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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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There are several good protections against temptation, but the surest is cowardice. -Mark Twain.

Draco Malfoy sat back in his chair and rubbed his weary eyes. In the past several hours he had been in a ferocious dual with some of the followers of the man who had murdered his family, apparated away from the battle ill advisably soon after a terrible splinching, made peace with a guy whom, mere hours before, he had hated beyond expression, and then been thoroughly educated on what had to be the single most disturbing feat of magic he had ever heard of. When he added that to his growing- and truthfully, quite muddled- feelings for one Harry James Potter, Draco Malfoy was having a rater exhausting day. The best part was, it was only 2:30 in the afternoon. By Draco’s calculations, that meant it was the perfect time for something ELSE to go wrong!
“So…”
He began, in a voice so dripping with sarcasm it made Harry flinch.
“All we have to do is find three small, un-extraordinary magical objects. JUST for clarification, those three little horcruxes, as they are, could be absolutely anywhere on this gods forsaken island, and we have next to no clues as to where to start. THEN, after destroying these horcruxes, we have to face The Dark Lord’s massive armies of dark wizards and creatures, only to finally face off with a SUPER pissed, ready to kill, dark lord. WITHOUT, preferably, getting our own selves killed in the first place… Does that about sum up this shit heap of a situation?”
Ron shrugged, and nodded as if this were the most simple of concepts to grasp, while Hermione looked guiltily at the table. Harry rolled his eyes at Draco’s antics, while in his head an argument waged on rather he found the assessment of their situation hilariously amusing, or insurmountably annoying. It was strange that one person could inspire both thoughts at once. To Malfoy he responded with a simple,
“Glad you’re keeping up.”
But inwardly, his mind mulled and mulled over the mere possibility that he may actually LIKE Malfoy as a person…Or at the very least, not hate him.
“And actually, to make a small correction to your tirade, we KNOW what and where one of the horcruxes is. The snake will be close to You Know Who at all times. Especially now that you’re on the run, and you know his secret.”
Hermione said softly, putting a careful filter on her voice, as if she were afraid of bruising Draco’s feelings. It made Draco uncomfortable. He was so unused to thinking of Hermione as even being a real person, and now she knew a secret about him. She knew how vulnerable he truly was right now, and rather than feeling afraid, he felt almost safe, protected. It was strange, but while his feelings for Harry were confusing at best, and his feelings for Ron would probably always be fringed with distaste, he had grown to truly like and respect Granger.
There was a moment of thoughtful silence that seemed to stretch for light-years in every direction, each following their own thoughts down four very different paths. The silence was shattered, however, when Ron suddenly dropped his head down onto the table with a loud THUNK.
“Oh, fuck! Harry, I’ve just thought of something!”
“Clearly it was painful for you.”
Draco mumbled, chuckling under his breath, until he felt Weasley’s large foot connect with his shin under the table.
“Seriously, you git, this is bad!”
“What is it Ron?”
Hermione and Harry asked in unison, both eager to keep the two from falling back into their old habits.
“You Know Who, he doesn’t know we’re all together, but that may not stop him! If he thinks there is ANY chance you may be able to destroy a horcrux, he’ll up the protection on the horcruxes like mad. And when he goes to do that, what’s he going to find?!”
The realization caught up with all of them at once. It didn’t matter, truly, rather Voldemort knew that they had joined forces or not. His paranoia would cause him to increase his defenses anyway, the only question was, when. Because when that time came, he would realize the truth, would know that they had already made it further down the path to destroying him than he ever would have dreamed. In short, all hope would be lost.
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Their decision had been difficult, but they eventually decided that they could do nothing to prevent Voldemort from finding out about the missing horcruxes. Their hope was that Voldemort would not believe Draco capable of such a feat as destroying his most sacred possessions, and would trust enough in his own magical genius to protect his shattered soul. If he decided to move the horcruxes, Harry would know about it immediately, and they would have to have a plan ready when that happened. They had decided to stay in the safe house for now, and in an attempt to not have to stare at the abysmal décor, they had shoved the table against one wall, and had set up their tent right in the middle of the room. Ron and Hermione were sleeping, and Harry (unable to find rest) had left the tent to sit beside Draco, who was taking first watch.
“It seems so strange to me that he can’t feel them at all. They are pieces of his very soul, being utterly annihilated, and he feels absolutely nothing. he has no idea yet. Isn’t that strange?”
Harry shrugged at Malfoy’s question. It seemed as if he was voicing his thoughts to no one in particular, and Harry was not sure if he even required a response.
“I can’t wrap my head around such a disgusting idea. Tearing yourself apart… mutilating yourself in a way that can’t be undone.”
Draco stopped and began to rub his left forearm, almost subconsciously it seemed. The look on his face was one of pure disgust, and Harry tried to understand what it must have been like to be marked so thoroughly and violently in a way you could never escape. He wanted so badly to speak, to say something comforting that would help, but the truth was he hardly knew the Draco sitting beside him. There were so many things familiar about him. The smug look he adopted when talking to Ron, the almost stifling pride, and the same pale skin, blond hair, and tall wiry body that Harry had always known.
But then there were moments, like the one they had shared earlier in the tent, before the Gryffindor’s had made their escape, when a certain intensity grew in his eyes. As they had gazed at one another in just those few moments, Harry had thought that he saw a truth about Draco that was very at odds with the idea he had held in his mind for years. Draco had a heart. A very large one if his eyes could be believed, and once you earned your spot in it, you were placed there irreversibly… but very few could earn that spot, and just like with every other challenge that had ever been placed in front of him, Harry suddenly found that he wanted it desperately.
Scooting a bit closer to the blond, Harry finally found his voice.
“The Horcruxes can be unmade, and You-Know-Who’s soul put back together, if he feels just one moment of remorse for the lives he has taken. It would be excruciatingly painful, perhaps even lethal, and even if he wanted to try it, he is incapable of remorse… He can’t feel the way normal people do, because he isn’t technically a person anymore. But there is always a way to undo even the worst kinds of magic, I believe in that.”
Draco’s face became an expressionless mask and he glared only at the floor as he spoke.
“The Dark Lord designed the mark to be irremovable, believe me, I have tried. Nothing that exists in the world of magic or mundane can remove this mark…”
Draco balled his hands into fists, and Harry could see his mask slipping, and he could see the cold panic in his eyes at the thought of being so exposed. Harry instinctively reached over to put his hand on Draco’s shoulder, and at the contact, Draco jumped to his feet and rounded on the Gryffindor.
“Don’t touch me Potter! Don’t you dare start thinking that your going to swoop in rescue me like some damsel in distress! I am here to see that bastard murdered, THAT is the only thing that will save me… the only thing that will give me peace, and you! You with your terrible habit of saving things that should not be saved, and caring for things that don’t deserve it!… You are going to ruin it all!”
‘Damn, he is good at ending conversations’
Harry thought as he watched Draco tear back the flap to the tent and disappear inside it, leaving Harry feeling utterly bewildered, and put out. Sighing, Harry made to stand up, if only to stretch his legs a bit, when his forehead was grasped by a terrible pain, and his vision was yanked away to a dark room, in a haunting manor. Relaxing, Harry didn’t fight it, but allowed his mind to be swept along, determined to learn their fates.
A.N…. I know, I know! I disappear for freaking ever, then come back with a short cliff hanger! What can I say, life caught up with me. For a while I was stuck and had no idea where I wanted to go with this, but now I think I’m back on track. I have more already in the works, but couldn’t wait to post, so you guys let me know what you think! <3
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