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What Do You Want From Me?	By : CalyB Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2129 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Well not here, anyone could walk in and interupt us. Is there somewhere we can go?�
�I can�t just leave Potter, I�m working. And thanks to you, I have a disgusting mess to clean off the floor.�
�I�ll take care of that.�
�And just how are you going to do that? Do you have a clone of me hiding in your pocket with a mop?�
�Not exactly.�
He raises his wand and for the first time since he arrived I actually feel afraid.
�If I wanted to harm you Draco, I would have done it long before now.�
Maybe, maybe you were just trying to lull me into a false sense of security.
�Oh for fucks sake will you shut up.�
�I didn�t say anything and you can�t hold my thoughts against me. If you don�t want to hear them - stop listening.�
�Whatever. Duplicous.�
I watch with mild fascination as a white light surrounds me and after it�s vanished I see a perfect duplicate of myself standing to my left.
�What the hell is that?�
�Do you like it Draco? He�s the perfect copy of you. He knows everything you know and can do everything you can do. We�ll leave him here to do your work while we talk.�
�How do you know he�ll stay?�
�It�s part of the spell, he�s like you� under imperious. So, he�ll do whatever you tell him and when the spell is ended *poof* he�s gone. It was a nifty little spell to use during the war but it�s not like you�d really know anything about that.�
Personal jab at me, noted. Image of Harry having sex with that thing to replace me burned into my memory.
�Oh gods Draco. Only you would think something like that.�
Not being able to think of anything else to do or say, I shrug..
�Do you want to go or not?�
�Yeah ok. Malfoy - not you Draco - run the shop while we�re away and clean up that mess on the floor. I�ll be back to collect you later.�
�Ok.�
The duplicate goes to the back, returning with the mop and a bucket and begins to clean up the mess I made. It�s weird to see myself like that but I don�t really have time to think about that now. I turn to Harry - nod and we leave. Once outside the shop I have a thought.
�Harry?
�Yes?�
�You didn�t really have wards on the building did you?�
�No.�
Silence.
�Do you have somewhere we can go?�
I nod.
�My flat�s just around the corner. Follow me.�
I don�t really want to take him there but I can�t think of anywhere else to go at the moment, so I really no other choice.
�Why don�t you want to take me there?�
�I told you to stop that!�
�I can�t help it.�
�Yes you can. And well, it�s not the best place in the world.�
�We aren�t on a date Draco.�
�I know but still. Come on, just around this corner.�
The walk to the flat seems longer somehow but we make it there in no time. After entering I look at Harry to gauge his reaction to my current living arrangements but he doesn�t seem to have one, so I don�t worry about it.
�Nice place.�
�Thanks.�
�I wasn�t serious.�
�I know.�
Looking around I realize there�s only one place for more than one person to sit, and that�s the bed. It doesn�t really seem like a good idea to me and as I�m about to point that out, Harry makes the decision for me and sits in the chair. I flop down on the bed.
�So?�
�So what?�
�You know what Draco.�
�You said you wanted an explanation, you never said what you wanted one for.�
�You know what for.�
�No I don�t. Do you want to know where babies come from? Or how to make a proper cup of coffee or -�
�Stop it! You know what I want to know so just tell me!�
He�s becoming agitated. I don�t know why I insist on antagonizing him.
�I�m sorry Harry, but I can�t tell you anything unless I know what exactly it is you want to hear.�
�I want to know why you did it!�
�Did what?�
�Why you left me!�
This was not at all what I expected to hear. I mean, I knew he�d be curious as to why I came to the muggle world but I thought his question had more to do with the final battle than anything else.
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FLASHBACK

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I decided early on in seventh year that I would not be joining the deatheater ranks, due to my lack of being insane. However, I found out quickly that Voldemort did not do so well with rejection and wanted my head on a platter. So, I went to the �light side� for protection. They provided it reluctantly, I knew they didn�t trust me but it is in their nature to try and save people, so they tried to save me. I did not believe in there cause anymore than Voldemort�s but when the time came, I had to choose a side, so in my mind I was picking the lesser of two evils. Early on I developed an uneasy truce with Harry but after awhile and many life or death situations, it turned into something more. I discovered that almost dieing half a dozen times with someone could change things.
The very first time started with a fight, completely cliché I know but that�s how it happened. We had just returned from a very physically and emotionally draining mission and he was in a foul mood. Most people just let him be but I couldn�t bring myself to do the same. We started a screaming match as soon as we got in the door and it continued until we reached his room. I�m not exactly sure what happened once we were alone in there, all I knew was one minute I was screaming how very much I loathed his existence and the next well� I was screaming for an entirely different reason. It was a way to work out our frustrations or so I had thought. What I choose to believe. I know differently now.
The last battle was not what I expected. I had been doing reconnaissance for almost a year, so I�d never actually been in combat but we were running low on men at the time and I really didn�t have a choice in the matter. It was an eye opening experience, to say the least. I killed my first person in that fight. Gregory Goyle, we used to be friends (of sorts) but he chose the opposite side and well� he would have killed me given half the chance. The battle went on for hours, people where falling all around me. I was throwing and dodging hexes, not sure of where they were coming from or where they were going. I was fighting for my life.
Then it happened.
I heard Harry screaming and looked to the top of hill (I hadn�t even noticed one before then.) just in time to see a stream of bright green light hit Ron Weasley and my father standing a few feet away - wand drawn, obviously the one who threw the hex. Weasley was like a brother to Harry, so I knew his wraith would be swift and painful. But he was still my father, the only one I had. I needed to do something, although I wasn�t sure what. I ran as fast as I could but it just wasn�t fast enough. By the time I got there, my father was already dead but not by magic. Harry had� he had� broken his neck. I�m still not sure how he got close enough to do it. He had to have disarmed him first... I have no idea how. I don�t think I wanted to know. I still don�t.
I did know one thing, I needed to find Harry. He wasn�t anywhere near my father by the time I got there and I couldn�t see him anywhere. It started to rain then and the rain brought lighting. That�s when I saw them. Voldemort and Harry, in the middle of the battlefield, oblivious to what was going on around them. I raced towards them but unfortunately for me, I got there just in time to catch their wands.
I was petrified. They turned to me and I knew what I was supposed to do. Harry - Good, Voldemort - Evil, it was simple right? Only it wasn�t. Logically, I knew I should have thrown them both to Harry� but I didn�t. I can�t describe what I felt, call it coward-ness, call it selfish, call it weak, call it whatever the fuck you like� I have no idea what it was. I looked at Voldemort, then at Harry - who looked so confused by my actions. I couldn�t deal with it.
The fate of the Wizarding world was not supposed to be in my hands� it wasn�t right. So, I did the only thing I could think to do. I threw both wands as high as I could between them and disapperated. I�ve lived in the muggle world ever since.
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Needless to say, I would have expected him to want to know why I did that, more than why I left.
�What?�
�How could you leave me? Ron was dead� Hermione�s mind is gone, Dumbledore� Snape� Remus, all dead. I didn�t have anyone else and you were just gone! No explanation! Nothing! I needed you! And you just left!�
Still loud and dramatic I see.
�Draco.�
�Sorry, I - I thought you�d, I mean, I thought you wanted to know about the battle, about the wands.�
�I don�t care about that! Ok, I did at first and I�ll admit that I was plenty angry but then I realized you were just afraid and I can accept that. What I couldn�t accept was you running away.�
So that�s what this is all about. He didn�t want revenge, he didn�t want to make me go back� he just wanted me.
�I didn�t know what else to do.�
�When you threw those wands, I didn�t have time to think about you being gone. All that was on my mind was ending it. I guess I just assumed you apparated back to Grimmauld Place or Hogwarts or somewhere I�d be able to find you. But you weren�t anywhere. I looked for you for so long. But couldn�t find you. So, about a month after you left I put a tracking spell on your magic -�
I open my mouth to protest the blatant invasion of privacy but he cuts me off before I�m able.
�- oh shut up - and finally got a hit, a strong one. Didn�t you ever wonder why no one found that man? I found him first, that�s why. I took care of it. What did he do to you anyway - never mind, I don�t think I want to know. But you were already long gone by the time I got there and after that you didn�t use magic for such a long time. Until last week that is. I guess you figured it had been long enough and no one was looking for you.�
I nod. It was a stupid mistake, I know.
�I thought so. And honestly Draco, Serpentsortia? Reminiscing were you?�
�I had a rodent problem.�
�Doesn�t matter the reason, it lead me right to you. Now I want answers.�
I sit for a moment or two, taking in all this new information. I�d never expected to have to explain myself (for that anyway) so I�m pretty much at a loss on where to begin.
�Well?�
�I�m thinking.�
�Don�t hurt yourself.�
�Fuck you Potter! You come here out of the blue and want answers to questions I don�t have the answers to and you want them without giving me anytime to think about it. That�s just not fair.�
�Not fair? Not fair? I�ll tell you what�s not fucking fair Malfoy. Not fair, is spending five fucking years looking for someone, not knowing why they went away in the first place, not knowing if they�re dead, not knowing if they even cared about you at all! That�s not fair!�
�I�m sorry.�
�I don�t want your apologizes I want the truth!�
By this point he�s out of the chair and pacing vigorously, the lights are flickering and I�m waiting for the bulbs to explode. Wouldn�t be the first time he�s done it. He has no control sometimes.
�I have plenty of control you asshole. If I didn�t, this whole building would be level.�
�My aren�t we sure of ourselves.�
�Don�t.�
�Harry I - Look, I have no idea why I did what I did. I was scared and I just couldn�t deal with the fate of all Wizarding kind on my shoulders - god knows how you dealt with it - and I couldn�t face you after that� I couldn�t face anyone. Then after awhile I got used to not being Draco Malfoy anymore. Here I�m just Draco. No one makes assumptions about me because of my name. No one calls me Lucius Malfoy�s son or Harry Potters lover with questionable intentions. I just couldn�t go back to that, I�m sorry.�
�But what about me? Did you ever think what would happened to me?�
�Honestly, I thought you would defeat Voldemort, be the great hero you where always meant to be. Settle down with that family you always wanted and forget all about me. How was I supposed to know you have a problem letting things go?�
�I would hardly call this a �thing� and you know what? Fuck you Draco Malfoy. I�ve wasted enough time on you already.�
He�s gone before I can stop him.
I have no idea what just happened. In the past, that would have lead to some serious angry sex but now� I just don�t know. I�ve spent years *years* convincing myself that I did the right thing in leaving, in not going back. I was a coward and cowards do not get a happily ever after with the hero. It�s just not written that way.
Not to mention all the time I spent trying to let go of the hope� to let go of Harry. Then he comes barging into my life, disrupting everything, demanding answers, making declarations and then storming back out again. That�s just like him. Charging in, causing as much damage as possible and leaving everyone else to clean up the mess.
I guess he hasn�t change so much after all.
Oh shit! That Draco clone thing is still at the bookshop. How long have I been away? He did say it would last until someone canceled in right? I hope so, I don�t think I could explain an empty shop to Abby.
Jumping off the bed, I all but run out the door. I make it to the shop in record time and luckily it�s still there, reading the post and� humming to itself. Do I do that? Muttering a quick �finite incantartum� I watch as it just� fades away. Maybe one day I�ll fade away like that too.
Running a hand threw my hair, I let out a long breath I wasn�t even aware of holding, and take my usual seat behind the counter. The shops only been open for a few hours but I feel like the day should be over already. All I want to do is go home and sleep. Fucking Harry Potter.
I can�t believe that stupid fucking bastard did this to me. I was just fine here in my happy make-believe existents and he has to come along and ruin it. Asshole. It�s not like I can pretend it never happened. He never found me. I can�t keep on pretending the �perfect partner image� I�ve been carrying around for the last five years isn�t a tall, tan boy with black hair, greens eyes and a strange lightening bolt scar. He�s ruined me. Fucking wanker.
Pull yourself together Draco. You knew this was a possibility, just accept it. He�s gone and he�s not coming back. Time to move on.
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