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Chapter 11 It's Something Unforgivable


Harry still couldn't believe what he was seeing. As soon as Draco had seen Silas he had turned into a completely different person. No longer was he the cocky brat that he normally was, but on the contrary he almost seemed scared. Of course Harry could only admit that he had felt fear around the red-eyed boy, but Draco seemed petrified.

"Umm Silas what the hell are you doing here?" Draco shot Harry a shocked look at the audacity of such a question, and at seeing this Silas smirked.

"Do time Harry, do time...now though we have to get you off this train. I can only imagine how many people by now have heard young Malfoy here shouting." He gave Draco a dirty look, which made the blond quiver slightly, but he kept his mouth shut. Silas's eyes traveled to the other three that were in the room. They had looks of horror on their faces, and Harry wished that they hadn't been there when this happened. He could only imagine what Silas was going to do to them. He instead walked over to Harry, lifting up his chin, so that he was staring him straight in the eyes. Harry gasped as a wave of cold went through him.

"Tell me Harry what do you think we should do with these three who were unfortunate enough to be caught in Draco's stupidity?" Harry was taking in ragged breaths. His lungs felt like they were frozen, and he didn't know that he could have answered Silas even if he had wanted to. "I wonder...it could be good practice for you, I'm sure with your skills you could take these three quite easily."

Harry felt the bile begin to rise in his throat. There was no way he was going to do that. There was no way that Silas could make him do that! Harry looked around the room, and saw the fear and confusion in Draco's eyes. He hated to see the blond like that.

"Fuck you Silas...I'll never do it, and you can't make me." Harry was shocked to here Draco gasp, and looked over to see a look of horror on his face. Obviously the blond didn't like his choice of words. Silas however gave him an evil grin.

"Oh that's not very nice Harry, and here all I was trying to do was help you."

"Help me...Help Me!...I'd like to know how any of this is going to help me." Silas sighed before grabbing something from his robes.

"Very well have it your way...but don't say I didn't warn you. Now we're short on time, so you two take this portkey, and after I've taken care of certain manners I'll join you there." Harry saw that at this point Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle were literally shaking. Draco moved to take the object from Silas's hand, but Harry put out his hand, effectively blocking him.

"Promise me you won't hurt them." Draco's hand stopped dead, and Harry noticed he was unusually pale. Silas narrowed his eyes...it seemed he was starting to get annoyed.

"Harry you're not exactly in a position to be giving out orders...but if it will make you leave, than I won't hurt them." A huge lump in his chest started to disintegrate at those words, but there was always a but. "But I can't say that they'll be the same next time you see them." Harry narrowed his eyes.

"What do you mean they won't be the same? What the fuck are you going to do to them?" He was advancing on Silas, when an arm roughly grabbed him, making him stare into fierce gray eyes.

"What do you think you are doing Potter? He told us to leave, and I suggest we do it." Harry saw the look in the blond's eyes, and knew he would do well to do what he said. With a sigh he walked over to Silas, taking what appeared to be a skeleton key from his hand, and felt the blond latch on to it too. He gave the three sympathetic looks, and glared at Silas, before feeling the familiar tug on his navel, and he was gone.

Harry fell on what seemed to be a cold marble floor. He felt his glasses snap in two, and winced as some glass cut his face. He heard the blond land next to him, and was glad when he saw the blond blur was alright. Said blur made his way over to where Harry was hunched over.

"What the hell were you thinking? I mean I know that you're stupid, but I had no idea that you were mad!" Harry turned and glared to the place where he thought Draco's face was. He heard footsteps, and swung around so he could see another blur of blond.

"Ah Draco. I thought you would be arriving by train, but seeing as who your guest is this doesn't really surprise me." Harry grabbed his glasses, repairing them, and then quickly putting them back on his face. Draco had by this time stood up, and was staring his father down, absolutely livid.

"Did you know?" Lucius looked confused, but then smirked at Harry's revealed sleeve. Looking back at his son he gave him the same smirk that always seemed to be on Draco's face.

"Yes I knew...I was actually fortunate enough to be there when it happened." Harry saw Draco narrow his eyes to slits.

"Oh and I suppose then you know who he's on good speaking terms with?" Lucius raised his eyebrows, and Harry felt the need to intervene. He stepped forward, placing a hand on the blond's shoulder.

"Draco maybe we shouldn't do this right now." Draco turned around, and glared at him, obviously not at all happy.

"Shut the fuck up Potter. You gave up your right to speak to me a long time ago" Harry's eyes widened, and then narrowed. He began to wonder now why in the world he had wanted asshole Draco back.

"Don't tell me to shut up asshole...If you only knew what I had to do for you you'd be begging for me to talk to you." Draco's eyes slightly widened at this, but narrowed again, obviously not wanting to give in.

"What the hell are you talking about Potter?...What could you have possibly have done for me?" Harry was so angry he was actually considering telling him, but a freezing hand on his shoulder stopped him. Harry spun around to look into Silas's eyes, and had a feeling he was none too happy.

"Harry you're coming with me...Lucius will take care of Draco...get him settled and such. We have more pressing matters." Harry narrowed his eyes at the boy. He really did he hate him with every fiber of his being.

"And what are these matters that are so pressing, and what if I don't want to go?" Harry heard Lucius scoff, but was more worried about the eyes that were fixated on him. He really shouldn't have said that last part, Silas looked pissed. Harry gulped as he walked next to him, but what he did surprised him. A hand reached out, slapping him across the face. Of all the things he thought that he might do, hurting him had never been one of them. He bit back the pain, and looked back into furious eyes.

"Do not think for one second that you can get away talking to me like that...I let you get away with it on the train, but that was only because I needed to get your stubborn ass out of there. Now though we have to go see the dark lord, or did you think your arm was burning for no reason?" Harry felt his body begin to shake. He had never seen Silas this angry before, and it was something he hoped to never see again. Harry nodded, which seemed to be enough for the red-eyed boy, who in turn held out both his hands. "Good. Now take my hands, and I'll transport you there." Harry eyed the outstretched hands. He wasn't sure that he wanted to take them, but for sake of not provoking Silas's wrath, he interlaced his fingers with the ones offered to him.

The second he took the hands though he wished he wouldn't have. His entire body began to burn. He tried to pull back, but Silas had a good hold. Harry looked up to see a malicious gleam in the boy's eyes. His body by this time was in such immense pain he thought he would pass out from it. It felt like somebody had taken out all of his blood and replaced it with lava. "Silas let go...Silas it hurts...For fuck's sake let go!" He saw the boy smirked, and now felt tears coming to his eyes.

"Oh must have slipped my mind...This will hurt...a lot, and dry your tears Harry. You wouldn't want the dark lord to think his servant was weak." And then they were gone. Harry felt like his entire body was compressed through a rubber rube, and in a few seconds he landed back in the mansion. As soon as he got footing he pulled his hands from Silas's grip, giving the boy a dirty look while doing so.

"Ah Potter I was beginning to think you weren't coming." Harry, still a little shaky, turned to see that Voldemort was standing right behind him. With one last glare at Silas he got down on one knee in front of his feet

"Of course not my lord...It just took longer than I expected." Before looking up he quickly wipes teary eyes on his cloak. "If it's not too bold why did you call me here my lord?" He heard a laugh, and looked to see that Voldemort was actually smirking at him.

"It never gets old that I now have the one person who could possibly stop me groveling at my feet...free to do whatever I wish to." To emphasize his point he grabbed a handful of Harry's hair, tugging him up to look into his face. "Tell me Potter do you know why I called you here?" Harry quickly shook his head back and forth, and it seemed to make Voldemort grin. "Silas bring him in." Harry watched Silas bow, before heading through two ancient looking doors. Harry, utterly confused, looked back at the dark lord.

"Excuse me my lord...bring who in?" This actually got Voldemort to smile, and in doing so made Harry's stomach lurch. Who ever he was 'bringing in' Harry had a terrible feeling it wouldn't end well.
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Draco stared at the spot where Harry and Silas had just vanished. Never in a million years did he think any of this could have happened. The fact that Harry even had the dark mark was literally inconceivable. Though after he got his little 'job' from Silas he should have started to wonder. Voldemort never gave petty jobs like that to him...even if it was to get after Potter. That's another thing, why did Harry seem so familiar with Silas, and if he was so familiar with him, why was he stupid enough to talk to him in such a manner?

"Well that was certainly interesting...I never knew the brat could be so arrogant. Though I'm sure the little soft hearted prat will get what's coming to him when he sees the dark lord." Draco spun around so he was facing his father, who just so happened to be smiling...the whole sight made him sick.

"Oh really, and what exactly does he have coming to him?" Lucius' smile seemed to widen, and Draco held back the urge to smack it off.

"Let's just say that our lord has a little surprise waiting for young Harry." Draco scowled. Whatever these sick bastards were planning they better not hurt Harry. That job would be reserved for him when he got back, and to take full advantage of it he needed him in pristine condition.

"Your lord father...not mine." The older man's face seemed to darken, before a smirk came on his face.

"Oh yes, you and your ridiculous ideals. They're both on the same side. I don't see why you only choose to listen to one of them...if you weren't my son, and one of his favorites, you'd probably be dead now." The blond ran his hand through his hair. There were so many unanswered questions buzzing through his mind, and he knew he would get most of these from his father. All he would have to do was start acting civil. He quickly asked the first question that came to his mind.

"How long has he been one of them?" Lucius frowned.

"I assume you're talking about Harry, and he has been for a little under a month." Draco clenched his fists. It was bad enough when he was sleeping with Dumbledore's favorite student, but to learn he had been sleeping with a death eater spy was enough to make him sick.

"Did he do it willingly?" Draco felt his eyes begin to run, and cursed the day he had ever acquired feelings for Harry Potter.

"Oh yes he was quite willing...some jumble like he wasn't on the winning side. Rubbish if you ask me, but then I guess we'll find out where his loyalties lie after Christmas won't we." Draco looked up at his father.

"Father what's going to happen on Christmas?"
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"You didn't expect me to trust you just like that, did you Potter?" Harry's stomach lurched again, and he felt like he was going to be sick. He couldn't do another test. He couldn't hurt people. Voldemort, obviously sensing Harry's distress, added. "Oh don't worry Potter. I'm sure you'll enjoy doing this as much as I will enjoy watching it."

At that moment the door opened, and Silas entered, dragging a screaming Peter Pettigrew with him. Harry's eyes widened to saucers, and then narrowed at the sight of the man. The man that was responsible for his parents' death, the man that caused Voldemort's coming again, but above the man that was going to pay tonight.

"Ah Wormtail you've met Mr. Potter haven't you?" Harry could see the pathetic excuse for a human being shaking. Harry guessed by the glare Wormtail was receiving from Silas he had taken the liberty to give him a preview of what was to come.

"My lord you wouldn't would you? Haven't I been a good servant? Haven't I been faithful?" Silas smirked at the man's obvious fear.

"So I see you filled him in on some things Silas...shame on you. I was hoping to have that pleasure." Harry watched Silas bow again.

"My apologies, but I just couldn't resist...It's something I've been wishing for awhile now." Harry watched Voldemort smile at Silas, and wondered what the connection between the two could be. Then his gaze fell once again onto Pettigrew who was now huddled on the floor crying, and a look of deep hatred filled them.

"Potter I'm assuming you have your wand." Harry nodded towards Voldemort, before setting his gaze once more on his father's former friend. "Then to start out I want you to use one of the unforgivables...I'm assuming you know which one I speak of, but just remember not to kill him, and I still want him sane."

Harry actually smiled. If he was being forced to prove himself he figured this wasn't a bad way. He thought about all the pain he went through because of this man. How much better would his life had been if he had never existed? He remembered hearing his mother's voice before she died, he remembered seeing Cedric drop dead, and then he raised his wand. "Crucio"
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Draco glared at his suddenly silent father. "What father? Tell me what's going to happen...I have a right to know." Lucius seemed to be considering divulging the information.

"No, I think it would be better if you found out first hand...I think then you'll have a better idea of what the person you call lover really is." Draco's mouth fell open. How did his father find out? Sure he was now outted to the whole school thanks to Silas, but how the fuck had news reached the mansion so quickly? It couldn't of happened more than an hour ago.

"How did you?" Lucius frowned, before putting on a disgusted look.

"How did I find out? I'll tell you how. Voldemort ripped open his shirt for everyone to see your initials knifed into his chest." Draco felt nauseous. Never had he imagined something like that could happen, and yet suddenly things seemed to click in his head. Harry's sudden disappearances, his attitude changes, but it didn't explain how Voldemort knew about the markings in the first place. There was no ritual he knew of that required him to rip open his shirt, and if what his father said was right he was already a death eater by the time Draco even did that.

"How did he know to look father?" Lucius actually began to laugh, which caused Draco only to feel sicker.

"Oh you'll get a kick out of this one...Silas told him." The bottom dropped out of Draco's stomach. Silas knew about them...how? And for what reason did it seem fit to divulge the information to all the death eaters, and Voldemort himself? "Speaking of Silas...he visited me before he went to get you at the train. Apparently you let young Harry in on too much information...Not to mention screaming it so that the whole train could hear." Draco looked up, this could not turn out good if Silas had told his father. "He seemed to think it would be best if I carried out your punishment, and I'll have to say after seeing who you chose to bed that I don't really mind." Draco frowned. His father had never minded punishing him...all this did was give him a reason. He felt a lone tear fall down his cheek as he saw his father raising his wand. "Crucio"
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Harry felt a power surging through him from the second the curse left his lips. He watched as his parent's betrayer fell to the ground screaming in pain...screaming in agony. Then something came over him...something like pity, and he couldn't help but wonder what his parents would think of him when they saw what he had become. The curse began to lift, and he watched Wormtail stop struggling, and was now just twitching on the ground. He lowered his wand, and turned to face the two glaring faces. "I can't do it...it's not in me to hurt others."

"Well then Potter you're going to have a damn difficult time killing one aren't you?" Harry looked at Voldemort who seemed to be furious at his failure. Then the thought struck him. What he said was true. How could he bring himself to take a life, when he couldn't bare to even torture someone for a few seconds?

"Please my lord...I think he just needs the proper motivation. I can help in that department." Harry felt the bile begin to rise in his throat at Silas's words, and he felt even sicker when he saw that Voldemort was actually smiling at this. He stretched his hand out, giving his full permission for the red-eyed boy to do whatever he wished.

Harry watched as Silas made his way towards him, and wished he were anywhere but here. He could still feel his blood ache from the last time Silas had laid his hands on him. "Don't worry Harry this won't hurt, at least in the physical sense...All I'm going to do is search your memories, and find things that will best motivate your hate." Silas took another step forward, and Harry unintentionally took a step back. But then Silas was upon him, he laid his hands on both of his temples. Harry wanted to step back, but he seemed to be in some kind of as haze.

Everything began to fade until all that was left was him. He looked around, and then took a step forward, figuring out he could move. He continued to walk forward until he saw a small cottage. Forgetting all about what he was originally doing, he made his way to the little house. Without bothering to move he made his way into the house, and the sight that met him almost made him scream.

There were his parents dancing inside of the cottage. They seemed so in love, and yet he could see the dark circles underneath their eyes, giving an inclination that they must be stressed out. He wanted to cry out to them...to let them know that he was there, but even if he screamed no noise would come out. He felt tears come to his eyes at seeing his parents again. Even for just this moment he felt a wave of happiness that seemed to drown out all the sorrow in his life, but that happiness was soon gone.

A sound was heard outside, and Lily and James stopped dancing at once. "Lily he's here. Take Harry to the back...I'll try to hold him off." Harry suddenly became very nauseous, there was no way that they would make him witness it. He wanted to scream at them to get out...to tell his father that if he tried to face him he would die, but it was too late. Voldemort had come in, his billowing black cape trailing after him, and even though James lifted his wand to defend himself, he wasn't quick enough. In a blinding wave of green light Harry's father was gone.

Harry screamed 'No!' and yet he was still soundless. Tears were falling freely down his face, and then he saw the man that had just murdered his father head to the back bedroom where his mother, and his younger self had gone. He ran in front of him trying to stop him, but Voldemort simply walked right through him. The door shot open, and Harry saw his mother's terrified crying face.

"Not my Harry...not my Harry." Voldemort continued to walk forward.

"Out of the way women." She continued to cry, and shielded her baby boy from harm. Harry struggled to pull his parents murderer back, but all he grabbed was air. When his wand raised into the air, Harry fell to his knees silently screaming. He covered his eyes. He didn't want to see anymore, then green light filled the room, accompanied by a piercing scream, and his mother was gone.

Harry stayed on his knees crying, so that he didn't notice the ruined cottage begin to fade, but when he opened his eyes he did realize he was someplace new. He stood up, wiping his eyes to see that he was back in the department of mysteries. No. They couldn't have brought him here. They wouldn't have brought him hear. His worse fear was realized when he saw Sirius battling Bellatrix. A shot of red light shot past and Sirius easily dodged it. No, he couldn't...he couldn't watch this again! He heard his godfather's deep-throated laugh.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" Harry felt himself balling at the sound of his godfather's voice...he missed it so much. He tried to scream when the second jet of light hit Sirius squarely in the chest. He watched the laughter die from his face to be replaced by shock.

He watched as his other self ran forward towards Sirius who seemed to take ages to fall. The worst part was seeing the fear on his godfather's once handsome face, and Harry tried to scream again when he saw his godfather again fall through the veil...never to be seen again.

That was the last thing he saw before the fog began to fade, and he was once again back with Silas and Voldemort, staring Silas straight in the fact. "Why? WHY WOULD YOU SHOW ME THOSE THINGS!" Harry almost turned his wand on Voldemort when he heard his deep-throated laugh. How dare he laugh at him! How dare he laugh at his pain...his suffering. Tears were still falling freely down his face, and all he wanted to do now was curl up into a little ball somewhere and die, but Silas' next statement put his thoughts into a new perspective.

"Oh come on Harry don't tell me you don't have some kind of idea why I showed you those things?" Harry, still crying, shook his head from side to side. Making Voldemort laugh again, but Silas's eyes held no amusement. He put a finger underneath his chin, forcing Harry to look into his eyes. "Those things Harry...Those terrible things, need never have happened Harry, and the person to blame for all of these things...the person who is responsible for three of your loved ones deaths is right in front of you. Now tell me after having to relive those you don't want to make him pay."

Harry's eyes dried so there were no more tears, and it was like something burst inside of him. It was true...all of it. If it hadn't been for Pettigrew his parents wouldn't be dead. If it hadn't been for the disgusting man bringing back Voldemort Sirius would never have been killed. He in some way had caused all of the misery Harry had gone through throughout his life. If it wasn't for him he would have never had to live with the Dursleys.

After having to relive the memories a new spark of hate ignited inside of him, and he wanted nothing more than to see the man huddled in front of him dead. He walked forward, and kicked Wormtail as hard as he could in the stomach, so that he was lying on his back. He ignored the scream of pain he received, but instead sat on his chest, pointing a wand at his throat.

"You killed them...you killed them all...it's all your fault...none of this would have happened if it wasn't for you! I should have let Sirius and Lupin kill you then when they had the chance." He pushed his wand further into the murder's neck, and reveled in his screams of fear. If Harry had looked at himself then he probably wouldn't have even recognized himself. His eyes held a different gleam, and his mouth was twisted into a sinister smile. "You'll die for what you did Wormtail...but first I want to hear you scream."
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Draco screamed as soon as the curse hit him. Never in his life had he experienced such pain. His whole body felt like it was breaking. Any more of this and he thought he would be begging for death. Yet the curse didn't lift. He continued to scream, and then he really did wish he were dead. Death couldn't be as bad as the pain he was experiencing now, and after what seemed like an eternity the pain was lifted, leaving him a huddled crying mess on the floor.

"How do you feel son?" Draco forced himself to his knees, glaring venomously at his so-called father.

"Like I want to rip your throat out." To his surprise his father actually laughed. Probably thinking it was a joke...not knowing the blond was dead serious.

"I'm impressed Draco. You lasted five minutes...better wizards than you have lost their minds in less time than that." Draco struggled to get himself to his feet, and stood up so that he was facing his father.

"On the contrary father, I actually enjoyed it...can't wait for a repeat performance." His father seemed to glare at his son's arrogance.

"Now now son don't get too cocky...I might just take you up on your offer." Draco sneered at his father, and wanted a way to get him back.

"So father tell me how are you taking it now that everyone knows that your son favors his own gender?...Must be awfully embarrassing for you." It was Lucius' turn to sneer.

"Yes, but thankfully the people that know...will know to keep their mouth's shut." Draco laughed at this, so his father didn't know.

"Oh so you haven't heard then?...How terrible for you." Lucius frowned while Draco continued to laugh. The man walked over to him, grabbing his chin.

"And what pray tell haven't I heard?" Draco jerked his face from the other's hand, and smirked at him.

"Silas gave me a job...unpleasant as it was for me I was to befriend the disgusting Gryffindor's, and out myself to the entire school...so that means by now the whole wizarding world probably knows of mine and Potter's relationship." Draco bit back a yell of surprise when his father's hand connected with his face.

"You stupid stupid boy! How could you let that happen?...How could you do that to our family?" Draco turned his head back towards his father.

"You'll have to forgive me when I tell you that our family wasn't top on my list of priorities...and don't think that I like this any more than you do, but I was just following orders." Lucius scoffed.

"Don't think I'm stupid Draco...Why would the prince give you such a ridiculous task...It makes no sense." Draco smirked again.

"You know father I actually agree with you on that, but then again Silas does a lot of things that don't make sense, and yet it turns out good in the end...I put my full loyalty towards him, and I trust him with my life."
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"Scream for me Peter...scream for me." Harry raised his wand, and reveled in the terrified look on the man's face. "Crucio" Harry had to jump up as the man began to scream. He was thrashing all around the floor frantically. His piercing screams only seemed to get louder, and yet Harry was loving every moment of his pain. With every scream of it, Harry's pain seemed to fade. It was like with his pain it was relieving Harry of his own.

A new power seemed to flow through Harry's veins, a darker power. And Harry knew he would never be the same again. He knew why the unforgivables were forbidden. Not only were they terrible, but they were also addictive. They completely change the wizard who uses them, and once you start it becomes impossible to stop. Even knowing all this, Harry didn't stop the curse from flowing through him and out of his wand. He continued to listen to Pettigrew's screams until he was pulled away, and he felt the curse lift.

He was pulled back to reality by Silas, and turned to see that Voldemort was grinning widely at him. He realized he should care about what he had just done, but some part inside of him deeply desired to do it again.

"Bravo Potter. That was excellent. Those memories must have been quite awful to change you in such a manner. There is hope for you yet...in fact I can see you becoming a great dark wizard...maybe even as great as me." Harry felt himself smile. He didn't feel himself, and the feeling he had when he had used the curse was still coursing through him.

"You flatter me my lord...To think that I could become as great as you is unthinkable." He saw Silas smirk at this, and Voldemort began to laugh again.

"Indeed...now before you go Potter I'll have to tell you that the traitor will be at Malfoy Manor tomorrow, and I do expect him to be taken care of then. I wouldn't want to hear a bad report about my new favorite servant." Strangely the thought of what he had to do didn't seem to disgust Harry as it had been. He simply nodded.

"As you wish my lord. I won't disappoint you...that you can be sure of." He turned then to Silas, whom already had his hands outstretched. Remembering the last time, he took them with reluctance, but when he did his eyes widened. He didn't feel any pain. Just the numbing cold that always came from touching the boy's skin. He looked up at Silas, who was smiling.

"Oh don't look at me that way Harry...I couldn't very well let you get away with what you did now could I? I suspect this trip will be more pleasant for you." And with that they were gone, and soon they were back in Malfoy Manor. As soon as Harry's feet hit the ground he turned to Silas.

"It felt good doing that you know...You shouldn't have pulled me off so quickly. I would have liked to watch him screaming some more." Silas smiled, and then ran his fingers through Harry's hair, making the boy gasp.

"Yes, I suppose you did, but I couldn't let you drive him insane just yet. That after all would take all the fun out of torturing him." Harry couldn't help but smirk, and in turn Silas smiled. "I have to leave you now, but I believe Draco is in his bedroom upstairs, and if I'm correct the two of you have some talking to do." Harry smiled, and with one last look Silas was gone. With his departure, Harry suddenly began to feel very sleepy.

He trudged up the stairs, which were just as magnificent as the rest of the mansion. It seemed to dawn on Harry then how ridiculously rich the Malfoy's really were. The house was gigantic, and as Harry searched for the blond's room he made sure to 'awww' at all of the magnificent rooms in the house. Finally when he was on the complete other side of the mansion he opened the right door.

The room was enormous, and Harry noticed also very green. The walls were covered in moving pictures of different Quidditch teams, and the drapes were silver. He walked in towards the bed where he saw the blond staring at him, and then collapsed on the satin green bedspread.

"And who gave you permission to be in here?" Harry rolled over so that his chin was resting on Draco's knee.

"You did when you invited me here...Now I'm really tired, can we just take a nap?" He rolled over again settling himself on the blond's lap, but grunted as he was thrown off.

"You're not serious are you? Do you think after all that has happened that I even want to sleep anywhere near you?" Harry frowned at the blond, who now stood scowling at him.

"I know you probably have a lot of questions, and I don't have a lot of answers...Can you just let it go for now?" Draco looked thunderstruck.

"LET IT GO! You can't be serious! Let it go after what I just found out...after I found out that you've been lying to me for how many months? Well fuck you Potter, real life doesn't work that way." Harry stared at the blond.

"Draco you have no idea what just happened, and what's going to happen tomorrow...I just want one night of peace...I just want one night with you." Draco sneered at Harry before jumping off the bed.

"Aww don't think that I'll just be there to comfort you whenever you want...I'm not even sure that I want to be with you at all anymore. If there's one thing I hate it's a traitor." Harry got off the bed too, and stumbled his way over to the blond. He got down on his knees, grabbed Draco's hands.

"You don't understand Draco, and I can't make you understand until I know it's safe to tell you. I don't want anything to happen to you...I was reminded today about all the people I've lost, and I don't want to add your name to the list." Draco looked around for a while, obviously trying to figure something out, and then dropped to his knees in front of Harry.

"Listen to me Potter...nothing is going to happen to me, so whatever you have to tell me, tell me now." Harry buried his face in the blond's shoulder, and was relieved when it wasn't pushed away.

"I can't right now Draco...but I promise that I will...I love you more than anything, and believe me when I say I'd die without you." Tears were falling from his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. He felt a wave of relief flow through him when a hand wrapped around his head, and lifted it up to look at him.

"Harry you don't have to worry about us being apart. Nothing could make me leave you." Harry smiled when the blond wiped the tears from his face then placed his finger in his mouth. "Even your tears taste good...now Harry, kiss me." Harry was only too happy to oblige, and reveled in having Draco's mouth on his again. He almost whined when the blond finally pulled away. "You were gone for quite awhile Harry. It's already past midnight, so Happy Christmas love."

Harry smiled, before latching on to Draco's neck. Sending them both sprawling backwards. "Happy Christmas Draco."
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