It Was I

"Come on, tell me."

"Tell you what? I don't have any idea what you are talking about. Now leave me alone."

"You're not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what happened."

"What happened when?"

"You know damn well what I am talking about so stop playing games amd tell me!"

"I would tell you whatever you want if you just tell me what it is that you want to know. How stupid do I have to be? You seem serious enough. So why don't you tell me what it is you want to know."

"I can't believe that you are playing stupid with me, but since I want to know what happened I guess I will go along with it. I want you to tell me what happened the night when Harry died. You were the only one that was there so that means you are the only one who can tell me what happened that night. I have been wanting to know for so long and now that I have the chance I am not going to let it go."

"I don't know."

"Is that the best answer that you can give me?"

"It has to be. It's the only answer I got."

"But you were there, therefore you should know what happened."

"Why won't you fucking listen to me when I tell you that I have absolutly no clue as to what the hell you are talking about!?" he said getting frustrated. He knew exactly what the other boy was asking. He just liked toying with the red-head, and watch him as he grew angrier.

"Why can't you for one minute drop the facade and tell me the truth? How hard is it for once in you life not to be an arrogant bastard?"

"I am not an arrogant bastard for your information and there is no facade I need to drop."

"Well you sure are doing a good job of acting like it."

"Why am I wasting my time here with you? I don't need this shit. I have much better things to do than sit here and be insulted be you of all people."

"And what exactly is it that you have that is better than being here? Hanging out with you so called friends? Come on, you know as well as I do that those people are not your friends. You know you don't trust them, especially after they ratted you out to your father. Why can't you just quit all this lying for once and tell me what you know."

"How dare you insult the people that I consider my friends. I am not a liar, either. Now is that the only reason that you came down here?"

"No."

"Then why are you here?"

"Malfoy, you know why I am here."

"Clearly I don't, or else I would have already told you so that you would get away from me, Weasel."

"For the last time I want to know what happened to Harry the night that he was killed. You know exactly what went on, so stop trying to tell you don't, I am sick of it."

"Well why the hell didn't you say that in the first place?" he said sarcastically.

"I did, you great prat! Now tell me!"

"Oh I just bet that you would love to know wouldn't you?" Draco said teasingly. "And why should I tell you exactly? Haven't you been insulting me and being rude the whole time we have been down in this little room?"

"If you don't, you are going to wish you had never been born."

"Oh, now is that a threat? You can see me shaking, I hope?"

"What the fuck do you think?" Ron said rasing his voice.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

"Stop playing games and fucking tell me Malfoy! I'm losing my patience!" Ron screamed in the blonde Slytherin's face.

"Temper, temper Weasel. You know you really meed to try and learn how to control it or else one day you might say the wrong thing to the wrong person and they might end up kicking your arse."

"Now are you the one that is threatening me?"

"No. I'm merely warning you. And now that I have, I think I will be going."

"And where exactly do you think that you are going? You still haven't told me what happened that night."

"I know that I haven't. But I will tell you, just not tonight. I think you need to learn a lesson of patience." Draco turned to leave.

Ron hurried to the door, blocking the only exit.

"You aren't leaving untill you tell me what happened and I'm not taking no for an answer. You will have to kill me to get past," Ron said bravely, drawing his wand.

Draco looked at him and Ron knew what he had in mind. Ron's last thought was that he was going to die without knowing what had really happened to his best friend.

Draco pulled out his wand, and muttered the simple killing curse. He stepped over Ron's lifeless body and left the room. He changed his mind right after he stepped out.

He turned around and bent down to whisper in the dead boy's ear, "Why couldn't you have waited? I told you that I would tell you and I would have, but no you just had to know now. What a stupid mistake. Looks like you won't be repeating it though. Now I will tell you although I doubt that it will make any difference to you seeing as you're already dead. Anyway, I just wanted to tell you. . ." Draco got up from his kneeling position on the floor and started to exit the room again.

"It wa I who sent Harry to his death. I was the one that led him into Voldemort's trap. And I was the one who was rewarded the highest honor. You see Voldemort never trusted that I was 100 percent on his side, so he gave me a test. I know that I always said and acted like I loved Harry but I guess that deep down I really did, but power meant more to me than every thing. That even includes Harry. I was given my test and I passed with flying colors. I guess if you were still alive you would be wondering what the test was, and you know that I wouldn't tell you straight off the bat, but I guess this time I won't keep you waiting even though you have all the time in the world now. Not to beat around the bush any longer. . . it was I who killed Harry."

He sat there, looking at his dead lover's best friend's dead body. He wondered if it all the killing was worth what he received in return. In the end he had decided he would sacrafice anything he had to in order to gain the power he craved so badley. Even if gaining that power meant he had to give up the one person he had ever loved.

Pushing away all the thoughts of deaths he had commited, Draco Malfoy left the room and walked out of the deserted Hogwarts castle to join his Master at his side.