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Draco was
groggy the next morning. He wasn�t used
to staying up late so many nights in a row.
He supposed eventually he would become accustomed to the grueling pace
that was set before him. He sat down
next to Crabbe and Blaise at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall.

�Draco are
you feeling all right today?� Pansy asked showing some concern. �You look pale this morning.�

�I�m fine,�
Draco ground out not liking the concern she was showing because it drew
attention to him.

He began
eating his food in proper sized bites, years of etiquette training automatic
now. He studied the Gryffindor Table,
gray eyes sweeping up the length of it, easily spotting his �enemies� grouped
together. He noticed that although
Granger and Weasley were concerned about their friend they did not crowd
him. The two Gryffindors merely observed
and chatted about casual things from what he could read of their lips.

The snowy white
owl belonging to the Golden Boy of Gryffindor swooped into the Great Hall and
headed straight for Potter dropping several notes and letters into his outstretched
hands. Harry tucked them all away in a
book not daring to read any of them in the Great Hall which was smart of
him.

�Draco,�
Blaise spoke quietly on his right.

�Yes
Blaise,� Draco said without turning to the Slytherin. �What is it?�

�I was
wondering if you could help me with Arithmancy tonight,� Blaise said casually. �I�m not sure that I understood yesterday�s
lesson and the homework is due tomorrow and I haven�t been able to figure any
of it out yet.�

�Very well
Blaise,� Draco spared him a look. �I can
help you after dinner tonight.�

Blaise
nodded. He cupped his hand around a note
and Draco read the sentence and turned back to his food feeling annoyed. Blaise did not have to worry about him being
too obvious or slipping up that he did not hate Potter and his little
friends. Draco knew that he was a good
actor, all Malfoy�s were to an extent, but Draco considered himself to be
better than even his father. He could successfully
lie to the man already so he should have no problem in deceiving his fellow
Slytherins.

He had sent
his first message to Harry that morning and he wondered what his response would
be. He felt a bit nervous, a feeling in
the pit of his stomach that he only ever felt on the Quidditch pitch anymore. After finishing his meal he glared slightly
at Crabbe and Goyle before leaving the Slytherin Table and heading to the dorms
for his books for his morning classes.
Draco was looking forward to Potions first thing. It would prove to be a better chance to
observe subtle changes if there were any.

Right away
he could tell Potions was going to be a slice of hell, Draco was stuck sitting
next to Pansy Parkinson. While he could
normally tolerate her today was not a day he wished to hear filled with her
insipid giggles and comments. He drew in
a breath and took the place closest by the aisle. He figured that it was the least he could do,
if nothing it would keep some of the Gryffindors from having their attempts at
Potions making spoiled by Slytherins close by him.

Blaise
strolled in and passed by Draco�s spot without a glance. Harry spared him a glare but only for
posterities� sake before he sat directly across the aisle from Draco. Again this was not out of the ordinary, but
it might be noticed by some of the more observant Slytherins.

Snape set
them to work and Draco concentrated for the moment on setting up the
ingredients and beginning the Potion.
Pansy eyed the Gryffindor side of the room with interest, a cunning
expression on her face. Draco shot her a
warning look and the girl only lowered her eyes but still shot glances across
the room. Pansy was just getting ready
to make an excuse to go to the storeroom when Professor Snape swept up to their
table.

�Excellent
work as always Draco,� The Potions Master said and Draco merely gave him a
knowing smirk.

The
Professor moved on to Pansy�s cauldron, �And what do we have here? Did you even pay attention to what Potion
we�re brewing today Miss Parkinson? This
is entirely the wrong shade.�

�She�s been
too busy making eyes at Potter sir,� Draco smirked.

As
predicted the Gryffindors and Slytherins snickered. Pansy shot him a brief glare but he shrugged
it off. She usually got over such insults
quickly so long as someone else was made fun of as well.

�You might
want to check on Boulstrude too sir,� Draco sneered at the piggish looking
Slytherin who sat in the desk in front of them.
�She�s been making cow eyes over there as well; I wouldn�t be surprised
if the Gryffindors have slipped some of the girls a love Potion of some kind.�

Millicent
paled slightly and Draco realized that she did indeed fancy someone over on the
Gryffindor side of the room, or she had at least been looking at someone which
to a Slytherin was just as bad.

Snape
glided across the aisle and peered into Harry�s cauldron, �Well, well. There are miracles after all since you
managed to get this potion correct Potter.�

�All it
took was a bit of luck sir,� Harry said.

�If you had
said skill I would have to have taken points Potter,� Snape glared. �As it is, class dismissed.�

The
students began to file out through the door but Draco and Harry hung back. The students hurried off quickly, most eager
to be far away from Snape�s clutches.

�Meet me by
the old Charms classroom after your last class,� Harry whispered into Draco�s
ear.

�Bite me
Potter,� Draco sneered.

�Only if I
can punch you first Malfoy,� Harry shot back going the opposite direction from
Malfoy and the Slytherins.

At the end
of the day Draco was hanging around the unused Charms classroom. Harry seemed to appear out of thin air and
Draco barely kept in his exclamation of surprise. Firmly he reminded himself that Harry had an
Invisibility Cloak.

�Follow
me,� Harry said quickly.

He began
leading Draco into the less used parts of the school until they stood outside a
classroom that had not been used for a good fifty years. Harry muttered something in Parseltongue
before opening the door and ushering Draco inside. He closed the door quickly behind both of
them. Draco felt the pressure from
several strong and heavy wards that he had not felt from outside of the classroom.

�Hermione
says that you�ve gotten good at casting the Egyptian and Greek curses,� Harry
informed him. �I want to see just how
good you really are.�

Draco did
not bother to preen under the brief compliment.
He knew that he would only pass this test if he held his own against
Harry or if Harry said he did. Draco was
under no illusions of his own prowess.

�Will the
wards on this room affect our casts?� Draco asked. �They feel quite heavy.�

�No,� Harry
shook his head. �The wards won�t
interfere. The castle keeps them hidden
from the staff and students here. I�m
deeply connected to Hogwarts itself, more so than the Headmaster. No one will know about the things we do in
this room or any of the other practice rooms.
I cast the wards strong enough to be sure that if we miscast it won�t
draw attention or damage the room.�

Both stood
and squared off in the middle of the room.
Suddenly all light vanished from the room. Reflexively Draco cast a ward to warn him
from any attack coming from behind.
Carefully he began moving as quietly as he could around the room. The light flickered and then came back. Curses began to fly. Draco dodged and flung them quickly in
Harry�s direction. In the end both had
been grazed by one hex each until a curse hit Draco full in the chest and
knocked him against the wall.

Harry came
over and healed Draco efficiently before healing himself and then sat against
the wall grinning at the blond Slytherin.
The Gryffindor seemed pleased with their brief duel.

�Hermione
was right, you�ve done well,� Harry said with a nod. �You need to work on your shields and dodges
a bit though. You�ll go to Snape next to
learn the Asian curses. He�s a stickler
for making sure that your shields are top notch. Yours should be improved after time with
him.�

�Harry can
I ask you a question?� Draco asked breathing heavily as he rested on the stone
floor.

Harry
nodded.

�How are
you really sleeping these days?� Draco looked closely at the Order Leader. �We�re aware of the glamours you cast over
yourself daily, but how bad is it really?�

�I�ll tell
you but this stays between just the two of us,� Harry said seriously hugging
his knees. �I don�t want Hermione or
Snape or anyone being told about this.
Agreed?�

�Agreed,�
Draco echoed.

�I get
maybe one or two hours of actual sleep a night interspersed with nightmares and
Voldemort pissing me off,� Harry laughed humorlessly. �But I draw energy from the Earth so it
doesn�t really matter how much or how little sleep I get. It doesn�t really affect me which pisses
Voldemort off. I�ve noticed all we�ve
seemed to be doing lately is just pissing each other off. There doesn�t seem to be much of a point to
it anymore but it�s almost become a ritual.� Harry shrugged. �How are things in the snake pit?�

�Well
enough,� Draco answered. �Nott, Davies
and Boulstrude will present the biggest problem for recruitment. Parkinson I believe has a crush on Seamus,
which I plan to use to the best of my abilities. And of course Goyle and Crabbe will do what I
tell them when the time comes for us to be more open.�

Harry shook
his head, �What is the deal with those two?
They seem so ignorant in class and out of it most of the time. And they hardly say a word.�

�Crabbe and
Goyle are trained in the Dark Arts but I�ve groomed them both since before
Hogwarts to view me as their leader, even above the Dark Lord and their own
parents,� Draco drawled. �Of course I
have to keep reinforcing that training but it�s worked for me all these years
so it�s not too much trouble.�

Harry
laughed, �So long as there will be two more when the time comes I couldn�t care
less what you have to do. Any help you
need just ask.�

Draco
nodded. Harry stood and began brushing
off his robes, Draco followed suit.
Draco�s eyes watered briefly from the amount of dust they kicked
up.

The Slytherin
studied the Gryffindor. Harry did not
look that bad considering the amount of sleep he had been getting. Draco was not worried but he did worry that
it might affect Harry�s performance. So
long as things were fine he felt no need to voice his worry.

�Eventually
it would be best if we played things off as a friendship,� Draco�s mind
switched gears. �That would blow the
Slytherin�s minds and would make it a bit easier to sway a few of them our
way.�

�Seems like
a solid idea,� Harry slipped out of the classroom followed by Draco.

Quickly the
Order Leader locked the classroom muttering in Parseltongue.

�There,� He
said satisfied. �Now no one will know
about my wards. We are friends now you
know.�

�I know,�
Draco could feel the truth of the statement.
�I�ll see you around Harry.�

�See you,�
Harry�s voice echoed through the hall.

Draco and
Harry walked briskly through the halls.
There were many things both had to consider. Halloween was approaching and they knew that
there was tension inside the Slytherin House.
Lord Voldemort was already attempting to get promises of future
recruits, even from Draco�s own year.
The time to defy the Dark Lord openly would have to come soon. Draco hoped that he and Blaise would be able
to gather a solid group of Slytherins when the time came.

When the two reached the more frequently
traveled halls of the castle they parted company. Harry headed back to Gryffindor and Draco
returned to the dungeons. Ginny pulled
Harry over to the alcove where Ron and Hermione sat as soon as he entered the
Common Room.

�We were
about to send Ginny out to look for you,� Hermione looked up from a Middle
Eastern text Bill had sent her. �None of
us expected your meeting to run quite so long.�

�I held an
impromptu test,� Harry sat down across the chessboard from Ron. �You were right Herm, he�s improved and did
well. Our spy will teach him next.�
Harry moved a piece to counter Ron�s opening move. �How�s your work with the Twins going Ginny?�

�Good,�
Ginny replied as she pulled out her sketch pad.
�They said that they almost have the Doubles Mints figured out. That would make a good novelty item, a candy
that projects an image of oneself for a minute that mirrors the originals
actions.�

�Only a
minute?� Hermione turned a page.

�For
selling,� Ginny began as she selected a pencil.
�They weren�t sure what the longest time they can achieve for us will be
yet.�

Harry
nodded as he moved another piece. Deftly
Ron countered him. Talk ceased as Harry
and Ron focused much of their attention on the game while Ginny continued
working on her sketch of Ron at a chess board.
It seemed all too soon that Ron was declaring another checkmate while
Harry just shook his head and grinned ruefully.

�You�re a
decent player Harry,� Ron said grinning.
�But you still suck.�

�That�s why
I leave the tactics up to you,� Harry admitted.
�Tomorrow I think we should work on the brooms. You too Hermione.�

�I don�t
like flying,� Hermione declared stubbornly turning another page. �I�d rather start the book Viktor found for
me.�

�Not this
time,� Harry�s tone was firm. �I want to
run you through evasive maneuvering so you can at least escape danger on a
broom if you have to. There are places
that have anti-Apparation wards. You can
sling and dodge curses on the ground, I want you to be able to hold your own in
the air for a time.�

Hermione
bit her bottom lip but nodded her acceptance.
Harry hoped he could teach her a few useful moves on a broom. Hermione was not a bad flyer but she was
hesitant in the air and that bothered Harry.
During a fight being hesitant sometimes meant you lost and they were
fighting with their lives.

Harry sat
back thinking of other things, he planned to train up his current Order members
before inducting any new members. He
felt tired and alone as the evening continued to drag on even though he was
surrounded by his best friends. He
needed his anchor, someone who he allowed to see his doubts surface. There was currently only one person who knew
just how deep his darkness could run, one person he felt safe enough to let not
only his insecurities show but also the most sinister parts of himself.

�I�m going
to bed,� Harry stood up abruptly.

Hermione
and the two Weasley�s looked up at him.
Hermione gave him an understanding smile as he went up to the dorms to
grab his Invisibility Cloak. He put it
on and came back down and tapped Ron on the shoulder.

�Who�s up
for a trip to the kitchens?� The Keeper of the Gryffindor Quidditch team asked
brightly.

�I�ll go,�
Ginny offered. �I�ll bring you back
something Hermione.�

Hermione
nodded absently already burying her nose back in the book. Harry slipped out of the Portrait hole after
Ron and Ginny. He took the most direct
route to the dungeons and banged on the Potions Master�s door. The heavy wooden door swung wide open and
Harry slipped in past Severus Snape. The
door banged shut. Harry tugged off his
cloak, clawing at the fabric.

�I knew it
would be you,� Severus moved to his liquor cabinet and poured a shot of
something which he thrust out to Harry.
�You�re the only student who dares to bang on my door instead of
knocking politely. You have no manners
Potter. I suppose you�re going to
blackmail me for serving a minor alcohol?�

�We�re long
past that Severus,� Harry smiled and then downed the drink. �You sure can hold a grudge though.�

�And what
musings brought you down here tonight?� Severus asked moving to his seat by the
fire.

Harry took
his customary seat that allowed him to both look at Severus but also stare into
the fire. For several minutes he was
silent as though he did not quite want to voice the thoughts that had dragged
him down to the dungeons that evening.

�Sometimes
I wonder if I should just oppose Voldemort as another Dark Lord,� Harry set the
empty glass down on the black oak table.
�They all go on about the Golden Boy crap or the Chosen One.�

�You could
be a Dark Lord,� Severus said bluntly.
�And hopefully you�ll choose something more original than merely
rearranging the letters in your name when you give yourself the all impressive
title.�

Harry
smirked, �I�ll be sure to do that Severus.�

�You�re not
seriously considering such a thing,� Snape glared. �There are times I question your mental
stability Potter, until I remember that very little of what you show is who you
are. How long will you be staying this
time?�

�The week,
maybe longer,� He shrugged.

�The bed I
transfigured from last time is still there for you to use,� Severus levitated
the empty glass from the table back to the liquor cabinet. �I have some marking to finish up but you
should get some sleep. Take the
Dreamless Sleep for tonight, it�s a half dose.
I for one want a few decent hours of sleep before you start thrashing
about and screaming.�

�I�ll
consider taking it,� Harry mumbled walking toward the bedroom.

In the end
he took the potion. He did not want to
have nightmares and conversations with Voldemort any more than he wanted to
keep Severus awake with his mutterings, thrashings and screaming. Did he not deserve to be normal and sleep for
a few hours?

He woke up
to Severus shaking him. Harry sat up
blinking until the Potions Master handed him his glasses.

�What time
is it?� Harry slipped on his glasses.

�Early
enough,� Severus drawled. �It�s five in
the morning if you must know. You�d best
return to the Tower for your uniform and books.�

�Thanks
Sev,� Harry slipped out of his bed ignoring Severus rolling his eyes. �How�s the eye Potion coming?�

�One more
week,� Severus answered promptly. �Are
you still considering becoming a Dark Lord?�

Harry
sighed, �There are times it would be so easy.
Then I think of people like Cedric and how many of them I would have to
kill for no reason. That�s not me.�

�But you�re
afraid that one day that might change,� Severus said knowingly. �You fear becoming worse than Voldemort. I won�t lie to you and coddle you Harry. You have the ability to be far more
terrifying than Voldemort, but you also hold a bigger love and respect for life
than he ever did. While you might
consider becoming a Dark Lord, when you think about it in-depth Potter you
wouldn�t do it.�

As Harry
walked silently back to Gryffindor Tower
in the early morning he could not help but think about what some of the other
Order members would saw about Harry Potter as a Dark Lord. He fervently hoped he would never have to
know.
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