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Underneath His Skin	By : LoveAndHeartbreak Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 9632 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Underneath The Skin”

Chapter 4

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Nobody said anything as they entered the Headmaster’s office. Harry and Draco were practically shoved against the large, wooden desk, which was coated with rolls of parchment and ink jars. McGonagall angrily announced their arrival, and Dumbledore turned to gaze at the teenage boys through his half-moon spectacles. Harry saw that soft twinkle in his eyes, and he let out a smile, something that he usually does whenever the Headmaster greeted him. However, Dumbledore didn’t smile back. In fact, he didn’t even look at Harry. Instead, he kept his attention to the boy next to him. Harry quickly turned to his right, and flinched at seeing himself again.

Bloody hell! I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this.

He shook off the confusion and quickly turned away. As they waited for Snape to arrive, Harry looked around the room; eyeing the familiarity of it all; the organized book shelves, the spiral staircase leading to an upper room, portraits of the wizards moving about in their frames, and last but not least, a small, animal-like creature that moved comfortably within it’s confinement. It had bright, blue feathers that seemed to change into fur without changing its color. It had four legs, a bird-like head and beak, but no wings. It yawned; making a sound that reminded Harry of a Hippogriff. He smiled, amused with Dumbledore’s possession of such unusual creatures like this.

Draco let out a long, deep sigh as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Harry noticed his gesture, and he knew that it was Draco’s way of expressing how impatient he was getting, especially after seeing him do this a few times in D.A.D.A during the past few years that he’s been watching him. After a few more minutes of silence, Snape finally entered the room with two vials of the Veritaserum potion. McGonagall had Snape hand the two boys the potion and demanded that they take it. Harry watched as Draco downed the clear liquid without giving it a second thought. After all eyes fell on Harry, he quickly drank the potion; wanting nothing more than to end this interrogation as quickly as possible. McGonagall wasted no time as she stood in front of the brunette boy and asked him for his name.

“Draco Malfoy,” He sternly replied.

The old woman gasped in disbelief and looked at Snape, who looked just as surprised as she was, even though he still appeared stoic. They then turned to Harry.

“Harry Potter?” She asked.

“Yes, Professor,” He answered.

McGonagall anxiously turned to Dumbledore.

“Headmaster! What do we do about this?!” She exclaimed.

Dumbledore looked at the blonde boy, and Harry smiled; happy with the fact that Dumbledore finally noticed him. The Headmaster seemed to be in pondering with something as he walked around his large desk and stood before the two boys.

“I fear that this has never happened before. Therefore, we are not familiar with an antidote, or reverse curse for this type of problem,”

“Wait… so we’re stuck like this?” Draco asked.

“I’m afraid that is the case, until we can find a way to get you back into your original bodies, which may take quite some time.”

“What curse did you two use anyway?” McGonagall asked.

“I don’t recall,” Draco answered first.

They then looked at Harry.

“I can’t remember either,”

Dumbledore nodded and continued.

“Even so, Minerva, no curse, spell, or charm could do something like this. The only thing that can do this is the Polyjuice Potion,”

Harry and Draco quickly turned to Professor Snape, who gave them blank stares.

“Polyjuice! We can use the Polyjuice potion to change us back!” Harry grew exhilarated.

“Unfortunately, a certain ingredient needed for the potion won’t be available until this December,” Snape’s tone was slow and deep.

Harry lost hope. He hung his head while trying to think of another alternative.

“Couldn’t you buy it from another potions maker?” Draco asked.

Harry’s hopes were brought up again as he quickly turned to Snape.

“If that were possible, do you think I’d still be here explaining why I can’t help you with your sudden Polyjuice obsession?”

Draco tensed up, and Harry started to rake his hand roughly through his hair. He noticed that it felt rather thinner, smoother, and very soft. He watched it fall back into place and flinched at the blonde tips. He had to remind himself that he was still in Draco’s body, which wasn’t helping him much at the moment. Dumbledore sighed and decided to change the topic.

“Well, Mr. Malfoy, we will need to inform your father immediately, before-”

“No!”

Everyone turned to Draco with disbelief.

“Mr. Malfoy?” Dumbledore asked in concern.

Draco shifted his weight into his left side while glancing at the gawking crowd.

“I don’t wish for my father to hear about this,”

Snape raised an eyebrow and then turned to Dumbledore before interjecting to the idea.

“I’m afraid that we will have to notify him, Malfoy, for if he finds out on his own, he would be rather outraged with us for not telling him,”

“I don’t care about that! I just don’t want him to know. At least, not now,”

After careful consideration, Dumbledore nodded to indicate his understanding to the boy’s plea.

“When do you wish to inform him then, Mr. Malfoy?”

Draco rolled his eyes as he gathered his words.

“I don’t know yet, but when the time is right, I’ll tell him. Right now I do not wish to bother him while he’s working,”

The Professors shifted in their stations, as if they were struggling to accept the boy’s decision. Harry just stared at his own body standing straight and bold before everyone, something that he rarely ever did himself. He could clearly see Draco underneath that exterior, which made Harry feel warmth inside as he eyed Draco’s demeanor.

“Very well, but it would be wise to notify him sooner than later,”

“I realize that,” Draco stated, before shifting his eyes between the observing Professors.

“Well then, it’s been a rather confusing night for all of us. Why don’t you boys get some dinner and then retire for the night. We’ll keep you boys updated on our research, so you two just focus on your studies until then,”

“Our studies? You mean we still have to attend to our classes?” Harry asked.

“I’m afraid so,” Dumbledore nodded.

“Why can’t we just do our class work from our dorms?” Draco inquired.

Dumbledore chuckled, his eye twinkling from excitement.

“If you were physically unable to attend classes, then I would arrange for you to study in your dorms. However, you two are not disabled, you’re just in a bizarre predicament for an indefinite amount of time, so we would expect you to continue attending to class, as scheduled,”

Harry felt trapped by everything the headmaster had just stated, and he instinctively rolled his hands into fists. He then turned his attention to Draco, who was now running his hand through his dark hair. Harry felt his stomach start to feel weird, as if butterflies were fluttering their wings against the inside of his skin. He had to turn away and take a deep breath to try and calm his nerves while the feeling inside slowly subsided. Draco, on the other hand, just snorted and made a swift turn to exit the room; feeling like the room was going to suffocate him if he did not leave now.

“Severus Snape, would you please escort Mr. Malfoy to the Great Hall?”

“I’m not going to the Great Hall. I’m going to my tower!” Draco argued while stalking out of the room. Snape quickly followed; disappearing down the staircase. Harry sighed; feeling rather relieved that Draco was now gone. After regaining his composure, Harry decided to head back to his tower as well.

“Um, I guess I’ll go to my dorm too.”

Dumbledore nodded and walked back around his desk.

“Okay, Harry. Don’t worry, we’ll do everything we can to try and fix this,” Dumbledore assured him.

Harry smiled and quickly left the room…

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Draco was stomping down the dungeon corridor, cursing to the open air. Snape had to quicken his usual pace in order to walk beside him. When the stalking duo approached the Tower door, it immediately swung open to Draco’s presence.

“I see the charm you put on the door still works, even though you look… different,”

Draco glared at Snape for his statement, but then kept walking into his House. When they entered the common room, Pansy, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle were the only occupants there, and when they saw him, they all let out surprised gasps and rose from the settee. Draco scowled and stepped toward them.

“It’s me, you dimwits!” He stated.

They looked at Snape, who gave a nod to Malfoy’s words, and they relaxed, except for Pansy, who quickly ran to Draco.

“Draco! I was afraid that-”

Malfoy quickly slinked away and stalked to the mirror that sat on the other side of the room. He slowly examined his new face, unsure on how to react to it yet.

“I’m sure that you all will help Draco explain his situation to the rest of your Housemates?” Snape asked Draco’s gang.

They replied with a nod.

“Very well. Draco, you know where to find me if you need anything,” Snape said, before leaving the room.

Draco looked long and hard at his new green eyes beyond the sphere spectacles. He glanced between the two orbs, as if trying to find something in there.

“Draco?” Pansy’s voice was wary.

The brunette yanked the mirror off the wall and slammed it against the floor, causing pieces of glass to spread about the room. He cursed loudly and started to pace, chafing through his dark hair, and breathing rapidly. Blaise sat down on the couch, trying to remain calm as he watched the brunette pace around like a mad man.

“Draco, it’s going to be okay. You’re father can fix this, right?” Blasie asked.

Draco glared at him, piercing right through his dark eyes.

“My father… MY FATHER?!”

Everyone jumped back as he stepped forward.

“My father can not transform me back into who I was before! My father is just another wizard who can’t do shit about this! I’m stuck like this, until them damn researching wizards figure something out! I’m stuck like this, until that damn ingredient for that Polyjuice Potion comes out in December! I. Am. Stuck. Like. This!”

Draco grabbed a random object off of the end table and threw it against the wall, which crashed into hundreds of pieces. His friends watched helplessly as he also picked up the end table and began to smash it against the stone floor. After breaking the table into several large pieces, he fell to his hands and knees, panting rapidly. His glasses slowly slid off his face, but he didn’t care. Before his friends could approach him, he started to speak, more to himself.

“I… I can’t live like this… like him! I can’t go on living in this damn body, knowing that… that,” He couldn’t finish the sentence.

He sat up and leaned against the wall, not sure of how to deal with the situation anymore. Pansy slowly, and cautiously approached him. She hasn’t seen Draco act like this in years, and she wasn’t entirely sure of how to deal with it, considering that he now looked like Harry Potter.

“Dr-Draco,”

“Look at me!” He shouted.

Pansy quickly backed away from him.

“Look. At. Me! I’m not Draco anymore, am I?! I’m Harry bloody Potter! How the hell do I go on living as Harry Potter!?”

Blaise rose from the couch and stepped toward Draco. He kneeled down a few inches away from him, attempting to get his attention.

“Draco, you only look like him. We know who you really are inside that body,”

“No… you don’t get it!”

“Yes I do!”

Draco lowered his eyebrows and stared intently at Blaise. Apparently, Draco was disturbed with his friend’s outburst, but Blaise didn’t care, he just continued talking, using the momentary silence to his advantage.

“We all do, Draco! Listen, Potter is in your body, running around with that damn weasel and that Mudblood that you despise so much… You wanna give up your right as a Malfoy and try to live life as that Harry Potter? You want him to take over your family business and live life the way you should be living? As a Malfoy?! I highly doubt it, Draco. ‘Cause I tell you right now, a Malfoy never gives up what is his… You said so yourself a few years ago, remember?!”

Draco sat there, taking in Blaise’s words.

He’s right; I can’t give up what is mine… What is mine now? I’m still Draco Malfoy, Lucius’s only son, heir to the family business, a wealthy, pureblooded wizard… I know that because… Because that’s who I am! I’m Draco bloody Malfoy, the Slytherin Quidditch Seeker, the Slytherin Prince, the most respected wizard in the ministry, thanks to my father… I wouldn’t know these things if I wasn’t Draco… I may be in Harry’s body, but that doesn’t change a damn thing. BUT, Harry possesses something that belongs to me, something that belongs to the Malfoys… and that alone, makes him ours’… He, and everyone else in the world, will know this…

“You’re bloody right, Blaise,” Draco finally said.

His friends relaxed their tensed bodies as Draco smirked and stood up, brushing the debris off of his robes. He then glanced around the demolished room, and looked directly at Pansy.

“Clean this up,” He ordered, before rushing off to the bookshelf.

Pansy quickly pulled out her wand and started to fix the broken objects. Blaise followed Draco; curious about what his friend was looking for. Books randomly flew off the shelf, which caused an even bigger mess in the room.

“Where is it?!” Draco yelled, blindly looking at the book titles.

“Where is what?” Blaise asked.

“The book of Underground Charms,”

Blaise calmly pulled out a thick, black book off of the lower shelf. Draco looked at him with an angry stare, as if Blaise had offended him in some way. He snatched the book from Blaise’s hand and started to shuffle through the pages. When he sat down on the couch, he started to glance around the room again, noticing the blurry images of the laid about books he had yanked from the shelf. He then swiftly turned his head to Pansy.

“Didn’t I say clean this up?!” He shouted.

Pansy flinched and immediately used her wand to replace the fallen books. Draco shook his head and looked down, squinting at the blurry text. He then turned to Blaise, who quickly leaned back, as if to keep a safe distance between them.

“Find that Corrected Sight Charm,” Draco ordered, tossing the book to Blaise.

His friend hurriedly flipped through the pages as Draco leaned back against the couch. After a few more shuffles of the pages, Blaise announced that he had found the charm.

“Perfect. You do it, and don’t screw it up!” Draco quickly stood from his seat.

Blaise stood up as well as he took out his wand and cleared his throat. Draco let out an impatient sigh as Blaise readied himself, and finally casted out the charm. Malfoy closed his eyes, fearing that something else might happen… but nothing did. He slowly reopened his eyes and saw that he could see perfectly without the glasses. He smiled his usual smug smile, taking in his new feature.

“Good job, Blaise. Looks like I don’t have to kill you after all,” He said, before noticing another flaw.

“Great. Nothing like taking the disadvantages of other people, particularly Potter! Blaise, find the Height Charm,”

Blaise found himself shuffling through the pages once again, and after Draco ordered Goyle to retrieve him a cup of tea, Blaise readied himself for the new charm.

“Do it,” Draco ordered as he stepped forward.

Blaise conjured the Height Charm, and Draco grew an inch taller, much to his comfort.

“Excellent. I feel more like myself now,” He said, turning around to retrieve his fallen glasses.

Pansy started to re-approach him, but Draco swiftly turned and walked away from her. He attempted to place the pair of glasses into his cloak pocket, but then he felt something blocking it. He stopped walking and looked inside.

“What the-?”

He pulled out the small gift box. Blaise curiously eyeing the small box as well. Pansy slowly walked up to see what Draco was holding, and this time, Draco was too distracted to care. He opened the box and inside was the Mind Journal. The trio smiled widely at the object they now possessed.

“Not only do I possess his body… I now possess his thoughts,” Draco’s voice grew wicked as he slowly took the book out.

He took out his wand and placed the tip against the small, leather cover. His friends made a malevolent snicker as they waited for the book to open; however, the book remained still. Draco’s smile disappeared, and the room got quiet as Draco attempted to open it again… nothing.

“Bloody hell!” He yelled.

“Let me try, Alohomora!” Blaise quickly casted out.

The book still remained closed.

“Here, let me. Relashio!” Pansy called.

“Stop it! I’ll give it a try,” Draco shouted as he placed the book onto the coffee table.

He then pointed his wand and conjured a spell.

“Specialis Revelio!”

The book bounced up, but didn’t open. The trio began casting every spell they thought necessary to try and open it, but none prevailed. Draco slumped back onto the couch, glaring at the small object.

“I guess it knows that I’m not the real Harry Potter,” He declared, leaning his head back.

“See? Told you that you were still Draco Malfoy,” Blaise assured him with a smirk.

The Slytherin Prince could help but smile.

“Yes… I’ll remember that from here on out,”

Out of nowhere, Goyle appeared with a hot cup of tea that Draco ordered minutes ago.

“Thank you, Goyle. Now, you and Crabbe are excused for the night,”

Draco took a sip, satisfied with its flavor…

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Harry walked into the Gryffindor Common room, and saw that only his friends had occupied the scene. Everyone turned to the intruder and gasped.

“It’s okay,” Harry said as he quickly raised his hands, “Its me, Harry,”

Hermione swallowed hard before slowly walking up to him. Harry just stood his stood his ground as he watched her approach him, not wanting to frighten her or anyone else in the room. She stopped in front of him and slightly looked up to gaze into his silver eyes. Harry wasn’t sure of what she was doing, but after a few seconds of her intense stare, her expression eased up a bit and she began speaking,

“Its… its really you in there, isn’t it?” She asked, glancing between each silver orb before her.

Harry let out a weak smile.

“Yeah. Hard to believe, isn’t it?”

Hermione smiled widely and threw her arms around his neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her to support her, for she had to stand on her toes to reach him. Ginny and Luna hurried on over, wanting to hug their friend as well. Ron, however, kept his safe distance away from the blonde, and he raised his eyebrows at the display of Hermione and his younger sister wrapping their arms around the Slytherin. It made him very uncomfortable and it was something that he thought he’d never see. After Harry accepted the three girls’ hugs, he turned to Ron and Neville. Neville gave a wave, not wanting to leave the common room table. Harry smiled and waved back.

“He’s still on the indifference potion, don’t worry about him,” Ginny explained.

“I thought so,” Harry obseved as he turned to Ron, who quickly looked away, obviously not wanting to face him.

Harry looked at Hermione, who gestured for him to wait there.

“Ron… Ron, you’re not going to say ‘Hi’?” She asked.

The redhead shrugged.

“Ron! This is Harry, you remember, your best friend!?” Ginny yelled.

“That’s not Harry!” Ron shouted.

Harry felt hopeless and he figured that the sooner he left, the better it would be for everyone.

“I’m gonna go to-“

“NO, stay here!” Hermione interrupted, as she stalked towards Ron.

“Ron, listen to me. Harry is trapped inside that body and he needs our support. Now, you can stop this resentment now, and go say Hi to Harry,” Hermione sternly whispered.

“I know that, but I can’t look at him the same way,” The redhead argued.

“He’s still Harry, Ron!”

“How can I know that for sure?!”

“Go look into his eyes!”

Ron glared at her.

“How exactly is that-“

“Do it!” Hermione shouted as she pointed to Harry.

Ron slowly looked at the blonde, who looked very distressed at the moment. Ron smiled on the inside at the Slytherin looking pitiful like that.

“Go!” Hermione shouted again.

Ron hesitated, but then nodded to her and slowly made his way to Harry. Ginny and Luna backed away so that Ron could stand before him. At first, Ron kept his eyes to the ground, not wanting to look at the blonde’s face.

“Ron,” Harry nearly whispered.

Ron quickly looked up and made close eye contact with Harry. At first, he saw nothing but silver, and he felt like jumping the blonde and throwing him out of the tower… but then he saw something that he usually saw in Harry’s eyes… something calm and gentle. He saw that same innocence that only Harry seemed to show and posses through his eyes. Ron couldn’t believe it; he wasn’t looking at Malfoy’s eyes… he was looking at Harry. Ron’s tense body realzed and he immediately wrapped his arms around his friend. Harry smiled and returned the hug. Ginny and Hermione were happily in tears, watching the two boys re-unite themselves. They remained that way for what seemed like several minutes, before Ron pulled out of the hug and took a few steps back, overlooking his friend. He no longer felt resentment towards the blonde, in fact, he felt relaxed, calm, and happy. A tear slowly ran down his cheek, which he quickly wiped away.

“You alrite, Ron?” Harry asked.

“I’m fine, mate,” Ron assured him, “Wow, I never thought I’d see the day when Malfoy would show concern for someone like me,”

Everyone, including Harry, laughed at Ron’s joke. Hermione playfully nudged Ron, who straightened himself up as the room quieted down.

“You know… I thought I lost you back there in that corridor,” He confessed.

“We all did,” Hermione added.

Harry smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that guys,”

“No, I’m the one who should apologize!”

Everyone turned to Ron.

“If I haven’t pushed Malfoy into attacking me, you wouldn’t have died and none of this would’ve ever happened!”

“Ron, it was my choice to defend you. It’s not your fault. Besides, what if I didn’t defend you? You’d probably be dead,” Harry explained.

Ron looked taken back, thinking about what the outcome would’ve been like, had it not been for Harry’s quick reaction.

“And beisdes!” Hermione added, “Harry is not dead, he’s still here with us. Not in his usual form, but he’s here,”

Harry chuckled at her statement.

“I know this is an obvious question, but did they find a way to change you back, Harry?” Luna asked.

“No, not yet. I suggested the Polyjuice Potion, but Snape said that the main ingredient for it is not available until this December. And Draco is trying to get his father involved, so I guess we’ll have to wait and see,” Harry explained.

“Draco? That’s the first time you used his first name. Not to mention, it sounds funny coming from you, considering you… look like him,” Ron stated.

Harry flinched, realizing that he did say Draco and not Malfoy… although he did make a habit of using his first name in his thoughts. After they all settled down on the couch, Harry stared into the fireplace, gazing at the dancing flames.

“You know, Harry? We all decided to try and help you out with this… situation,” Hermione blurted out.

“You don’t have to-“

“Don’t even try, Harry. You know how stubborn she is,” Ron pointed out.

Hermione slapped him on his shoulder.

“I prefer the term, Dedicated, not stubborn!”

“Okay, okay, dedicated,” Ron chuckled.

“Fine. How do you propose to do that?” Harry asked.

“There’s a book about spirits. I think it’ll help us understand them a bit more than we do now,” Luna explained.

“Spirits?” Harry stood up in disbelief.

“It’s the only lead we have. Why else did you wake up as Malfoy? We think that your spirit got mixed up with you and Malfoy’s body, hence you are the way you are right now because of that!”

“No offense guys, but this sounds too… weird!” Harry admitted, looking at one face to another.

“We know that, Harry. But, what other scenario could there be?” Ginny asked.

Harry looked down at the maroon carpet. She’s right, what other alternative could there possibly be? I mean, it’s worth a shot. What more have I got to lose?

Harry yawned and brushed a stand of blonde hair out of his face.

“Well, I’m going to get some sleep,” He said.

“You don’t want to have dinner first?” Hermione asked.

“No. Personally, I don’t think being in that Great Hall tonight is such a good idea. Besides, I’m not really hungry. Goodnight,”

Harry swiftly turned around and ran up the staircase.

“I don’t blame him,” Ron uttered.

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Draco slammed his bedroom door shut and stalked to his full-length mirror. He made eye contact with the emerald orbs, which still seemed to be missing something. He slowly pushed his dark bangs aside to reveal the famous thunderbolt scar on his forehead. He smiled while gently tracing it with his fingers. He then dropped his hand down, and started to re-examine his features. He never got to see Harry stand so still and calm like this; he was always either tense or irritated. Draco slowly watched himself smile, which was something he never got to see Harry do face to face. After releasing the smile, he turned his head slightly to the right, then to the left.

“Damn you, Potter,” Draco whispered.

He stepped closer to the mirror and slowly raised his hand to his reflection. When he touched the cold glass, he trailed his eyes from his reflected hand to his face, seeing the image of The-Boy-Who-Lived reaching out to him. He then felt a small chill run down his spine; which made him want to get closer to the image… he wanted to…

“Damn it!” Draco quickly turned away, frustrated with his emotions.

When he turned back around, he saw the familiar angry face that Harry often gave him whenever they confronted each other. This excited Draco, so he held onto his angry expression, not wanting to lose the image he found so amusing. He reproached the mirror, pretending that it was Harry walking up to him. He breathed deeply, something that he often heard Potter say.

“Back off, Malfoy,” He said, sounding as stern as Harry usually sounded.

And with that, Draco started to laugh.

“I’m talking to myself now, bloody hell!”

He smiled, a genuine smile. After seeing this on Harry’s face, he felt another chill go down his spine. He let the smile go and leaned in closer to the image, raising his hand to his face, gently touching the soft, light skin that he now possessed. He stared into the green eyes, and attempted to find something there that just couldn’t be found. He dropped his hand to his side, disappointed.

“Damn you, Potter,”

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After closing the door, Harry leaned his back against it, exhausted from the day’s events. After clapping the lights on, he tiredly started to undress himself, loosening his tie as he strolled into the bathroom. After turning to the mirror, Harry quickly jerked back, frightened with the image before him,

“Draco!?” He shouted.

After grabbing a random object and throwing it at the mirror, he realized that it was his reflection. He let out a frustrated groan as he buried his face into his hands.

“Damn you, Draco!” He muffled.

After forcing his mind to remember himself, he slowly pulled his hands away. He took another look at his reflection, taking in his new features. He slowly stroked his hand through his soft, silky blonde hair; enjoying the soft sensation it was giving him. He then tenderly touched his face, feeling the soft, pale, flawless skin.

“I thought so,” He admitted to the reflection, “You’re skin always looked so… perfect,”

He finally looked into his silver eyes and understood why Hermione used this tactic earlier; he couldn’t see Draco like he usually did… In fact, he didn’t see anything recognizable. With that in mind, he frowned and leaned forward against the sink, hanging his head in despair.

“Damn you, Draco,”

He removed his cloak, and felt a small amount of weight on it. Harry arched an eyebrow, and dug into the cloak pocket. Oh yeah, I forgot about…

“What the?”

Harry expected to pull out the small gift box that Ron had given him, but instead, he pulled out a small, green, leather book that had the Malfoy’s emblem on it. Harry gasped, dropping the book onto the floor. His heart started to race, feeling very frightened of what he now possessed… and of what it means.

Draco… Draco has MY Mind Journal now… What if he found it? What if he read everything in it? He knows my secrets now. He knows how I feel about him now… Mother of Merlin! What the bloody hell do I do?!

Harry started to pace in and out of his bathroom space, until he finally decided on something.

I… I can use this. I can read his journal, and use his secrets… Just in case he tries to use my secrets and against me. Yeah, that’ll work!

Harry retrieved the small book, and pulled out his wand. He hesitated, not sure if he wanted to use the same tactics that Draco would surely use, but after imagining the possible outcome of tomorrow’s event, he took a deep breath and placed the tip of his wand onto the book… but nothing happened. Harry’s eyebrows lowered, and he tried again… the book remained still. Harry sighed, understanding the object’s resistance.

“It knows that I’m not really Draco Malfoy…”

He smiled, pleased with the fact that Draco won’t be able to open his Journal as well. After placing the book onto the dresser, he walked over to his closet and changed into his sleep clothes. After clapping the lights off, he walked over to his bed and plopped himself down, burying his face into the pillows. He lied there, wondering if this was all just a dream. He could hear the common room start to fill up with loud conversations and footsteps. He sluggishly sat up, grabbed his wand from the dresser and placed the silencing spell onto his door, causing the room to fall in dead silence. He grunted and lied back down, pulling the sheets completely over himself, and falling into a restless sleep…

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