Don't Let Me Be

Harry was back in his dormitory, trying to compress everything that had just happened. He had been taken to a meeting with Voldemort, had been controlled by him, saw Draco Malfoy nearly be killed by his own father, and made a deal with the Devil in Disguise to learn Occlumency against the Dark Lord. Oh, wasn't this a productive day?

'Harry?' asked Ron tediously from his bed.

'Yeah, mate, what is it?'

'You came back looking really shook up. Something happen?' Harry heard the ruffle of sheets as Ron moved up into a semi sitting position.

Harry sighed. 'No, it's ok. Thanks though.' "How can I tell them that the Dark Lord took control of my mind and forced me into such pain? And that I have to work with Malfoy now, as revenge and help. Why did I have to be the one for all this? Why couldn't some other wizard be chosen to defeat Voldemort?" He shifted his weight and lay back down.

'Harry? Just remember that Hermione and me are here for you, mate. Whenever you're ready to tell us, we'll be ready to listen.'

"You don't know how good that is to know, Ron," was the last thought Harry had before drifting off to sleep.

The next day, coincidentally, was Wednesday. Harry woke up earlier than he had expected and took a longer, hot shower. The events of the previous night were just now starting to sink in. He got out and dried off, hearing Ron and Seamus fight about Lord only knows what.

He walked down to breakfast only to be met by the piercing gaze of Malfoy as soon as he entered the Dining Hall. Harry looked in his direction and saw the blonde mouth the word, 'Tonight.' Harry just sighed and nodded, staring back with equal intensity. But Malfoy just got suddenly uncomfortable, looking away flustered.

Harry just discarded this unusual behavior and went to sit down next to Hermione and opposite Ron.

'What do we have first, 'Mione?' he asked, grabbing a blueberry muffin.

She had her head stuck behind a Runes book, not even bothering to pull out her sheet. 'Double Potions with Slytherin.'

Harry and Ron groaned at this; double Snape and double Malfoy, all mixed in with bad smelling potions, cocky Slytherins and an overly smug surrounding just made a terrific concoction.

'If we must, but I really don't see why they keep on putting us together for Potions, especially first hour.' Harry finished off the last of his muffin, grabbing his stuff and heading out.

'Oi! Harry, where are you going?' Ron called through a breakfast sandwich. He vaguely heard his friend call back, 'Outside for some fresh air.'

A certain blonde Slytherin noticed the Boy Who Lived walk out of the Hall with his usual Gryffindor pride, his jet black hair bouncing in time with his gait, his body moving like fluid- Draco shook his head. What types of thoughts were these? The boy was nothing more than a nuisance, but a very.... helpful nuisance. If he could help him get revenge on his father, Draco would not have another mean gesture towards Harry. Oh, words and glares, yes, but he wouldn't actually do anything physical.

'Still, there is something about him,' he muttered under his breath.

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That night, Harry made his way down to the library again, just as he had promised. He couldn't believe that he had agreed to ally with the boy who made his life hell each day. But there was something about him, something almost entrancing, now that he thought about it.

Forget it, he thought. He hurried down the stairs, having to move carefully in his Invisibility cloak; the material didn't fit him as well as it had a few years ago when he was younger.

Finally, the library came into view. Looking around to see if anyone was there, (there wasn't) he swept off his cloak and stuffed it in his bag. He strode forward quickly, trying to figure out how many people were in the room now. Curfew was soon, so they didn't have much time.

He stepped in, almost. Immediately after his foot touched the threshold he was swept aside by a strong blonde blur. 'Not here,' a voice hissed.

He was running along a dark corridor before being slammed against a wall, right next to a suite of armor that turned its head to look at the strange sight next to him. Harry was pushed up against the wall, a heavily panting Draco right in front of him, his hands on the boy's shoulders, heaving with his head down.

'Malfoy? Draco, what's going on?'

Draco lifted his face and stared the black haired boy in the eyes, hissing out with pain, 'The- Dark Lord. Tried to- get into my- mind, control me. I fought- as hard- as I could, but- he won- hurt me. Can't go back- just- let me be.' He looked at Harry with an animalistic look in his eye, but his voice was painfilled and fearful.

'Help me,' he gasped before collapsing in Harry's arms.

Ok, that's about all I can give you for now, hope you liked it. Please, let me know what you think, no one ever reviews, though I know they read. Sorry the story's going slow and about the short chapter. I'll make it up. It gets faster and the chapters are definitely going to be longer. To everyone who reviews, thanx! and to those of you who just read, thanx for reading! *Hands you all pocky* enjoy!