Could You Kill Me, Draco?

Could You Kill Me, Dracu?

Chapter II

Pansy was running through the corridors as fast as she could when suddenly a solid figure appeared in front of her. Harry was standing there, blocking her way.

"Running, are we, Pansy?" he asked, that frightening smile playing across his face again. "Running won't help you darling. The Dark is everywhere..."

Pansy shook her head, desperately trying to not get too frightened, and turned around, getting into the corridor she passed earlier. As far as she knew, it lead to the Great Hall, and there was bound to be someone around there. Behind her she could hear Harry laughing like maniac, and she sped up even more. The Great Hall quickly came into sight, but then he was there again. Again he stood right in front her, and right now, there was no escaping. She backed away, more scared than she had ever been.

"I told you, you can't run from the Dark..." he said, a dark tone creeping in to his voice, "We are everywhere, and you can't escape us..."

In a flash, he put his two arms on each side of her head, and she was forced to look into the eyes. Those emerald eyes, which had once been sparkling with courage and rage towards Voldemort. Now the only thing in those eyes was a wicked gleam. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at her.

"Stop!!" someone suddenly yelled, causing Harry's head to snap up. Pansy nearly started crying of relief. She was saved! When Harry turned around to see who had yelled, she crept from behind him and ran straight into Blaise's arms, sobbing. He and Draco had come from the corridor that lead towards the Slytherin dungeons, while Hermione, Ron and Ginny came from the stairs that led to Gryffindor Tower, and all of them had their wands pointed at him.

Harry didn't move, didn't show the slightest interest in the fact that there were 5 wands aimed at him. He started laughing. It was a mere soft chuckle, but it was there. And it scared the hell out of them, because they all knew that he could take all four of them with ease. But it was the only defence they had. And perhaps, if they were fast enough, the combination of five spells might be able to keep him occupied until Dumbledore came.

"Drop your wand! Now!" Hermione said, her voice steady. Draco knew however that she was just as shocked to see Harry as he had been. Harry sent her a cold look, and his voice was even colder.

"You never knew when to give up before, and I see you haven't changed a bit. Dearest Hermione, what are you going to do to me? I can tell that your hand is shaking, and there is sweat on you forehead. I wonder, will you still sweat after I torture you?" he asked, moving closer to the stairs the three of them were standing on.

"Shut your mouth!" Ron growled at him, waving his wand at Harry, "Don't you threaten her, you pathetic excuse for a wizard!"

Harry's eyes flashed, and he turned his stare to Ron, causing him to start shivering. His voice was dark and low when he answered.

"I'm pathetic? I can assure you, Weasley, that the only pathetic persons around here are you three!!" He rolled his eyes, and shook his head, "Why I ever wanted to be friends with a mudblood loving fool like you, I can't tell!" he sneered. Ron and Ginny gasped together, and Draco could see that the remark had hurt them. But Harry no longer looked at them. He turned his attention to Draco.

"And then there's Draco... Of all the people I knew, I thought you would be the easiest to convince in joining us. But I was wrong, wasn't I? Draco Malfoy, member of the Order of the Phoenix... Your father was disappointed in you, my love, when I told him..." he said, coming closer with every word. Draco lifted his wand and pointed it at Harry's heart.

"Get back, now! I don't care about what my father said, and stop calling me love, because I'm not! I don't want Death Eaters in my bed!" Draco spat. Harry snickered, and took a little step back.

"Yes, and what a bed it is, right?" a malicious grin spread over his face, "It didn't stop you from moaning in the common room did it? I can tell from here that your body wants my body, and that you want me... How about it, Draco? You and me together..."

"STUPEFY!!!" six voices roared at the same time. Six beams of brilliant red light made their way across the Hall, towards Harry, and he made no effort to avoid them at all. When they reached him, he glowed a brilliant red for a moment, and then he waved his wand and muttered a couple of words. The next thing they knew, 6 little beams were coming their way. They looked unlike any other spell they had ever seen; it was like there were 6 big drops of liquid fire coming their way!

"Get down!" Blaise roared, but it was too late! The beams hit all of them straight in their stomach, causing them to fly back and hit the floor, unable to move. Harry casually walked to all of them, whispering something in their ear. When he came to Draco, things were a little different.

"You really did care about me, didn't you?" he smirked, looking into Draco's eyes and softly running his finger along Draco's lips. "Wait until I tell them this... Son of a Death Eater fell in love with The-Boy-Who-Crossed-Sides. They'll laugh their heads off!"

Draco jerked when Harry's finger went down his chest and lower. Harry smirked even more, and then softly pressed his lips against Draco's ear.

"Be seeing you..." he whispered, right before the vanished.

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"He's mad, I tell you... Mad!" Ron whispered, still in shock. It was about ten minutes after Harry had vanished, and the six of them were sitting in Dumbledore's office.

"For once, I have to agree with the Weasel." Blaise said. "Whoever that was, it wasn't Potter anymore. It looked like him, and talked like him, but it wasn't him. Not the same one we knew before, anyway..." Hermione shivered slightly and tears appeared in her eyes. Ron saw and tried to hug her comfortingly.

"So you are saying the he just shrugged off your spells? He simply ignored six Stunning Spells?!" Dumbledore asked, looking slightly scared and incredulous. Ginny nodded.

"Yes Professor, and then he sent those curses that looked like liquid fire to us. What were they?" she asked. Dumbledore sighed, took off his glasses and started to clean them. He looked immensely troubled and they all knew why. If Harry could simply ignore six Stunning Spells, cast by well-trained wizards, what was it going to take to overcome him?

"I don't know, Miss Weasley, I don't know..." he sighed again and got up. "I suggest you all go to your dormitories, and get some rest. You will be excused from classes for the next days. Madam Pomfrey has checked you for that curse, and didn't find anything, but I strongly suggest that you keep yourself calm in case something does happen."

The six of them nodded and then they left the office. Walking along the corridors, they remained silent, each deep in thoughts. When they reached the Entrance Hall, where the Gryffindors had to go up the stairs, while the Slytherins had to go down, Ron surprised Draco with a simple question.

"Listen, Malfoy, I know we're Gryffindors and all, but could we sleep in your room tonight? Hermione told me there's room, and we don't want to sleep in Gryffindor tonight..." Blaise and Pansy looked incredulously at Draco, waiting for him to reply, but he merely shrugged. "If you can handle sleeping on the floor. Oh, don't look so shocked Blaise. Granger's been in our common room before and Harry used to..." His voice failed him when he realised what he had been about to say, 'Harry used to sleep over all the time.' He cleared his throat and desperately tried to keep his voice steady when he muttered the password to the common room and again when they entered his room.

"You can Floo to your common room and get your stuff if you want, I don't really have sleepover things lying around. The bathroom's over there and the couch is there." Hermione and Ron nodded, and went towards the fireplace to go pick up their things. "I'll probably be in bed when you get back, and if I am, please don't disturb me. I'm having a hard enough time sleeping as it is."

The two Gryffindors nodded again and then disappeared from his room. Draco sighed and sank down on his bed. He felt like a mess, but Malfoys don't feel like messes. Malfoys don't get turned on by the enemy, no matter how much he meant to them, and most of all, Malfoys don't love. But Draco did. He loved Harry and had thereby broken the most important Malfoy rule. But that wasn't what shocked him the most. What shocked him the most was that it hurt. Not having Harry around felt like there was a part of himself missing. And knowing that he'd never get Harry back was even worse...