Take me Home

"Potter..." Draco called Harry's attention.

James stared at Draco and opened his eyes wide when he realised that indeed, the boy looked like a carbon copy of Lucius Malfoy.

"Malfoy?" he whispered.

"You're right about the last name but I'm not Lucius. I'm Draco, Lucius' son."

"Oh. You're Malfoy's son? My God! You look just like him!"

"Yeah, I know. And my mother actually thought I could have been Black's son!"

"WHAT?"

"Hmm... never mind." Draco decided to change the subject quickly, "Hey, Potter, why don't you go to your room and spare us of your nudity? Go put something on, please! The vision of you wearing only a towel is making me sick. Honestly, when I said to you that I felt like watching a striptease, I was talking about Granger's striptease, not yours!"

Harry glared at Draco with a look that said 'yeah, right'. He knew that Draco wasn't serious though, and that he was just saving his ass from James' inquiring about them.

"Like I would ever do a striptease to you of my own free will, Malfoy," Harry smirked.

Draco held in laughter. "Like I would want to watch it."

Harry went back to the bedroom, but not before glaring at Draco one more time.

"You and my son... you're..." James started uneasily.

Draco was still very ashamed about the whole episode with James but he tried to hide it.

"Some would say we're friends, but I wouldn't go that far," Draco drawled. "Potter and I have some sort of agreement, that's all."

"Agreement?"

"Yes."

James glanced at him with distrust. "Does this agreement allow you to wear my son's clothes?"

Draco froze and for the first time since he got out of the room he looked at what he was wearing. It was Harry's famous red sweater, which now stamped the Gryffindor's blazon in it. He held the urge to bash his head on the wall and called himself stupid over and over.

"I had an accident on my way here and Potter landed me some clothes," he said, proud of his lie.

"What kind of accident?"

"I came through a fireplace and my clothes got all dirty. Ugh. It was so disgusting. That will teach me never to use scum's transportation again. I ruined a fine pair of dragon leather boots because of it!"

James smiled to himself. "You sound like Lucius, too. The same snobbish way. I'm surprised you're friends with my son. You're not a Gryffindor, are you?"

"God, no! I'd kill myself if I was. All that bravery rubbish. No, I'm a Slytherin and I'm proud of it."

"A Slytherin in the Gryffindor common room. I don't think that has ever happened before. You say you're not Harry's friend but he must trust you a lot if he let you enter here. In my old days I didn't allow Slytherins students near the corridors of the Gryffindor Tower. I never trusted them and I still don't."

Draco sneered, "Are you sure you're a Gryffindor?"

"Gryffindors are not stupid, Draco. Your presence here does not please me."

They stared at each other and Draco said acidly, "You weren't thinking about that when you kissed me."

"I... I didn't mean to. I still don't think I did it."

"I know. You thought I was someone else. It doesn't excuse you, though." Draco stood up to leave. "Tell Har... Potter that I went to the kitchen to get something to eat." And he left through the portrait hole.

Harry appeared downstairs a little after Draco was gone wearing a black outfit. He looked around searching for Draco but he wasn't anywhere to be found. He glanced at his father, whose mind seemed to have wandered off again.

"Where's Malfoy?" he asked.

"He went to the kitchen." James looked up to face Harry. "Sit down, Harry. I think we need to talk."

"About?" Harry asked defensively.

"I wanted to apologise for yesterday. I had no right to ruin your birthday like that. I'm really sorry. I guess I'm not a good father. You know I'm not well, Harry. I should have stayed at the island. I... to be honest with you I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm... lost. I keep having these headaches and they're driving me nuts."

Harry's eyes flickered. "It's Voldemort's fault, not yours. None of this mess is your fault."

"Maybe I should go back to the island."

"NO! I can't believe you! I've never thought you were a coward!"

"I don't know how to act around you, Harry!"

"Well, neither do I, so I guess we'll have to learn then. I don't think you're as bad as the Dursleys," he joked.

"Sorry about that, too. Sirius told me that they took care of you."

"Yeah, if you could call that care...." Harry sat beside James and after pondering for a while he said, "I want to help you. I don't want to lose you before I even get to know you better. But you have to try, too. You can, you know? You're Godric Gryffindor's heir! We can do this."

James smiled. "Who's the parent around here?"

"You are."

"No, I don't think so." James cuffed Harry's head. "You're much more mature than I was at your age. The man you're turning out to be, Harry... It's amazing. I'm proud of you. Your mother would have been proud of you, too."

For the first time since James had arrived at Hogwarts, he hugged his son, so tightly that Harry almost couldn't breathe. But Harry didn't care. All that mattered was that his father was finally starting to care for him.

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"Remus?"

Remus looked up and saw James standing at his office door. He always felt very emotional when he saw James. He couldn't help it. To him, it was such a miracle to see James alive. James had been his confidante in the past, the best friend a person could have ever had.

"Hi, James. Are you ok?"

"Sorry. We're just worried about you, James."

"I know. Where's Sirius?"

"Someone told him that Draco Malfoy is here and he went to talk to him."

"What for?"

"Sirius has been living with Narcissa Malfoy, Draco's mother. Didn't he tell you?"

"No. I mean, he told me he was living with someone but I didn't know who she was."

"Now you know."

James sat in front of Remus and tapped his fingertips on his knees.

"What's up with Harry and Draco Malfoy?" he asked afraid of the answer.

Remus frowned. "I don't know. Why are you asking?"

"He was at the Gryffindor common room and he was wearing Harry's clothes."

"Really?" Remus looked truthfully surprised.

"Are they, you know... l-lovers?" James asked with difficulty, the mere thought of it sending chills down his spine.

"Why don't you ask him?" Because Remus honestly didn't know about it.

"I thought about it but at the last minute I just couldn't do it. The idea disturbs me a lot," Remus looked hurt by the comment and James added, "Not because Harry likes another boy, Remus, but because this boy may be a Malfoy. I don't like the idea, Remus. A Malfoy, for Merlin's sake! Our families have been enemies for generations. Everyone knows that one shouldn't trust a Malfoy not even if his life depended on it. Do you know this Draco Malfoy well?"

"I've taught him DADA. He was... a difficult kid to handle. Very snobbish and conceited."

"Just like Lucius."

"Yes. He did remind me of Lucius at the time. A lot actually. All I know about him now is that he's a spy for the Order and he came here to warn us about Voldemort's latest plans. He's changed, even though I didn't believe it at first. He's turning out to be a very brave young man. I think Harry trusts him."

"Do you think he loves him?"

"I don't know, James. I've never noticed it. To be honest with you, I've never seen them together."

"Then how do you know that Harry trusts him?"

"Because Harry told me, but that was all he told me. Look, why don't you talk to Sirius? He's closer to Harry."

"I will." James looked down. "What happened to Lucius?"

"He's the same old bastard as he used to be."

"And his son is a spy for the Order. Tell me, Remus, my old friend, why is the world upside down? I mean, a Malfoy spying for the Order..."

"Lucius used to be a spy for our side once."

"He was a traitor all along."

"Not really, James. He snapped when he heard about your marriage with Lily."

James almost fell out of the chair as he raised himself from it. "That's a lie!"

"I don't think so. I know how he felt about you."

"He felt nothing but hate!"

"He liked you, James. In a very weird way, but he did."

"NO!"

"He couldn't handle the fact that you'd married Lily because she used to be a Death Eater."

James covered his face with his hands. "He didn't like me. He just..."

"What? Lusted for you?"

James nodded. "It was sordid. It only happened twice and I loathed him afterwards."

Remus looked at him with a sad expression. "What happened twice, James?"

"Don't make me say it, Remus. You know what happened. You're not that innocent. It was just a fuck."

Remus got closer to James and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It wasn't my fault that he decided to double-cross us." James started to shudder.

"I didn't say it was, James. Lucius never really did anything to deserve your love."

James cuddled next to Remus, desperately needing to feel the heat of another human being.

"I kissed his son," he whispered. "I saw Draco in front of me and I thought it was him. I'm not well, Remus. I feel so lost..."

Remus had tears in his eyes. It'd been a long time since he'd cried for the things he had lost.

"Don't be, James. We're here for you."

"I don't want to hurt Harry."

"You won't."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I know you, James. You'd never hurt Harry."

"Does Harry know about Lily?"

"No. We never told him."

"Good. Don't ever tell him, Remus."

"He should know, James. If he finds out about it later it could be a disaster!"

"He won't find out. Just make sure that slimy Snape keeps his mouth shut!" James kissed Remus' forehead and disentangled himself from his best friend's arms. "I'm tired now. I think I'm going back to bed."

As he left, Remus buried his hands on his hair in despair. When had he turned into such a liar? He had lied about his real feeling for Sirius; he had lied to Harry about his parents' past; he had lied to James about his real condition... He couldn't handle the pressure anymore. After so many years holding back the tears, he let them flow freely. He barely noticed someone entering his office and holding him tightly. To his surprise, it was Sirius.

"Did you hear our conversation?" he asked.

"Yes."

"All of it?"

Sirius nodded.

"We're so screwed, Sirius."

"I'll talk to James. I'll tell him everything so you don't have to omit things to him anymore. I know how much you hate doing that, Remus, because to you omitting something is the same as lying. I'll tell him about his soul, Voldemort and Lucius Malfoy. Dumbledore told me that I could. But I won't tell him anything about Harry and Draco because that's something between father and son."

"Be careful when you tell him, Sirius. He's too fragile."

"I know. Now wipe these tears away 'cause we have guests today."

"Really? Who?"

"Giants," Sirius said with a mischievous look.

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All of the staff gathered outside to see the arrival of the giants. It was a once in a life experience that no one wanted to miss. Even James came out as well, having Madam Pomfrey to keep an eye on him. She showed contempt for the others curiosity, implying that the giants' arrival wasn't some sort of a freak show, but she too was unable to take her eyes off them when they finally came to sight.

Dumbledore warned the crowd one last time that they should not talk to the giants unless they talked to them. Giants were very moody and they should be very careful with their words and manners.

When they finally arrived, they saw Hagrid walking in front of them. Hagrid had been responsible for the meeting and he looked quite happy and proud of his achievement. At his side was his mother - the shortest of the women. None of them looked happy though. They looked rather distressed for they had travelled many miles to be there.

"Artemis!" Dumbledore said with a grin, greeting the giant leader.

"Dumbledore," echoed the loud voice of the tallest of the men.

Harry and Draco covered their ears at the sound and Snape shook his head in disapproval.

It had taken two years to convince them to come to Hogwarts and join the Order. Now, it'd take at least a month to persuade five of them into staying and guarding Hogwarts. They were moody but not as dangerous as the Dementors, which pleased Dumbledore. Not only that, but they could keep an eye on the Forest as no one else could. Their eyesight allowed them to view long perimeters so if someone started an attack through the Forest, they would know before anyone else.

The lunch was served outside because the giants couldn't fit inside Hogwarts.

Draco and Harry got bored long before the others and they snuck out after an exhausting hour of chit-chat. By then, Artemis had been softened by Dumbledore's sympathy and as he laughed, the ground trembled a little.

James was the only one who saw his son and the Malfoy boy whispering in each other's ears and heading off to the castle. Was he going insane or had he really seen them holding hands? He shook his head, thinking that he was insane. He'd suffered so much because of Lucius and it'd be too ironic if Harry was in love with Draco. Harry should know better than to trust a Malfoy. He thought about following them but Harry would hate him if he did that, so he decided to talk to him later on. He hoped that the boys were only friends and nothing else.

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"That was... interesting," Draco remarked as they walked through the corridors. "I mean, they're not that bad and... they're actually kind of... boring."

"Big."

"Yes."

"Do you want to see something else that is big?" Draco suggested with a seductive tone of voice.

Harry smiled. "I see it everyday when I take a shower."

"I'm not talking about that, you perv! Besides, yours is not that big."

"You've never complained about it before." Harry enlaced Draco from behind and kissed his face gently.

"That's because I'm a gentleman."

Harry bit Draco's earlobe and stroked his stomach over the red sweater. Draco moaned in delight.

"Really?"

"Yes," Draco whispered, his head falling back and exposing his neck to Harry's kisses. "But don't worry. You're still young. It'll probably grow a few inches more."

Harry pulled away. "Are you serious? Do you really think that little Harry is... little?"

He looked so adorably insecure that Draco couldn't help but laugh. He knew that that was a terrible mistake but the urge to laugh was stronger than himself. Harry felt ultimately outraged by it and he turned to leave but Draco pulled him back into his arms and kissed him.

"Did I ever tell you that you're beautifully naive, Harry?" Draco said, his eyes shining deeply with amusement.

"Yes, once. Just a little before I did my striptease for you, which by the way, you enjoyed!"

"Oh, yes, I remember that day quite well."

"Did you have to tease me like that in front of my father?"

"I wasn't teasing you. I was just trying to fake the animosity between us. Like in the old days."

"You don't think I should tell him about us then?"

"I don't think your father is ready to hear about it, Harry. He's..."

"Weak, lost, disturbed... Pick one!" Harry said bitterly.

"I'm sorry, love." Draco rested his forehead on Harry's. "But the good thing is that he still likes my father otherwise he wouldn't have kissed me."

"Right. That damn kiss..." A shadow fell upon Harry's features.

"It wasn't that much of a kiss... it was more like a brush of lips and not even that much!"

"I know what I saw, Draco. And I don't want to remember it ever again. Eew. You and my father..."

"All right. Let's bury it forever!"

"Did you feel something?"

"Of course not, Harry. I was just fascinated by the way your father's eyes were shining because that was a proof of his love for my father. I didn't feel anything except awkwardness!" Draco decided to omit that James was a handsome man though. He had the feeling that Harry wouldn't like that remark. "Now, let me take you to a hidden place that I discovered on my way to the kitchen this morning."

"There are no hidden places in this castle that I don't know of, Draco. I have the Map, remember?"

"I don't think you know about this place, Harry."

"It's impossible."

Draco fumed. "What? I'm not good enough to be a marauder then?"

"It's not that, Draco, it's just..."

"It's not just the stairs of this castle that moves, Harry. Some rooms move as well. Maybe this one appears once every decade or something. Who cares? What matters is that I've found it, it's brilliant and I want you to see it. If you don't want to then..."

"Calm down! You've got a temper, do you know that?"

Draco frowned. "That's it. No sex for you today." And he walked away.

Harry was torn between amusement and anger, and after a while he decided to follow Draco.

"Drama Queen," he muttered.

"Right. I'm the one who is insecure about the size of my d..."

Harry covered Draco's mouth with his hand. "Shush. Do you hear something?"

Draco muttered a curse and shook his head. Harry took his hand off Draco's lips, who punched his arm.

"Ouch!" Harry complained, stroking the place where Draco had punched him.

"Never do that to me again!" Draco pointed the finger at him.

"I thought I heard steps coming from behind us."

Draco looked around and saw nothing. "And I think you're mental. There's no one here but us."

Truth to be told, Harry had always hated the dungeons. It was an extremely dark, cold and creepy place. Even Snape had moved out of his quarters to another place because that gloomy environment wasn't good for Erin's baby. There was no one there except for the house-elves and a very big and ugly troll that was wondering around the corridors looking lost. Wait a second... Harry opened his eyes wide. A troll?

He poked Draco, who stared at him with irritation.

"WHAT? We're almost there, Harry."

"A troll."

"A what?"

"A TROLL! THERE'S A TROLL HERE!"

"You're delusional, Harry. You must be spending too much time with your father and..."

"He's behind you..."

"Yeah, right. Like I'd fall for that!" Draco heard a loud grunt behind him and froze. "Is there really a troll behind me, Harry?"

"Yes." Harry couldn't take his eyes off the immense lump of a creature.

Draco gulped. "Ok. Don't panic. We can handle a troll."

The troll grunted louder and raised his club to strike them. The club descended upon them and Harry jumped on top of Draco to protect him. They rolled on the floor before it could hit them. The impact of the club destroyed a wall and the sharp rocks flew away through the room, almost hitting them.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" shouted Harry, making the club float on the air and land on the troll's head.

The troll looked stunned for a moment, and then he fell on the floor.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked Draco.

"Yeah. Is he dead?"

"No, I think he's just passed out."

"FUCK! And all you had to do to knock him out was a rising up spell?"

"It worked for Ron on our first year." Harry shrugged.

"Now I'm really depressed."

"Are you really all right?" Harry asked, worried.

"I'm fine, Harry. And you?"

"I'm fine, too."

Draco noticed a small cut on Harry's cheek and gasped. "No, you're not! You're hurt, Harry!"

"It's nothing Draco."

"But it's bleeding!"

"You're overreacting."

"We should go to Madam Pomfrey. And we should tell someone about the troll."

"No need to worry. Let me handle it," Filch said appearing out of nowhere and scaring them. "You can go now."

Draco and Harry stared at him with suspicion but went away nonetheless.

"Do you think he's the one responsible for the troll?" asked Draco after a while.

"No, he doesn't have the guts to do it."

"But wasn't kind of weird the way he appeared all of a sudden?"

"Yes, but... I mean, Filch? He couldn't have done it. He's a squib."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Harry made Draco stop walking and stroked his face. "Do you think that someone let the troll in on purpose?"

"I don't know. It's not possible. All we have here are allies."

"It was just a coincidence then?"

"I think so, Harry. He must have got in through one of the Hogwarts tunnels."

"I thought those tunnels were magically protected."

Draco sighed. "They are. But maybe he found a gap somewhere."

"This is not good, Draco. If he can find a gap - and he's a stupid creature - so can a Death Eater."

"No more hidden room, then. No more cuddling either... We should talk to Dumbledore."

"Yeah. Right now."

They started walking again.

"But first you should take a look on that cut!"

"I'm fine."

"Harry..."

"Don't make such a fuss about it. What was in that hidden room anyway?"

"Books. Thousands of old and dusty books. And there was the Gryffindor blazon on every shelf."

Harry stopped dead. "WHAT?"

"I think it was Godric Gryffindor's library."

Harry stared at him as if he was dealing with a lunatic. "You talk about it as if it was nothing! Merlin! You found Godric Gryffindor's library? I can't believe you, Draco! Why didn't you tell me before? Dammit! What if it only appears once a decade? We should go there right now!"

Draco looked embarrassed. "I wanted to give you a surprise. I gave you nothing for your birthday so... But we can't go there now, Harry. We have to tell the others what happened. I mean, it's damn ironic that at the same day the giants arrive to guard the Hogwarts' grounds, a troll sneaks in through a tunnel without being noticed."

"Ok." Harry sighed in defeat. "Let's talk to them first. Then we'll come back to find that room!"

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Later on, while the adults discussed the troll, Draco and Harry went back to look for the room but couldn't find it anymore. Harry was extremely disappointed by that, while Draco kept cursing himself under his breath about the troll fiasco.

Draco still couldn't believe that Harry had been the one who stopped the troll and not him. He had trained so much over that month only to panic at the first sign of danger. Harry had protected him, not the other way around. He'd failed.

"Maybe we should ask Dobby about it," Harry suggested. "How did you find it anyway?"

"I stumbled and fell right into that wall. The wall was just an illusion though."

"Didn't you say something when you fell? Like a password or something?"

"I don't know. I don't remember."

"Dammit."

Harry tried a few spells but nothing worked. Meanwhile, Draco had slipped to sit on the floor. He'd failed with Harry and he was feeling really depressed.

"What's wrong, Drake?"

Draco had been so immersed in his own thoughts that he hadn't even seen Harry kneeling beside him and holding his hand.

"I've failed, Harry. I did nothing against that troll. Nothing! Even Weasley knocked one out once."

"It doesn't mean you've failed. He took us by surprise."

"That's not an excuse. Or do you think that the Death Eaters will warn us before an attack?"

"Well, no, but..."

Draco shook his head. "No buts. I've failed. I'm a useless piece of shit!"

"You're not, Draco. And I'm sure you'd have thought of something if I hadn't cast that spell on the club."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know that you'd have protected me with your life, Draco. I know you wouldn't let me get hurt."

"But you did get hurt!"

"It was only a scratch!" Harry came closer to Draco and looked deeply into his eyes. "You're very good, Draco. I know you won't lose any duels when you see yourself face to face to a Death Eater. You're an excellent dueller. I think the reason why you didn't attack him faster than me was caused by the trauma you have for any creatures of the forest."

Draco remembered the time when his father left him all alone in the Manor's forest. He'd been lost and scared to death at the time. Of course, he was only a child back then. But that trauma didn't excuse his actions at all. He stopped thinking about it though when Harry's lips captured his. He enlaced Harry and brought him closer.

"Let's enjoy the time we've left to be together," Harry whispered against his mouth.

"Ok." He took Harry's hand in his and led them to the Gryffindor tower for one last snog session.

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Draco landed on the floor of the third floor room of the Manor and cursed. He wasn't only pissed by the dust on his - actually Harry's - clothes but rather with the fact that he had to leave Harry once again to go back to his lifeless Mansion.

"Are you wearing a Gryffindor sweater?" came the voice of Lucius from the shadows, scaring the hell out of Draco.

Lucius frowned. "Would that make any difference?"

"Yes! You wouldn't have scared the shit out of me!"

"You should learn to always be prepared for the worst, Draco."

Draco sighed as he remembered the troll fiasco. "Yeah, I know."

"No, I don't think you do! What if it was someone else expecting you? An enemy, just waiting to stab you in the back? You'd be dead by now!" Lucius fumed.

"Like you'd care!" Draco shouted back, too tired to play the obedient son.

Lucius' eyes flickered. "You're my only heir."

Draco sneered, "And that's why you care? Because I'm your bloody heir?"

"Apparently, things didn't go well between you and Potter or you wouldn't be in such a bad mood. What happened? Has he already found someone else to replace you?" Lucius sneered.

Draco rolled his eyes. "No, he hasn't. Harry and I had a wonderful time together. It was something else that pissed me off. Like a troll set loose on the dungeons. Harry saved me from almost having my head lopped off. I've spent a month in that awful camp and I couldn't handle a goddammed troll! That's why I'm in such a bad mood! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to my room."

Draco left the room before his father could react properly. Lucius followed him.

"Don't be so harsh on yourself. I'm sure you did your best."

Draco had never expected to hear his father say something like that to him.

"I can't believe you just said that," he said, astonished. "I mean, every time I've told you that I had tried my best, you'd always said to me that trying wasn't an option. That I should succeed at all costs."

"That's because life hardly gives us a second chance, Draco. Sometimes you only have one shot to make things right... only one... and it doesn't matter how hard you've tried if you've screwed up in the end."

Draco could really use a hug but he knew that that was too much to ask of Lucius.

"Have you talked to Dumbledore?" Lucius asked, regaining his cold posture.

"Yes."

"And you told him everything."

"Yes. He told me you were a spy once." Draco stared at Lucius, searching in his countenance some trace of emotion.

"Did he? Well, I don't even remember those days anymore."

"Why did you never use that fireplace? Why didn't you tell Voldemort about it?"

"That's not of your concern," Lucius flinched.

"Oh, yes, it is. That can be dangerous!"

"I'm sure Dumbledore put someone to guard it. To be honest, I didn't even think it was functioning anymore." Lucius shrugged.

"I don't buy that. But the fact that you've never told anyone about it could be a good sign."

"Don't dream, Draco. We've had this conversation before."

"I won't lose hope!"

Lucius shook his head. "Did you see him?"

"Yes. He still loves you, you know?"

Lucius looked at him as Draco had gone mad. "Still? He never loved me, Draco."

"He kissed me."

"WHAT? The bloody bastard!" Lucius seemed outraged and Draco saw that as a good sign. "I'd be glad to finish him with my bare hands!"

"He was in some sort of a trance. He thought I was you. He called your name." Lucius didn't seem to believe him but Draco went on anyway, "He has terrible headaches. He's very weak, even though he doesn't seem to be. He's not himself because a part of his soul is in Voldemort's wand. And he'll die if we don't destroy Voldemort soon."

"I don't care. He's been dead to me for a long, long time."

Lucius turned to leave the room but Draco stopped him.

"What happened between you and him, father? Because whatever it was, it's not over yet."

Lucius didn't want to remember the past anymore, but he felt like he had to say something and who knew? Maybe he'd crush some of Draco's dreams that he - Lucius - would turn out good someday.

"There was only lust between Potter and me. I fucked him twice. He was under Imperius and he claimed that I raped him. Is that enough to you, Draco? Or do you also want to hear the details of my sordid affair?"

"I don't believe you. You wouldn't do something like that."

"You don't fucking know me, Draco! There's nothing good about me!"

"That's a lie! One of our house-elves told me that you only locked my mother in the dungeon for a day. The same day that I was here. You did that because you wanted to blackmail me. But the fact was that you didn't torture her, and you tried to make her eat something, even when she was locked in her room, but she refused. You'd locked her up in her room, not in the dungeon as you wanted me to believe. And then you helped her escape, because you knew Black was here to take her away and you never had any intentions of hurting my mother."

"I'd have turned her in to Voldemort, Draco. Don't think I wouldn't!"

"Well, you didn't."

"And what does that mean, Draco? Absolutely nothing!"

"All I know is that Voldemort will try to kill James again and you should do something to prevent that. You said that life hardly gives us a second chance to make things right. Well, here is yours! Take it, dammit! Save him!"

Lucius breathed hard. "It's useless talking to you. You only listen what you want to hear it! Haven't you heard what I said? He hates me. I put him under Imperius!"

"You might have done it, but not to have sex with him. I know you. You'd only have sex with him if he wanted to on his free will. You're too proud to force anyone. Just like I am."

"Don't be so sure."

"Fine. Have it your way, then. Be a bastard for eternity!"

"Mark my words, Draco. One day Harry Potter will betray you and you will feel so broken that you'll want to hurt him. Badly. And then, my son, you'll finally realise why you're a Malfoy."

It sounded like a premonition, and the scary part was that Lucius was usually right. Draco refused to believe him though. And for the rest of the night, he tried to convince himself that Harry wouldn't do anything to hurt him. Harry loved him. Right?