Ginny he's just gone back to his old self, you know the selfish git that we knew and should have never believed could change." Ron said putting his arm around Hermione as if to comfort her.

"Draco is not like that." Harry defended.

"Harry were you not there? He insulted Hermione, tried to get me into trouble and was rude to a teacher. That has Malfoy written all over it, even from the snide smirk that he used to say it in."

Harry glared at his best friend but could not find the words to dismiss what he claimed, that was Malfoy all over, but it was not Draco. "There has to be something bothering him."

"Well find out what then, until then he's the old Malfoy to me, a git and nothing more." Ron walked off down the corridor away from Harry dragging an apologetic looking Hermione behind him.

"You don't think Ron's right do you?" Harry asked Ginny.

"No, he cares for you, and he wouldn't say those things if something was not bothering him I'm sure, do you have any idea what it might be?"

Harry nodded. "I think I might, I just have to find him that's all; talk it out."

"Then go and sort it out before thing's get worse." Ginny said stroking Harry's arm comfortably before she turned and walked away.


'Where is it!' Draco was digging though his draws frantically. After he left the classroom he had all but run to his room in the dungeons. His room was a mess of clothes, turned over bed sheets and upended draws. Everywhere he looked he still could not find it, his potions vial, where had he left it? Draco grunted in frustration as he slammed his trunk shut.

"Great bloody fucking great!" Draco's mind was muddled he could not remember where he had left it last. He ran his hands though his hair pulling on the ends as if it would help him extract the information that he was looking for. He took a deep calming breath and ran though the events of the last few days to see if it would come to him in an epiphany. Now he thought about it the last week or so had been a muddled mess, divided between disconnected times and those filled with great longing for what had become some part of his life source sometime during the two weeks. Pomfrey had told him that depression potions could become addictive but she never mentioned just how addictive they could become and in such as small space of time.

"Draco you in there?" Draco groaned as he recognised the voice.

"Potter what are you doing here weren't you half way though McGonagall's class?" Draco complained pulling door open to reveal a surprised looking Harry.

"It finished ten minutes ago." Draco looked down at his watch, how had forty minutes gone past without his noticing?

"Right yeah, I knew that." He said defensively when he realised that Harry was looking at him with concern.

"Draco are you okay you have been spacey all week, I don't know whether you are here or not most of the time."

"I'm fine, see I'm here."

"What was that thing with you today, the way you dobbed Ron in it and just walked out of the class, that's not like you."

Draco snorted walking further into his dismantled room. "Not me, Potter have you not been to school with me for seven years, that is me."

"No that's the git I used to know, not you. Draco what has happened to your room?"

"The git you used to know and I are one in the same. I was just cleaning that's all." Harry looked around and the mess that covered the space that they were standing in, this was not Draco at all.

"Can you be serious with me just for a moment and tell me what has got into you."

"Well there's you for one thing." Draco answered placing his Malfoy smirk on his face as he saw Harry's cheeks twinge pink, he needed to get Harry mad enough that he would leave so he could go to the infirmary and get some more potion, the only explanation that he could find from its disappearance was that he had finished the vials that she had given him.

"Draco be serious. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about what happened?"

"Harry I've told you before I don't need to talk about it, I'm dealing with it fine on my own." Draco growled dangerously, Harry had nothing to do with what was going on with him, what was the point in talking about a past that brought back such bad memories for them both.

"Well you aren't doing a good job are you." Harry retorted signalling the room.

"Maybe it's you, have you ever thought of that?" Draco screamed at Harry who took a startled step back. "You are always around; you are always asking me to tell you what is going on with me, why am I hurting so." Draco put on a mocking voice. "Have you ever thought that maybe you are the cause of everything and that's why I don't want to talk to you about any of it?"

"What do you mean?"

"If it wasn't for you the Dark Lord would not have sent my father to get the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries and then he wouldn't have gone to Azkaban. If it wasn't for you I would not have been forced to become a Death Eater to improve my family standing within the Dark Lords ranks. If it was not for you Dumbledore would be alive! If it was not for you the final batter would not have happened, those people would not have died, and my parents would not of had to change sides and be shunned as traitors by both sides."

Harry stood dead still, pale, green eyes burning and for the first time in his life Draco was truly afraid of what might happen next. He had no idea what was going through Harry's head and that worried him the most, Harry was indefinable and never did the expected. Draco had never met anyone as hard to pin down. With Voldemort, though a crazed madman, you could still expect one of three outcomes when you offended him, death, torture or both. With Harry you just didn't know.

Draco waited stone still, mind blank, hand inching towards his wand slightly in case the need to defend himself became vital, he had heard of how Harry's powers could get out of control.

"You're right, why would you want to talk about this with me, I am the cause of everything bad that has ever happened to you. I am the cause of the pain my friends feel from the loss of loved ones; I am the cause of countless deaths, and near endless destruction. I caused this all because some time before I was born someone decided to create a prophecy, a mad man then heard of it and decided that I was the child that would stop him in his so called 'cleansing' of the wizarding world. If I had not done all that you would be standing here rich, influential, loved and adored by all, with no muggleborns or half-breeds dirtying up your society. Muggles would be suppressed and the wizards would rule till they inbred to their extinction. I'm sorry how wrong I was, don't worry I will try not to impact your life anymore." Harry shook his head sadly turning away from Draco and his wrecked room and walked out of the still open door leaving Draco, mouth agape, speechless whishing that he had needed to defend himself rather than being faced with the truth that it was no individuals fault the situation that the world had landed them all in but the work of many hundreds and years of prejudice that doomed them all to a fate that they had little choice or say in.

As this processed Draco's haze that had covered him for over a year lifted. He was not to blame for the terrible things he experienced or his headmaster's death, there was nothing that he could have done to stop it these actions were inevitable and though he played some part in them he didn't carry them out, there was no need to punish himself for something he did not cause. As his body flooded with warmth that had left it long ago his mind brought forward the image of Harry. Oh god what had he done?


A/N: Hope I was okay, and not too many mistakes, as always please tell me if you find anything that I had got wrong. The next chapter will be out soon I hope!! I have a few weeks off so should be able to update a lot quicker than last time, sorry about that!