Monsters In My Head

He woke slowly. Something was wrong. 'Why am I in bed with someone?' Was he staying at the Weasley's? Ron had never been this clingy before. And why was he naked? Harry opened one eye, and was met with a terrifying sight. "What the fuck!"

Draco woke with a start. Being screamed at tended to do that. "Bloody hell, Potter. What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stop me!"

"I couldn't! You hypnotized me or something!"

"I can't do that! You promised me! You promised you'd stop me!" Draco seemed panicked.

"You had your hand down my pants! Did you really think I was going to say no?" Harry couldn't believe this. How did he get himself into these messes?

"Yes, I thought you would say no! Merlin, Pansy's gonna kill me."

"Because you slept with a guy?" Because quite frankly, Harry was freaked out about that enough without Draco's girlfriend knowing.

"What happened last night had nothing to do with sexual preference." Draco felt the need to stress that point. "It's the lovely side effect I warned you about. The magic affects my libido, but not yours. So, it's all your fault that we had sex."

"We...." Harry logically knew what had happened last night, but it just didn't seem real. "You... and I... we...."

"It doesn't mean anything." Draco knew a panic attack when he saw one. "This is all your fault, damn it! You don't get to have a breakdown. What the hell were you thinking?"

"I don't know! Between you and your freaky mind control, it seemed like a good idea."

"I don't *have* mind control powers!"

"You do so!" Harry scrambled out of the bed, taking one of the sheets with him. Landing on the floor, he peered under the bed. "Oh, this is just to much."

"What?"

"Your underwear, it glows in the dark." Neon green snitches glowed in the gloom. Harry started laughing. "I can't believe this. Just when you think things can't get any worse, you end up shagging your worst enemy." The laughter stopped. "We're not doing that again."

"No. Of course not."

"I'd rather have the visions."

"I understand completely."

They ignored each other for two days and on the third it was like none of it had ever happened. None of it. Not the bonding, the shared memories of abuse, nothing. They were back to fighting like cats and dogs and the staff stuck at Hogwarts over the summer was at their wits end. "Perhaps... if we separated them?" McGonagall spoke hesitantly. "We have so long left to go. We cannot them to continue fighting like this. Someone is going to be irreparably harmed."

"I thought maybe being forced to room together would encourage them to get along. It seems I was wrong." They were standing outside the Hospital Wing as Madame Pomfrey defrosted Draco's hands. Harry had apparently learned some new hexes, and as a result had frozen Draco's hands from wrist to fingertip. Pomfrey had assured Dumbledore that there was very little chance of permanent damage. "I'll have Filch open up a second room. Their close quarters seem to be the main problem. If that doesn't help, we may have to send Harry to Sirius and Remus."

"After thirteen years... Don't you think we should give them some privacy?" Lord knows they deserved it after all they'd been through, they deserved it.

"Yes, but if Mr. Potter manages to get himself seriously hurt, they're bound to show up anyway."

"Speaking of Mr. Potter, has he seen anything of relevance lately?"

"Three Ministry workers died last night because Fudge refused to head my warnings." Dumbledore was becoming quite disgusted with the current Minister of Magic. "Harry saw Voldemort give the orders, he even managed to give me names."

"The boy could help us so much, if only they'd listen." McGonagall was as sick of all this as Dumbledore. "He must feel so useless."

"If he has to suffer through such death and horror night after night, they could at least have the decency to listen.
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The longer it went on, the paler and more short tempered Harry became. After blowing up at Dumbledore one afternoon, he'd started shutting himself in his room all day, and at night Draco could hear screams through the thick stone walls. After a few nights of that, Harry actually showed up for breakfast. He looked like a man who hadn't slept in years. "You don't have nightmares." It sounded like the accusation it was.

"No, I don't." Draco refused to feel guilty about it.

Harry took in a deep breath and started rambling. "I'll do anything you want, if you'll make them stop. I can't stand it anymore. I can't see more people die, while Fudge sits around doing nothing! I can't.... I can't!" He sounded ready to cry.

He wasn't going to feel sorry for Harry either. "It'll happen again." Draco made that very clear. "I can't control it. I'm not responsible for my own actions. You give in, and it'll happen again. And you *will* give in."

"I don't care! You have to stop it. You have to make it go away." Harry's voice shook. "Please. I'll do anything, Malfoy. Anything, if you'll just make it go away."

"You're that desperate?" Now this was getting kinda scary. "Is it really that bad, Potter?"

"Oh yes. You have no idea, no idea what he does to people before he lets them die."

Draco didn't want to. "Come to my room, tonight. I'll see what I can do."
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Light spilled into the room and woke Harry. Draco's arm was slung over his waist and he showed it away irritably, waking his bedmate. "Going somewhere, Potter?"

"The moon." He pulled on his pajama bottoms. "Back to my room, you idiot. Dumbledore has been known to check on me. I don't want him to know about this."

"Ashamed of me?"

"Yes." Harry was out the door without another word.

Draco propped himself up in bed and stared out the window. After a few moments, an owl fluttered in. "This goes to the Headmaster, my dear." It nudged the letter at him and he recognized the owl. "No." He tore open the parchment. "Damn it, NO!"

End of Part Five
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