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Irreversible	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-10
A Breakthrough
Lavender
I wanted to save Hermione. Despite her arrogance, she seemed nice. That is why I ran towards the bathroom she had hidden in. When I saw Malfoy running in front of me towards the same bathroom, I was shocked and like everyone else, I thought that he had let the troll in.
I was so very wrong. I was at a distance of twenty feet from the bathroom when Malfoy stopped and hid behind a pillar. Wondering what he was upto, I stopped as well because I had already seen Harry and Ron inside the bathroom. What I saw stunned me. Malfoy pointed his wand towards the troll and cast, "Wingardium Leviosa" very softly at the same time as Ron did. It was obvious that Malfoy's worked and Ron's didn't. Before anyone could catch Malfoy, the blond ran away. He was in such a hurry to escape without letting anyone see him that he didn't even notice me.
I am very disappointed that our legal system is so weak. I tried to get inside the courtroom to give my testimony. The aurors didn't let me in because they hated Lucius Malfoy. I tried to get the hearing rescheduled but no-one listened to me.
I haven't been able to face myself ever since he was sentenced. I won't be able to live peacefully until justice is served. Merlin knows how many others were wrongly sentenced and are still suffering.
All I would like to say is that House doesn't define a person.
Harry sighed as he relived those moments and started writing down...
Harry
The troll drops on the floor with a sickening crack and I am elated and confused because Ron didn't know how to cast this spell. I look around to check if there is someone else too, that is other than us and I am right. Draco is hiding behind a pillar, his wand pointed towards the troll.
When my eyes fall on him, he puts his wand back and bolts. I freeze on the spot, stunned. I want to follow him. Merlin only knows why he was here. What if he had got hurt. I don't want him to be hurt. But before I can say or do anything professor McGonagall and professor Snape burst inside, Quirrell following behind them.
As soon as Quirrell comes near me, my scar starts hurting and I rub it. Snape stares at me and then bends over the troll to examine it. Professor McGonagall starts berating us and to my and Ron's shock, Hermione lies to the professor. But my mind is on Draco and I need to meet the blond. It's been a long time since we spent some time together and I miss him. Five minutes here and there and between classes are just not enough. I want to talk to him and learn wizarding games from him. Ron is only ever interested in chess and Hermione is no fun.
It just- I don't like asking them for anything. But I can ask Draco and so I miss him terribly.
"Professors, I am tired. Can I return to my dormitory?" I ask and Snape's eyes pierce mine. I dislike this man so much. He is always picking on me, just like the Dursleys and the kids at my old school. I glare venomously at him.
"You are excused, Mr. Potter." Professor McGonagall mutters sternly and I nod before leaving. But then, I am at a loss. I really want to talk to Draco. There has to be a way to meet him. It's so unfair.
I stop and punch the wall angrily.
"Fighting with the wall doesn't become you Harry." I hear and whirl around. Draco is standing in front of me, leaning against a pillar.
"You might have got hurt, you sod." I snap at him and he mutters coldly, "You could have got hurt too."
I stare at him and my chest heaves as I pant furiously.
"It wasn't your fight. Hermione isn't your friend. Where is Slyth anyways? Shouldn't he be with you. I asked him to protect you." I glare at him while I hiss and he hisses right back, "You are my friend too and so yes, it was my fight as well and Slyth is not my keeper. He is in my dormitory."
"This is so unfair. You can't do this. You just can't Draco. You will get hurt and-"
"That's not for you to decide. I will do what I wish." Draco murmurs and turns around. Before I can say anything, he has already left.
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Harry stops writing for a bit and wipes his wet eyes. Draco has always been like this. He hated it. Draco fought his battles and still got punished. Draco sacrificed so much and still he was punished and the bastard doesn't even let Harry react.
Control yourself Harry.
Your rage is futile.
I don't want you to punish others for me. I just want you. I always wanted only you, not fame or recognition. They are superficial, temporary. You are real and mine forever.
If you hurt anyone, I will never speak to you.
I don't want to fight anymore Harry. I am so tired. Can we just spend time together. We have already lost so much time.
These are his answers and they seem logical to Harry. They are done fighting and even Harry doesn't want want to fight but no-one knows why Draco was marked. Draco had never wanted to be a death eater. he had loathed them and he had loathed Voldemort. Harry wants everyone to know. Tears well in his eyes as he stares at the wall, reliving the most horrifying moments of his life.
They will come much later and he wishes that people cry as they read that particular part of his book. He wishes that it haunts them forever. It has been haunting him till date. They never talk about it, not because Draco didn't want to, but because Harry can't control his temper when it is spoken about.
Harry swallows and tries to clear his mind. It will not come until much later. When he is sure that he is fine, he starts writing again.
Christmas is coming. Christmas has never been a festival for me. It's been a day on which I have to make dishes I won't get to eat. It's going to be different this time though.
Draco mocked me in the class for having no family to return to for Christmas. But I heard the hidden sadness in his voice. I know that he has to go home, that his father won't let him stay at Hogwarts, otherwise he would have stayed. His eyes stray towards Ron and I understand his unspoken words. He wants me to visit the Weasleys but they are not my family, no matter what Mrs. Weasley thinks.
Moreover, he doesn't know that Ron is staying at Hogwarts with his brothers since is parents are visiting Charlie in Romania. It's good that I am not returning to the Dursleys, good for them, that is. I hate them with a passion and now I can torture them in more creative and effective ways.
Days pass and Christmas finally arrives. I wake up, my mood cheerful to find that Ron has already woken up.
"Merry Christmas Harry." He wishes me and I say, "You too." Hermione had left to celebrate with her parents so it is just Ron and me.
I am surprised to see presents for myself too. Ron's mother knit a sweater for me and I like it though Ron has turned red at its sight. No-one has ever knit anything for me. Of course I like it and I wrote a thank you note to her. The most astonishing and beautiful presents I get are an invisibility cloak which belonged to my father which has been sent my an anonymous sender and a broom which has been gifted by Draco. It's latest and most expensive one and Ron wants to ride it. But I refuse to let him touch it. Draco has only written his initials so Ron doesn't know who has sent it. I hug my cloak close and don't let Ron touch it as well. Ron is nice but he is mean to Draco and I hate it when he teases the blond.
Christmas dinner was delicious. It was my first Christmas dinner and I ate to my fill. I really missed Draco but what could be done. I wondered if he was enjoying himself at his house.
After curfew, when everyone had slept I went to explore the castle underneath my cloak. I went to search the restricted section of the library for information on Nicholas Flamel because Draco said that he hadn't heard the name before. I have a feeling that he was lying but I couldn't find any opportunity to press him for information.
It's bloody frustrating. I want to spend time with him. I want it so bloody much. But now- now that I have this cloak, it just might be possible.
When Filch and Snape heard the book screaming and started searching the library, I sneaked out and rushed into a room to escape them. There I saw a mirror. I saw my parents in it but then the image changed and Draco appeared instead. He was with me and we were standing together. It seemed so nice so I just sat there looking at it.
The next day when I went back there, the reflection changed a bit. This time, we were a bit older and we were in a park. Draco was lying in my lap and i was stroking his hair. Draco was smiling and I was smiling too and we were talking and something ached inside my heart because it seemed like I had family.
I don't know how long I sat there. I guess hours had passed.
Today, Draco returned back and t oday is the third night I went there and sat down, staring at the mirror again. I am going to visit Draco later on under my cloak. The though relieves me. I have really missed him for the past few days.
This time around, we were sitting in front of the fireplace. My head was on Draco's shoulder and we were having tea. Draco's arm was around my waist. We looked a bit older than the last time.
Then Dumbledore arrives and ruins it. He told me that it was the mirror of Erised and that it shows us our deepest desire. When he asked me as to what I saw, I lied to him. He said that he will remove the mirror and I left morosely.
Why did he have to keep the mirror in the school at all if it was dangerous. I have been ignoring the fact that having Draco with me is my deepest desire. I don't know what it means and I don't want to think about it yet.
Hermione returned after the holidays and we finally had a break through. She found out that Nicholas Flamel invented Sorcerer's Stone which is a legendary substance with astonishing powers. The stone will transform any metal into pure gold. It also produces the Elixir of Life, which will make the drinker immortal.
I wonder what it's like to be immortal.
I decide to shelf the topic until after the match. This is a very important match. The most horrifying thing is that Snape is the referee. I really wish to win and show him that he doesn't scare me at all. I am going to fly on the broom Draco gifted me and I just know that I am going to win.
As I had thought, w e won the match Snape's face was priceless.
Everybody has left. I am the only one left in the showers. I want to share my victory with Draco, seeing that the blond is not really interested in winning as such and I also want to thank him for his thoughtful gift. I want to apologize too for not purchasing anything for him. I don't have money right now and I don't know what to buy for him or from where. I am sure he is upset with me for not gifting him. I can share my cloak with him, though and I hope that makes him happy. Thinking about my cloak, a smile lits up on face and I return to my Dormitory with hurried steps after taking a shower. It's getting late and I don't want Draco to have slept. I want to discuss about the Sorcerer's stone and Flamel with him. I wonder what he will react to it. I am sure that he will want that stone for himself too. I certainly do. Being immortal could be interesting and that too without having to become a vampire.
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