Don't Leave Me

Draco sat in a small corner of the dungeon that Lucius had provided him with. Lucius wouldn't let him leave home. He was too afraid that Draco would betray the Death Eaters. Lucius is damn right! I would leave the Death Eaters and Voldemort as fast as he would kill Harry, if he could. He thought looking out the small barred window.

He had written several owl letters to Harry, but to no avail. His father, he doesn't even deserve that name of respect, had intercepted them before they could even leave the grounds of the Malfoy mansion. He longed to see Harry. Even a picture would make the pain bearable, but Lucius had taken those away and burned them all making Draco watch them until there was nothing but ashes left. Nothing could subdue the empty ache in his heart, except maybe Harry's touch, but Lucius had made sure he couldn't have that. He remembered the first time he saw Harry at Madam Malkin's. Those green eye's looked so beautiful they could have easily been a pair of the most expensive emeralds, but somehow Draco doubted even an emerald could parallel the beauty of those green eyes. He was startled by the thought and immediately shot out some stupid comment. I wish I hadn't been such an idiot back then. We could have been in bliss for much longer if I had known I would fall for him then, but I think I had already fallen for him. Draco's thoughts trailed off as he closed his eyes. He was met with the image of Harry staring at him from the back of his eyelids. Harry haunted his dreams and made it even harder to withstand Lucius' abuse. Why couldn't I have just listened to Harry and let everything be OK? I had to be stubborn. I had to try and be the hero for once. Now I'm paying for it. He thought drifting off to sleep, tossing and turning with the dreams that plagued the night.

Draco woke to the dungeon door opening. It was Lucius, probably back to get rid of his morning wood, he expected. It was an everyday ritual during the summer, but now there was no school to escape to. Narcissa hadn't slept with him in years. Once she had found out her own husband would rather screw her own son than touch her, she simply refused and moved to another wing of the castle. Now she was rarely seen. As Lucius entered him, Draco drifted off. He had learned that if he imagined hard enough he could fly away to somewhere else. He tried to remember Harry and the way they were together, but it was so vague. None of his memories were vivid anymore. He had thought he would never forget.


When Lucius was finished he got up leaving Draco lying on the cold dungeon floor. It had begun to almost feel warm to him. Then he began to think up a plot to get out. He had been stuck in here over a year and he had to get out. If he could only gain access to his wand. That's all he needed. It would be a stretch, but maybe he could get Narcissa to help. He called the family owl to the dungeon and scribbled on a piece of torn robes, a note to his mother. He sent the note on it's way hoping Lucius wouldn't intercept it.


Draco waited for hours in silence for the family owl to return with his wand. "I should have known he would intercept the damn note." Draco said allowed. He looked up at the barred window and saw a faint speck of black. It was too high for him to be sure, but it had to be Nerezza. She flew down to him carrying a thin package. Draco untied it from her leg and sent her on her way. He ripped through the packaging and found a clean set of robes and his wand. He wanted to jump for joy. "Yes, Lucius didn't find it! Thank god!" Draco lifted the new robes from the floor and slipped them over his head. As he did so a piece of parchment fell from them. He picked it up and read it.

Draco,

What are you going to do with your wand? I hope nothing is too wrong. You know I love you little Draccy. I sent you some clean robes. God knows what your father has done to you or them. I am sorry.

Your Mother,
Narcissa

"Leave it to her to hope nothing is too wrong." Draco said bitterly folding the note and putting it inside his robes. He conjured a huge comfy arm chair and sat down in it. Now it was only a matter of time. Lucius would be back later to give Draco his daily lashings and when he did come Draco was going to be ready. While he waited Draco fell asleep. He hadn't been in something so comfortable in his life, but as soon as his eyes had closed the dreams came.

All to soon was Draco lifted from his reverie. How long had he been asleep? And hour or two he assumed. The pale moonlight was drifting down through the lone window and the air had become chilly. He raised his wand and conjured a warm blanket. He snuggled into it forgetting about Lucius for the moment. It was amazing how much better off you could be when you had a wand, but all things must come to an end. Lucius Malfoy burst into the dungeon.

"YOU! How could you turn to your mother for help? You will surely be punished extensively for this." Lucius said with bitter venom in his voice. Draco offhandedly wondered how he had found out, but quickly brought his mind back to the task at hand. He stood to face the taller man and glared daggers at him.

"I can do anything I damn well please. I am almost 19." Draco spat at the person who was once a man, but after Voldemort was nothing more than a shell of the purest evil. He reached into his robes and pulled out his wand and brandished it at the figure in front of him. Lucius looked at him bemusedly.

"Go ahead, give it your best shot. I'm not afraid." Lucius stood there with a stoic expression on his face. He was looking into the face of death with an eerie calm. Draco guessed that he didn't think he could do it. He didn't think Draco had to the power to kill his own father and up until now he hadn't, but he wanted Harry so badly and that was what Lucius was keeping him from.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Draco bellowed and a enormous flash of green light flooded the room. Hmmm. . .that's about the same shade as Harry's eyes. So beautiful. Draco thought, but soon passed out from the sheer energy it took to perform that curse. He didn't know if it had worked, but he could find out when he woke. If it hadn't he was surely a dead man.

Draco started when he was shaken awake. "Wha?" he asked looking around. He wasn't in the dungeon anymore. He was back in his own bed. The window was open and he could smell the fresh air. It was about the best thing he had ever smelled in his life. Draco smiled to himself looking over at his mother.

"Your father is dead. You've killed him." she said cheerily. Draco guesses she wanted to dance in the halls and shout at the top of her voice how happy she was. The old bastard was finally dead and he had done it. The Malfoy name would not be identified with the Dark Arts anymore if Draco had anything to do with it.

He smiled at his mother. She was the only one of them that even remotely care about him. "I had to. He wanted to keep me from Harry." he said to her. She looked at him and stared for a few minutes and then returned his smile.

"Well, I'll leave you to clean up. I must call the department for magickal body removal to retrieve Lucius' body." She said over her shoulder. Narcissa walked out of the room and shut the door lightly.

Draco slowly eased himself out of bed. He hadn't slept in a bed in so long. He looked over into his full length mirror. Draco looked himself up and down. He was just standing there in his boxers staring at his reflection. There were so many cuts that were going to be scars. "I'm sorry I didn't do that sooner, Harry." He whispered out loud and strolled into the bathroom to take a shower.