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All These Things That I've Done	By : undeademopixi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Jo Rowling does. I make no money off writing this, I just like to mess with the character's lives.

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Ch. 3 Hard is The Journey

"Trust not yourself, but your defects to know. Make use of every friend and every foe."

-Alexander Pope

Harry had sat down to a lot of awkward meals in his time. Dinners with the Dursleys had become practically painful before the end, and of course how could he forget blowing up aunt Marge?

But now, sitting down with his two best friends, and their former rival, Harry felt a sense of awkwardness like nothing he had ever experienced overwhelm him. He glanced at Malfoy, hoping that the Slytherin would take over the conversation. He was looking resolutely at the table with a face that said quite plainly, he would not cave first. Harry sighed.

“Alright, well. Malfoy, we know, more or less, what happened at the manor. I know that must have been awful for you, but I need to know… Do you know WHY You Know Who…”

He fell silent, feeling as if the grief may still be too near to speak the words out loud. Draco however, was resolute.

“Why he killed my family?”

There was barely a quiver in his voice, and Harry had to admire his courage. As Draco spoke, he listened closely, but he also watched his two friends. Their reactions to Malfoy so far had been mixed and strained, and while he was yet unwilling to abandon Malfoy, this would certainly all go more smoothly if they could accept their new companion in SOME capacity.

“My parents… I’m not sure, because they wouldn’t tell me directly, but I think they discovered something about him. Something meant to be totally secret. Whatever it was they were convinced it could be his undoing.”

“And do you expect us to believe that that’s what your parents wanted. Dear ol’ Mama and Papa death eater wanted to defect and kill their lord?”

Harry would have rolled his eyes at Ron’s wording, if he weren’t so curious about the question himself. He had long suspected that Narcissa Malfoy had disagreed with the dark lord’s methods, though not the message itself, but Lucius was with out a doubt committed to being a death eater. His fear of Voldemort’s retribution would have kept him devoted for the rest of his life. Hermione, too, looked exasperated with Ron’s lack of tact, but was looking sideways at Malfoy, awaiting an answer.

Draco’s grey eyes were narrowed and his voice was filled with an icy sneer as he responded.

“First off Weasley, My father was what he was, and he never kept any secrets about that, but don’t you EVER assume you know anything about my mother. From this moment forward you just erase her from your thoughts because she deserves a better resting place that that…”

“As for what they were to do with the knowledge they gained… what makes you think they wanted to do anything with it? What makes you think they wanted to know it in the first place? We’re not Gryffindors after all. Our primary goal from the time this war started has been self preservation. Knowledge can get you killed, a lesson the dark lord just swiftly taught my parents.”

Hermione looked mildly troubled, but she nodded as if this made sense. It clearly didn’t make sense to Ron however, who crossed his arms and sat back in his chair.

Harry considered briefly what all of this might mean.

“Did you hear your parents mention, even just to one another, what it was they discovered?”

Draco’s fair eyebrows came together in concentration. Harry felt the strange urge to smile at the sight of him sitting there, filled with focus. He just looked so…human.

After a moment Draco shook his head.

“ All I know is that it had to do with something in my aunt Bella’s vault. I sneak… I used to sneak food down into the dungeon for Mr. Olivander, and a Goblin that the dark lord has been holding prisoner sense they took a hand in Gringotts. So did my mother. The Goblin told her about an item in the vault that was so important to The dark lord that Aunt Bella had obliviated every Goblin that knew about it’s existence. My mother told Lucius about it and he recalled that book.. The journal from our second year.”

“You mean the one he slipped to my sister, that nearly got her and Hermione killed?!”

“No Weasley, I mean the one the dark lord wrote dear diary into, and talked about all his school boy crushes in! Gods can you focus for just one minute?!”

“SO, it reminded him of Tom Riddle’s diary then?”

Harry interrupted loudly, because he could tell that Ron was about to explode.

Hermione reached over, and held Ron’s hand under the table. She looked nervous. In the week and a half sense their escape from the ministry, Ron’s overall mood had been bleak at best. It seemed that he had at last found an outlet in Draco, and he was just dying to take advantage of it! Draco answered, staying on topic, but he was glaring daggers at Ron as he spoke.

“Yes. When the dark lord returned, and Lucius had to inform him of it’s destruction, he was… well I suppose angry isn’t really a good enough word for it. Lucius was never really the same after that. Not even to mother and me. And he was absolutely obsessed with that damn diary, and what exactly had made it so special. I guess he figured it out in the end. Then, like the fool he was, he told mother. Or maybe he didn’t. He didn’t trust anybody near the end. It made no difference to the dark lord in the end anyway. As soon as he realized Lucius knew anything, he decided to kill him. He died like a coward, begging for his life. Then he turned his wand on my mother. And that’s it. That’s all I can tell you…”

Harry nodded his understanding, and allowed Draco to fall into silence before he lost control of his voice and emotions. It was strange to him, how strong Draco was being about all of this. He would have to talk with the Slytherin about it later… not a topic he was looking forward to bringing up, but if Draco’s judgments were clouded where Voldemort was concerned, he could end up getting them all killed.

Hermione spoke directly to Malfoy for the first time then, and Harry could have kicked himself for not thinking to ask this simple question.

“You Know Who, does he… Did he believe that you and your mother actually KNEW what Lucius had found out?”

Draco nodded.

“That’s the only explanation I can think of for why he acted so quickly, and for why we were ALL suddenly sentenced to death.”

Hermione looked over at Harry, and Harry inclined his head slightly to show that he understood. Draco Malfoy was now marked. Just as marked as any of them, and perhaps more. Voldemort didn’t know that Harry knew about the horcruxes. But as far as he was concerned, Draco did know. And that meant Draco had to die.

To his right, Ron yawned loudly.

“Well that was a lovely bed time story Malfoy. Now, why don’t you toddle on off and get some rest. Want you to be bright eyed and bushytailed tomorrow so you can get on with your life.”

Draco grinned at him, and Harry had to repress a sigh. This was going to be ugly.

“Oh, didn’t Potter tell you darling? I’m not going anywhere. I going to stay and become one of his merry men! Won’t it just be smashing, all of us holed up in this little tent together, going… wherever it you guys are going, getting into mischief, singing sing-alongs, and just getting to know one another better!”

At first Ron looked as if he may laugh. He glanced at Harry, as if to share in the private joke, but Harry just shrugged, and did not meet Ron’s eyes, keeping his own fixed on his cup of tea, which had long grown cold.

Harry heard Hermione sigh, in what seemed to be grudging acceptance. Harry glanced up at her, and the look on her face said quite plainly that she would not argue, but that she and Harry would be having a VERY long talk about it later.

Finally Harry glanced at Ron. His best friend was glaring hard enough at the table to burn a hole through it, and indeed, Harry thought he saw a curl of smoke rise up from the old wood, and he experienced the brief worry that Ron may accidentally set the tent a light.

With what seemed to be a great effort, Ron stood and looked first at Harry, then without commenting, turned fiery eyes onto Draco.

“So, I expect your after revenge now, sense nothing short of that insanity could possibly make want to take up with us, is that right?”

Draco slipped on a cool mask.

“What, you suddenly care what I wan-”

“No, Malfoy, I don’t give a dame about anything that you want, which is why I can say this without fear of upsetting you delicate emotional balance!”

Ron snarled at him, his face for a moment looking quite frightening, and Harry noticed that Ron had been wearing the locket through their whole conversation.

“If you think you can use us to get revenge for your family and your wounded pride, hey well maybe that’s true, maybe we suddenly have a common interest. And you can convince Harry that you’re trustworthy on that, because he likes to assume the best in everybody. You may even be able to convince Hermione eventually, because even though you have done nothing but treat her like utter SHIT sense the day that you met her, she’s just such a gentle person, that eventually it’ll be easier for her to forgive you than to go on hating you like she should!”

Harry bristled, and Hermione looked down at the table, cheeks a rosy red, but Draco just glared smoothly into Ron’s eyes as he continued.

“You can’t fool me Malfoy. No matter what they think you are now… hell, no matter what YOU think you are now, you are a snake, and always will be. The fact that you hold onto your anger enough to let it push you to murder is proof enough of that!”

There was a moments heavy silence in the air as no one dared to speak. Harry glanced at Malfoy, and perhaps it was his imagination, but the Slytherin’s power seemed to have risen out of his very skin in his rage, to cling to him like a mist. Slowly, he stood so he was eye level with Ron, and Harry saw Hermione pull out her wand under the table. He did the same. No matter how out of line Ron was, he would not let Malfoy hurt him now in anger.

Draco’s voice trembled with barely controlled rage as he began to speak.

“That was a pretty little speech Weasley. Of course it’s all so easy to talk about revenge, and what it truly is when you have lost nothing to this war. Where is Potter’s family Weasley… Or for that matter, where is Granger’s? The death eater’s went to look for them but never had any luck. I wonder why that is? Yet, THEY and not YOU seem to be the ones who are, at least considering trusting me. I am not naïve, I know there are things I have not yet been told, and may not be told for quite some time, and that’s fine. Trust me as you will. You can look at me only as a further tool in the Dark Lord’s defeat if it helps you sleep at night!”

And Draco stepped back now, and his voice had lost it’s vicious edge. He looked at Ron now with only a disdainful sneer on his face.

“But don’t ever speak to me in such hypocritical tones again. It’s unwise to preach on letting go of anger, with your voice raised to a shout.”

Without another word to anybody, Draco turned and walked to his appointed bed, drawing the curtains around himself and ending the conversation more effectively than Harry had ever seen a conversation ended before. Harry let those final words sink into him. It was more grace and wisdom than he had ever expected to hear from any Malfoy (and Draco perhaps least of all) and though he was still skeptical, and he knew words were, in the end, meaningless, he found that his belief that he was doing the right thing reaffirmed.

“Ron?”

Came Hermione’s quiet voice, drawing Harry back to reality. Ron just turned away from both of them.

“I’ll take the first watch.”

He said heavily.

“You should take the locket off mate.”

Harry said quietly.

Ron yanked it off and threw it on the table in front of Harry.

“Here, you can let your new best mate keep an eye on it for a while!”

And Ron stormed out. It looked as if he were trying to give it the same affect that Draco’s departure had had but it lacked some of the grace.

Hermione glanced at Harry wearily.

“You know this is going to be so much more difficult now don’t you? Are you sure this is the right thing?”

Harry took a long suffering deep breath and shook his head. Lowering his voice, he leaned in close.

“No Hermione, I’m not sure, and to be honest, I don’t know how we’re going to make this work. I believe we can trust Draco not to go back to You Know Who, but past that, I don’t know how much trust we can put in him… but I know one thing. You Know Who wants him dead. He’s killed his family, and will now stop at nothing to kill him as well. He’s in the same boat as us now, and I’ll be damned if I’m going to be the one to push him overboard, I can’t do that Hermione… could you?”

Hermione shook her head slowly. It was clear to Harry that she was beginning to lose herself in thought. Harry decided to let her, after all, she was the far smarter of the two of them anyway.

Harry stood, and moved his things to the bed beside Malfoy. He told himself it was because he knew neither of his friends would want the spot, and it had nothing to do with any part of him being in any way intrigued by their Slytherin rival who had appeared in the woods, so much of him a mystery. Harry loved mysteries

As his head hit the pillow, Harry immediately began to drift off to sleep, the last image in his mind was Draco’s innocent expression as he contemplated such frightening things. Despite the rockiness of the evening, Harry fell asleep with a smile on his face.

A.N. Thanks to my wonderful reviewers for your feedback and ideas. As promised, cookies and coffee for all (and only cookies for Hollibell! Don't want anyone crashing from a caffine high!) The next chapter may take me a few days because I want it to be a bit longer, and I think it's high time the golden trio and their silver tag-along got on the move, and got into some real mischief! ;) Let me know what you think

@Shannara- I think I got your questions answered in here, but let me know if there are any more potential plot holes, and I will be happy to fix 'em up!
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