Broken Without a Fix

5

"Tom, I did it," Pansy said to Tom as he welcomed her with a kiss. "I got the hair. And you have the potion?"

"Yes my love," he said to her as he slowly unbuttoned her blouse. He slid his hands over her bra and she shivered with anticipation.

"Soon, we shall attempt to administer the poison," Tom said to Pansy as she writhed under his touch. "And Draco Malfoy shall be no more. But it is so unfortunate that we must aliminate Draco. But Dumbledore fears for the boys safety. Of course Harry Potter could not be sent back to the Slytherin common room."

"Yes and Draco Malfoy shall be no more," she repeated as if in a trance.

"But wait," he said suddenly. "Let's make the potion first and then we can celebrate."

"Yes my love."

She pulled long brown locks out of her pocket and handed them to Tom. He moved around the room to a curtain and drew it back to reveal a cauldron with dull gray potion in it.

"The Polyjuice is ready my dear," he said as he tossed the brown locks of hair in the cauldron.

He turned back to Pansy and his hand started its way up her skirt. He rubbed her leg with one hand as the other hand held her head. She was moaning wildly and she uttered his name every few seconds.

"Tom," she said breathily, for what she didn't know would be the last time.

"Yes, my queen," he responded as he kissed her neck with his eyes closed.

He reached his hands up to her neck, and as his eyes popped open her head twisted where it stood. Her limp body slumped in his arms and he tossed it onto the bed.

"Yes, my queen," he said again as he caressed her already pale skin. Blood slowly came out her nose and ears, and her eyes were moving quickly around the room. She tried uttering his name and no noise came out.

"You are my queen for helping me return to power, but you shall not be my queen when I rule," he said as her eyes popped wide. "Now sleep eternally," he said as he took the sides of her head in each hand and twisted her neck one last fatal time.

***

"When will this all end?" Harry said to himself as he flopped onto his bed.

"No idea," Draco answered.

Suddenly, Madame Pomfrey walked through the Infirmary doors.

"Boys," she said loudly. "You will be allowed to go into the Prefects' bathroom for one hour. No other students or teachers shall be allowed in and you have access to everything there. If you follow me, I shall take you there and lock you in."

Draco and Harry slowly got off their beds and followed Madame Pomfrey out of the Infirmary. They walked in the halls lazily with their heads down and they didn't even notice other students.

When they arrived at the Prefects' Bathroom entrance, Madame Pomfrey said the password (Pine fresh) and led them inside. She left multiple cotton towels upon an oak table standing in the middle of the room. There were showers along a long wall and there was a large tub sunk into the middle of the floor.

"This is gonna be creepy," Malfoy said, staring straight ahead at the tub. "I can tell you now that this will be the most horrific and terrifying experience of my entire wizarding career."

"I don't doubt it," Harry responded as a loud click signified that Draco and Harry had been locked in the bathroom. "How about we agree now that nothing ever leaves this bathroom?"

Malfoy reached over and shook Harry's hand as he set down his towel.

"How about no physical comments either?" Draco asked.

"I can't guarantee anything," Harry said as he smiled evilly.

"I despise you."

"I know," Harry said, still smiling.

Harry reached down and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Whoa Potter," Draco said. "How about we don't get completely naked in front of each other?"

"Well technically we would just be looking at ourselves."

"Potter..."

"Fine, I'll be over here."

Harry turned and swept down the long row of showers. He entered into a large shower and closed the door behind him. Draco stood stupidly and turned on the giant tub. He slipped his shirt over his head and quickly peeled off his pants and such. He jumped down into the half full tub and sank below the water. When he emerged, black hair was plastered over his eyes and he pulled his arms away from Harry's body, begging himself not to put his hands near him. The tub continued to fill and eventually he had to kick off the bottom and hold onto the side ledge for support.

"Getting comfy?" Potter asked as he emerged from the shower stall with a towel around his waist.

"You took a little long there," Draco said with his head resting on his folded arms. "Are you sure you didn't touch my body?"

"Congrats Malfoy," Harry said as he quickly tossed the towel on the tiled floor and jumped into the poll sized tub which was now full. When he emerged he spat a mouthful of water back into the tub. "You are greatly endowed."

"Tph," Draco mumbled. "I have avoided coming within three feet of you my entire life and now I have to avoid touching myself, because that would make me touching you."

"I am greatly endowed," Harry said. "Stop pondering and relax just a bit."

Harry dove back into the tub and came back up with blonde hair covering his entire face.

"Ya know, I don't know how much I like this 'Harry Potter gone blonde' thing. Maybe we should dye your hair."

"Yah or maybe not."

"So we have an hour here and I only have one thing on my mind right now."

"I'm not like that Potter."

"And neither am I. But how can you string along the Parkinson girl like that? It is so clear you have no feelings for her what-so-ever and I just don't understand."

"Hey how can you string along that Granger girl?"

"I am not stringing her along. I have really liked Hermione for a while, but until fifth year, she was no more than a sister to me. I love being around her and I love kissing her and I love being romantic, but sometimes I just wish we were third years again and we could roll around and have snowball fights again. It's insane loving someone, yet wanting just to be friends sometimes. It's insane. But you have not answered my question."

"I string Pansy along. Yah, I do. But I do it because of you and your Gryffindors. Yah, it's true. How can I continue to ridicule you about having a girlfriend when I don't have one? It's just strange. And I paid her. She doesn't love me. I know she is cheating on me with someone else. I don't know who. But I know there is someone else."

Harry started floating on his back and Draco avoided looking at him with everything he could pull from himself.

"So how did your mother have the misfortune to marry your father?"

"Thanks Potter. She was forced. He got her pregnant and when she found out how truly terrible he was, he threatened her with me. I was what kept her with him because if she had left, he would have killed me. And she married him because if she wouldn't have, he would have killed me. And he has spells on her. It brings her back when she tries to leave. He controls her with every spell ever created for controlling.

"And when she runs away, he does terrible things to me and she comes back to find me bloody and bruised, and she never does it again for a long while until she can't stand him anymore. Then she leaves and then he hurts me. The first time he ever put Crucio on me, I was only seven. Can you imagine a seven year old writhing in agony upon a marble dungeon floor?"

"No I can't" Harry said quietly. "I can't."