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Something's Wrong, It Isn't Right	By : shini0angel Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1594 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The blond Slytherin was just taking his usual seat at
the Slytherin table in the Great Hall between Pansy and either Crabbe or Goyle. He still had heard nothing from his parents
but he wasn�t overly concerned about it, although usually their letters came at
regular intervals. He watched with a
bored expression as the familiar Malfoy eagle owl swooped down towards him,
secretly pleased he was finally receiving a letter. It held a piece of parchment in its talons,
which Draco took from it. He held up a treat
for the bird, which it took greedily and without the painful nipping, almost as
if it were starved for anything it could get.
Draco frowned and signaled for the bird to perch upon his shoulder. All Malfoy animals were trained well but this
bird wasn�t acting properly as it should have been. Something was wrong.

He walked briskly and immediately out of the Hall,
leaving his breakfast untouched and several heads turned in his direction to
watch his abrupt departure but none of that mattered to him at the moment. There were more important things to attend
to, things that required his immediate attention. He still wasn�t sure what was wrong with the
situation all he knew was something wasn�t right.

Draco rushed down to the dungeons using as many of
the shortcuts as he could remember. He
was a Prefect this yend and as such he had his own room which meant privacy
from the rest of his House, a much needed accommodation. He quickly shut himself in his room and put
up silencing charms and locking spells behind him so no one would disturb him
even though they should all know better by now.
Apollo, the eagle owl, still perched on his shoulder hooted softly and
flew onto the bookcase in his room.

He looked curiously at the bird not liking its
behavior. Apollo was always arrogant and
demanding for a bird, even by standards of most Malfoy birds, but now he seemed
subdued and almost afraid. The bird�s
nature had been quelled and that was no easy thing to do to Apollo. He wondered if his father had something to do
with it. �I�ve just gotten word this morning,� Snape said
finally looking him in the eye. �That
Voldemort has killed your father. I�m
sorry.�

So that was it then.
It was true and his father had known and had still gone to his death
rather than trying to escape when he had the chance. Why hadn�t he fled to Germany,
or some other country to get away from it all?
Why had he gone to his death willingly without a struggle? Malfoy�s never went down without a fight but
Lucius had. Malfoy�s were supposed to
fight to the death unless by their deaths something that they treasure or felt
was worth more than their own life was protected. For his father he knew that that something
had been him and so it was partially his fault that his father was now dead
because if he hadn�t been alive it wouldn�t have happened.

Draco went through the whole day as though in a
haze. He didn�t care when Ron Weasely caused
his quill to go up in flames, he hardly reacted at all. The truth was he didn�t care and doubted
anyone elaredared about what happened to him either.

Harry noticed the difference though and he didn�t
like it. Something was wrong and
whatever it was he just hoped that Draco would snap out of it and go back to
being normal. Even though Draco was his
nemesis he didn�t like seeing him as some living zom The weeks began to drift by and Draco slowly came out
of his self-imposed catharsis. But he
wasn�t the same and he never would be able to go back to the Draco Malfoy that
everyone thought of him as. He noticed
things that he hadn�t before, things that made life real. Life was nothing but pain and the pain made
him feel alive. He knew that he was
alive when he was in pain and so he longed for pain, physical pain just to be
sure that he hadn�t died and was living a dream or rather a nightmare. Dreams were meant for losers, for people
act
actually could dream but he couldn�t.
Every dream he had was a nightmare, there was no difference for
him.

At first the pain came from little things like paper
cuts, light cuts on his skin. He would
watch as the thin red lines appeared and those red lines turned into small
rivers. But those didn�t satisfy him for
long and so he progressed onto more harsher forms. He found an old knife among his possessions
and he used it to cause light cuts in his skin.
They started out so that he could see just a thin streak of red but soon
these progressed into tiny rivers and it felt great. And he was able to go back to normal, or what
he thought as normal but really it wasn�t.

He pushed Crabbe and Goyle away from him, he couldn�t
stand to be around them as much as he used to.
He no longer wa his his goons to beat on the people he disliked. He could do that for himself because now he
liked the pain, he thrived on it.
Getting into fist fights was a thing he always tried to avoid, but not
anymore. Now he sought them out and he
usually won or walked away with a draw.
He wasn�t known to lose, no Malfoy was.

His opponents couldn�t understand it. Getting punched in the face or the gut should
slow down the other person, but not Draco.
He just kept right on coming and he laughed through the pain sometimes,
it was a dead laugh and it caused his opponents to sh wit with fear. The rumors began to be whispered around
school about how Draco was unbeatable, how he laughed while being hit and kept
coming. The rumors grew until it was
almost impossible for Draco to find a fight any longer and he didn�t like
that. The pain was nice and he needed
it.

Harry could see the change in Draco, especially on
the Qudditch field. He was no longer
afraid of getting hurt, falling off his broom or flying directly at Harry for
the snitch. The problem for him was that
Harry wasn�t afraid either. And Draco
didn�t win on the Qudditch Pitch, he never had and it seemed that he wasn�t
about to start now. The changes in him
didn�t matter, and he didn�t care that he lost the Quidditch matches as long as
he was sore and covered in bruises.

�Malfoy,� Harry walked up to him after the match
under the stands. �You and I are going
to talk, right now.�

�Back off Potter,� Draco lashed out at him.

Harry was undeterred however. He didn�t care what Draco tried to do to
him. Nothing would stop him now that he
was committed to speaking to the Slytherin.

�No,� Harry ground out forcefully. �We are going to talk even if you don�t like
it.�

�Why should I talk to you Potter?� Draco
scoffed.

�I know your father was killed by Voldemort,� Harry
said slowly, softly so no one could overhear them or his little speech. �And now he�s destroying you to, you just
can�t see it though because you�re so self absorbed. And here I thought that Slytherins were
sneaky and knew how to look out for themselves.
You should have been sorted into Huffelpuff Malfoy, you�re certainly
passive enough for it.�

�No one is destroying me,� Draco growled low in his
throat.

�Oh really?� Harry nearly wanted to laugh at him but
contained it. �Look at yourself
Malfoy. I know you�ve got cuts inflicted
by your own hand and bruises from all the fights you geto. �He didn�t have to kill your father you know. But he did it anyway because he�s smart
enough to know that he would win over Lucius and over you, all in one
move. Lucius was a threat but you were
one too. Looks like he did the job right
this time, have to give him some credit for that.�

�My father expected it,� Draco said calmly but he
didn�t feel calm at all. �Voldemort
wanted to do it.�

�But Voldemort didn�t have to do it,� Harry repeated
his tone insistent, refusing to back down from what he knew was the truth even
if Draco didn�t want to hear it he was going to say it. �Do you even know why he killed your
father? Can you not see it?�

Draco mutely shook his head.

�You�re brainless Malfoy,� Harry mocked him before
starting to give him the answer, green eyes hard. �Lucius stopped giving a damn about the
glorious cause of his Master by our third year, you could see it in his eyes if
you bothered to look at all. He could
have cared less about Voldemort�s insane ramblings of eventually taking over
the Magical World and destroying the Muggles, because you see Voldemort is too
obsessed with destroying me first and your father knew that and thought it
stupid of him. After all he had the
power but he doesn�t know how to use it wisely.

�Voldemort also knew one other thing that you don�t
realize. That Lucius didn�t want you to
join his Death Eater ranks and that you yourself didn�t want to join with him
either. Voldemort knew that you�d
eventually grow in power and he couldn�t take the risk that you might join
Dumbledore�s side, the side of the Light and be on the very side of his enemy,
me. He knew that in killing Lucius it
would eventually kill you as well. It
looks like his sick logic is playing out to be true. Pity that.�

�And how do you know all this Potter?� Draco asked suspiciously.

�My scar,� Harry responded smugly. �I can listen in on his thoughts and
everything said to him through an ancient spell that Bill Weasely discovered
last summer. Voldemort can�t listen in
on me though, no matter how much he�d like to.
Unfortunately the spell only lets me listen to things concerning his own
Death Eaters but usually I don�t get any names unless he plans to kill them or
unless they�re already dead. Are you
going to let him win Malfoy? Are you
going to give and let him beat you, a Malfoy?�

�No,� Draco�s eyes burned brightly with anger. �He�s not going to win.�

�Then stop doing this to yourself Draco,� Harry spat
out. �Because slowly, even if you don�t
want to admit it yet, you�re killing yourself and that means he will win.�

�You just called me Draco,� Draco looked at Harry
with interest.

�So?� Harry looked closely at him. �It is your name.�

�This doesn�t make us friends Potter,� Draco said
with a harsh glare and a sneer on his aristocratic features.

�I didn�t expect it to,� Harry responded
lightly. �Just letting you know that if
you want a friend you don�t need to pay for one.�

�What about your little fan club?� Draco asked with a
sneer but there was also a bit of uncertainty in his eyes.

�If they don�t like it they can screw themselves,�
Harry replied truthfully. �Same goes for
family and friends. They all have to
learn to like who I really am, even if it takes them some time to get used to
it. I�ve changed since Diggory�s
death. I�ve seen and heard things that
no one can ever understand or relate to and for once I�m glad that I have.�

Draco turned and walked away and Harry let him
go. Things were different though

.

�Potter,� Snape came up behind him as Draco was
fading away in the distance. �In my
office, now.�

�Yes sir,� Harry responded automatically to the tone
of voice and to the person issuing the command.

Once inside Snape shut the door behind them. s'>

�Do you have any idea what you�re doing?� Snape
hissed at him, his eyes narrowed and his tone suspicious, searching for an
answer in Harry�s expression even though he knew that it would be in vain
because he himself had taught the boy how to hide everything.

�Yes,� Harry�s voice was determined.

�Why are you trying to befriend Draco?� Snape asked
suspiciously. �He�s just lost his father
and he doesn�t need anyone trying to delude him into fighting against
Voldemort. Nor does he need any fake
offers of friendship.�

�I wasn�t making any fake offers,� Harry�s voice was
cold at the mere insinuation made by Snape to him.

�Just what do you think you�re playing at?� Snape�s
tone was hard but not cold or angry.

�My life Professor,� Harry stated the fact
blithely. �That�s what I�m playing
at. For once I�m doing what I should be
doing, not what other people expect me to do or want me to do or order me to
do. I know what I�m doing. I�m offering Draco friendship and if he wants
it, a chance to get revenge for his father.
He can have one or the other or both.
The choice though is up to him.�

Snape glared at him accusingly but said nothing. Harry turned and left, not carrying what his
professor did or what impression his words had made on the man. Draco was outside the door, which both of
them had suspected he would be.

�My choice?� He repeated.

�Yours,� Harry affirmed.

�Well Harry,� Draco said. �I choose both.�

�Goodarryarry said.
�See you in class Draco.�

�Wait,� The blond called after him.

Harry turned and faced him.

�There�s something you should know,� Draco said. �Malfoy Manor and all the other Malfoy
properties are at your disposal.�

�You know what I�ve just realized,� Harry looked him
in the eye. �When something�s wrong it
isn�t right.�

�What�s that supposed to mean?� Draco asked.

�When things go wrong it doesn�t mean that what we do
to try to deal with the problem or fix it is right,� Harry tried to
explain. �Like in your case.�

�Harry,� Draco said seeing the deeper meaning in the
green eyes. �Just because it�s right for
someone else doesn�t make it wrong for you either. What do you want to do about it?�

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�Astronomy Tower,�
Harry responded with a small smile.
�Tonight at midnight, there�s
more behind this than you know.�

Harry turned and sauntered away and for once Draco
had something more to look forward to than just the pain. There was something else to love and want,
Voldemort�s downfall. It hurt just as
much, but that didn�t make it wrong, it made it right.
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