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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

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Title: The End Shall Come and We Will Dance Forever

Author: Makoto Sagara

Series: Harry Potter

Archive: fanfiction.net, afallenangel.net/makotosagara/, mediaminer.org, Foreverfandom.net, makochanupdates.livejournal.com; anywhere else, please ask

Category: Angst, Drama

Pairings: Unknown

Warnings: Angst, language, OOC, 7th year timeline based upon OotP
Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?
A/N: I love how I get ambitious when I start (or restart in the case of this fic) a new story and then the words sort of die… Ugh! However, the opportunity afforded me to actually play around with a character like Draco makes me intrigued to see where this thing will go. I’m only sorry that I took so long to actually write this thing!

Chapter Four – I Don’t Think So

“Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Sunday, September 7^th, 1997

Dear Father,

            I have arrived safely at Hogwarts and both the Headmaster and my new Head of House have been gracious and accommodating regarding my late entry due to family concerns. I will begin classes on Monday and have already received, and begun, the assignments that I missed last week. My new Transfiguration professor is a woman by the name of Professor Tabitha Swanly. Are you aware of her?

            Also, I’m sure you and the Dark Lord have heard that Professor Lupin is back as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He seems suspicious of me, and watches my every move throughout mealtime, but since the Headmaster trusts both of us, I am certain that he will only stare at me.

            I have yet to run into Potter and his group of blood-traitors and Mudbloods. However, the rest of the school’s attitude towards the Slytherin house members is appalling. I have been accosted twice since my arrival and it is only my second day here.

            How is Mother? Please pass on my love to her. And to my aunt and uncle.

            I will write when I have more information for you. I realize how important my position is here at the school and will not fail.

Your dutiful son,

Draco”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Draco sighed as he watched his eagle owl fly from where the Owlery. Most of what the letter contained was the truth, but the very fact that he hadn’t even been allowed to relax on his first weekend left a bad taste in his mouth. He was alone and confused and surrounded by hostile, small people.

Until the Dark Lord’s – Voldemort, his mind screamed at his squeamish consciousness – return, his entire life had been planned out for him. Go to Hogwarts, get into Slytherin House, get good marks, date the right kind of girl, pass as many N.E.W.T.s as possible, marry said right girl, have an heir, maintain the family’s dignity and honor, and take over when his father died. But now, now, he was supposed to kill Muggles, Mudbloods, and blood traitors. He was supposed to take pleasure in senseless torture. He was supposed to vie for the favor of a lunatic, a half-blood lunatic with an extreme distaste for Muggles. He was supposed to serve. Somehow, both options left him feeling extremely discontented.

Even what he was doing now, which was basically offering to spy for both sides, was decidedly unsatisfactory. The only good that this option gave him was the opportunity to watch Potter as he moved through the school.

And Potter… Their earlier confrontation, the latest in a long line of exchange of words, curses, hexes, and physical blows, still stayed with him. Who knew The Boy Who Lived would be so… so… fierce over the memory of his former Head of House? The only other time he’d seen him like that was when Draco, Potter, and the Weasley twins got into that altercation on the Quidditch pitch during 5^th year. This time, however, his reaction to the physical damage wasn’t one of anger, but arousal.

“I must be sick,” Draco muttered, pushing himself from off the Owlery’s wall and heading in the direction of the dungeons. He still had homework to make up, and a potion to make with Slughorn before heading to classes for the first time that year. With a dignified straightening of his shoulders, he made his way down the steps of the tower to the rest of the school, determined to behave as if nothing had changed in the last six months.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Malfoy.” Draco turned as a familiar voice snarled his name, and was rewarded with the freckled face of Ronald Weasley.

“Weasley,” he drawled, shaking his wand from the sleeve of his robes, “to what do I owe the punishment of your presence?”

“Funny, Ferret, I was going to ask you the same thing.” The redhead flushed unattractively, making a sudden movement.

“Don’t even think about it, Weasel,” Draco sneered as he leveled his wand right at the taller boy’s face. “I have no wish to start this with you, but I have no problem taking care of anything you begin.”

“Ronald Weasley,” a female voice shouted, causing the boy to jump and turn his back on the Slytherin. With a shake of his head, Draco took advantage of the other’s lack of concern. Moving silently and quickly, his wand was placed against the other boy’s throat and he could hear the Gryffindor’s breathing hitch.

“You should never turn your back on an enemy, Weasel King.” The redhead swallowed loudly, leaving Draco with the feeling of disgust. “Leave now and I will forget that you were here.”

“Drop dead, Malfoy.”

“Tsk, tsk,” Draco hissed, his lip curling in loathing. “You should really watch what you say to someone who could destroy you without a second thought. Now, I have more important things to handle.” He moved his wand from the redhead’s throat and to the middle of his back. “You will go find out what that shrew calling you wants and don’t turn around, or I will hex you into next week.” He released his captive with a shove and watched as he followed his instructions to the letter.

He was vaguely aware of the Mudblood, Granger, turning around the corner to accost her fellow Gryffindor in a most unattractive manner, and melded into the shadows to avoid dealing with another scene. Unfortunately, he was not that lucky.

“How noble of you, Draco…”

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Harry had been extremely restless, and felt the need to get away from his Housemates. Since his verbal spat with Hermione and talk with Ginny the day before, he really didn’t want to deal with any of the Gryffindors. But, of course, he managed to find Malfoy in the hallways. He’d been tempted to ignore the blond and hide around a corner; however, Ron’s stupid need for a fight with the Slytherin had Harry watching carefully for any serious damage.

He really didn’t see the point of interfering if all that Malfoy was going to do was threaten his friend. It was, after all, Ron’s fault for accosting the other boy. And hearing Hermione call for the other member of their trio had him breathing easier, especially when Malfoy released the other boy without hexing him as he probably deserved.

He could have left it alone. He should have left it alone. That would have been the wisest thing for him to do, but then again, Harry wasn’t exactly known for doing that sort of thing, now was he?

“How noble of you, Draco,” he said as he stepped from his hiding place. “I was unaware that you were so generous with my friends.”

“How dare you, Potter! I gave you no permission to be so friendly with me,” the blond boy snarled as he stood tall. Harry ignored the indignant tone and actually looked Draco over. He’d gotten taller in the last eleven weeks since they’d parted. His shoulders were broader, and Harry had noticed the way his forearms bunched and curled while he was dealing with Ron. The boy, simply put, was not only gorgeous, but he’d filled out a bit too. Harry swallowed the extra saliva in his mouth before he dribbled it down his chin in desire.

“Well,” Draco drawled, “as stimulating as your conversation is right now, Potter, I can truly say that I have better things to do. Do not follow.”

With a flourish of robes that would have made Snape proud, the Slytherin disappeared. While Harry contemplated the situation, his head exploded into a mass of painful nerves that stole his breath. And before he could cry out, the world grew black.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Screams issued from a prone, black-clad figure as a woman with wild, dark hair and eyes, similarly clad in black robes, held her wand over his head. The red sparks from the tip wrapped around the sobbing, pathetic man and she cackled madly, intensifying both the power of the spell and the man’s screams. “Enough, Bella. Sadly, I need Avery alive for a while longer yet.”

The woman’s smile slipped before she turned her face to Voldemort with an adoring look. “Yes, my Lord.” She quickly took her place back in the circle as two of her companions dragged the unconscious man to a corner before rejoining the others.

Red, snake-like eyes swept the group before landing on one in particular. “Lucius, have you heard from your son yet?” A tall, graceful body stood from where he was kneeling with others in a circle before Lord Voldemort’s throne, grew closer, and bowed respectfully while avoiding eye contact.

“Yes, my Lord. My son has just sent his first letter today.” A deathly pale, skeletal hand reached out before his face. Instantly a parchment was placed in it. Low muttering could be heard while the letter was read.

“What is the meaning of this, Lucius?” The name was hissed with a cold fury, perfected to terrify. “Your son is not endearing himself to me as a useful spy. Even Avery has proven he is not half as worthless.”

“My Lord, my son is still young and it is well known that Dumbledore does not favor the House of Slytherin,” Lucius said carefully as if the words pained him. “I have tried to court the old fool myself, but he continues his catering to Potter’s every whim.” There was an almost audible intake of air from the rest of the assembled servants as the kneeling figure spoke of the other wizard. “From my other sources at the school, I believe that it may take some time for him to drop his guard.”

“See that he does, and that Draco gains his confidence.” Hissing ensued and a large, vicious snake slithered up to the kneeling figure and wrapped itself gracefully around the man’s body. “Or else you and he will feel my wrath.”

The snake gave an almost crushing squeeze to Lucius’ legs before heading for the corner where the unconscious Avery rested. The blond sighed quietly before trying to blend into the rest of the group and avoid his Lord’s anger. Draco will provide results, or I will make sure he takes the fall for this whole debacle, after I rid myself of his insipid mother.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Draco turned as he heard a loud thump behind him. If he was lucky, it was only Peeves, playing one of his tricks. If not… he didn’t want to think about that. There were no other sounds, no shouts or curses, and Draco debated going back to find out what made that sound. Of course, he knew that the last person behind him had been Potter.

And then, the screams began – the kind of screams that curdled his blood. They were even worse than when his worthless father had begun torturing Narcissa in front of him. And what made them unbearable is that they were coming from the thrashing body of Harry Potter, in the middle of the damn corridor.

He looked around, hoping to find any of Potter’s friends and allies, cursing his luck that if he was found out like this, they’d assume he’d done something to the stupid prat.

Finding no one, Draco cast Petrificus Totalus to avoid any flailing limbs, Silencio to cover the screams, and then Mobilicorpus, determined to find somewhere he could either leave his rival to be found or to the Infirmary, whichever came first. He shot one last look around for anyone before his eyes stopped on a spot of crimson that was welling from Potter’s scar. “Well, bugger all…”

TBC…

Author’s Notes 2: MANY, MANY thanks to Fallen Angel for her assistance with the Voldemort scene. We have discovered that I absolutely detest him and that I would rather fry him than write his words. And as for Luci… well, let’s just say that I’m not going to be nice to him later. And a special thanks to the HP Lexicon (http://www.hp-lexicon.org/) for the help with names of spells and Death Eaters that I can use for fodder.
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