Until Death

Until Death

Part One

This can't be happening...it can't...no, no, and no! Stop! Stop it NOW! AAAAAGGG!!! Shut the hell up!! Draco slapped himself to get the thoughts out of his mind. It was running wild through thoughts that should not be thought of. God DAMNIT! Shut up!! He slapped himself again to get the thoughts out of his mind. Nothing was working. He looked over his book at his desk and tried to refocus on the book he was reading. He looked at the clock in hopes of distraction. It was late and everyone else had gone to sleep. He stayed up because he had to finish this Astronomy homework before tomorrow. But there were other things on his mind that did not include Pluto or the month of June. Mulling over a crucial matter like this was probably more important than Astronomy homework, but he was not doing well in the class and had to do well on this. How Harry got on his mind was a very mysterious matter.

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It all started when Draco woke up from a dream many nights ago. He almost shrieked out loud into the night when he woke up. Him and...Harry?! What the hell was up with that? He put on some cloths and went down into the common room to ponder about the dream he had. The fire was still glowing a warm red, even in that ungodly hour in the morning. But WHY him?! His mind was doing nothing to help with the insaneness of the dream.

He broke it down into little pieces as he stared into the fire. Alright, so there was the grey witch in front of that log cabin. Then there was fire. Yes, the fire. All around. Then...I saw Harry...lying in the ashes. He actually felt sad in it, like...he was concerned for him. But why in God's green Earth would he be concerned about one of the people who he hated the most...and who hated him just as equally? It did not make since. But there was more to be analyzed. Then I picked him up and carried him out...set him on a table...and cried? What the hell? Why is this so confusing?!? He gripped his platinum hair and started to pull on it. The more he thought about it, the more he got confused.

But why HIM?! Why?! I have no interest in that stupid kid whatsoever!! Oh my God, why is this so damn confusing?! He continued to think about the dream until he glanced over out the window. The sun was just under the horizon. How long had he been up, thinking? He obviously lost track of time. By the look of the sun, he didn't need to be up for another hour. He went back to his bed and tried to sleep. With the dream running freshly through his mind, he couldn't sleep... because he did not want to.

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After the dream, things just snowballed from there. Draco kept insulting Harry daily because he didn't want anyone to think that something was up with him. But secretly, he did not want to. He did not like seeing Harry being hurt by his words...SHUT UP, GODAMNIT!! YOU ARE A MALFOY!! YOU ARE NOT SOFT FOR ANYONE!! DON'T LET HIM OR ANYONE ELSE RUIN IT FOR YOU!! The voice, he thought, was right. Why was his way of feeling for Harry changing? Every time he looked at those emerald green eyes of his, he could feel himself swirling off to a different world where everything was perfect...then Harry would show up then the voice rang in his head- You HATE him, remember? Or have you gone soft, weakling?

The voice almost sounded like his father; his father drilling everything into his head about upholding the family honor, getting prestige among other pure-bloods, and gaining wealth to further ascend the family name. Ever since he was a child, that's all his father ever talked about. His mother never really cared about what his father said to him. The beautiful blonde woman would sit in an elegant chair and slowly fan herself with her elaborately decorated fan and listen to her husband talk of greatness and how Draco should not break it for him. Perhaps she was scared of him, perhaps she agreed. He didn't know. But the voice in his head sounded just like his father. Ringing, ringing everlastingly in his ears, ignoring the new-found affections for his enemy.

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After the constant weeks which felt so long to everyone, the staff decided that they needed a break; a break from everyday school and blah of daily life at the school. Snape was opposed to the idea saying it was "too much of a distraction for the students to handle". But as Dumbledore looked at the weary faces of the students, especially the sixth years, being new to the whole specialized classes, he knew that they needed something to revive them and bring in a new vigor for them. McGonagall would say to Dumbledore how spaced-out the students were in class, and Mrs. Sprout would comment on how poorly even the best students were performing in her class. Snape was the only one who did not mind giving out the bad grades, except to his Slytherins, which he said were doing just fine. Dumbledore thought over giving the students a break from school for a while and decided that they would do it, just so the students could refocus on their work and not look so tired everyday.

Later that evening in the Great Hall, Dumbledore clanged his glass to get the students' attention. They all immediately settled down. Dumbledore never spoke unless it was important. The first-years did not get the picture that quick. The second-years immediately told them to shut up and pointed to Dumbledore. The first-years did not feel like getting yelled at by the upper classmen again, so they kept quiet. Dumbledore cleared his throat and began to speak. "Students," his voice was clear and loud. It was an amazing sound coming from a man of his age. He continued. "The staff and I have seen that the faces in our school look weary and tired. The teachers have notice that even our freshest faces look tired and somnolent. We have seen your grades suffering as a whole. We are also aware that Christmas break is over two month away. So, in order for you all to come back as new, we have decided that you all will take a week off from school to go to a special retreat from school to replenish yourself of your soul." The school broke out in a series of whispers to each other with excitement. "I'm sure you all are wondering who will go there first and enjoy your short vacation first." That was a sign for everyone to quiet down again. This time, the first years did not need any reprimanding. He then named the years of the school and their destinations of retreat. Every one of them erupted with cheers and cries of joy. He smiled at their happiness. He continued to speak though. "I will put the prefects in charge of certain groups within the years, and at least one teacher to make sure everything goes smoothly. I will stay here and attend to the school's other matters. You all will leave within a week. Make sure to only pack the necessary things, since most of you will be out in the wilderness, and you do not want certain magical creatures creeping into your bed at night.... You may now continue with your meals. Thank you," The school then broke out into chatter and discussion about the upcoming event that had never happened before.

"Can you believe it? This hasn't happened in the entire existence of the school!" Hermione said to Harry and Ron.

"Too bad the Slytherins are going. Draco's going to be hell to deal with," Ron stated.

"Along with his bodyguards, too. We should have stepped more lively," Harry said.

"Would you two stop moaning over Draco? We probably won't see him the entire time we're there! You two don't realize the magnitude of this, do you? This has never happened before!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Whatever you say Hermione," Ron said.

"They should have sent them off by houses, not by years," Harry suggested.

"No, it's probably better this way for people who have friends in different houses. Think of Ginny for example. Luna is in Ravenclaw and they're friends. So it makes perfect sense," Hermione explained. She always had an obsession for over-explaining things. Sometimes Ron and Harry got sick of it.

"Well just as long that bloody bitch stays out of my way, and then I won't have to hex him," Ron declared.

"I would love to see you do that," Hermione said. "Let's see how bad you get hexed back. I'm sure you don't want to be vomiting up slugs again, now do you?" Ron looked at her with anger in his eyes and gnawed at his chicken, to show how mad he was, especially to be reminded of that. Harry just watched at his lame attempts at threats to Hermione. Then he felt a tingle down his spine, like someone was watching him. He turned and found Draco staring at him. What the hell? Then Draco immediately tore his eyes away from him and started talking to Crabbe. Ah, probably just wants to scare me. He brushed it off and joined in on Hermione and Ron's conversation.

At the Slytherin table, Draco put up useless banter with Crabbe, who started to shove his face in with food and lost focus. God only knows why I stay around those two. He started to rub his temples and let out a sigh. He then started to aimlessly eat while thinking about how Harry got in his mind the night before during his Astronomy homework. How he thought that he was... no. No, it can't happen. His father... his deceased mother... all the Malfoys...shame upon them all. If he wasn't in front of so many people, he would have slapped himself then. Instead, he left the table, leaving Crabbe and Goyle behind and walking out of the Great Hall. As soon as he realized no one was around, he slapped himself. "You're going off your rocker, Draco. Harry is no one you should be concerned for. Besides, even if you did, what interest would he have in you? You two are completely different from each other, you especially. He and you?" He scoffed at himself. This was getting out of hand. Ever since that dream, and the night before when he thought he... God, I can't even speak of it. Don't even think about it. Ignore it all... for your father's sake. The voice again... the voice of his father. God he was getting sick of it. He wanted to rip open his head, pull out the memories of his father and throw them out the window, every single one. It seemed as though his father cared more about honor and prestige than his son. He walked off to the common room to get some rest. He was getting an incredible headache from the pain and confusion of everything. Perhaps this week off would be good for him. Get his mind off of the stupid Harry Potter, his unforgiving father, and the voice which denied everything that he believed to be true.

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