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Draco's Time	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An: I was going to wait to post this because its the last of my prewriten chapters but i couldn't stand leaving that cliff hanger so...here you are. stop crying now

Chapter 11 End in sight
Draco woke up in his room in Ravenclaw with a terrible headache. He didn’t remember falling asleep here. The last thing he remembered was being praised by Quirrell for finally besting that blasted Potter in Defense grades. Hah! Some boy Savior, He wouldn’t last a moment against the Dark Lord.
His father would be so proud when he owl’d him. When was the last time he’d talked to his father? This would likely make up for his despicable placing in Ravenclaw.
His eyes cracked open at the sound of his name.
“Potter?? What the fuck are you doing in my room? How did you even get into Ravenclaw, you’re too stupid to answer the riddle right.”
Potter, the source of all his rage and anger had broken into his room and was soiling his clothing by touching them. Potter backed away from him quickly and Draco pushed him to the ground.
Wide green eyes glistened with tears and Draco nearly purred at the pleasure from causing Potter’s pain.
“What? poor little Potter? You going to cry? Well you should. You shouldn’t be in here but since you are, I’ll have to teach you a lesson.”
Draco whipped out his wand to cast the severing charm his father taught him but as he opened his mouth to cast it, Potter’s eyes caught and held him. The other boy was crouched on the floor where he’d been pushed and tears dripped down his face. His viridian orbs, swimming in pain and confusion, softened him. Something cracked, it was audible almost and Draco winced.
He fell down on the floor, dropping his wand and crying out in pain. He clutched his head as a torrent of memories, past, present, future, crashed around his mind.
Harry. Don’t hurt Harry. Never hurt Harry.
Harry, older, shinning in the sun after catching the snitch.
Harry, younger, hugging him sweetly.
Harry, strong and brave, protecting him from his father.
Harry, laughing with him.
Harry, kissing him.
Harry, arching under him, above him, in him, around him.
He cried out and strong but small arms surrounded him.
It smelled like Harry.
Harry.
The flood stopped and Draco finally looked up to the panicked face of his love. “Harry” he whispered and the boy sobbed on him.
“What happened? I was so scared.”
Draco just held him as Harry cried, rocking them back and forth. His mind was still jumbled and he needed time to sort it but at the moment, he needed to know what happened. Why he thought of Harry as Potter. Why he wanted to hurt him.
Quirrell, no Voldemort.
Draco remembered and as he told Harry what happened, the darkness that occasionally flickered in Harry’s eyes burst forth. Truly, it scared Draco.
“Quirrell, he did something to me. Cut off my memories and made me hate you. I hated you!”
It was Draco’s turn to sob and he apologized over and over again.
Harry held him for a moment but when Draco didn’t calm down he reached down and forced Draco’s head up to look him in the eyes.
“Draco. Calm down. We need to think about this. You didn’t do anything. It wasn’t your fault.”
Harry’s assurances calmed Draco slightly and he was able to silence his sobs but for the occasional hiccup.
“Quirrell did something to you that made you hate me?”
Draco nodded, “and I didn’t remember it either but I couldn’t hurt you. Couldn’t curse you.”
Harry smiled softly for a moment but then his focus shifted behind Draco pensively.
“We can’t do this on our own. We’re just kids. We could tell Flitwick or Sprout, but I’m not sure he won’t be able to simply do it again.”
The adult part of Draco was proud of his Harry’s ability to push aside feelings and logically talk out their issues as well as his apparent distrust of Dumbledore, a man who was widely believed to be infallible. Draco wasn’t sure what to do here. He couldn’t tell anyone he knew it was Voldemort in Quirrell but he could produce a pensive memory of what the man had said. The easiest thing would be to pretend he was still affected.
“I can’t pretend to hate you. I’m not strong enough.” Draco told him somberly.
Harry nodded again and after a moment said, “What about Your Uncle?”
If he could get to his uncle then he could tell the man what happened, and he wouldn’t have to leave anything out even.
“We’ll need to get there. We’ll have to pretend to be fighting so that Quirrell doesn’t get me on the way.
“I can do that.” Harry said softly. Draco nodded, sniffed and wiped his face clean. He looked at Harry hesitantly.
“I’m really sorry Harry.”
The other boy put his hands on either side of Draco’s face and pulled them close together. Draco could feel Harry’s warm breath puffing on his face and his viridian eyes took up his whole field of vision.
“I knew something was wrong as soon as I came in. Nothing anyone makes you do or you do on your own will take away our friendship.”
Feelings overwhelmed him with Harry’s confession and he had to retreat. Draco pushed him off and laughed haughtily, “I’m not a girl. Don’t say things like that!”
Harry pushed him back, “Then don’t act like a girl. You already said sorry and I already said its okay.”
Draco huffed and they prepared to put forth their greatest performance to date.
Harry ran out of the room in tears, sobbing into his hands. Draco followed after him shooting curses that faltered and petered out without effect. Draco cursed both his wand and ‘Potter’ loudly and viciously. They had decided they wanted the whole school to be aware, wanted the kids to write home about it especially after they made it public.
When Draco had silenced the Ravenclaws he calmly stormed down to his uncle’s room.
At his uncle’s office, Draco put up the privacy spells Severus would expect him to know. The man put up his own and then calmly waited for Draco to explain.
“Uncle, Quirrell attacked me last night. He did something, changed my mind. I woke up this morning because Harry came to get me and I hated him, didn’t remember that we were friends. I tried to curse him.” Draco’s genuine upset at that fact showed through. He’d never been able to hide his true feelings from his uncle.
“I couldn’t do it and something broke and I remembered. What should I do?” He couldn't hold back a small sob.
Severus opened his arms and the distraught boy lunged into the warmth and security offered. He knew it was immature for someone of his mental age, but it had been so long.
“Alright.”
Severus cast diagnostic spells on him, the remains of the obliviate fell away and the last of the impulses Draco had been struggling against also stopped. Draco thought Severus would be done but two more spells caused Draco’s magical core to expand and flare in relief.
He lunged out of his uncles lap, a snarl of rage escaped his mouth and Draco released his anger on the inorganic objects in the room. He felt his uncle cast shields around himself and his potions ingredients but otherwise did not interfere.
When Draco’s anger was exhausted and he fell to the ground crying and panting, Severus finally spoke.
“Are you quite finished?”
“How could he do this?” Draco hadn’t known that Voldemort/Quirrell bound his magic. Such a thing was the worst violation to a wizard.
“What happened.”
“See for yourself.” Draco forced his eyes to meet his uncle’s and not flinch when the man invaded his mind
The newly cleared memory of Quirrell’s attack flashed in his mind. Draco allowed the memory of his attack on Harry to follow that one, Severus pulled out and closed his eyes.
“Uncle?”
Severus nodded a few times to himself, obviously coming up with a plan.
“Alright. You understand that we can do nothing now.”
Draco didn’t respond. He knew better then to agree to anything with out the reasons spelled out to him.
“You will continue to treat Potter as you are expected.”
“No.”
“Excuse me?”
“No, I won’t pretend to hate Harry. Think of something else.”
“Draco! This isn’t a childish game. You are in danger and you will listen to me.”
“I am listening, but I won’t pretend to hate Harry. We’ll have to think of something else.”
Draco watched his uncle suppress his anger with his eyes closed. He knew he was being stubborn, but he was an adult and refused to allow his uncle to ruin all his plans, besides it didn’t make any sense.
“Fine, then he will need to be here when we plan.”
Draco nodded and called, “Dobby.”
The little elf popped in shocking Severus. The dark man must not have realized that house elves could get through the Hogwarts Wards.
“I need you to get Harry and bring him here. Tell him that…that something is wrong and that I’m in danger if he doesn’t come.”
Oddly Dobby didn’t need any reassurance that he was okay. The little elf left for Harry immediately.
Harry arrived, panting, after a few minutes.
Harry glanced from Draco to Severus suspiciously.
“A house elf said you were in danger.”
Draco hung his head and nodded, “I told him that, I needed you to come. I’m sorry, something…”
Severus interrupted, “Potter, Mr. Malfoy was not himself. I do not care if you forgive him for his actions, but you will conduct yourself in a manor as to protect him.”
“So he is in danger?”
Severus regarded him coolly and Harry continued. “I already know he broke the spells, is he still in danger?”
Draco’s uncle glared at him for leaving that out and Draco shrugged unrepentant. His uncle hadn’t asked and Draco never gave out information.
“Yes, it is instrumental that Draco appears to remain cursed.”
“No.” Draco interrupted. Severus wasn’t going to convince Harry of a plan Draco already rejected. Harry glanced between them but Draco ignored him in favor of pushing every bit of stubbornness into the eyes that speared his uncle.
Severus sighed, “Very well. Do you have another idea?”
Draco sighed and looked down. He always thought better when he was pacing, but it was a weakness.
“You could tell the truth.” Harry supplied quietly, both other males focused on him in confusion.
“You could present a healed Draco to the head table at dinner, and tell them everything in front of everyone. They would question Quirrell and at the very least watch him.” Harry gulped at the attention and Draco wanted to kiss him.
Severus regarded them for a long moment.
“You propose…” another long moment. “That I drag Mr. Malfoy to the Great Hall during dinner and claim that he has been attacked, spell out the curses on him and then order him to tell the name of his attacker?”
Draco chuckled, “It would be fast and he wouldn’t have time to cover his tracks. I can provide pensive evidence since I have the memory and you have the parchment provided by the diagnostic spells.”
Severus blinked. “It’s bold. And it may not do anything. He will most assuredly have protection.”
Draco was a little worried that Voldemort would push for a confrontation among the children. He had taught Harry shield spells that could hold up to almost everything except unforgivables. He could set up layered shields to protect him and the Longbottom boy and Greg and Vince. Draco didn’t really care about any of the other kids.
An: alright, that's the last prewritten chapter so don't be surprised if they dont' come so fast now. i'm thinking it will only be one other chapter to finish out the year now.
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