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Title: Tainted
Author: Mel
Fandom: Harry Potter
Beta: Somi
Rating: R
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Hermione
Granger/Ron Weasely
Warnings: Spoilers for
HBP! Violence, Adult Themes.
Summary: Silence is Golden
Disclaimer: The World of Harry Potter belongs
to miss Rowling. I�m just boring it
Author�s Notes: �Tainted� is a rewrite of a very old
story by the same name. Very few of you will remember it, and this is
completely different from the original story.
Contains spoilers for
Half-Blood Prince

Chapter
Seven

-Hold on,
Hold on to yourself,

For this is
going to hurt like hell-

---Sarah
McLachlan

�You know,
Ronald, if you keep poking me, I�ll quite happily hang you from the ceiling by
your entrails.� Draco cracked open an eyelid, lifting his head a little. It was morning, judging by the house-elves
bustling around them. Potter stirred
beside him. Draco could feel him chuckling gently.

�What are
you doing down here, Ferret?� Ron
pressed his wand to Draco�s temple.

We were hungry, Ron, Harry grouched, pulling himself up.

�We were
hungry,� Draco echoed, �is that such a crime?
Ask Dobby if you don�t believe me.� Hermione was with him and firmly
moved the wand away, Draco nodded his thanks.
�Is there any particular reason for this wake up call?�

�We were
worried about Harry.� Hermione looked at her friend. �You know, you both
stumbled through three of Mad-Eye�s wards without setting them off?�

Oh dear, Moody�s gonna be pissed.
at Draco�s confused look he added, We
walked through three of his wards as if they weren�t there.

�I don�t
think �Oh dear� quite covers it Potter.
I don�t suppose there�s a chance I could go back to that room?�

Not one, now get up, we have things to do.

�Yes, master.�
Draco dragged his body from the uncomfortable position on the bench, �Would you
like some tea too? Maybe a biscuit?�

Hermione
actually grinned, Ron rolled his eyes.

If you can get it ready now, yes please.

Draco
snorted. �Over my dead body, Potter.�

That could easily be arranged, now be nice to
my friends or I�ll set Ron on you.

�Charming,�
Draco muttered.

How is everyone? Neville and Luna?

Something
in Draco�s mind grew weary. He had
learnt quickly to follow his intuition; he coaxed his power silently to the surface. Something was going to go wrong here. �He wants to know how Neville and Luna are.�

�They�re okay.�
Hermione fell into step beside him. �Luna�s with her dad at the moment, but
she�s been teaching as many friends as she can get a hold about defence. She told me that a lot of the kids don�t know
a decent Shield Charm. Neville�s with
Professor Sprout; they�ve been harvesting what rare herbs they can for healing
potions.�

And Ginny? I�ve seen every Weasley except her.

Draco
stopped, his face paling. He had known
there was something, it had been itching in the back of his mind. Something that he�d been sure Potter had
ignored, even in the time they had spent together, buried in his subconscious.

�He killed
her Harry. When he couldn�t find you.�

Draco had
not been involved, for those first few weeks the Dark Lord had kept him close
to home. When he had been captured, it
had been his first and only raid. But
Severus had kept him in touch with everything. He had been the one who told him
that the orders had gone out to bring one of the youngest two Weasleys back for
him to deal with. Torturing and killing
children had never upset some of His more loyal followers. They had been only too happy to carry out the
orders.

By some
sick charm, the very walls of his hideout had pulsed with the girls screams;
dripping her blood. He had marvelled at
the fact they had kept her alive and screaming for a whole day, from his place
in the middle of the floor. When Severus
had stumbled in after her screams had stopped, he had spelled the door locked
and could be heard throwing up in the toilet.

Severus had
said she had not once begged, and that if he ever saw Molly Weasley he was to
tell her that. Ginny Weasley had died honourably.

What?

Draco could
only nod. Potter�s friends realised
quickly what his question had been, both taking a step toward him.

She can�t be. He grew
pale, his body began to shimmer a little around the edges. He can�t
have killed her.

He wasn�t
even talking to Draco anymore, caught in his own thoughts. He could feel the building of power.

�Potter,
stop it!� Draco reached out to grab his
arm, biting back a cry of pain as Potter�s grief spiked out at him. Still, he held him, shaking him
fiercely. It was sickening to watch
Potter�s head loll around on his shoulders, seemingly not caring of Draco�s
hands on him. The building energy only
grew stronger, becoming steadily more dangerous. A nasty little hum filled the hallway as the
wind picked up, slicing into their skin.

�For
Merlin�s sake, stay away,� Draco shouted at Weasley and Granger, both of whom
were trying to get closer. Potter was
going to bring Hogwarts down around their ears.

�Can�t you
just cry like a normal fucking person?�
Draco hissed, quickly calling on his own power, collecting it in a small
ball he poured himself into it, causing it to grow. Soon he and Potter were trapped in the
sphere. The wind was now concentrated
and Draco fought to stay conscious as it continued to batter him. He had to keep the barrier up.

Potter
wailed, one sickeningly long note, and Draco snapped. Ginny was dead, Potter had obviously chosen
to ignore that little gem when he was fishing around in Draco�s mind. This little bout of hysteria would not do her
any favours, especially if it killed Potter, who could avenge her.

With a
furious howl, Draco lunged at Potter, his fist flying, landing on its
mark. For a moment their power screamed,
Hogwarts shook dangerously, about to crumble.
There was a pop, a flash and all the tension dissipated, leaving two
boys lying in a small crater, both with their scars bleeding.

---

In the dark
there was sobbing; giant, wet, hiccupping sobs.
Draco followed his ears in the darkness, the only light coming from
himself. His skin glowed in shimmering
gold, like the pool of power in his belly.
It even shone a little through his dark Death Eater robes.

He followed
the sound, light on his feet, his body free of the pains he had in waking. Light began to form ahead of him and he
walked toward it. It began to take shape
as he got closer, and the sobbing got only louder. It was Potter, Draco recognised him right
away even as he sat with his face buried in his knees. He was wearing just that white, blood splattered
shirt, his broken glasses beside him.

Draco
realised they were both wearing what they must have been wearing when they were
cursed, as he was certain in his waking self that Potter was not always half
naked. Someone certainly would have
found it odd at any rate. And his Death Eater
robes had likely been burnt after his capture.
Good riddance. At least he wasn�t
wearing that silly mask.

�I didn�t
think you had any emotions in here?�
Draco leant over the huddled figure.

The sobbing
slowed, then stopped, and Potter�s sad face lifted to him. It was always interesting too see his
expressions without the ingrained malice his waking self had.

�Ginny
died,� came the soft reply, �because of me.�

It was
interesting, to hear Potter blame himself for something. To know that this was how he really
felt. His inner self without the
wrapping of Gryffindor self-importance.
He was a lot easier to like this way.

�Not really.�
Draco sat beside him. �If you weren�t around, practically everyone would be
dead, so the world has a lot to thank you for.�

The soul
paused for a moment, �I hadn�t thought of it that way before.�

�Of course
you didn�t,� Draco offered, nudging his shoulder with his own, �you�re too nice
for your own good, Potter. You have the
right to be a selfish git sometimes, you know?
Weasley�s death was a horrible waste of a good witch, but a lot of good
wizards and witches have died without it being your fault.�

�Still,� he
trailed off.

�Don�t beat
yourself up about it,� Draco told him, �you�re not doing her memory any favours
by trying to destroy Hogwarts. Grieve
for her, but don�t hurt yourself. Hurt
him instead.�

Potter�s
eyes narrowed a little, �Oh yes, I have a lot to talk to Mister Riddle about.�

�This might
sound stupid, but why the hell don�t I have a nice mellow personality like you
in here? You�re so much different in
real life; here you�re a lot easier to handle,� Draco pointed out, �and I�m
still a mad hatter.�

�I noticed
that too,� Potter grinned a little, �maybe it�s because you went mad, your soul�s
reflected a lot more than mine is.�

Draco
nodded. That made a little sense. He was
a lot more honest with himself because of the madness.

Potter laid
his head against Draco�s shoulder.
�Thanks.�

�You�re
welcome.�

---

�For
Merlin�s fucking sakes, put me down!�

Harry came
to with a start. Really, in the last day
of being back in his body, Malfoy had been the most vocal he�d ever known him
to be. He wondered if it had something
to do with the silence in his ears.
Maybe he was trying to make up for it.

Lifting his
head he almost laughed, as Bill and Charlie Weasley had Malfoy by his arms and
legs, holding him just a few feet away.
Malfoy was struggling fiercely, trying to get them to let him go, all
tired arms and legs.

Both Bill
and Charlie weren�t letting go, their faces grim and set.

Harry
realised he was lying on the floor, the stone indented in a small crater. It came back, so quickly that it left him
fighting for breath, tears stinging his eyes, burying his face in his hands.

There were
sudden angry shouts and Harry felt firm hand grip his shoulders, forcing his
head up. He was staring into an open
face and silver eyes. His brush with
madness had truly opened his soul in his eyes; he felt the same way here as he
did in their dreams.

�Are you okay,
Potter?� He searched him, not just his
face, but the rest of his body, as if checking to see if he�d hurt
himself. �And damnit, you need to eat
something; your skin�s hanging off your bones.�

I�m fine, Harry muttered dryly. You�re
not exactly the pinnacle of health yourself.

Malfoy
grinned wildly. �Thanks.� His smile sobered a little. �No inclinations to explode half of Britain
though?�

Harry
sighed, shaking his head. None today.

�Good good.�
Malfoy patted his shoulder.

�What are
you boys doing here?�

Molly
Weasley joined them. It was strange to
see the normally bright witch so subdued in her black clothing. Her face was tired, drawn and she had lost
all the colour in her cheeks. She looked
so sad. Even the question was asked as a
sigh. Harry�s eyes filled with tears just
looking at her, thinking of her only daughter that she had lost.

�Mrs.
Weasley?� Malfoy tugged at her robes
till she looked at him blankly. �Your
daughter died well, Mrs. Weasley. I know
it doesn�t mean much, but she never gave in to them.�

For a moment,
the room stood still. And then a little
bit of light entered those eyes, and though the smile was small, there was lot
of the old Molly behind it.

�Come on
dears, I�ll get you something to eat.�

---

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