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It's just about you and me	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2227 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-3
Unfair
Draco is not sure if Potter will come today and he hates not knowing things. He is certain that more than twenty four hours have elapsed since she came. It was sudden and baffling that Draco is beginning to wonder if it was just an elaborate dream. Maybe he shouldn't have thrown the stale soup and dirty water the guard left for him. Potter seemed so certain when she said that she will come today.
Maybe it was just a mirage. After all Potter can not survive on this island for long even if she does have her friends with her. It's rumored that the island has forests that inhabit dangerous animals. Curled upon himself on his cot, Draco whimpers as his stomach aches. It's not been even a month. How will Draco survive until his sentence ends.
He moans as severe pangs of hunger shake his entire body.
"Pssst." He hears a sharp voice. It's barely a whisper but it's silent and so Draco knows that he hasn't just imagined it.
"Malfoy." The voice comes again and slowly his mind tells him that it's Potter. He stands up and crawls towards the girl. The green eyed savior is knelt on the opposite side of the door. Draco wraps his fingers around the bars and he breathes heavily when his eyes fall upon a few wrapped packages. They are clumsily wrapped in foil papers and Draco licks his lips. She has a water bottle as well.
"Pl- please." He mumbles, his eyes glued upon the food. He looks absently at her. He is so hungry that the fact that her left hand is on her own stomach and that her face is too weak and a bit scarred doesn't register in his mind. When she hands over the wrapped packs to him, her hands tremble and once again, he ignores it in favor of eating. Today also, she has brought sandwiches for him. This time they are filled with boiled potatoes. He finishes them and looks again at her. The food is finished but he is still so hungry. He swallows and looks pleadingly at her. He could just drink water but he knows that it would be difficult for him to survive without eating until she comes next.
She doesn't say anything. After a few minutes, she opens her tiny handbag and takes another couple of wrapped packs. He opens them and finds just a couple of sandwiches in them. The filling is lesser than the prior ones. Absently, he wonders why but finishes them anyways.
He drinks water and hands over the foil papers to her.
"Unghhhhhhh." They hear a loud moan. It belongs to the guard. Her eyes widen and she gets up.
"Damn. He is waking up. Here. I brought a couple of oranges and I have peeled them for you. I'll be back tomorrow." This being said, she vanishes and once again, Draco curses himself for forgetting to ask her. He lays down on his cot and waits for her next visit.
She returns the next day and the next and then another day.
Today is her sixth visit. Draco is a bit worried for her although he still does detests her. That's not going to change. She is annoying and arrogant and doesn't answer Draco. With every visit, her health seems to decline. Whatever she brings, she gives to him. He had automatically assumed that she was with Weasley and Granger. Now he is sure that she is alone. He is certain that she is not eating anything, that she gives everything to him. But she doesn't answer and forces him to eat whatever she has brought.
It's late and he wonders if she has finally given up on him.
However, a blank "Draco." catches his attention and he shoots up because the voice doesn't belong to Potter. It belongs to his godfather. Potter is standing with her godmother, Sirius Black.
Draco backs off when uncle Severus unlocks the door. His eyes flicker towards Potter. The moment Draco steps out of the cell, Potter opens her small handbag and takes out the packages. But this time he doesn't just grab them. Uncle Severus and Black stand quietly.
"You can not avoid my questions any longer." He says. His stomach is aching and he is starving but he crosses his arms and stares at her.
"You have your trial in half an hour." She says, her eyes blank and her face painfully weak.
"This won't help much Potter." Severus murmurs out of the blue. Draco's head snaps towards him.
He continues, "He is weak and he can't even walk properly. He needs food as well as healing and energy. The Wizengamot's conditions were clear otherwise I would have brought healing potions. They will eat him alive and we will loose this opportunity. You know that you can brew it in just two minutes. He is your-"
Severus's voice is bland and his eyes are emotionless. Unlike Severus, Potter is seething and Black is trying to keep her temper in check. It's quite a scene. Draco is stood beside Severus and Potter is stood beside Black and there is something about both the females that Draco can't place, something that wasn't there before.
"I don't want him to know." Potter replies, cutting Severus off, her teeth gritted and her eyes flashing furiously in his direction. Her gaze flickers towards Draco who drawls curiously, "What are you hiding from me, eh? Why did you give your share to me? How did you manage to survive alone on the island? Why are you doing this?"
Potter opens her mouth to reply but Severus doesn't let her.
"She is a veela, Draco and you are her chosen."
The silence that follows Severus's declaration is deafening.
Potter turns red and then she slowly turns white. Beside her Black glares viciously at his godfather who only raises an eyebrow in response. Draco's brain takes a lot of time to catch on and by the time, he gets over the shock that Potter is a veela and has chosen him as her mate, Potter is already snarling at Severus, "How dare you?"
Black stays silent though. She is still not over the shock. She is staring at Severus and her eyes are not really angry. They are bitter and sad and disappointed and Draco takes a moment to think about it. He is unable to understand though because he is tired, hungry and thirsty and now he is overwhelmed.
"This would have happened sooner or later and you know it."
"No. It won't have. As far as I am concerned, I wanted to stay away from him. I DID NOT WANT A MATE AT ALL. LEAVE ALONE A MAN LIKE MALFOY. I HAD DECIDED NOT TO PURSUE IT. YOU SHOULD HAVE KEPT QUIET. YOU HAD NO RIGHT." Potter is almost yelling by the end.
"Harriet. Please calm down." Black murmurs and places her hands on Potter's shoulders, "All the wizards are not alike. It's possible for Draco to be a good man. Please-"
"Why do you always side with professor Snape? Just because he is your chosen, it doesn't mean that you have to argue with me even when I am right." Potter hisses defiantly, "Times have changed. You mustn't let him exploit the power he holds over you, even if he is doing that unintentionally. It's been more than a decade. He is a cold hearted, self obsessed man who cares about no one except himself. All of them are alike and I will simply not let Malfoy ever have that kind of power over me."
Black staggers back, staring at Potter with wild eyes and finally, finally Severus's expressions change. His eyes widen and his jaw drops in shock. His hands slide over the bars and his fingers wrap tightly around them. He is stunned and it's a very rare sight. Nothing ever surprises Severus.
"It was not fair." Black murmurs blankly. She has finally gotten over her shock.
"You had no right to tell him. You just gave that power to him Harriet. Yes he is far from the man I wanted to marry. I know he doesn't have a heart and he doesn't care and will try to use this for his own benefit. But you know better than being rash in front of Snape and Malfoy, of all people. It was bad enough that he knew about you being a veela. He did not need to know about me. Do not take any other names now." Black finishes. Potter's eyes flickers towards Draco and then Severus.
"You never told me about it." Severus murmurs, his eyes brimming with an unnamed emotion.
"I didn't want you to know. I do not trust you or your kind. You do not respect our community or our rights. You don't consider us as human beings. You tortured our kind. We have to stay hidden in order to live peacefully. Please bear this in your mind that you are only my chosen and I won't let you manipulate me. I don't care what you have heard about our race. You will never be my mate." Black declares and pulls Potter close to her. They take a step back and then another and another and then they stop. Draco realizes that they are just creating a distance between them.
Their faces are twin masks of hatred. Draco chooses to stay quiet for now. He needs to preserve his energy for the trial.
"What about James? He loved Lily and married her. Lily was a veela. He didn't mistreat her."
Black snorts before replying in a mocking voice, "He manipulated her all the time. Anyways, I do not want to talk about them."
Draco finally clears his throat and mutters, "The Trial."
Everyone falls silent at the two words. The focus shifts a bit and Severus walks towards Black. His eyes have a determined glint in them. Black backs off but Severus doesn't stop.
Even when Black warns him, "Stop right there Snape." Severus doesn't stop. Draco doesn't know what his godfather is upto but he does know that Potter is breathing too hard and her lips are twisted in a snarl.
Right then, before it happens, Draco realizes that something has shifted. Black suddenly stops and just a moment later wings stretch behind her back. Potter's wings unfurl too and they are beautiful yes but right now they have sharp edges and that is the moment Severus stops. He is only a bit ahead Draco. Draco hastily pulls him back by his hand. Veelas shouldn't be messed with.
"Don't test my limits. I was raised in a world where I was taught to be compliant but this is no longer the world in which I was raised and I have no one except Harry. I don't need to answer anyone. I will hurt you. Don't compel me." Black finishes.
Potter is beautiful. Draco is shocked when he realizes that he really is finding Potter pretty. He never really noticed it before. Her wings are silver in colour with golden edges. Right now the edges are sharp enough to hurt. He wonders what they look like when Potter is calm. Father told him that only the luckier ones are chosen by Veela as their mates. Veelas are honest to a fault and love their spouse so much that it becomes impossible to live without them after a certain point of time.
However, Draco knows that it will never work out between Potter and him. They are very incompatible. He wonders if Potter ate anything at all during the past five days. He doesn't understand how can anyone be so caring.
"I wasn't going to hurt you. I only wished to talk to you." Severus murmurs.
"Severus, shut it. You will only make it worse." Draco warns him and their eyes meet. If Black hid her reality from Severus for more than a decade, then she will not trust him anytime soon. It means that the mistrust she has for the entire wizard kind runs very deep.
"Professor Snape." Potter starts politely, too politely. Draco looks at the girl.
Her wings still spread, she walks towards him. Black follows.
"I will brew it. Just- just don't harass Sirius. She deserves a bit of peace too. She is not disturbing you or anyone, is she? She minds her own business. Just keep away. You know, as do I that Voldemort will start terrorizing the wizarding population soon so I have enough on my plate." As she finishes her sentence, she plucks a wing and then another and her eyes screw up. Draco's eyes widen and fall upon Severus. He had thought that the dark lord had died. What was she talking about.
"Yes, Draco, Potter and I have resurrected him. He is sane and has an undamaged but unstable soul. She did it because apparently our kind doesn't deserve freedom." Severus says blandly and Draco rubs his forehead, trying to digest the information.
"I do not know what I have done to deserve mistrust from you Black or your goddaughter. I never harassed you. In fact it was your best friend who harassed me throughout our school years." Severus continues but Potter has already turned towards Black who has a water bottle in her hands. They are talking softly.
"Leave it. It's a lost cause. Why did she do it Severus? What will we do now. He will summon us soon. Maybe I should stay in Azkaban. It's safer over here." Draco says and Severus sighs, "The aurors imprisoned some veelas from Hogwarts. Someone tipped them off."
Draco stares at him with horrified eyes, "You mean they are- they are cutting their wings off. How can they do so?"
"They are certainly trying to cut their wings off. Potter casted a spell on their wings that prevented the aurors from hurting them. No body except the four of us know about what we have done. She placed some conditions in front of the dark lord. For one he can't create horcruxes again. It would kill him and for another he will do as Potter says otherwise Potter would kill him."
"Conditions! He is the dark Lord. How can she be so stupid?" He asks incredulously.
"I tried to reason with her. The dark lord accepted her conditions but I am sure he is just biding his time. He is waiting. No body knows about his resurrection yet. I think he will summon us once you have been pardoned. I think he got the judge imperiused into allowing your retrial. You will be given an opportunity of being heard. So will Lucius."
"What are these two doing?" Draco says, trying to keep his terror at bay. He is really really terrified of the dark lord, "I am starving."
Potter turns her face around to gaze at him before handing over some wrapped packages to him.
"Severus." Draco murmurs before taking a large bite, "What are they doing?"
"Veela wings and blood have healing properties. She is using both to make a potion for you. Only a veela can make it." Severus says.
"Can't Black make it in her stead?" Draco looks at Severus who sighs, his eyes distant, "Her instincts won't allow her to let Black do it. Veelas are quite possessive even when they don't want to accept the bond. They can't go against their instincts."
"Is that why she gave her share of food to me?" Draco asks and Severus nods. Draco finishes his sandwiches and waits for the potion. He wonders if she will ever trust him. He wonders if he wants her to trust him. He wonders if he will ever like her enough to accept her even if she does end up trusting him. He can marry anyone at any point of his life. But she won't. Either she will marry him or she won't marry at all and no one is stopping her from doing that really. It's all because of her instincts that won't allow her to love anyone else. It's very unfair really. But that's how it is.
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