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Where is the \'Malfoy\' in \'DA\'?	By : Crazy6Mary6J Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 9

Why are you
putting on this act?

It was with a thoughtful expression that Harry walked, besides his two
best friends, towards Hagrid�s hut. The half-giant
had finally come back from his �trip� in the mountains and was taking Professor
Grubbly-Plank�s place. After that conversation with Draco, the night at the infirmary, he had finally stopped
hating Malfoy after understanding him a bit more. But because of him� Harry had>had now been
thrown off the Quidditch team, forbidden to
play ever again!

One minute Malfoy was apologizing to him,
admitting he did not hate him and the other he was proving that he did indeed
hate him with all his might.

So Harry kept walking nervously, anxious of what
was yet to happen when he would see him again. Would Draco
completely ignore him or look at him with hate and disgust like
he had always done before?

�Or perhaps, you can remember what your mother�s house stank
like, Potter, and Weasley�s pigsty reminds you of
it...�

Harry no longer felt rage, remembering the words Malfoy
had said after the Quidditch game several days ago.
Harry had dashed towards him furiously pounding his stomach with his fists as
hard as he could. But now, he felt only sadness. Why
had he said those hateful words to him? Sure, Harry had been used to his
insults before, but now that he knew Malfoy supposedly did not hate him�

�We�re workin� in here today!� Hagrid called happily to the many approaching students,
snapping Harry out of his dreadful thoughts. He jerked his head back to the
trees behind him; the forbidden forest. �Bit more
sheltered! Anyways, they prefer the dark.�

�What prefers the dark?� Harry heard the voice he had been dreading to
hear say sharply to his two bodyguards�Draco Malfoy. �What did he say prefers the dark-did you
hear?�

Harry smiled as he stared at Draco, seeing the
slight panic tracing his pale features. At least now
he would have something to enjoy watching� the fear of the Slytherin,
being that amusement, of course�

�Ready?� Hagrid asked, glancing around at his
students, who did not look confident at all. �Right, well, I�ve bin savin� a trip inter the Forest fer yer fifth year. Thought we�d go an� see these creatures in their natural habitat.
Now, what we�re studyin�
today is pretty rare, I reckon I�m probably the on�y
person in Britain who�s managed ter train �em.�

�And you�re sure they�re trained, are you?� asked Mal>Malfoy.
Harry�s smile widened noticing the panic in his voice become
more pronounced. �Only it wouldn�t be the first time you�d brought wild
stuff to class, would it?�

A few students murmured in agreement, even a few Gryffindors
thought that Malfoy had a point.

�Course they�re trained,� answered Hagrid,
scowling at the boy.

�So what happened to your face, then?� demanded Malfoy.

�Mind yer own business!� barked Hagrid. �Now, if yeh�ve finished askin� stupid questions, follow me!�

The half-giant spun around and strode away straight into the forest.
Nobody seemed very eager to follow. Harry glanced at his two best friends, who
sighed but nodded, and the three set off after Hagrid.
The rest of the class soon followed.

They walked for about ten minutes until they reached a place where the
trees stood so close together that it was as dark as
twilight and there was no snow at all on the ground. Hagrid
deposited the half-cow which he had been carrying on his shoulder, onto the
ground, stepped back and turned his face to the students most of whom were
creeping from tree to tree towards him, peering around nervously.

�Gather roun�, gather roun�,�
Hagrid encouraged. �Now, they�ll be attracted by the
smell o� the meat but I�m goin� ter
give �em a call anyways, �cause they�ll like ter know it�s me.�

What kind of crazy creature is Hagrid
getting us this time? Harry looked around
searching for any signs of weird creepy monsters, but his attention was soon drawn towards a blond headed Slytherin.
He looked upset� very upset� as if he knew what creature was going to appear
and would rather die than lay eyes upon it�

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The raven haired Gryffindor shot a look towards Hagrid
as he heard him give a loud, odd shrieking cry that echoed through the dark trees,
like the call of some monstrous bird. Malfoy by now
looked ill, as if he was about to faint, which only worried Harry further.

Hagrid gave the shrieking cry again. A minute passed
in which the class continued to peer nervously over their shoulders and around
the trees for a first glimpse of whatever it was that was coming. Malfoy only wrapped his arms around himself, looked around
to see if anyone was looking his way, and dropped his arms back on each of his
sides.

As Hagrid shook his hair back for a third time
and expanded his enormous chest, Harry nudged Ron and pointed into the black
space between two gnarled yew trees.

A pair of white, blank, shining eyes was growing larger through the
gloom and a moment later, a dragonish face, neck and then skeletal body of a
great, black, winged horse emerged from the darkness. It surveyed the class for
a few seconds, swishing its long black tail then bowed
its head and began to tear flesh from the dead cow with its pointed fangs.

So these were the creatures Hagrid
wanted to show them� Harry suddenly felt relieved; he had now prohat hat the
beasts were real, that he had not imagined them, since Hagrid
knew of them too. He looked eagerly at Ron, but the red-head
was still staring around the forest and after a few seconds he whispered, �Why
doesn�t Hagrid scream again?�

Ron still can�t see them! Harry glanced
around the students, but they were wearing all the same confused and nervously
expectant expressions as his best friends. Only three other students seemed
able to see them: a stringy Slytherin boy right
behind Goyle was staring at the beast with an
expression of pure distaste; Neville, whose eyes were following the movements
of the long black tail and� Malfoy� Harry was sure he�d seen the
boy�s body tense terribly as he stared at the exact spot the creature was, but
had quickly averted his eyes away from the creature and glanced around the
trees, imitating the other students� actions.

Why are you putting on this act, Malfoy?

~~~~

He hated that bloody half-breed grounds keeper. He had hated him since
before he had arrived at Hogwarts, but now he despised him, abhorred him� as if
it wasn�t enough that Draco needed to face those
disgusting creatures every year at the beginning of the school year, but now,
the half-giant had brought them into the dark forest to watch it feed�

Nausea suddenly enveloped Draco completely as
the images of the dreadful memories floated in his mind�

The eight year old
blonde boy waited tensely in the dark dungeon.... It happened regularly, it
meant that his father would be showing him something, to make him grow, to make
him learn... last time it was a little puppy... He hoped it wouldn't
be a puppy this time as he remembered the helpless dark eyes looking up at him
pleadingly�

A door opened behind him. His father had arrived, accompanied by a
house elf, leading a black, winged horse with a skeletal body. It was a Thestral,
his father had made him read about them in one of his study sessions.

Draco shivered.

Lucius snapped his fingers, and a form materialised in front of them; a boy,
roughly the same age as Draco, wearing rags, and was
evidently screaming in terror, but a silencing charm hushed the boy�s desperate
imploring.

"Well?" sneered Lucius
"This Muggle, this piece of Filth, is now about
to die. You must revel in this, my dragon, and must help me." Draco looked
from the terrified boy, to his father, who was sporting an evil grin on his
face. The blond boy was speechless, horrified; he was going to see a boy,
just like him, die. The young Draco whimpered softly;
his father had his wand, and he was aware of what he could do to him with
that�.

"What do I have to do?" Draco�s asked, with a shaky voice.ak'>

"Watch, Draco� Crucio!" the Muggle
boy writhed, and suddenly his voice came back to him, he screamed until his
voice was hoarse, upon the floor, rolling in agony. The blond haired boy
watched, the fear making his body convulse until he could not take the
atrocious sight before him and fell to his knees covering his watery eyes with
his palms.

No stop� I can�t watch this!!

The Muggle boy�s
shouts suddenly stopped and Draco yelped as sharp
pain was felt on his back as something slashed across
his skin; an invisible cutter, the torture his father always used. Invisible,
just to make sure Draco could not stop it from
hurting him.

�I want you to watch, Draco��

The blond boy shook his head fearfully, staying
on his knees, hands still covering his eyes.
Panic rushed through out his body as he heard steps coming towards him.
The strides stopped before him. He felt
a hand touching his head and fingers tangling painfully in his silky hair. The hand pulled violently at the tresses,
raising the boy�s body to his feet.

"Surely you do not pity this creature?
It is but a rodent, and not worth your trouble." Lucius whispered in his son�s ear,
still holding the frail boy painfully by his blond locks.

Draco tried to push himself away from his father, but
the man only yanked his hair forcefulpullpulling him back towards him. The blond boy whimpered, unable to stop the tears from falling on his
pale cheeks.

�Open your eyes, Draco��
Lucius
hissed threateningly, moving his mouth closer to his son�s ear.

And so, this time, as he sobbed softly, Draco
obeyed�

�Crucio!�

The Muggle boy yelled
out in pain, his eyes were pleading him, as Draco
stared, horrified. He had given up writhing, his body was surely too numb by
now and his muscles no longer able to function. Draco
only wished everything would stop� Why did he need to stare at a boy of the
same age as him, being tortured this way? No one deserved this� it should have
been him� it was his fault that the boy was going to die�

�Stop!� Draco suddenly shrieked between
sobs, at his father, struggling as he tried getting free from the painful grip
of his hair, only to be slashed across the arm by the invisible dagger, leaving
a bloody gash on the skin.

"Malfoy's never cry, never for others, never for themselves.
To show a tear is to show a weakness, and we DO NOT HAVE ANY!� Lucius threw his son to the stone floor cruelly. He looked
at the boy with loathing, slowly untying the Thestral
who was already frantically trying to free himself.

"Eat, if you will." Lucius sat in his chair and watched as the Thestral slowly devoured the Muggle
boy.

�Watch his death, Draco�
enjoy the tearing sounds of his flesh, the blood pouring out of his body... you
did not know this boy; he is a Muggle, why should you
care?�

Draco stared in revulsion as tears kept pouring down his cheeks. He had never
seen such cruelty. His father was a disgusting monster.

As if hearing his son�s thoughts, Lucius soundly
walked closer to him and began thrashing DlE>Draco
ruthlessly, all the while muttering insults to the blond tortured son, until he
passed out on the cold stone floor of the dungeon, the frail body bloody and
tattered, but all those wounds would soon disappear, they always did� Lucius made sure not to leave any scar on Draco�s body� His Dragon had to be perfect� flawless�

"Muggle Filth. Muggle Filth. You are weak, Draco!
You belong with that rat being devoured over there�"

The words echoed in his mind as he walked in
slow strides out of the Forbidden Forest. So long ago it had happened, yet�

For the first time in his life, Draco had been happy to see Dolores Umbridge.
She had arrived in the middle of the class, and so, he had been able to get
back at that half-giant, indirectly, yes, but still he had been able to get
back at him whatsoever for making him look at those beasts yet
again. He had acted as if he could not see the Thestrals, no way was he
going to let anyone know he had seen death. Only one person knew�

He flinched at the thought of who it was.

Saint fucking
Potter�

At that exact moment, a hand grabbed Draco�s arm and pulled him behind a large tree.

�What the-�

�Malfoy��

Round glasses framed the sparkling emerald eyes which stared at him. Why was it that he always ended up
bumping into this guy lately?

�What do you want?� Draco
asked, trying to sound disgusted at Harry�s presence.

Harry just stared back at him for a small while,
when suddenly the messy raven haired boy folded his
arms.

�We need to talk�� Draco
raised an eyebrow at this.

�No, what I need to do is go to my bloody
classes, and what you need to do is leave me the bloody hell alone.�
Draco sneered.

�Oh, come off it, Malfoy��

It was Draco�s turn to
fold his arms over his chest as he glared at the Potter boy.

�Well, since you�re so determined to
bother me, might as well listen� Just make it quick, Potter, I don�t have all
day!�

Harry had a thoughtful look for a few minutes,
when finally he nodded.

�You said you didn�t hate me��
he suddenly blurted out, which only made Draco�s mood
worse.

�So what if I did say that� You think
that was going to make us friends or something?� the silver haired boy
snapped.

�I don�t hate you either�� Harry saw the blond
boy�s cold eyes widen for an instant� or maybe it had just been his
imagination�

�We�re enemies, Potter, that�s all we can ever
be�� said Draco, a little
too softly than he had wanted to.

�Wh-�

�Because!� the Slytherin
snapped before Harry could even finish. �You think life is always fine and
cheesy, Potter? You think everything can be the way you want it to be? Well wake up !! We�re
enemies to everyone and if that image ever changes to people�s eyes�� Draco stared intently into the green eyes as if trying to
tell him everything he knew, everything he felt�

The blond haired boy whirled around to leave without
explaining what his words meant and so, leaving Harry even more confused than
he had already been.

Why are you putting on this
act, Malfoy?
Harry Potter wondered, as he stared at one Draco Malfoy striding out of the dark forest angrily.

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TBC�

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