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Irreversible	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter-9
Protecting Harry
Draco
"And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death."
Dumbledore says and I wonder why is that. I notice that Harry's eyes are gleaming with curiosity. I am so damn sure that he will most definitely want to explore the third floor corridor. I'll have to look out for him. He is talking to that bushy haired girl Granger. She is a muggleborn.
"Why do you think the corridor is out of bounds?" Pansy whispers and I mutter before sighing and concentrating on my dinner, "I don't know."
"Hey, don't you think that Potter should befriend us instead of the mudblood."
My blood boils when I hear Blaise utter this word. I hate this word. I don't understand how someone's blood can define that person because if it's true, then it means that I am just like father, cruel and heartless, which I'm not. The days when I thought that my father was an innocent man with everyone's well being at his heart, are gone. I know that he is a death eater by his own choice. I don't want to be a death eater. I don't know yet as to what I want to become but it's not being a death eater. What kind of a foolish ambition is this, to become someone's slave. How ridiculous. I would rather die.
"Eat your food Zabini. I don't care who Potter befriends." I snap at him and Zabini grumbles, "Someone woke up at the wrong side of the bed today."
I don't answer him at all. Every now and then, I sneak glances at Harry who is sitting very quietly and is staring at his plate. Then Weasley says something and he glares at Weasley. I sigh tiredly. Why can't he just befriend the red-head.
After the school song, headmaster Dumbledore asks us to go to bed. We follow the Slytherin prefect towards the dungeons. On the way, I notice Harry walking stiffly as everyone stares at him and whispers behind his back. It must be uncomfortable for him.
"Stop staring at me." Harry bellows furiously and glares at his house-mates. I sigh and decide to talk to the boy later on about his temper.
A minute later, students stop staring at him and Granger drags Harry away.
"What's with you and Potter, Draco?" Pansy hisses in my ear, leaving me so startled that I jump and glare at her, "He is a git. Will you stop nagging me Pansy."
I have to lie to her. No-one must know that I am Harry's friend. I really care about him, though I don't understand why. Slytherins are known to be selfish and ruthless. I don't want anyone to hurt Harry through me.
"Get out of the way will you? Some people need to sleep." She snaps at me and I roll my eyes before walking ahead.
"Purity." The prefect mutters and the portrait of the serpent swings forward to reveal a rectangular entrance to Slytherin common room. It has green couches and a fireplace and the decor is really very impersonal and cold, nothing I hadn't already expected.
I am directed towards the boys dorms and I enter a room with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle. It has four four-posters hung with green curtains and I take the last one.
"So what's with Potter, Draco. Noticed you looking at him throughout dinner." Blaise mutters, his back against the head board of his bed and I look at the ceiling before lying, "Father asked me to keep an eye on him for the dark lord."
"Hmmmm." Blaise murmurs and I blink, wondering about professor Quirrell. He looked strange. I mean, there was something about him... I couldn't put a finger on it... but... I noticed him watching Harry angrily when the hat had sorted him in Gryffindor and that turban of his... it was all so weird.
Deciding to keep an eye on the strange man, I close my eyes, succumbing to sleep.
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October followed September and I didn't get any opportunity to meet Harry if you don't count the little conversations that we had in the loo.
I have friends in my house but they have always been acquaintances rather than friends. It's strange how much I want to meet Harry but I can't let anyone know.
Sometimes, I wish that the world would disappear so that I can spend time with him. It's strange that I really want this to happen. It can't be healthy, can it? I am only eleven and I should want to make more friends but I really don't want to. The main reason is that you never know with Slytherins. Not everyone is like me and those who are, won't tell you. The rest of the school hates me because of my father.
So I have to pretend that I want to follow father's footsteps so that I can atleast live in my house peacefully. Weasley leaves no opportunity to mock me. The more I ignore him, the more he teases me about my father, my mother and me. He mocks everything about me, my house, my father's wealth, my hair and even my name. I hate it when he mocks my hair.
He compels me to insult him in a way because if I don't, my house mates will get suspicious and will tell father who will leave no stone unturned to know the truth from me. That is something I can't risk. Harry is new to this world but I not. I know how it works. If father realizes that Harry is my friend, my best friend, he will manipulate me into hurting him or he will manipulate Harry into surrendering.
Probably this means that I don't trust my own father but that's how it is.
"Daddy's little death eater." Weasley mocking voice follows me in the potions classroom and interrupts my musings. Harry is about to snap at the red-head but a sharp look and Harry's mouth slams shut, his green eyes flashing. I noticed a strange thing a few days back. Harry's eyes turn red when he is really very mad.
"Daddy had to buy your way into the Slytherin team, Malfoy. Useless little death eater, aren't you?"
I don't care about quidditich but I had to at least pretend to be desperate to defeat Harry. I had not expected them to take me in. I had not wanted them to select me.
"Why Weasel, jealous that your father can't? Awwww poor little Weasel." I mock back, keeping my head straight. Harry is fuming behind me. I can almost feel waves of fury emanating from him.
"Mal-"
"Will you shut it Ron? Snape is already after my life. I don't want detention again." Harry growls furiously and Weasley sulks, "All right mate."
Sometime in the mid of September, I had asked Harry to befriend Weasley. I had told him to give the stupid red-head a chance. They are friends now but I am happy that no-one can replace me in Harry's life.
At least I have someone who really wants me for me.
I settle down behind Harry and after a few moments, Uncle Severus enters the room, his robes billowing behind him.
"Silence." He drawls and the whispers quieten. He frightens the students but he doesn't frighten me. The only person who frightens me is Harry and Quirrell. There is something sinister about Harry. I think that it is result of the hatred that has accumulated inside his heart due to his relatives.
A few days back, we had met for ten minutes in the locker room after the practice and Harry had told me about his relatives. Harry hates them. He is so angry all the time. There is so much rage inside him that I wonder how I will stop him from destroying himself.
"So, Mr. Potter." Severus murmurs and Harry doesn't raise his eyes. Severus is just another person Harry hates. Like several others, Harry doesn't understand Severus. Sometimes I think that they are two of a kind. My godfather dislikes Harry but I don't think that it is because of Harry himself.
Severus's bitterness has increased over years and I don't want Harry to turn into a bitter old man.
As usual Harry doesn't know the answer to the question Severus asks and 50 points are deducted from Gryffindor. I can almost feel Harry's blood boiling. I pinched his back very gently and notice him sighing and cooling down.
The day drags on like other days. My house is indifferent towards me and others mock me until I am compelled to mock them. It's strange how they don't understand that I am never the one who mocks them first.
I am returning from my walk in the evening when hurried footsteps bring me out of my musings.
Retrospectively, every thing changes henceforth. I am just walking towards the dungeons when I see Harry running towards me.
He comes to a stop when he notices my presence and places his hands on his knees and pants a little.
"Where have you been Harry." I ask suspiciously and he looks at me before licking his lips as if I have caught him making some mischief.
"I - I got trapped into a charms classroom with Ron, Hermione and Neville and then it turned out that it wasn't a classroom. It was the forbidden corridor and there was a huge three headed standing on a trapdoor guarding something." He mutters in an excited voice.
"Headmaster forbade you to go there at all." I exclaim furiously.
"I was just so curious." He mutters and stares at me. It's just like I had thought. He will seek trouble and I will have to get him out of it.
"Can you please stay away from this- whatever this is." I ask calmly and Harry opens his mouth and then closes it again.
"Why?"
"You will get hurt." I snap at him and he glares at me, "I won't. Mind your own business."
My nostrils flare as I glower at him.
"Ok. Get into trouble. Be my guest. See if I care." I snap at him and he huffs before running towards the Gryffindor common room. I stand there and stare at his back until he disappears all-together. Of course I was lying to him. I can't let him get hurt and if I have to make his troubles my own, then so be it.
Shaking my head worriedly, I walk inside my own common room. I really have no idea how to fight a three-headed dog.
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Draco sighs as he saves the file and shuts down the computer. This was just the starting of course. Troll incident on Halloween morning followed this. Nobody except Harry and himself knows the truth of that night. Draco insisted on keeping it a secret. Initially, he had wanted no part in this bloody war but he had fought and had defeated Voldemort for Harry.
He had not wanted any acknowledgement for the same. He didn't want fame. He had just wanted him, right from the moment he had set his eyes on his too thin frame.
A knock brings him out of his musings and Draco blinks before turning around. Harry is standing at the door with Brown.
"Oh, hey." Draco says and attempts to smile at her.
"Hello Draco, I saw you that night in first year...Halloween night. I want to write about it." She gets straight to the point.
He stares at her. Harry walks inside and settles down on the bed quietly.
"I wanted to tell the Wizengamot but they didn't let me enter the courtroom. I tried and tried to reschedule a hearing for you but they didn't let me. I want to tell them what happened that night. I had gone to save Hermione and had not known that Harry and Ron had gone as well but then I saw you and followed you quietly."
"Save it Brown." Draco mutters curtly and gets up to walk out of the room, "Harry will show the file to you."
Explanations. Excuses. Drama. He doesn't want or need them. He has what he needs. A quiet life with Harry. He stops at the door and swivels around before walking towards Harry.
After kissing his startled lips, he walks out of the room.
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