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All\'s Fair In Love And War	By : jameschick Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 21683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Reasons For Being Evil

I never realized how dark the Slytherin dorms were until I started sleeping in the Tower with Harry. I mean really, were the founders trying to tell us something?
Give the Gryffs, the Ravens and the Huff-puffs plenty of fresh air and sunlight because as everyone knows they are all going to be warriors for the Light, researchers for the Light, and wand-fodder for the Light, respectively. But Slytherins are naturally evil; so down in the dank, dark dungeons with the lot of �em!
What a crock of shite!
I mean seriously, is it any wonder we go dark?
Think about it. We enter this school as young, impressionable eleven year olds, a hat tells us where we belong, then we are treated according to our Houses reputation. I may have been a spoiled, arrogant child but I was in no way evil, or dark, or any other negative thing. I didn�t practice the Unforgivables on the family pets, the house elves or the muggle children down in the village.
I didn�t know that my parents supported Voldemort, that my Godfather was a Death Eater, or that my Auntie Bella was in Azkaban.
I was just as innocent as any other first year student.
Then I got sorted.
Apparently that was enough for my father. I was a Slytherin - as if I could be anything else raised by that man! - therefore I was worthy of being taught their ways.
Dark ways.
Evil ways.
But what did I know then? All I knew was my father was taking me seriously for once in my life. Treating me like a wizard, and not like a little boy. Of course I wanted to learn from him!
And learn I did.
At my father�s side, I learned what it is to be a Malfoy.
How to sneer.
How to intimidate others to do your bidding.
How to successfully bribe and/or blackmail yourself out of any situation.
How to use Dark Magic.
How to praise Voldemort and loath Harry Potter.
Of course, I never did quite get that last one right. But you knew that already. The point I was trying to make before I started rambling on like Longbottom, was that if you treat people a certain way, expect them to turn out a certain way, they most likely will.
You reap what you sow and all that rot.
Harry tells me he almost ended up in Slytherin. I have to say that I�m glad he didn�t.
It would have changed him.
And not for the better.
No, as much as it pains me to admit it, he was right to turn down my offer of friendship and go with the Weasel. He learned the value of doing the right thing up here in this sunny tower.
We learned how to look out for ourselves and sod everyone else down in the dungeons. It was a harsh lesson for a rich, spoilt, pampered boy like myself. But one I never forgot.
I still look out for myself. Only now, I look out for Harry as well.
Someone has to. He doesn�t do it very well when left to himself. Take his recent actions for example.
Since the students left, Granger and the Weasleys included, he has taken to wandering at night. He thinks I don�t know this, but I do.
I follow him.
Every night.
Up and down the halls he goes, never in the same direction, but inevitably he winds up at the same place.
The room where I first saw him and Zabini together.
You might think I�d be upset by this.
You would be correct.
But not for the reasons you suspect. I�m not upset that Harry goes there. I understand his need to be close to Zabini in some way right now. It�s not about lost opportunities, or renewed love for a dead boy.
It�s about questions and answers. Or the lack thereof.
It�s about Harry needing closure. Needing to make peace with his guilt - which I know he feels over Blaise�s death.
It�s about wanting to let go of the past so he can move on to the future.
Our future.
Together.
I�m not concerned about losing Harry. I know he loves me and that he�s not going anywhere. He tells me every night as we lay wrapped around each other in the dark.
He assures me of his commitment as he gives himself over to my touches, as he lets me take the pain away for just a little while as I make love to him slowly.
He whispers his words of eternal devotion as my lips bring him ever closer to nirvana. As he humps at the pillow beneath him while my tongue plunges inside him over and over again.
He tells me he is mine as I slide his legs over my shoulders, that he would die without me as I push my cock into his hot, tight flesh.
He whispers that he loves me as he slips from the bed each night, thinking I am asleep.
I love him, too.
It�s why I follow him on these nightly excursions.
I need to know that he is safe. That he hasn�t fallen down the stairs, or been bested by one of Peeves practical jokes.
Dumbledore assures us that we are safe here inside the castle�s walls. I don�t believe him. If Hogwarts were as safe as he says it is, how did Voldemort get inside back in first year? Why was there a sixty-foot basilisk running around the school in second year? How did Sirius Black manage to break in? How was Barty Crouch able to get away with impersonating an Auror and teaching our DADA class for a year?
No, I don�t believe we are safe here by half! Maybe safer than anywhere else at the moment, but I will not let down my guard.
I need to protect him.
I still haven�t forgiven myself for failing him last time.
I won�t let it happen again.
And as scary as it was to see Macnair with his wand aimed at my Harry, I know that what is out there now, hiding in the dark, biding his time, waiting for the right opportunity, is far worse than Walden Macnair.
My Father is out of Azkaban.
He was not arrested in the aftermath. He wasn�t even seen at the battle.
He may have spent two years in Azkaban. He may even be as mad as a hatter, but he is still a Malfoy.
And a Malfoy always gets what he�s after.
Or dies trying.
Personally, I will see that he dies before getting to Harry.
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All\'s Fair In Love And War