Could You Kill Me, Draco?

Could You Kill Me, Draco?

Chapter I

The unthinkable had happened. The one thing that everyone had thought was impossible had happened. The one person they had all put their faith in had betrayed them.

Harry Potter had switched sides.

He was now Voldemort's second in command, and he seemed to enjoy it as well. The wizarding world was in shock, not only because their only hope of ever defeating Voldemort had vanished into malevolence, but also because now Harry would have to be defeated also.

Hogwarts was mourning, especially Gryffindor Tower, all of them questioning themselves and wondering. How in Merlin's name did they not see it? How they could they not have noticed that Harry's attitude had changed?

He had started disappearing without any notice, only to come back with a strange look in his eyes and a sneer for anyone who asked where he'd been. How could they have ignored the times Harry had been seen talking in hushed tones with Slytherins of questionable loyalty?

The person who grieved the most, however, wasn't a Gryffindor at all, but, in fact, a Slytherin.

Draco Malfoy sat alone in his Head Boy room, staring numbly into the fire. His mind didn't seem to comprehend that his boyfriend had betrayed him, had betrayed them all. He tormented himself by replaying all his memories of Harry and wondering whether Harry had been thinking about joining Voldemort even then. He remembered their first kiss, the time when they had fallen asleep in Draco's bed, the feeling he had had when he woke up next to his boyfriend.

His humorless smile didn't reach his eyes when he remembered that it was exactly because of Harry that he had left the Dark Side to help counter it. Now the reason that he was here had gone to the Dark Side himself, but he wasn't going back there. It was a way of pain and torture, and as much as he hurt right now, he would never return. Not when he wasn't sure it would give him Harry back.

"Draco, can I come in?" a voice sounded outside his room. He knew it belonged to Hermione, and got up to open the painting from the inside, saving Hermione from saying the password.

"Come in," he said, his voice flat. He walked back to where he'd been sitting in front of the fire and started staring into the flames again, hoping that Hermione wouldn't make him talk about Harry.

"Not talking about it isn't going to help you forget it, Draco," she said, sitting next to him. "It's been two weeks now, and I haven't seen you cry a single time."

"I know," he replied, still gazing into the fire.

She was right. Draco had vowed that he wouldn't cry over Harry in public. In fact, he hadn't cried much at all. He worked tirelessly from early in the morning to late in the evening, hoping that when he fell into an exhausted sleep, he wouldn't dream. Sometimes he didn't, but he wasn't always that lucky. Most of the time, the dreams would haunt him, and he wouldn't know how to distinguish them from the reality. He would dream that Harry was back, and that he had a very good excuse for what he had done. At first he wouldn't believe it, but when he finally gave in, he would wake up, having to face the truth again every morning... The truth that Harry was gone, that he was never coming back, and that no excuse could ever make up for what he had done.

Now he felt his walls breaking and his resolve weakening. Hermione took his shoulders and forced him to look at her.

"It's okay to mourn, Draco. Everybody knows how much you loved Harry and how much it must hurt. We won't judge you if you mourn, because we feel it too."

Draco looked in her eyes, and felt his own filling with tears. Everything he'd been holding back rushed in to crush him, and there was nothing he could do about it. His shoulders started shaking as he finally let go of the pain he'd been holding back. All the hurt, the longing, the betrayal, it all came out. And he wept. He cried over the loss of his boyfriend more than he had every cried or would ever cry for anyone.

That night, Draco Malfoy cried over the loss of the love of his life in the arms of a Muggleborn.

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"Severus, I'm fine, okay?" Draco said with some irritation, addressing his godfather, Potions professor, and Head of Slytherin House. "I talked to Granger and, surprisingly, she helped me to get over it. At least for a little bit." His voice became slightly unstable, but he managed to keep it to a minimum and continued. "I doubt it'll ever go away, but it's lessened. I have to accept it and move on."

They were sitting in Snape's office, where Draco had been summoned. Snape had been one of those that were worried about Draco's reaction to the loss of his lover, and now he wanted to make sure that his godson was fine.

"Yes, that you should. However, the fact that you know what you have to do doesn't make it any easier, does it? I care greatly for you Draco, contrary to what most people think. Tell me this... do you still love Harry? Would you be able to kill him if you had to?" Snape asked.

Draco looked in his eyes for a moment and then turned away. His hands started trembling a little bit and the steadiness in his voice disappeared when he replied.

"Yes. As much as I hate what he's done, I still love Harry... I don't think I'll ever stop." He looked up to Snape, who was surprised to see tears in Draco's eyes. As long as he'd know Draco, he'd never seen him cry.

Draco wiped the tears from his eyes and got up. He couldn't handle these inquiries anymore, couldn't bear telling everybody that no matter what he had done, he still loved Harry and that deep down, he still hoped that Harry would come back.

"I should go back to the Common Room, sir. I have homework to do," he said, avoiding Snape's eyes, knowing that his godfather would immediately see that hope in his eyes and talk him out of that as well. Draco needed that hope; without it, he didn't think he'd survive.

"Of course. And Draco... I truly am sorry..."

Draco nodded slightly, showing that he knew that, and then left the office.

Walking through the corridors, Draco realized just how many times everybody had asked him if he still loved Harry. Their relationship had been known across the school, and he felt like everybody had asked. Draco felt tired and worn out, and he knew that things would only get worse. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if he ever had to stand against Harry on a battlefield. He would have to fight him, but he didn't know if he would be able to.

Draco's thoughts were interrupted when he arrived at the Slytherin Common Room. He didn't want to go in there, but the entrance to his room was in the Common Room and he needed to do something to keep his mind occupied. And in order to do something, he needed to go his room. Muttering the password, he waited briefly for the wall to slide open and give him access to the room. He walked in, met with a sight that he never expected to see in any common room, let alone the Slytherin one. Every Slytherin was cowering, looking positively terrorized. Pansy and Blaise were holding each other's hands, showing affection for each other, which was very rare indeed.
Millicent was holding her book so hard that her knuckles were white, and even Crabbe and Goyle seemed frightened.

"What's going on? Why are you all so scared?" he asked, incredulous. A rush of fabric sounded behind him, and Draco turned around to see who was there.

What he saw made that terror appear in his eyes as well.

"Hello, lover," Harry said, a mad gleam in his eyes. "Miss me?"

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Draco blinked, but Harry didn't disappear. He felt both happy and immensely scared at once. Harry was here! However, that look didn't really predict anything good...

"Harry," he croaked.

Harry grinned, but it was nothing like the grin the old Harry had. His hair was still as messy, and his eyes still as emerald behind the glasses, sure, but there was a definite change in his appearance, and it wasn't a good one. Harry's attitude was screaming 'Fear me!' and it was working.

"Yes, that is my name... And you haven't answered my question yet, Draco. Did you not miss me?"

Harry's face turned into a pout, but Draco could see that it wasn't real. Fear was pumping through his veins, and he had no clue what to do.

"What- what are you doing here?" Draco asked, his voice still unstable. For a moment, Draco thought Harry was going to get angry, but then a wicked grin spread across his face.

"I was bored... You know, no one to kill, torture, or maim and all that... So, the Dark Lord allowed me to come here and have some fun. Don't you just love it when they're so scared of you?" he asked, stepping close to Draco.

Draco's body immediately reacted to the close presence of the lover it knew so well. They hadn't been together for two weeks, which only made the reaction stronger. His breathing quickened and his heart started pounding in his ears. Harry looked at his face and snickered maliciously.

"Oh my. Seems like you did miss me..."

Draco closed his eyes as Harry ran a finger over his chest and started licking his ear. He wanted to smack Harry's hand away and point his wand at Harry's chest, keeping him under control under the teachers came, but all he could do was moan silently.

The sobbing behind him grew louder and cleared up the fog Harry had created in his mind. His hands crept between their chests, and he threw him to the ground.

"Go get a teacher, Pansy!" he yelled, trying to take his own wand from inside his cloak only to realize that it wasn't there... Then it occurred to him.

Harry couldn't keep an entire Slytherin common room under control if they all had their wands, so he must have taken them. And while Draco had been busy letting Harry arouse him, he had taken his wand as well. At least help was coming, because he could hear Pansy running out of the common room.

"Looking for this?" Harry asked, twirling Draco's wand between his fingers.

The murderous look in his eyes made Draco's blood go cold. Harry slowly got up and walked toward Draco again. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like hours but was not even half a second. Harry's hand whipped, and suddenly Draco was being smacked through the room. The last thing he saw before the world went black was Harry looking at the spot where Pansy had disappeared with a predatory smile.

"God, I love it when they run..." he said, vanishing from the common room.

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