Revolve, Spin, Turn

Revolve, Spin, Turn

Harry was waiting for him at the edge of the forest.

"Why the hell did you call me out here, Potter?" Draco asked.

"Shut the fuck up Malfoy and get your ass over here," Harry replied. He was going to finish this once and for all.

Draco found himself wishing that he had brought someone with him, like Crabbe or Goyle. He had no one to protect him. And he knew it.

Harry, whose eyes had turned uncannily bright blue, led Draco into the forest where, in the steadily growing darkness, no one would be able to see them. The silence of the forest pressed down hard on Draco's ears and mouth, like a pillow suffocating him. He started breathing heavier, like he was running away from something.

"Do you know who to deflect curses?" Harry asked, turning for the first time to face him.

"Well, I have trouble paying attention in DADA when Blaise Zabini keeps flashing cleavage everywhere, you know?"

"Don't be a smartass," Harry spat at him.

"Why did you call me out here? Why the fuck am I standing in the middle of this awful forest and answering stupid questions?"

The force of Harry's attack made him fall to his knees and cry out in pain. He realized Harry was standing above him, staring down at him in complete hatred. Harry punched Draco in the side of the head...odd, Harry didn't wear any rings...

"Did you think I wouldn't find out?" he hissed at Draco.

Draco gulped and tried to breathe...how could have Harry found out? No one knew...he had kept it a secret for so long and never brought any of the writings about his dreams about Harry to school, except for one very special one...he kept that one with him at all times.

"I have no idea what you're talking about! What the hell is wrong with you, Potter?" Draco wheezed.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, you disgusting, ungrateful wretch!" screamed Harry.

Only then did Draco realize something he should've known all along...this was not Harry...there was only one person who would do say something like that...in that way...then he saw the knife and knew for sure...and he knew that he was going to die. Bleed to death like a stuck pig in the middle of the Forbidden Forest.

"Please...don't kill me, I don't know what you want...come on, you don't really want to kill me, do you? Please...?"

All he did was love Harry...was that so bad? So what if he fantasized about Harry in ways no one could have guessed...so what if he loved a boy more than life itself...so what if...

"Harry" hit him again and this time blood started pooling out of the wounds, running down into his yes and mouth when he started screaming. That's when Harry pulled back Draco's head by his silver-blond hair and wrenched the blade through his white throat, and watched as Draco's heart pumped all of his blood out of his jugular. He watched as his eyes rolled back into his head and he stopped flailing and choking on his own life as it poured out of him. He smiled when Draco finally lay quiet and unmoving--dead.

When he felt the first signs of change, he started walking back through the forest. He needed to go back home before the Polyjuice Potion wore off and he was back to normal. Speaking of back to normal, he should probably start on his next project--invoking the dark spirits....