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A Spiders Web	By : twodollartrick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-End
- 2-Green
- 3-Bruise
- 4-Learning
- 5-Solo
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The purpose of life...
...is a life with purpose

I was determined to win. That�s me all over, I always want to win. If this thing wanted a fight, then it would get one, because I would not take this lying down. I�d have to do it in a tactile way, of course. I often chuckled at Crabbe and Goyle, for although they had the muscle to kick the shit out of anyone they wanted in the school, they could be easily outwitted by the smallest first former. But I understand that the key to beating an opponent senseless is to know what their game is, to know what they�re about. Find their weaknesses and play on them.
And so, that�s how I came to be on the train back to Hogwarts reading up on Leukaemia. I wanted to know everything about it so I could beat it. It was hard, with Pansy�s prying eyes and wandering hands trying to gain access to me. I had to hide the pamphlet I received from the hospital inside a copy of the Quibbler and sit facing her so she wouldn�t see. I�d commanded Crabbe and Goyle to get me a load of candy from anyone who had some.
�Is this turning you on, huh babe?� asked Pansy. It wasn�t. Not just because it was a girl that was trying to rub my crotch, but the fact that the keyword was trying. I�d have had more pleasure from watching sheep go at it.
�Oh yeah,� I said in a bored voice. �That�s the stuff.� Pansy giggled flirtatiously and continued to rub her hand over my pants as though she had dropped something on the floor and was frantically trying to find it.
�You want more, huh?� she asked.
�Yep, keep it coming,� I said, continuing to read the pamphlet. It said that three in ten adults survive the disease, which I already knew, but when it comes to children, seven in ten survive. My heart gave a flicker of hope. Was seventeen classed as a child still? I know in some cases that they say sixteen is the point where you reach adulthood, but bodies continued to grow sometimes up until the age of twenty one. Maybe I was still considered a child? But my hopes were crushed when I turned the page.
There was a chart, showing the survival rate of Leukaemia. While the child�s one was quite high, the adult one plummeted as low as my heart. Especially when I saw that children were classed from 0-15.
�You�re so hot Draco,� Pansy purred. I was suddenly snapped back to reality. I threw the Quibbler away from me in fury and watched the pages flutter in a flurry around the carriage. Pansy leapt back in fright and I couldn�t help but feel a slight twinge of satisfaction that I could scare her. The pamphlet fall onto the seat opposite where it stared at me accusingly. I saw that Pansy had spotted it too. In a flash I had pulled my wand out of my robes and sent the fucking piece of crap into a flame-ridden oblivion. Pansy squealed and pulled her hand back in fright, just inches away from picking it up to inspect it.
�Fucking cheap trash,� I muttered.
Pansy looked afraid. �Were you talking about that, or�?� her voice trailed off timidly.
�I was talking about you,� I snarled. Her pug face crumpled into unhappiness and it infuriated me that she could be controlled so easily, even if I were the one doing the controlling. �You�re so pathetic,� I continued, �you�ve got the sex appeal of an Alsatian and you make me physically sick.�
She was crying now, but I didn�t stop. I couldn�t stop. �I�m saying this to you and you�re just sitting there, taking it. You�re pathetic! Weak! Useless! Walk out if you don�t want to hear it. Go on! If you don�t like what I�m saying to you then walk out.�
She predictably sat there, looking at me through tear-stained eyes. I turned away and looked out of the window, watching the scenery go by. Neither of us made any sounds, apart from the occasional subdued sniff from Pansy. After a while I heard the carriage door open and shut. I turned around, glad that the carriage was to myself, until I saw the bulking figures of Crabbe and Goyle standing at the door.
�What do you two great oafs want?� I asked nastily. Pansy flinched while Crabbe and Goyle looked at me stupidly, not knowing I�d insulted them. Their stupidity made me madder.
�You�re so fucking stupid,� I shouted, �why don�t you fucking insult me back? Stand up to me.� They didn�t do anything of the sort as they stayed rooted to the spot, eyes downcast.
�I�m going,� I announced, getting up from my seat and pushing past them, �to find some people with guts. I�ve had enough of you losers for today.� I winced as a searing pain shot up my leg. My joints were seizing up again.
�Draco, are you okay?� asked Pansy concernedly, rushing to her feet. I couldn�t stand her niceties.
�I�m fucking fine, quit fussing,� I spat, pushing her back down with such force that Crabbe and Goyle took a menacing step towards me. I stared into their eyes, daring them to do something, to hit me in protection of Pansy, but my steely gaze weakened them, and I pushed past them, still gritting my teeth over my leg, and walked out of the carriage,
I usually resolved my aching joints in a nice, hot, soothing bath, but we still had hours to go before we reached the school so that wasn�t an option. I wanted to sit down, but I didn�t want to go and sit with those guys again. They�d only feel sympathetic.
I caught sight of three second former HufflePuffs running down the train in front of me. Their happiness annoyed me. Pointing my wand at the nearest one, I cast a spell that lifted him up into the air by his ankles. He screamed in terror and begged me to put him down, while his two friends watched the scene helplessly. My leg gave another jolt of pain and I almost cried out. Instead, I jerked the young boys body round in the air until he clutched onto his leg, crying bitterly. Satisfied, I released him from the spell and watched him drop to the floor, still clutching his leg.
�I-think-its-broken,� he said in gasping sobs. My smile grew wider as I stepped over him, making sure I trod on his leg. My own leg felt much better. I wondered what there was to do now. Looking into the various carriages I saw many people were eating. I�d asked Crabbe and Goyle to get me some sweets earlier, but I didn�t really feeling like eating them. I knew it was down to a symptom of Leukaemia, and to spite it, I wanted to gorge myself on food until I was sick, but it wasn�t physically possible, I just couldn�t eat.
I amused myself by threatening first years with a crucacius curse. Most of them must of knew who I was for they didn�t dare try and tell me that the curse was illegal. I also looked at the new Slytherins in interest. They looked so small, so pathetically weak that I pondered whether to send them flying off the train with their suitcases whacking them in the ass as they went. I decided against it, however, as I saw Professor McGonagall marching towards me determinedly. I gave her a wide smile.
�Good morning Professor,� I said, not meaning it. She�d grew uglier this year, a real old bat. The fact that she was practically snarling at me in a dog-like fashion didn�t help. I knew what this was about.
�Mathew Creevy informed his brother Colin who informed me that you cast a spell on him that has resulted in bone damage. Is this true?�
�No Professor,� I said, only half bothering to put on a truthful tone. �I�ve been sitting in my seat for the entire journey. Ask Pansy.� I knew she�d cover for me. She�d fucking jump off of the moving train for me.
�The reliability of Miss Parkinson�s word will not suffice as a proof of evidence, Mr Malfoy,� she said, fumingly. �As it is merely your word against his however, I am forced to drop the complaint. But you had better believe that I shall be keeping a close eye on you this term, and woe betide you if Mr. Creevy has an injury that Madam Pomfrey cannot cure.�
She pushed past me and I gave a half hearted shrug to myself. Who cares. So what if the little shit has a broken leg for the rest of his life. I have Leukaemia. I�m going to die. This little fact put a new perspective on things. What did anything matter? I was going to die. It was inevitable. I continued my journey along the train uncaringly, knocking people off their feet with various spells if they got in my way. I soon found myself in a sea of tacky red and gold robes and knew where I�d arrived. Sure enough, there, in the first carriage, was the golden trio themselves.
Granger still looked like a bushy-haired beaver. The mudblood was reading determinedly from a book, no doubt swotting up for the N.E.W.Ts this year. I wished she�d fail all her exams, it would probably send her into cardiac arrest. I chuckled as the image of her fainting when she saw her shit results popped into my mind, before it was burst as previous test results of hers flooded over the lovely thought.
She was sitting next to Weasley, who looked as cheap as ever with his patchy robe that didn�t fit him properly. He was stuffing his face with food, causing the mudblood to look up from her book and give him a disgusted look. It looked like they were arguing now; his ears glowed up to a bright red matching the colour of his goofy hair. I hoped it would turn into a fight. I wouldn�t know who to root for; I didn�t know which one I hated the most.
But the golden boy ruined it. A few seemingly soothing words later and the pair were back to being friends. My body shook with rage as I watched him grinning, pleased with his handiwork. He thought he was so fucking special. It infuriated me that everyone loved and worshipped him. He was nothing good. He was nothing at all. He shouldn�t even fucking exist. The dark lord should have vanquished him before he was born. Should have aimed his wand right at his mother�s bloated pregnant belly. Troubles over, no Potter, I win.
But he existed, and I hated the fact that I wouldn�t for much longer. It was a fucker to admit, but whenever we came into competition with each other, he always came out better than me. Though I knew the art of researching your opponent thoroughly, Potter brought out a side of me that didn�t care about plans, or carefulness, a side of me who just wanted to win, and I always ended up losing my temper around him and losing. The fact that I was now going to die before him meant he was going to win again. I couldn�t take that.
I�d planned on bursting in there and provoking them into a fight, but the energy was drained from me now. Giving the carriage door a venomous last look, I turned and made me way back to my own carriage. We were still a while off, but I could do with some sleep...

�Are you sure you don�t want anything to eat?� Pansy asked worriedly, lingering at the doors of the great hall.
�Yes.�
�But you didn�t have anything to eat at all today, did you?�
�No.�
�Don�t you think you ought��
�Don�t you think you ought to mind your own fucking business and let me be?� I snapped, causing her to reel back in shock and blink rather stupidly. �If I was hungry I would eat, I�m not fucking stupid.� Crabbe and Goyle caught my eye and I couldn�t stop myself from taking a shot at them. �I�m not fucking stupid like these two,� I said, indicating them. �They�d fucking overeat themselves even if they weren�t hungry. Fat fuckers.�
They didn�t say anything and I sighed and walked off huffily. Nobody stands up to me. They just let me go on ruining their lives. It sounded stupid, but I wanted someone to ruin my life. Make me feel bad. Make me feel a little less like a cunt that I was treating people like that. But nobody dared. I walked around the familiar twisting corridors. Nobody fucking dared stand up to me. I�d liked that for the first couple of years. I�d put up with it for the next couple of years. But for the last few years, it had gotten tedious.
The corridors turned an acidic green colour and the temperature plummeted to freezing point as I walked over to the entrance of the Slytherin common room.
�Passsssssssword,� hissed the stone snake who guarded the door.
�Razalas Ressurected,� I said impatiently. The snake didn�t reply but uncoiled itself to let me climb through the hole. Stepping into the common room, I gave a sigh of relief as I saw I had it to myself. It wasn�t anything special, especially compared to my private bedroom that father shelled out an extra few hundred thousand galleons for each year, but it was familiar and stable, and familiarity and stability were things I could go for now.
I settled down into a comfortable chair and relaxed. I was contented to listen to the sound of my own breathing for a while, watching my chest rise and fall. I tried to imagine the leukaemia swirling around inside of me, racing to get to the unaffected parts of my body first. I stopped breathing and my chest stood still. Take that you fucking shit, if I don�t breathe, then you don�t get to go on living either. My vision blurred as I continued to hold my breath, but I wouldn�t budge. My body fought against me, trying to force me into breathing but I still denied oxygen from entering my body. Just when I thought I couldn�t take any more and my surroundings were starting to go dizzy, my body gave a backlash, my resistance was defeated and sweet, poisonous oxygen flowed through my body once more.
I gave a single bitter sob as I imagined the leukaemia swirling gloriously around inside of me, laughing over the fact that it was beating me. A sharp pain made my arm suddenly convulse and I imagined its cruel snickers as it saw what it was doing to me. Tears fell more freely as I sobbed desperately. I looked around my surroundings wildly as though there would be a clue to help me beat it hiding somewhere, but it was hopeless. All I saw was green. The colour of envy. The colour of evil. The colour of illness.
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