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For the Want of a Nail	By : thewickednix Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4934 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 15. Traitor

From the first touch of our lips, Malfoy seems paralyzed. I ignore it and continue to ravage his mouth, just waiting for him to push me away. Because we both know that is what will happen.
But instead I feel a cool hand uncertainly seek its path up my neck, behind my ear and wove itself into my hair. I gasp and pull myself higher from my uncomfortable position on my elbows until I am sitting upright. Malfoy kisses me back tentatively, his tongue cautiously seeking out to meet mine. He moves from crouching above my feet to sitting down on his knees, practically in my lap. I feel as though I'm in a dream, and hurriedly wrap my arms around Malfoy's neck, frantically trying to prevent him from vanishing.
He doesn't. Instead he reaches out his other arm to wrap it around my waist, his hand seeking its way under my shirt, bringing our bodies together. Malfoy's hand is cool against my flushed skin, and I shudder at the mixture of sensation it brings. I thrive in the knowledge that this is happening, without the impact of Malfoy's vampiric needs. This is just me and him, me and him...
"...Draco."
It's a mere whisper, barely audible. But Malfoy hears it and freezes. He breaks the kiss and pulls away slowly, eyes never leaving mine. "I- I can't... we can't-" he whispers, almost sobs. His face looks calm, except for the small frown around his mouth. Malfoy sighs heavily as he stands up.
"I'm sorry." he murmurs, face to the floor, disappearing soundlessly from the room. The only thing I hear as I am left alone on the floor is the door clicking shut behind him.
I can only wonder about who it was that decided for my life to be this fucking unbearable.

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The following week goes by filled with an unbearable amount of noise and life.
Ron and Hermione won't leave me alone for a second, after all the three of us have been apart for over three months. And after Lupin and Mr and Mrs Weasley left, Ron doesn't bother to keep his unnaturally loud voice down anymore. The only thing silent is Malfoy.
Him I've seen only two times in the past week, once in the entrance hall and the other time when he came to ask if Hermione would be so kind to let him feed off her. I felt as if I was suffocating, watching the two of them leave the room, Hermione looking much too happy. She came back fifteen minutes later, her giddy and flushed expression causing Ron to throw another fit. I didn't care any longer, the only thought in my mind was that he asked for her.

Not for me.

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I walk past Potter into the drawing room, where Shacklebolt and Dumbledore are already waiting. The raven haired boy doesn't even look at me. He only stares at the floor silently, looking much like someone just died. I force myself to ignore him and greet the Headmaster and the Auror instead.
"Draco!" Dumbledore exclaims merrily, while Shacklebolt only nods quietly. "Are you ready?"

Ready? No. Never for this. "Yes, sir."
"Good," he smiles, eyes twinkling behind half-moon spectacles as he looks over to Shacklebolt. "Kingsley here will be under a basic Disillusionment charm. We thought nothing more advanced would be required since Mrs Malfoy is hardly expecting you to bring anyone. And," he adds, suddenly more grave. "I just connected Grimmauld Place to the Floo network. It will close at 6pm, for security reasons, so you will have to be back by then. That gives you approximately three hours."
I nod slowly. "That's fine. I erased the security this morning, so we should be able to Floo there as soon as Mr Shacklebolt is ready."
The Auror hurries to do the charm on himself, and we all watch him disappear before our eyes. I take my wand out of my pocket. The wood feels alien and hard in my hand, unfamiliar after so long without using it. I watch as an invisible Shacklebolt makes the urn with Floo powder levitate from its place upon the fire place towards me. I take a hand full of the powder and step into the fire place. Taking one last glance at the people in the room, I throw the powder into the flames. "Malfoy Mansion, Draco Malfoy's quarters!"
The last thing I see as I am swirled away into the flames are green eyes staring back at me.

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I step out into a familiar bedroom, decorated in silver and green. I snort. How different my life was, how different I was the last time I was here.
A whooshing sound is head from behind me, green flames flicker and an invisible person covered with soot steps out into my room. Shacklebolt spells himself clean and is totally invisible once more. I follow his example before I take a deep breath and walk with steady steps towards the door to the hall. Shacklebolt is a good Auror, I can barely hear his steps behind me.
I clench my hand around my wand as I walk through the corridor and down the stairs into the main hall. I don't have to wonder where Mother is, at three o'clock she would rather die than not be enjoying her afternoon tea. I head downstairs for the main drawing room, making sure my steps are totally soundless. The door is half closed, and I push it open, walking inside to meet my mother's horrified stare. She drops the cup she was holding, tea scattering over the persian carpet.
"Draco?" she asks, voice shrill and frightened.
I nod curtly. "Mother."
Narcissa rises from her chair slowly, and walks with staggering steps over to me. "Where have you been?" she asks, reaching out a hand to caress my cheek. "The school told me you had run away..."
I smile softly. "It's a long story. Shall we?" I gesture towards the sofa. Mother nods quickly and pulls me down next to her. I hear Shacklebolt enter the room and stand inside the door, not far from us. I look around at the familiar room. Though I feel like I've been away for years, everything is exactly the way I remember it. The purple walls and the massive chandeliers, reflected in the magnificent mirrors on the East wall.
"Tea?" Mother asks, already pouring me a cup. I nod though the mere idea of the liquid makes my stomach turn, and accept the cup with a smile. Pretending to take a sip, I then put the cup down on the coffee table.
"So, where have you been?" Mother asks again. "I had people searching for you everywhere, and no one could find a clue to where you had gone."
I smile at the confused woman, as I would to calm a crying child. If against all odds I ever were to care for a crying child, that is. "I acquired some problems with some of the other students at school, so I left to join our Lord a little earlier than previously planned."
My words have very little effect on my mother. "Really?" she asks, voice now calmer. "Your Father hasn't mentioned anything about that."
I am a little surprised, I had not expected to get Mother to speak of Father so fast. He would be so pissed to know she isn't being more careful, even with me. "You are in contact with Father, then?" I ask, bypassing Mother's disguised question.
The woman smiles softly, as happy a smile as a Malfoy is allowed. "Yes. Not often, as you realise it is not safe. But he Floos in once in a while to tell me if there is something he needs done, and I do it for him. Otherwise I can't be of much use to him." she sighs softly, and I wonder how much Mother truly adores her husband. I used to believe she was only afraid of him, but it seems I was mistaken. The realisation makes my task even harder, though I know what must be done.
"Is he with the Dark Lord?" I ask coolly, taking another pretend-sip of my tea. My mother furrows her brow at me, looking slightly worried. "Have you not seen him? I do not know his whereabouts, it is not safe to share such things, even with me..." her voice fades away into a whisper, her hands shaking softly.
I realise any information Mother may have about Father, she will not give me voluntarily. I look at the proud woman before me, and sigh, knowing that the time to pretend is over. Putting down my tea cup once again, I straighten my posture and take a deep breath.
"Was it you who used Piaculum Venia on the other prisoners in Azkaban?"
My question seems to shake Mother more than I had expected. She stares at me in wonderment for a moment before nodding slowly. "Yes. Yes, it was me. Why do you ask?"
I ignore her question coldly. "Did Father tell you to do it?"
Mother stares at me for another minute, confusion and sadness marring her features. "He asked me to, once when I visited him." she says quietly, furrowing her brow. "Why do you want to know that?"
I stand, finally ending this useless pretence. Drawing my wand, I watch horror flick over Mother's face. "Draco?" she whispers, disbelief lacing her voice.
"I need you to tell me where any letters you have gotten from Father are." I command, voice cold and harsh, leaving no room for objections.
"In the top drawer of your father's desk." Mother answers automatically, as if forced to by an un-cast spell. In spite of her fright and confusion. "But Draco, why does the Dark Lord need-"

Stupid woman.

"The Dark Lord probably doesn't need those letters, but I do." I cut her off, deepening the crevice between her eyes. "And he won't be happy if he ever finds out I was here." I add as an afterthought. Still pointing my wand at Mother, I walk towards the fire place. "If you would be so kind, Mother, I would like you to come here." I command, and suddenly find the fire lit. Shacklebolt is an efficient colleague, I find.
Mother stumbles towards me, as if compelled to obey in spite of everything. "What is this, Draco? What are you doing?"
I silence her with a raised hand, and turn towards the doors instead, waving my wand. "Accio Father's Letters," I murmur, imagining the letters in my Father's desk. A moment later a thin pile of paper floats through the door and into my hands. "Shacklebolt," I command, looking to where I hear his breathing. "Can you Apparate to outside the head quarters with my mother? I will go by Floo and tell Dumbledore to meet you so he can let her inside the house."
"Yes." Shacklebolts low voice murmurs. Mother gives out a high pitched shriek and stares at the empty room in horror. "Draco, who else is here?" I look down my nose at the woman I once feared almost as much as Father. "That is none of your concern right now, Mother. Now behave, don't try anything stupid, and everything will be all right." With those words I nod towards Shacklebolt, produce a handful of Floo powder from an urn, and step into the flames.

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I step out of the fire place and am immediately greeted by Dumbledore, Potter, Granger and the Weasel. "Well?" the Headmaster asks.
"Shacklebolt is bringing her here. You have to go outside, sir, to let them in. I can't because of the Fidelius." I speak fast, before hurrying out to the main door.
"Narcissa Malfoy is coming here?!" I hear the Weasel shriek, but I manage to ignore the oblivious fool. Dumbledore says nothing, but goes outside. I look out just in time to see Mother appear out of thin air, holding on to the no longer invisible Shacklebolt. She looks without fear into Dumbledore's face as he speaks to her, before handing her a note. Mother's eyes flicker over the paper, and within seconds it bursts into flames. I see Mother's eyes focus on the house, and on me, standing in the doorway.
"Draco!" she gasps, obediently following Dumbledore and Shacklebolt into the house. Her face holds nothing of the fear I saw in the Mansion. Of course, no true Malfoy would let it be shown in front of strangers. I lead her into the drawing room, where I order her to sit. She does so, facing me where I sit in another chair.
"Draco, what is this?" she demands, fighting to keep her calm and watching as Dumbledore and Shacklebolt enter the room. The Golden Trio try to enter the room, but the Headmaster shuts the door in front of them. He then takes a comfortable seat in a chair and keeps smiling, while Shacklebolt goes to stand by the wall.
"Mother, I need you to tell me everything you know about Father's whereabouts." I command, bringing both fear and anger to her face. The emotions vanish in a second though, for Mother has realised she is not amongst friends anymore. A calm and collected witch sits before me. "I have no idea what you are talking about, Draco. I have not spoken to your father since I last visited him in Azkaban." Her voice is cool and steady. Were I not knowing she was lying, I would have no reason to doubt her words.
"Don't play games with me, Narcissa." I order in that cold impersonal voice I know will work against my mother. And yes, she shudders under my gaze and seems to shrink in size. "You told me before you were in contact with him. Shacklebolt-" I gesture towards the man by the wall, "was there all the while. We know. Now I just need you to confess what you wouldn't tell me earlier."
The silence drags out, as Mother fights to collect herself and gather her previous strength. Mother is a good actor and looks completely calm, but I can hear her blood pulsing furiously through her veins. "I know nothing. There is nothing I can add to what I told you before." Proudly Mother looks around her at the people witnessing the scene. "I cannot believe you would to this to me, Draco." she states coldly, sky blue eyes meeting mine steadily. "That you would betray your own mother, your family, for these blood-traitors and Mudbloods!" She looks much like she would like to continue, but I break her off with a humourless snort.
"Well Mother, the disappointment is equal." I tap my fingers nonchalantly against each other. "I, for one cannot believe that you would lower yourself to being a meaningless pawn in the Dark Lord's games, just because Father told you to." I stand and walk slowly towards my Mother, who now looks ever angrier. "You could have walked free. You had not yet done anything irreparable. But this stunt you pulled in Azkaban..." I leave the threat unsaid. I can smell the fear on Mother now, though her face remains unmoved.
I sneer, a wicked smile marring my features as I approach my mother. "Was it worth it?" I drawl hollowly, seeing the fear in her eyes as my features twist into the cold facade I've learned so well from Father. "Was he worth it, Mother? Was he worth giving up your freedom? Worth risking your life for a useless cause? Worth giving up your son to a madman?" For each word I say my voice becomes more like a growl, and the last comes out is but a snarl. "Was he worth killing your only son for?!"
Mother stares at me with confusion and fright, but with no less anger and pride than before. She stands up from her seat, facing me bravely. I almost feel the urge to applaud her braveness, stupid as it may be.
"What are you talking about, Draco?" she asks noncomically, raising a pale eyebrow. "The decision for you to join our Lord was not mine, but your father's. And you did not die, or whatever you are trying to imply. Nor would you have had to, if you had not made the wrong choice." Narcissa narrows her eyes as she leaves the threat hanging in the air. She looks defiantly around the room, giving both Dumbledore and Potter an especially disdainful glare.
I stare at her in silence for a minute. Though I try to muster up all the anger I have felt inside me for so long, now all I can grasp is numbness. I feel sorry for this woman, who understands so little, and cares for even less. And now it is too late for her.
"You could have opposed to his decision." I whisper, turning Mother's face back towards me. "You could have stepped up, for once in your life. But you didn't, did you?!" My voice heightens to a roar, and suddenly all that lost rage has erupted. I clench my hands into fists, feeling my nails eat their way into my skin. "You sent your only son to die, Mother. I was going to off myself before the night of my initiation, so that bastard could never lay a hand on me." I hiss the last words, the suppressed rage causing my body to tremble violently. But I smile viciously as I continue, staring into my mother's shocked face.
"But you see, Narcissa. Fate got in the way." And I chuckle mirthlessly at the horror on my mother's face as I bare my fangs at her. She stumbles backwards, falling back down on the sofa. "You- you're-..." she only manages to mumble, her breath quickening in panic, her pulse throbbing in my ears.
"Yes." I grin venomously, reaching out for the table and picking up a silver fork. "I am. And guess what?" Smirking at Mother, I swirl the fork in my hand. "I cannot die. So now..." I close my hand around the cutlery and clench my fingers around the metal. "I'm going to eliminate every reason why I should." And I open my hand to reveal nothing but sparkling dust, slipping through my fingers.
I turn back to my mother, who is staring from me to the dust on the floor and back again. Suddenly she looks so much older. She shudders as she stares up at me, as if she didn't know me anymore. "You are just like your Father." she whispers, and I feel my breath get caught in my throat. When I finally manage to breathe freely again, I turn around and walk back to my seat. "You will tell us everything you know. If you refuse, I will make you."
Sitting down, I sneer at the woman I once called Mother.
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