Thanks for all the lovely reviews! I think when Draco really acts like a teenager it's often because his hormones are still those of a teenager. And because his life is kind of an emotional roller coaster, but that's my fault.

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Dumbledore had called McGonagall through the Floo.

"Good evening, Minerva. Could you please fetch Mr. Potter?" Dumbledore said without much preamble.

"He is not in trouble, is he?" she asked, looking at Draco, who glared back at her.

"Oh no. Don't worry. I'd just like to talk to him."

McGonagall disappeared in the Floo.

"Do we really need him for this?" Draco asked.

"I believe we do."

"Is this because of that stupid prophecy? I'm pretty sure it doesn't mean that he is the only one who can defeat him."

Dumbledore looked at him warningly. "There are certain things that only he can do. When the time comes, you will understand this. Maybe today's task is one we could fulfill on our own, but the next one might not be and then he will need the knowledge and experience he will acquire today to complete it."

"Fine," Draco huffed, still not entirely convinced. The world was a pretty big place - there had to be more than one person able to stop the crazy lunatic.

The fire in the fireplace flared up and suddenly there were no longer two, but three people in the room.

"You called for me, sir?" asked Potter, glancing in Draco's direction.

"Ah, Mr. Potter. What a pleasure to see you."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Can we cut the pleasantries and get to the point?"

Dumbledore looked amused. "Patience is a virtue, Mr. Malfoy."

Draco crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair.

"Harry," Dumbledore addressed him by his first name, "it has come to my attention, that Voldemort's followers are reforming and working towards bringing their master back."

Harry gasped and looked at Draco.

"Don't look at me," Draco raised his arms in front of him, "I didn't have anything to do with this."

"Voldemort has done unspeakable things to ensure his immortality. Mr. Malfoy is helping us work towards making him mortal again." Dumbledore let that sink in.

Harry looked rather pale.

Draco then watched as Dumbledore explained what Voldemort had done and what Horcruxes were. Draco watched in mild amusement how Harry's expression changed from shocked to disgusted to completely appalled.

Then Dumbledore showed both of them a memory form Slughorn. Draco got to see a boy named Tom Riddle asking about Horcruxes. Dumbledore explained how Harry needed to get the real memory. Draco didn't quite get why they were doing all of this, but kept quiet. Dumbledore probably had his reasons.

"What's he got to do with it?" Harry finally asked, motioning his head towards Draco.

"We suspected a Horcrux in the Gringott's vault of Mr. Malfoy's aunt."

Draco reached for the cup on the desk. "Funny, how harmless it looks. It doesn't look like a piece of the evil soul of a psychopath." He threw it in the air and caught it again.

"That's- that's one?" Harry asked, flabbergasted.

"Yep, which leads us, again to the question: How do we destroy it?" Draco looked at Dumbledore. He was growing impatient. He had first asked this question more than an hour ago and had yet to receive anything that resembled an answer.

Once more, Dumbledore did not answer the question. Instead, he pulled a torn book out of a drawer in his desk.

"The diary?" Harry asked.

"What diary?" asked Draco. Things were making less and not more sense.

"Tom Riddle's diary," said Potter, as if it would explain anything. "In our second year, the diary possessed Ginny and made her open the Chamber of Secrets. It was the diary of Tom Riddle, who you know as Lord Voldemort."

"Riddle isn't a wizard's name," Draco mused.

Potter grinned. "He's a halfbood. His father was a muggle."

Draco coughed a few times.

Potter turned from Draco to Dumbledore. "Is the diary a Horcrux, too?"

"I believe so," he smiled.

"So, you have already destroyed one?" asked Draco. "How did you do it?"

"Uhm- a Basilisk Fang."

Draco stared at Potter, mouth agape. "How do you always end up in situations like that?"

Potter just shrugged his shoulders.

"We can't use a basilisk… or can we?" Draco looked at Dumbledore.

"Fortunately, we don't have to."

Dumbledore walked to a glass case and took a sword out of it.

"The sword of Gryffindor," exhaled Harry.

"The what?" Draco asked. This was getting annoying.

"The sword of Godric Gryffindor," Harry repeated. "I used it to slay Slytherin's basilisk back in second year."

"You slayed a basilisk?" Draco asked. "The basilisk of Salazar Slytherin?"

Harry smiled at him apologetically.

"It only shows itself to worthy Gryffindors," Dumbledore explained and Draco rolled his eyes, "and imbibes substances which strengthen it."

"So, one of you worthy Gryffindors can use it to destroy the cup?" Draco asked. "Let's try it."

Dumbledore gave Harry the sword and nodded at him encouragingly.

Harry took the sword and stood in front of Draco, who was still holding the cup. Harry slowly raised the sword and Draco saw how it shimmered in the light of the candles that lit Dumbledore's office.

Suddenly, Draco felt rage overcome him and fill every fiber of his being. How dare Potter take this task away from him when it was Draco who had done all the work? But that's what Potter always did. He let other people do his dirty work. Used them as human shields. It was his fault that Draco's father hated him now. And his fault that Crabbe and Goyle had died during the Battle of Hogwarts. His fault.

He raised his wand and pointed it right at Potter's heart.

"Uhm- Draco? What are you doing?"

"You," Draco growled. He was seething. "This is all your fault! All your fault!"

Potter took a few steps back and Dumbledore got up from his chair.

"You think you are all that but you're not. Chosen one, pah!" Draco spat. "Murderer, that's what you are. A bloody murderer. Killed your own parents. And a coward. And the son of a filthy mudblood."

"Mr. Malfoy," chided Dumbledore, who was now walking around his desk, wand in his hand.

"Shut up, Malfoy," growled Potter, growing agitated.

"No, you shut up! It's always about you! Those mudblood and blood-traitor friends of yours don't even like you. They just want a piece of your undeserved fame! Crucio!"

Potter dropped the sword and dove out of the way and the curse missed him by a few inches.

Draco turned towards Dumbledore. "Avada K-" but his wand flew out of his hand.

"Mr. Malfoy," the warning voice of the headmaster boomed.

But Draco didn't listen, he threw himself onto Potter, punching him and hitting him in the face with the cup.

Then, everything turned black.

When Draco opened his eyes again, he first felt disoriented. But soon he realized that he was in the infirmary. The anger was gone and instead he felt miserable and lonely.

He looked around and noticed Harry Potter standing next to his bed.

Draco groaned and buried his face in his hands. The memories of what he had done came rushing back to him and his face burned in guilt and shame.

"I didn't really try to kill Albus Dumbledore, did I?" he muttered, and mentally added an "again" to his sentence.

Harry chuckled. "I think that's what you were going for."

Draco groaned and sat up to look at Harry. "Aren't you mad at me?"

"Not really. You broke my nose, by the way. Madame Pomfrey healed it, though."

"I am so sorry. For everything. I swear I don't know why I said any of that."

"It's okay. Really. I think it was the cup. The book made Ginny do things she would never do under normal circumstances, too. If I'm not mad at her for trying to kill me, it would be pretty unfair to be mad at you."

Draco sunk back into his pillow. "What happened?"

"I took the sword to destroy the cup, which you were holding. Suddenly you went totally bonkers. Said a few horrible things and then attacked me and then Dumbledore. Dumbledore disarmed you, so you decided to kill me the muggle way instead-"

"God, don't say it like that!" Draco interrupted, blushing.

"Just telling it how it is," laughed Harry. "Like I said, you broke my nose with that stupid cup. Dumbledore stunned you and we had to wrestle the cup out of your hands because even unconscious you wouldn't let go of it and spells didn't work either. Then I destroyed the cup with the sword. It was really weird. It was screaming and bleeding…"

"And then Dumbledore brought us here?"

Harry nodded his head. "Really hoped this would be a year without any visits to the infirmary."

"Ha, dream on, Potter. That'll never happen."

"Yeah, I came to the same conclusion," he sighed. "So, you are on our side, now?"

Draco shrugged. "I guess."

"What changed your mind?"

Draco took a deep breath. "I can't really tell you. Maybe one day, but not today."

Harry's face fell. "That's okay. It's good that you've changed your mind, though."

Draco nodded his head.

"Uhm- I gotta leave now. It's almost time for Herbology…"

"What?!" Draco jumped out of bed.

"Yeah, you kind of spent the whole night here," Harry said apologetically. "See you around."

With that, Potter left. "See you around?" Draco mused. Since when did Potter want to see him around? Especially after he had just broken his nose?

A few minutes later, Daphne, Astoria, Theo and Neville walked into the infirmary.

"Oh my god, it is true," laughed Daphne, "first day back and you're already in the infirmary."

Astoria elbowed her older sister. "Be nice. He got hurt."

"What happened?" asked Neville.

"Aren't you supposed to have Herbology right now?" Draco asked with a raised eyebrow.

Neville shrugged his shoulders. "Like you said last year, Sprout likes me, she won't mind. And we're only doing Bubotubers today." He wrinkled his nose.

Theo laughed. "Damn. We must be even worse of an influence than I thought."

"You guys having a free period?" he asked the others and they nodded their heads.

"Now tell us what happened," urged Daphne.

"Uhm," Draco fidgeted, "I'm not sure Dumbledore wants me to tell anyone."

"Dumbledore," gasped Astoria. "What are you doing with Dumbledore?"

"Ehm-" Draco didn't know what he was supposed to say.

"He doesn't have to tell us if he doesn't want to," said Neville.

"Spoil-sport," complained Theo.

"You can trust us," said Daphne. "We can keep a secret. We didn't tell anyone about Black either."

"Are you helping him do something about You-Know-Who?" asked Theo.

Draco looked alarmed.

"He's dead, why would they be doing something about him?" asked Daphne.

"I've heard rumors… And with what Goyle said today about Him returning…"

"He'll be back?" asked Astoria.

"Shhh, be quiet, guys," whispered Draco. "Yes. Dumbledore thinks He'll return. Pretty soon, too."

He reached for his wand and cast a privacy charm - one never knew.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," Daphne jumped from one foot to the other. "And you're doing something about it?"

"He… He has done something that makes him immortal. We are trying to undo that. Hopefully, by the time he does return, he will be mortal again. But guys, you have to keep this to yourself. Not a word to anyone."

"Of course not," piped Astoria and the others nodded in agreement.

"Can we help?" asked Theo.

"Maybe. But not right now. I'll let you know."

That was enough for them. For now. He was sure that soon they would want to know more.

They spent some time just talking until Madame Pomfrey let Draco leave with them for the second period of that day - Care of Magical Creatures.

TBC

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Greetings from Rumania.

Wrote this on a 3 hour bus ride on my phone