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12.10.03

Disclaimer: I still don�t own these characters, even though I�ve asked J.K. Rowling six times now if I could have them.

Careless Whisper

Ch 4 � Tainted Love
Draco wondered just how long this conversation with Blaise would last, but settled himself in for the long haul. He needed to know every single, sordid detail. �Why were you there that night, Zabini? Why did you have to do that to me? I thought you understood the way I felt about Harry. Did you do this to spite me?� Draco showered a barrage of questions on the potions master who sat listening patiently.

Blaise shrugged his shoulders and avoided Draco�s eyes. �Look, I know things haven�t been great between us since we broke up��

�We were never officially together, Blaise. You know that. It was never serious for either of us. Just some good sex on lonely nights of the war. We had to do it,� Draco interrupted.

�Fine, think of it however you want. I loved you Draco. I loved you so much I could barely stand it! When we were spying together among the Death Eaters, I would have gladly given my life to cover your ass. And there were times I thought I might have to. When we made love, I knew you were thinking of someone else; I just wasn�t sure who. I, however, was thinking only of you. You were the only person I�ve ever thought of. But that�s not relevant to what you want to know, Draco. That is just something I�ve needed to get off my chest for a long time,� Blaise said sadly.

�Well if you didn�t want to punish me then why the hell did you do it? I know there was a reason you were in the bar that night, I just don�t know what that reason is. Look, I�m lost without Harry. I don�t even know if he�ll ever have me back, but I have to find out what happened that night for myself. I need to know. Just tell me the truth, Blaise,� Draco pleaded with his ex-lover.

Blaise looked deep in thought which gave Draco a chance to reflect on his own feelings about the brunette before him. What Draco and Blaise had during the war was special; Draco wasn�t going to deny that. But relationships form during wars that wouldn�t stand a chance during times of peace. Circumstances forced the two wizards together behind enemy lines. How could they not seek comfort in each other�s embrace? Draco had been grateful for the times the two men had together because Blaise had kept him sane. Blaise had been right, though, in assuming Draco�s mind was on someone else. It had always been Harry for Draco. Even later, when Harry had come and gone, Harry was still the one he thought of.

�There was bribery of sorts that took me to the bar that night. I don�t really think I should be the one to tell you about this, Draco,� Blaise said, looking for any means to escape this tense situation.

�Too late, baby. You are the only one I can talk to. So spill it,� Draco said rather forcefully. I wonder if I should make him take some veritaserum, Draco thought to himself.

�Fine. Shortly after the war, I did some things that were�less than conscionable. I managed to gain possession of quite a few of some of the more powerful relics belonging to Voldemort. I hid them in a place that I knew no one would find them -- not planning to use them myself, mind you. I just thought they might come in handy some day. I only meant to keep them from being destroyed.�

�Then someone informed me of the bounty for these relics and the punishment involved for retaining them illegally. I didn�t want to be sent to Azkaban. I�m too pretty; imagine what would happen to me there. I was not born to be someone�s bitch, Draco. This person�persuaded me, you could say, to make the relationship between you and Harry nonexistent.�

�I was told where to be and what to do. I don�t know how this person knew everything about what would happen. Maybe they�re a seer and I never knew it. The point is: I didn�t do this to hurt you, Draco. I would never do anything to willingly hurt you. As long as you�re happy, I don�t mind that we can�t be together. But I had no choice in the matter then. You have to understand that. I couldn�t risk going to Azkaban. I just couldn�t,� Blaise finished, looking hesitantly at the blond wizard before him.

Draco sat in silence, fuming, for several reasons. First, someone had plotted this whole thing and he and Harry had been separated for no good reason. Then there was also the fact that his ex-lover betrayed him in more ways than one. Hadn�t they been on the good side? Finally, being an auror, it was his duty to now arrest his ex-lover for telling him the truth. Blaise left the room, allowing Draco the opportunity to think about what he had said.
*****
Hermione sat down next to Harry and held one of his hands. �Harry, Ron and I are here. We really want you to wake up. We need to talk to you. Come on Harry. Please wake up,� Hermione pleaded.

�Hey, Harry. That big dolt Malfoy asked about you today. He wants to come see you so you have to wake up. Neville won�t let him in unless you�re awake. We know you miss him. He misses you too, buddy. Maybe it�s time to put all that behind you and start over again. You can�t do that unless you wake up though, Harry,� Ron said.

Harry�s body never moved. His heart maintained the same steady beat and his brainwaves registered only a slightly higher level of activity. But even that small amount was hope -- hope that Harry could hear them.

Harry was wandering through a fog. He could see nothing but the swirling mist around him. He thought he heard Hermione and Ron calling his name, but he didn�t know where to turn and didn�t know how to find them. Ron mentioned Malfoy, which surprised Harry. A fog was no time to be talking about Draco. They hadn�t ever talked about what happened any other time. Why start when they couldn�t even see each other properly? Harry continued his search for an escape from the grayness the enveloped him. Coming upon a door, Harry opened it onto another remembrance of Draco:

Several nights after Draco had found Harry with Zabini in the bar, Harry had gone back to the apartment. He thought three days would be enough time for Draco to calm down enough to have a civilized conversation.

Keying into the apartment, Harry heard muffled sounds coming from the rear of the apartment. Wondering to himself, he called Draco�s name aloud. �Drey? You here? I wanted to talk to you about the other night,� he called out.

There was a thump and then a curse word from the bedroom. Harry made his way to the room and ed ted the door.

Harry would never forget what was ingrained on his eyes that night.

There lay Draco, naked, and in the arms of none other than Harry�s own ex-lover, Oliver Wood. Aghast, Harry backed out of the room. Unable to go anywhere else, he simply sat on the couch, tears streaming freely down his face.

Draco came out with a smoking jacket and lounge pants on. Harry knew he was naked beneath, though. And that if he got close enough to the other man, his body would smell of sex. Harry looked up at Draco with pain written all over his face. �WHY?�

Draco, ever ready with the mask that he inherited from his father, smirked. �Well if you can play that game, so can I,� Draco retorted snottily.

�But, Drey, I came to�� Harry was interrupted.

�Don�t use that ridiculous pet name on me; it won�t work this time. I saw everything I needed to see the other night. Where have you been the past few nights? At his house? Well, I will be at work tomorrow, and I think that would be a good time for you to come and get your things. I don�t want you here anymore. I�m sure you can see yourself out,� Draco finished coldly.

Harry sat in the living room, crying silently for nearly an hour before his legs felt strong enough to carry him out of the apartment. As he got ready to run away from the only home he had known outside of Hogwart�s, he could hear the sounds of love making from the bedroom. Fresh tears sprang to his eyes at the thought of what he had unwittingly given up.
*****
Draco remained in the room, sitting, thinking, waiting. Blaise came back in for a moment to explain that he was writing out a confession and the location of the relics. This thing had been eating him up inside for too long. He would gladly turn himself in, and he volunteered to explain the situation to Harry.

Draco only nodded and waited for him to leave again. Draco then looked around the room that had been so familiar to him in school. He thought of the first time he had noticed, really noticed, Harry in this very room:

Harry had been working on his potion N.E.W.T., and had a look of intense concentration on his face. Draco noticed that his tongue stuck out between his lips just enough to be visible when he was concentrating. Draco then let his eyes roam over the coal-haired boy�s lean frame. So many years of Quidditch had been beneficial to the Golden Boy. Muscles rippled in all the right places and Draco audibly gulped when Harry bent over to pick up a dropped parchment.

Harry turned to his admirer and grinned, as if acknowledging the compliment Draco had been paying him. Harry then continued on with his work.

It had been later that day when Harry approached Draco in the halls.

�So, like what you saw earlier?�

Draco couldn�t believe that Harry was taunting him.

�Don�t be ridiculous, Potter,� Draco snapped (he had still called him Potter then).

�Well, I�ll be around when you change your mind,� Harry had said before walking off towards the Gryffindor towers. Draco had remained in the spot long after the other boy had disappeared down the hall.
*****
Hermione and Ron kept a vigil over Harry the remainder of the night. He made no more sign that he had responded to their speech of earlier. Taking turns, one of them stayed at his side all night.

At daybreak the next morning, Neville again came in to check on his patient�s condition. Looking at Harry�s chart, Neville turned to them. �Well, I know I said to give me 24 hours, guys, but I just don�t think Harry�s up to a visit from Malfoy��

Neville was interrupted. As soon as Malfoy�s name was mentioned, Harry�s brainwave monitor and pulse monitor started going haywire. Neville rushed Ron and Hermione out of the room and called in all of his assistants.

�I�m sorry; I have to take care of Harry. I�ll let you know as soon as I know anything,� Neville called out as he pulled the door on Harry�s room closed.
*****
Blaise returned and set down two parchments in front of Draco. Draco picked up the first one and found that the relics were to be located in none other than the Chamber of Secrets that had housed the bisk isk in their second year. The next page was a confession. Draco began to read over it:

�I, Blaise Imphadorus Zabini, admit openly and freely to crimes against the Ministry of Magic and all of Wizardkind.

Let it be known that I, after the demise of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named, pilfered some of his more powerful possessions and sequestered them away from the rest of the wizarding world. Knowing full well the punishment for these crimes, I paid no heed to the law and looked after my own gain.

I will admit that my only hope was to hide these relics with the intent of using them should an evil of such a magnitude ever arise again. I hoped that we could learn how to use these relics for good rather than destroy them based on the intent of their previous owner.

I should have turned myself in long ago. The owning, or possessing, of these relics has brought me only harm and misery. I have inflicted pain on those that I love and on those who did not deserve it.

If owning these relics only begets evil, then they should indeed be destroyed. I will not beg the Ministry to be lenient with me. I understand that my punishment is worthy only of the Dementor�s Kiss.

Of course, I immediately relinquish my position as Potions Master at Hogwart�s School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmaster Albus Dumbledore is aware of the circumstances for my departure and will take the necessary steps to find a new Potions Master.

Please consider this a confession long overdue and with my sincerest apologies for all the pain I have caused since the end of the war.

Signed,

Blaise I. Zabini�

Draco signed the confession as well and tucked it into his cloak. �Blaise, I�m really sorry about all this. However, there is still one thing I need to know. Who is responsible for what happened at the bar that night? Who put you up to destroying mine and Harry�s relationship?� Draco asked solemnly.

Blaise avoided Draco�s eyes and sighed.

�You don�t want to know, and I�m sorry I won�t willingly tell you because it will only bring you more pain. You�ll have to put me under veritaserum,� Blaise said.

�Don�t make this any harder on yourself, Blaise. Please, just go ahead and tell me,� Draco urged, getting frustrated.

Blaise, looking Draco dead in the eye, said the one name Draco never would have dreamed of�
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