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Second Mission	By : KitBaiu Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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This chapter was beta'd by PrettyPinkDepression and QuixoticContradiction, to whom I am eternally thankful. :D

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The fire burned brightly in the Gryffindor common room's fireplace. Harry sat in a chair directly in front of it. He leaned forward, his elbows resting against his knees and his hands clasped together. The dancing flames reflected in his glasses, creating an illusion that his green eyes were glowing.

He closed his eyes with a sigh. So many things ran through his mind. Draco had held his hand for a moment. But Harry just felt that whatever they were going to meet about in the Room of Requirement was going to be bad. If he still cared for Harry, then why was he avoiding him this entire week? Why did he put his arm around Pansy Parkinson, when before he kept ignoring her?

But the biggest thing that bothered him was the vision he had of Draco being tortured. Voldemort wanted information on something. What would Draco know that he wanted? Then Harry dwelled on his original suspicions of being a Death Eater. But Harry checked Draco's arm. He didn't have a Dark Mark. He didn't imagine it was something you could hide either, or surely, Snape or Karkaroff would have a couple years ago. . . wouldn't they have? None of it added up.

The creaking sound of the Fat Lady's portrait opening brought Harry back from his mental wanderings. Harry stood up and turned around to see Hermione, her eyes swollen and red.

"Did Ron come in here?" she asked, sniffling slightly.

"No," Harry said, walking over to her. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"He got so mad when he saw you leave with Malfoy. . ." Hermione sighed.

"What? Why?" Harry asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"He just stood up and started yelling at me. Then, when Malfoy came back in and you didn't, he ran off," she explained.

Harry's stomach twisted into a tight knot. "What did he say?"

"I don't know. He was so belligerent." Hermione sniffled again, wiping a tear from her cheek. Harry pulled out his wand. Holding his palm out flat, he waved his wand at his hand, and a handkerchief appeared there out of thin air. He handed it to Hermione, who continued, "Thanks. He said something about me and you and Malfoy and secrets. . . Then, he called me a bunch of terrible names."

"Like what?" Harry's eyes widened.

"I'm not repeating them," Hermione whispered, dabbing the bottom of her eyes with the handkerchief. "Let's just say they were very derogatory toward women."

Harry grimaced, "I'm sorry, Hermione. This is my fault."

"No, Harry, I don't care how mad he was. He had no right saying the things he said," she said.

Harry took a deep breath. "Tonight, I'm meeting Draco in the Room of Requirement. Afterward, I'm telling Ron the truth."

"You don't have to, Harry. He-"

"No, Hermione," Harry interrupted. "I do have to. It's been too long as it is."

Hermione smiled, placing the handkerchief in her robes pocket. "So, you're meeting in the Room of Requirement? Does that mean that you're, uh. . ."

"I don't know what it means," Harry sighed. "I have no idea what's going on. These past couple of weeks have been extremely confusing."

Hermione's face flickered a half-smile. She turned so she stood next to Harry, both of them facing the portrait hole. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "We'll get all of this sorted tonight. Whatever happens with you and Malfoy, I'll be here for you. We can sort things with Ron, then. We have too much to deal with and worry about to be stressed over our wayward boyfriends."

Harry grinned.

"Let's go," Hermione said. "Class will be starting soon."

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Harry took his time walking to the seventh floor. His Invisibility Cloak thrown over him, he stared aimlessly ahead. He kept telling himself he should feel excited for another chance to be alone with Draco. But, he couldn't bring himself to feel that way.

Ron had completely disappeared. He didn't show up for the second half of lessons and was nowhere to be found during lunch. Hermione and Harry asked around but nobody knew where Ron had gone. Harry hoped he'd return to Gryffindor Tower tonight. He really just wanted to get this whole thing off his chest. He'd rather Ron be mad about his and Draco's relationship then keep causing drama because he knew something was up.

Harry came to a stop. He realized while in his worried daze, he had completely walked past the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Turning back around, Harry walked to the blank spot on the wall that concealed the Room of Requirement.

Harry sighed. Placing his hands on the stone, he leaned forward slightly and rested his head against the wall. He closed his eyes. A voice echoed through his head, telling him not to go in, that he should just go back.

Opening his eyes, Harry stepped back. He stared intently at the wall, biting onto his bottom lip. He realized that even if Draco had news that he didn't want to hear, he had to face him, nonetheless.

Harry paced in front of the hidden room, slowly. His gaze lingered on the floor. I need a room that Draco and I can meet in alone. I need a room that Draco and I can meet in alone.

Harry stopped, blinking a few times. He turned toward the wall to see that a door had materialized. Stepping toward it, Harry extended a hand and gripped the doorknob. He hesitated.

Gently shutting his eyes, Harry took a long, deep breath. He opened his eyes and lifted his head up high. Slowly turning the handle, he pulled open the door.

Harry stepped inside, letting the door shut behind him. His eyes curiously scanned across the room, which was quite small. The walls were black, bare of any sort of decor. A plain table sat in the middle, a chair on either side. Four red candles hung in midair, a few feet above the corners of the table. They provided enough light for Harry to see that Draco stood, leaning against the back wall, with his arms crossed.

"Sit if you want," Draco said casually, his eyes lingering on the wall to the left.

Harry silently approached the table. Pulling the chair closest to him out, he took a seat. Harry's eyes remained locked on Draco, who did not return the gaze. Swallowing hard, Harry asked, "What's going on?"

Harry closed his eyes. He expected Draco to tell him that they couldn't be together because Voldemort found out and tortured him, and that it was all Harry's fault. He expected him to tell him their relationship was over because he lost interest in him. He even expected him to possibly say their relationship was over because he realized he did care about Pansy Parkinson. What he didn't expect to see when he opened his eyes was Draco smirking.

Draco shook his head. He looked back at the wall he had been staring at and said, "I used you, Potter."

"Wha-" Harry blinked. He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of what Draco just said. "What do you mean, Draco?"

"Draco?" He looked to Harry, one of his eyebrows curiously arched. "Since when do you call me that?"

"Since the night we-" Harry stopped. He could feel his cheeks flush slightly. "Never mind. What are you talking about?"

"I've thought about this all evening, Potter," Draco sighed, dropping his head then lifting it. He still kept his eye contact away from Harry. "I thought if I avoided you long enough, you might give up and leave me alone. I thought up a million excuses that I could give you. But, I realized you are an obsessive person, and the only way I could truly get rid of you was to tell you the truth, and I don't care about the repercussions, anymore."

"Get rid of me?" Harry repeated meekly. His throat instantly dried, and his heart felt like it contracted sharply. Although, a part of him expected Draco to express disinterest in Harry, it still hurt to hear.

"Yes, to get rid of you," Draco said with a scoff. His eyes continued to linger on an area of the left wall. "I used you. I got the information I needed, so I don't need you, anymore. You were a tool to me and nothing more, now go."

Harry's eyes opened wide. They locked intensely to the center of the table. He felt his face drain of any color. But he couldn't react; he couldn't say anything. A thousand questions ran through his head all at once, and he couldn't pick a single one to ask. He simply sat there, breathing slowly. His lungs felt like they had weights attached to them, every breath he took a strenuous struggle of labor.

"Didn't you hear me, Potter?" Draco snarled. He finally directed his attention to Harry with his eyes narrowed. He walked over to the table, opposite Harry, resting his hands on the edge. "I said I used you. I never cared for you. We're through, so get out of here."

"You're lying," Harry growled, looking up at Draco.

"Lying?" Draco tutted and turned away. "Why would I lie about that?"

"To protect me," Harry said.

Draco threw his head back and laughed derisively. He turned back around to face Harry. "Yes, I'm trying to protect you; because, you know how much I sacrifice what I want to help others." He shook his head with his gaze at the ceiling. Looking back at Harry, Draco said with a more serious tone. "Spare yourself a prolonged heartache and get this delusion out of your head that I'm a good person."

"I don't believe you," Harry muttered.

"Fine. Don't," Draco said casually, leaning back against the wall. He crossed his arms but kept one hand up so he could avert his gaze to his nails. "I really don't care, just as long as you leave me alone."

"What did you use me for then?" Harry asked, his tone growing more hostile.

"The Dark Lord needed to know if there was even the slightest flaw in the blood bond that protected you while you were at home," Draco dropped his hand and looked up at Harry with a sneer. "That little confession you gave to me a couple weeks ago about it ending when you turned seventeen or could no longer call the place home--Let's just say the Dark Lord was delighted to hear that information."

It was Harry's turn to laugh. "That's your excuse? You expect me to believe you put on this whole charade of liking me just so you could get that piece of information? Voldemort-" Draco gasped.

"Aw, what's wrong? You work for him, and you still flinch when you hear his name?" Harry stood up and rolled his eyes incredulously. "As I was going to say, Voldemort could've got that information from anyone. He didn't need you to-"

"No, he couldn't have," Draco interrupted. "From what I was told, only you and Dumbledore know. Not even the Order of the Phoenix know--Oh yes, Potter, I know what the Order of the Phoenix is--The point is, did you actually expect I could trick Dumbledore into telling me?"

"You could have used Veritaserum-"

"First of all, contrary to popular belief, Veritaserum isn't foolproof. Second, you would've gone running to Dumbledore-"

"-or used the Imperius Curse!"

"-Oh yeah, Potter, because Dumbledore wouldn't have noticed that."

"Then, why tell me the truth now?!" Harry screamed, pounding his fists against the tabletops. "Do you think I'm not going to tell Dumbledore?!"

"I already told you, I don't care about the repercussions anymore," Draco snarled. "Right now, I think being expelled would be a huge relief."

"Good because you're going to be!" Harry shouted, his entire body trembling fervently.

"Good!" Draco screamed back.

Harry marched around the table, walking straight up to Draco. The blond's eyes widened, and he stepped back. "What are you doing?"

"You're lying, Malfoy," Harry muttered, stopping a few inches in front of him and narrowing his eyes.

"I already told you," Draco scoffed. "The Dark Lord-"

"No, not about that," Harry interrupted. "Maybe that is why you started this. But, then it backfired, didn't it? You had feelings for me, and you didn't want to admit to yourself. But, as time went on, you couldn't deny it."

"Y-You're mad!" Draco stuttered.

"What did you see in the Mirror of Erised?" Harry asked, inching closer to Draco. "If you don't care for me, then you can tell me the truth."

Draco's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard.

"It was me, wasn't it?" Harry asked with a smirk. "What was I doing? Was I holding your hand?"

"It was my grandfather, you idiot!" Draco shouted. "He's dead! I don't like talking about it!" He turned away from Harry and walked to the door. Harry ran after him and grabbed his wrist.

"Get off me!" Draco snarled, jerking his arm away.

"Then, how come you made love to me that night?" Harry asked, running in front of Draco and blocking the door. "You could've just made me leave after I told you, but you didn't. You made love to me."

Draco threw his head back with laughter. He stopped and looked at the ground with a smirk. "Made love to you? I fucked you in the arse! I don't care; I wasn't the one taking it like the little poof you are."

Harry narrowed his eyes. His heart pounded intensely against his chest. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "And the whole next day? You didn't have to hold my hand; you didn't have to look at me, but you did."

"I must admit, Potter, holding such power over you did amuse me," Draco's eyes idly lifted to the ceiling.

Harry's mouth opened and closed a few times, but no sound came out. He felt desperate to find any excuse to prove Draco was just making up the entire thing. "Then, what about this?" Harry lifted his left wrist. The sleeve loosely dropped revealing the ID bracelet that Draco had given him.

"That piece of tripe?" Draco shrugged indifferently. He started walking back around the table. "I got Pansy one just like it the year previously. It didn't break my bank. Funny thing is, she was ready to fuck me too when I gave her hers." He stopped at the back wall, leaning back against it and crossing his arms. "Father always said girls become whores for shiny objects," he casually said with a smirk.

His gut contracted; his lips curled; his fists clenched so hard he could feel his nails break the skin of his palms. He stormed around the table and straight up to Draco.

Draco lifted his arms, as if trying to defend himself, and barely managed to say, "What are you-"

"Shut up!" Harry ordered, grabbing Draco's hands and pinning them on either side. Harry pressed his body against the blond. "You can't even look at me when you're saying this. Look me in the eye, and tell me you don't care about me."

Draco swallowed hard and looked down at Harry. Harry could see his bottom lip tremble slightly.

Harry smirked, "That's what I thought." Draco looked away, and Harry noticed the tiniest tear gleam in the corner of his eye. "Are you going to cry, Malfoy? Is lying to me really upsetting you that much? I'd imagine so."

Narrowing his eyes, Draco looked back down at Harry. "I hate you," he whispered, wriggling his hands free then shoving Harry off of him.

Harry stumbled back a couple feet, reaching back and grabbing onto the table to stabilize himself. Walking back up to Draco, Harry stopped when the blond screamed, "Don't touch me!"

"Admit it, Malfoy!" Harry shouted.

"I'm crying because you have your filthy hands on me!" Draco screamed with his fists and eyes clenched shut. He opened his eyes with a scowl still across his face. "Everything I had to do. . . I disgusted myself. You disgust me. You're disgusting!"

Harry stood silent for several moments. His bottom lip trembled, and then he let his face fall into his hands.

"Do you finally get it, Potter?" he heard Draco say. "I used you, nothing more, nothing less."

"I loved you. . ." Harry whispered into his hands.

"Aw, why don't you go cry about it to your Mudblood?" Draco said with mock-pity.

Harry's arms dropped and instantly stiffened. Looking up at Malfoy, Harry's eyes narrowed viciously, and tears streamed down his cheeks. "Don't you talk that way about my friends. Say what you want about me, but leave them out of this," he muttered.

Malfoy smirked, walking over to the table and leaning against the edge. "Like I care, Potter. Your friends are a bunch of Mudbloods and blood traitors, and they're all pathetic."

Harry growled, his teeth bared. He threw his arms in front of him and ran toward Malfoy. Closing his hands around the blond's throat, Harry slammed into him so hard that the table couldn't support their weight and crashed to the floor under them. His grip tightening, Harry buried his nails into Malfoy's skin.

The Slytherin gagged and reached up, grabbing onto Harry's shoulders. He used all his strength to throw Harry off of him and push himself to his hands and knees, gasping for breath.

Harry skidded into the back wall with a loud thud. Furiously, he reached into his robes' pocket, desperate to grab his wand. When he finally got hold of it, he pulled it out and pointed it at Malfoy, who already had his own wand pointed at Harry. The brunette had barely shouted, "Stu-" when he saw a red light, and everything went black.

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Harry stood in his empty dormitory. A cool night breeze flew in from the open window, making Harry's robes flare elegantly. He didn't want to talk to anybody tonight. He had brushed off Hermione immediately and didn't really notice or care if Ron was in the common room.

When he woke up in the Room of Requirement, he felt fine. The back of his head wasn't sore of anything. He hadn't been expecting it but didn't question it either. He just made his way back to the Gryffindor common room, ready to spend the rest of the night in his dormitory.

Lifting his hand, Harry pulled back his sleeve, revealing the bracelet Malfoy had given him. Harry unclasped it and held it in his other hand. Extending his arm out the window, he remained still; the mild whistle from the air flowing through the window produced the only sound.

With a sigh, Harry closed his eyes. Open your hand. Drop it. Let it go.

His arm trembled, and with each passing second, it grew heavier. He wanted to let his arm fall to his side, but his determination made him keep it in place. His lips curling and his eyes opening, Harry fought hard to simply open his hand and watch the bracelet drop. Such a simple task yet he couldn't bring himself to do it.

With a low growl, Harry brought his arm back inside, banging the window shut. He stormed over to his trunk and pulled it open. A harsh grunt escaped his throat as he threw the bracelet inside. Clasping the top of the trunk, Harry slammed it back down.

He took a long breath and let his body slump over the trunk. He turned his head to the side, with his arms sprawled limply. If only I'd listened to Hermione. . . If only I hadn't been so stupid. . . If only I hadn't been so selfish. . .

Harry turned to rest his forehead against his trunk, cradling his arms around his head. He knew he couldn't stay like this forever and that he had to have contact with other beings at some point. But, tonight just didn't feel like the night. He gently closed his eyes. This is all my fault.

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