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Chapter 19 Best Deceptions Part 2

~~ Draco ~~


Draco could see the light start to cascade through the sunroof in in the prefect bathroom, and wished that it would never rise. After all this moment was completely perfect. Harry lay in his arms sleeping in total bliss, and if the sun never rose, he would never lose his sleeping beauty to the darker forces he knew wanted to envelope him. He ran his fingers through the soft raven tresses that he had grown so fond of, and with all that was in him hoped that he would have the strength to give them up.

A sigh escaped him when he felt Harry snuggle into his neck, just waking from his perfect slumber. Draco quickly shut his eyes and deepened his breathing, hoping that Harry would just go back to sleep. He didn't want to ruin their perfect moment. Draco was conscience of the eyes burning into his face, and almost growled in annoyance when Harry moved from their perfect place of peace.

"You really don't know how beautiful you are do you?" Draco inwardly smiled, and felt the sudden need to shower the boy above him with kisses at such a sweet comment. He supposed an awake Harry was much more fun than an asleep one anyways. He did his best to push away his annoyance from being forced to give up his solitude that came with sleep.

"No I do, but why don't you tell me anyways." Draco almost laughed when the boy jumped in surprise, but wasn't exactly expecting the punch that came to his arm. From such a reaction he had to will his hormones down, and fight back the urge to pounce on the boy, doing his best to have his naughty way with him. He had after all had some rather nice dreams while asleep, and desperately wanted to reenact them. Real life was always better than dreams anyways.

"You brat! You could have told me you were awake." Draco smirked, and found he couldn't keep himself from touching Harry any longer. He reached out so that the raven-haired boy fell on top of him. The familiar body weight was a welcome, and he felt a wave of desire course through him, but wasn't ready to give up on their little banter exchange yet.

"Oh and miss all your admiration of my pretty sleeping form? Now Potter you never told me...just how beautiful am I?" Draco watched comprehension dawn on Harry's shocked face, before rolling his eyes and shifting his position atop him. Draco held back the moan that was trying to force its way out of his mouth at the friction caused by the action, and really felt the need to rid himself, and Harry of course, of the fluffy yellow robes that were keeping their bodies apart.

"You're such an assbag." That did it; all his desire quickly faded, and now left him with only annoyance and anger. He couldn't explain it in words really, but it always pissed him off when his originality was stolen away from him. It was sort of like it was his, and he was glad to share it with people, but as soon as they took it over for themselves, he became oddly possessive.

"You used my word." Draco knew that Harry probably wouldn't understand, and knew that he probably sounded like a spoiled brat right about now, but he couldn't help it. The whole matter just upset him.

"You...you're actually upset by that! Of all the childish...Draco do you know how ridiculous you sound?" Now Draco was fully aware of how ridiculous he sounded, but having it pointed out was another matter entirely. With a low grunt in his throat he pushed Harry off him with sudden anger, and smiled as he landed rather painfully on the ground.

"It is so not ridiculous...it was my saying, and well there." With a rather icy look he stuck up his middle finger, making sure his thumb was securely tucked in, he was after all in no mood at the moment to fuck the boy sprawled on the ground in front of him. His opinion was soon changed when Harry leaned forward, engulfing his finger in his hot sultry mouth, and on instinct his thumb stuck out and his mouth elicited a moan from deep in his throat.

"Do you still want to know how beautiful you are?" Draco felt a smile come to his mouth; of course he wanted to know how beautiful he was, especially from someone he deemed beautiful himself. With an apologetic look, he pulled Harry back onto his lap so that he was straddling his small lift form.

"Of course...anything to boost my ego." Draco watched a smile spread across Harry's features, and felt an odd tingling sensation in the pit of his stomach. The sensation grew as Harry leaned forward and touched their lips together in a tender kiss. It was too much for Draco, and he reached back pulling Harry closer to him, so that he deepened the kiss that lasted until they were scarcely out of breath.

"You're more beautiful than the stars themselves. Aphrodite couldn't match your beauty." Draco was really enjoying his appraisal, he really was. But then the words seemed to click on the asshole part of his brain, and he felt the need to retort.

"You're comparing me to a girl? I'm not a girl I'll have you know...much different from one in fact." Draco knew he was being childish, but he couldn't help it. Annoying Harry was just so much fun.

"I don't think you're girly sweetheart, just very pretty that's all...would you rather me compare you to Helen of Troy?" Draco ignored the cute nickname and the tenderness in the situation, and once again used his asshole part of his brain; it was just way too much fun annoying the hot tempered boy.

"That's still a girl!" Draco bit his bottom lip to hold back a laugh, and concentrated on looking outraged, but it was obvious his words had gotten the desired effect.

"Oh Draco would you grow up! I don't think you're a fucking girl...I used them as examples because they're supposed to be the most beautiful people in the world." Draco smiled in triumph, and the familiar desire once again started to consume him. "What the hell are you smirking at, you brat?" Draco pulled Harry towards him so they were nose to nose.

"I won!" And in fact he had. Harry's emerald eyes were flickering with rage, and all of his muscles were tense and accented by barely repressed anger. He deemed this a good time to let Harry in on the little contest the two had been having. "I made you mad, and you look dead sexy when you're angry." Harry smiled.

"You know if you wanted to make me angry you didn't have to go through all of that, you could have just told me you were gonna kill Ron or something." Okay so he couldn't help it, Draco was pissed off at the mention of the weasel. Why did his stupid friends always have to come up? But then a thought struck him that Harry was with him at the moment and not his friends; he smirked once again in triumph.

"I said angry love, not homicidal. You're not cute when you want to kill me, you're just scary then." Draco watched Harry smile, and was leaning forward to meet the kiss Harry was about to give him, when a knock interrupted them and made Harry pull back to examine the door. To say Draco was pissed would have been a definite understatement.

"Whoever the fuck that is better have a good excuse why they're here, or else they'll find themselves dead, and haunting this precious bathroom for the rest of your godamn life, or death, whichever way you look at it." A groan came from the door, and Draco felt a bit better with having annoyed whoever lay outside of it.

"Ron is that you?" Draco turned his attention back to Harry, who had identified the intruder by the mere sound of his moan. A wave a jealousy spread through him at this, and his possessive nature began to flare.


"Harry you're in there too...good, tell the ferret to let me in, and preferably unscathed if you would." Draco didn't even hear the red-head, he was much to preoccupied with the furry that was building up inside him.

"How the fuck do you know what his moans and groans sound like? Hear them often in your daily sheet tousles do you?" Harry looked shocked at the insinuation, but Draco ignored it, much to concerned with his own thoughts to consider what could be on the raven-haired boy's mind.

"No as a matter of fact I hear his moans and groans in Transfiguration classes." Draco was leveled with Harry's stupidly chosen words, and gave him what he thought he deserved. A quick push to the floor.

"Oh so you do it in class do you?" In the back of his mind a little voice was telling Draco that he was being ridiculous, but as usual the asshole part of his brain blew the other part away with a shotgun.

"Not everyone is as perverted as you Malfoy; we like to keep our orgasms outside of class." There was nothing Draco hated more than to hear the word Malfoy escape Harry's lips, at least when it was directed at him. And another thing, Draco found Harry to be quite the hypocrite at the moment. He stood up upon seeing Harry do so, and glared at him right in his eyes.

"I'm not the one that has orgasms in class Potter! That's you if I remember correctly." Draco raised an eyebrow in invitation for Harry to respond, and right when he was going to, an annoying red-head once again interrupted them.

"Oh hell please shut up, I don't want to hear where the both of you get your orgasms. I just have to bloody piss!" Draco glared daggers into his lover's back as he went over to unlock the door, admitting the weasel into their temporary place of solitude. He made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat as the red-head rushed in, and emptied his bladder in the nearest urinal.

"Eww weasel that is so disgusting. I mean you could have at least waited until we left to do that." Draco actually shared a smile with Harry at this, but apparently the Weasley didn't find it so funny.

"Okay for one I was waiting outside that door for an hour! And two what the hell are the two of you doing here together anyways?" Draco felt an odd sense of satisfaction at the thought of permanently injuring the weasel's bladder. As for the other part of the statement, he glanced over to see that his lover was staring at the floor, and once again took up the part of his translator.

"Well weasel I knew you were prude, but I didn't think I would be the one to tell you about the birds and the bees." It was really fun annoying the Weasley, almost as fun as Harry, but with the red-head hot steamy sex didn't ensue afterwards, so he came in second.

"That's not what I bloody mean! I know what you two were doing, but why the fuck were you doing it?" Draco had an odd connection with Harry, where for the most part he knew what was going through his head, but that didn't mean that he had to go along with everything.

"What, you didn't think he was gonna stay with that whore forever did you? I mean it was inevitable that he would come crawling back to me" Okay so maybe that was a little much, but Draco was still pissed that even fake Harry slept with that stupid Gryffindor bitch.

"Okay for one don't call her a whore, and for two I did not come crawling back to you...I came back walking fully erect." Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry's advertness, and couldn't help but crack a joke at the statement.

"Yeah babe you came back to me with something fully erect." Draco smiled at the crimson color that Harry had turned, and turned back to look at a disturbed looking Ron.

"Malfoy your sexual innuendos are priceless." Draco was too happy with himself to notice the sarcasm in the red-head's voice.

"Harry what the fuck are you doing back with this jackass? You and Parvati are so cute together, and everyone was saying how much better you're acting...Why would you want to throw it all away again to be with this prick?" Draco glared at the red-head. He had tolerated him so far, but that didn't mean he was going to let him say anything to Harry about who he should be with.

"Don't worry Ron we're not back together, it was just a one time thing...I needed to get it out of my system." Draco for a second thought he hadn't heard that, but then it became all too apparent from Harry's nervous twitch that it had been said. Of course Draco knew why Harry had said it, but that didn't piss him off any less.

"You little bastard cocksucking assbag...How could you even lie about something like that? You're a fucking spineless prick who in my opinion doesn't deserve me to even fuck him. You don't have to go along with everything that little fucker says Potter! Why do you think he has so much control over you now!?...Have you ever told Silas no? For fucks sake Harry he already owns you, and now you're gonna let him control your life too?" As soon as he the words left his lips he regretted saying them, especially the mention of Silas. Then when Draco thought about it, he thought of a way to use it to his advantage. He would explain it to his lover later when he didn't look so extremely pissed.


"Guys who's Silas?" Draco smirked at Ron, so the weasel wasn't so stupid either; at least he had caught what he was supposed to out of the situation.

"Yeah Potter why don't you tell Weasley who your little friend is, or hell where you got that nifty little tattoo on your back." Draco watched as Harry look horrified, and then, with one last glare, ran like hell the other way. Draco sighed, knowing that would most likely happen, and spun on the red-head. Now came the hard part.

"Harry! HARRY WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU GOING!?" Draco sighed before going to sit in the plush chair he had inhabited earlier. Sure Harry had run away, but that didn't mean that the weasel had to start screaming and damage his ears. Ron spun around and glared at the blond, and really Draco would have been intimidated, had he the will to care about such trivial things.

"Oh Weasley stop looking at me like that, and don't worry about Harry. He has a tendency to overreact to things...He'll be fine in a little while." This didn't seem to satisfy the red-head in the least, and Draco watched in amusement as his chest puffed out in intimidation. The truth was Draco had never seen anything less intimidating in his life. To prove this fact he yawned, making no effort to hide it.

"Listen to me Malfoy I don't know what's going on here, but I do know that you're going to answer my questions. And I do mean it." Draco actually laughed this time; it was after all very fun to see a freckled face weasel trying to intimidate him.

"Weasel you really do amuse me, but as a matter of fact I have no objection to you questioning me...so ask away." Confusion registered on the red-head's face, but then he seemed to get back his composure, and closed the gaping hole he called a mouth. Draco had a disgusting image of what it would be like to kiss such a mouth, and was glad that he had Harry's to devour.

"Well okay Malfoy for one who the hell is Silas?" Draco arched an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms together.

"Verra good weasel, you asked the right question...ten points to you. Now do you want the whole story, or just the condensed version?" Draco was really starting to get amused at all the facial expressions the red-head could possess. His face went from shocked, to bewilderment, to pensive, and finally settled on annoyed.

"Don't call me weasel ferret, and I think I would just like the condensed version to start out with...I wouldn't want to hear your voice anymore than necessary." Draco rubbed his temples, trying to think of the best way to relay the message he desperately needed to tell this person. This was going to be no easy thing, but he knew that his time was running out, and Harry would soon be defenseless. This Weasley seemed to actually care, and was therefore Draco's only choice in the matter.

"Before Snape was killed he relayed information about a certain person who was feared by all of the death eaters." Ron snarled at that.

"You would no all about that wouldn't you? I always knew you were a death eater you disgusting traitor!" Draco once again rubbed his temples. He lifted the sleeve of his fluffy bathrobe to reveal his arm, and then the other.

"I am not a death eater Weasley, and if you want to know what trouble your little friend has gotten himself into you'll be quiet for the rest of the time." Draco was sure he heard the red-head mumble something like. 'The only trouble he's gotten himself into is you.' But let it go and decided to continue his story.

"Anyways, before I was so rudely interrupted, this person was feared by all of the death eaters, and with good reason to...He's a fucking powerful bastard, more powerful than Voldemort himself if you want to know the truth." Draco saw Ron flinch at the name, but decided to continue. "Now I'm going to let you in on a big secret Ron, a secret not to many people are aware of. Voldemort bore a son before his disappearance 16 years ago." Ron's eyes went wide, and he turned a pasty pale color, but did not respond, much too enthralled in the story.

"This son of his has more power than you can imagine, and he was meant to. This wasn't entirely a normal birth after all, for the boy has no mother. He was created, manufactured if you will, by Voldemort himself." This time there was a definite hiss and intake of breath, and Draco stopped for a moment to let it all sink in with the red-haired boy.

"He was made? How?" Draco had to strain to hear the voice because it was so weak. Obviously Ron was having a hard time with this story, as any person might.

"It's complicated really, but it has to do with an ancient magic, a very powerful magic. Voldemort gave up half of his heart to ensure that the magic worked, and it did, probably better than the dark lord could have ever even hoped for." Draco paused again, and noticed that Ron was gripping the edge of his chair so tight that his knuckles were a blazing white.

"Voldemort disappeared, but the babe lived...his half of the dark lord's heart being the reason for Voldemort's half life survival. Voldemort always did take the necessary measures to ensure his survival, and in this matter he had been successful. He would continue to live as long as his heart beat inside the body of his own child." Draco was actually getting rather concerned by this point about Ron's health. He was a ghostly white, and Draco thought for a minute that he might faint, but he was surprised when a timid hoarse voice spoke up.

"Where did the baby go? Why have I never heard of him?" Draco smirked at this.

"You wouldn't would you? Voldemort always planned to keep his child a secret; he was the key to his survival after all. So in answer to your question he was kept secret by the most loyal death eaters. He was raised in the dark arts, and he was trained to kill, and to torture, and to rule. He was the ultimate weapon to ensure their victory over the light." Draco watched as Ron took up his recent habit of rubbing his temples, and the blond couldn't blame him, this was a lot to digest.

"So if you're not a death eater how do you know all of this?" Draco was a little annoyed at the question, but it was a fair one and he meant to answer it.

"My father is one as you know, and during our fourth year he got the honor of watching over the prince." Memories flooded Draco's head, and he tried his hardest to push them away. "I became close to him...very close, and as such I learned all of his secrets." There was a deadening silence in the air, and after looking up at the sunny ceiling, he once again focused his eyes on the red-head who was staring at him with a mixture of disgust and what Draco thought looked an awful lot like admiration. Although he had no idea why Ron would be admiring him, so it took that as just a figment of his imagination.

"How does that not surprise me Malfoy? Of course you would become chummy with the would be destroyer of the wizarding race." Draco ignored the comment, but couldn't help balling his fists at it. He felt his nails dig into his flesh, and knew he had drawn blood.

"Yes, well I made a mistake, but I won't say I regretted it. Anyways by this point Voldemort had returned, thanks to Harry, and father and son were reunited." Draco looked up at this and saw that Ron was also clenching his fists. "Now this part is verra important weasel, so listen good. Voldemort's heart is black, and it corrupts...it would turn anybody into a monster...let alone a being created after the verra person who the wretched heart came from. The dark lord is a power hungry monster, and his heart is a perfect replica. Until then the prince had been treated like king, and now he was second best, because Voldemort does not share power."

"What are you saying Malfoy?" Draco once again clenched his fists, but this time in annoyance. Through gritted teeth he managed to spit out the answer.

"I'm saying that Silas hates Voldemort. He hates him, and would like nothing more than for him to be destroyed." The words echoed off the tile, and effectively silenced Ron who now looked even more close to fainting. Draco thought he better hurry with the story, so that Ron didn't do just that before he had time to finish.

"Now as I'm sure you're aware there's a prophesy involving Harry...one of serious importance. One stating that they were the only ones that would be able to kill each other, and that one of them would go to their death." Draco raised an eyebrow at Ron's suddenly green appearance, and was a little shocked when the red-head jumped up to retch in the nearest toilet. He couldn't necessarily blame the boy though. If he had just learned everything so fast he was rather sure he would have the same reaction. Ron slowly made his way back to the chair, and shakily motioned for Draco to continue his story.

"Surely you know the implications of this. Silas became obsessed with the prophesy, and he formed a plan." Draco shut his eyes, and bit back the angry tears that were threatening to spill from them at the mention of the plan; he couldn't bring himself to say the details, so he would just go on like he didn't know them. "Something no one expected to happen transpired though." Ron looked up at this, and Draco noticed how some of the color was beginning to return to his cheeks. "Silas became obsessed with Harry." The nice color once again drained from Ron's cheeks.

"Became...obsessed with Harry?" Draco only nodded and let the red-head continue. "Does Harry know about all of this?" Mentally Draco counted very slowly to ten, and remembered to take nice deep breaths to control himself.

"To an extent, but I'm fairly sure he doesn't know the direness of it all. He knows of Silas, and that he's powerful, but I doubt he knows anything beyond that...Silas would never let him know anything beyond that." Draco jumped back as the chair the red-head had been occupying was thrown against the wall, and Ron stood shaking with rage where it had been.

"You...YOU LIAR! Harry would never let himself go along with someone like Silas...He would know better, and he would tell us!" Draco's eyes narrowed, and he too stood from his chair, though he had enough self control not to break his into a thousand pieces. He walked so that he was face to face with the red-head, and stared up a little at Ron's taller form.

"Of course he wouldn't tell you!" Draco snarled. "Have you been listening to anything I've told you? Silas will do anything to get his way...ANYTHING! I know for a fact that you and the mudblood's lives were on the line, and you should be thankful that Harry never opened his mouth. He saved your lives so many times this year...you don't realize the half of what that scum made him do." Ron looked shocked, but then his anger crept back up, and he was suddenly furious.

"What like sleeping with you!?" Draco was taken back by the bluntness of it all, and he watched as the red-head shook with anger and disgust. Seeing this though couldn't help but fill him with an anger of his own.

"Yes." Truth be told he shocked himself by his own bluntness. "Does it surprise you? I was ordered to rape him in the forest, and then he was ordered to come back and let me do it again." Draco never got to finish because a fist connected with his jaw, and with a sickening crunch he fell to the floor, clutching at his bleeding mouth.

"You disgusting human being...no you're not a human...humans have a soul, you obviously don't. How could you do that to him? HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO HIM!?" Draco spat the blood that had pooled in his mouth to the ground, and then made his way to his feet.

"Because I wanted him." The confession was soft, but Draco knew Ron had heard it. For a second Draco thought Ron would punch him again, but he only shook with anger. "I wanted him with every fiber of my being, and when Silas gave me a way, I jumped on it." Draco clenched his fists and fought back the emotions that were wanting to break through; he couldn't show them now, not to Ron. His emotions were reserved only for Harry, and he meant to keep it that way, whatever the cost. "I told you before I didn't regret doing it, and I meant it. It gave me what I had always dreamed of, and I'm thankful for it." Draco stopped when a hand was raised into the air to get him to be silent.

"I don't want to hear your sick excuses. What you did is irredeemable. You are disgusting pathetic excuse for a life form...and you know what the worst part of all this is...Harry really loves you." Draco could see the hot tears rolling down the red-head's cheek, and he knew that he had done the right thing in telling him. He could do what Draco could not, he could protect Harry.

"I know he does, and I love him." This, however honest, was definitely not the right thing to say.

"SHUT UP! Don't you dare ever say you love him again! You could never do what you did to someone you love...you don't love him, you're just like Silas!" At those words the little twig that was holding back Draco's emotions snapped.

"I AM NOT LIKE SILAS! I am nothing like that disgusting horrible thing. I do love him, I love him more than you'll ever know, and that's why I'm telling you this. Weasley...no Ron, please help me protect him." Ron looked taken aback by this, and even more so by the fact that tears could be seen pooling at the blond's eyes.

"Protect him from what Malfoy?...What's going to happen to him?" Draco shut his eyes to rid himself of tears, and fought just to make words.

"I don't exactly know, but I know I want nothing to happen to him, and if I just told someone that he was in danger they might be able to help him." After saying what needed to be said he felt his energy drain from him, and he collapsed onto the ground, wincing at the pain. He suddenly felt bad for pushing Harry off all those times. It really did hurt.

"Malfoy he's been so good lately. I mean now that I think about it I could tell when he was being controlled by Silas, but he's different now...like he's...he got better." Draco used all the energy he had left to cast the most venomous glare possible at the red-head.

"That wasn't Harry you imbecile. After class that one day when I fucked up, Silas took his place so that they wouldn't find out that he was a death eater."

"Why would anyone find out Silas was a death eater if no one knew about him?" Draco counted to ten before continuing.

"Silas isn't a death eater...but Harry is." Draco wasn't prepared for the body that lunged at him, knocking him backwards, and he hissed when his head hit the tile, effectively rattling his brains to mush. He didn't have much time to worry about that though as punch after punch was delivered to his face. This was of course before he finally got enough sense to push the body off of him.

"You fucking liar!...You fucking disgusting liar! Harry would never do that...He would never betray us!" Draco sat up with a wince, and wiped as much blood from his face as he could.

"Haven't you been listening to anything I've been saying...he didn't have a choice. Lives were at stake, and Harry has always been a hero." Ron was crying again, but it didn't look like he was up for another attack, so Draco allowed himself to breathe.

"I would rather have died than have him join that side." Draco felt indecision about how much he should let be known at this point, but then he decided that however painful, the truth had to be told.

"He didn't join them to save you...he did it to save me." Draco flinched when Ron's knuckles hit the cold floor, and watched as blood slowly seeped from the wound to stain the white tile.

"He did it to save you? Tell me...did he know at this time how disgusting you were? Did he know that you were made to be with him?" Ron's words were forced, and filled with barely suppressed rage.

"No, he didn't. He doesn't even know now...and you're not going to tell him."

"Like hell I'm not!" Ron was once again up on his feet, and with some strain, Draco managed to join him.

"I'll tell him myself...he won't hear something like that from you, it would destroy him." Draco closed his eyes, and knew that that was the absolute truth in the manner. When Harry found out about Draco's betrayal he would never forgive him, and finding out about it from anyone besides Draco would be deadly. "You have to understand how much Harry's been through this year, and how much he still has to go through. Any hurt that he can be spared from him should be."

"Don't give me that 'you care about Harry' bullshit! You're just doing this to save your own ass, or rather soul...however much it can be saved at this point." Ron ran a hand through his hair, thoroughly messing it up so that it stood up on all angles. "There's one part of your story that doesn't make sense Malfoy. Why would Voldemort let Harry join him? He's too smart to not think that that was a trap." Draco's eyes widened, he had never in a million years expected Ron to think about that. His fists clenched at this, because he knew that this would be the ultimate betrayal of Harry to reveal how Voldemort came to trust him.

"Voldemort didn't take him in lightly; he made him do something for him." Draco took in a deep breath. It was now or never. "Harry was the one who murdered Snape." Ron, upon hearing this, ran towards the toilets again. This hadn't been entirely true, but Ron did want the condensed version, and it was just too hard to explain the other way. Draco watched Ron wipe his mouth on the back of his hand, and felt his heart lurch at how much he had probably hurt Harry by telling his best friend that. In the background he heard a bell ring, making him late for his first class. This was already drawn out too far...it was becoming risky to still be talking.

"I have to go see somebody Wea...Ron" He corrected himself. How was he supposed to expect help from him if he was still spitting out his surname? At least this way he was only spitting out his first name. "don't think poorly of Harry, he had no other choice. Please take care of him if I'm no longer able to." Without further explanation, he spun on his heel and headed to go see someone who he never in a million years thought he would.
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It was a definite possibility that he had just condemned himself to death by revealing what he had to Ron. If Silas knew he would most surely be killed for his betrayal, but there was a good chance he didn't. Silas was watching Harry so often these days that he hardly had time to do anything else. However if by small chance he had neglected his normal duties, and actually focused his powers on Draco, then not only would he be dead, but the weasel would be as well.

Draco walked down the corridor, only to stop in front of a certain gargoyle, which led to a certain office, and he wondered what the hell he was thinking. Than the thought struck him that the reason he was standing outside in the corridor was that he probably wasn't thinking, or at least about his self anyways. No a certain green eyed boy had taken care of his selfish nature, for the most part at least.

"Lemon Drops" The gargoyle began to rotate, revealing the staircase that led to the Headmaster's office. Truthfully he was amazed that it even opened, the only time he had ever talked to Dumbledore one on one he was offered a lemon drop, and he had started that off with a guess. You know he couldn't help but think that the headmaster could really be daft sometimes.

Slowly but surely he made the descent up the stairs, only to be mentally bitch slapping himself the entire time. With a deep breath he gripped the bronze doorknob that would lead him to his destination, and turned. He closed his eyes, hoping that this was just a dream he was having; you know the kind where you end up doing something really stupid, and then wake up embarrassed. He opened his eyes only to find out that he wasn't waking from a dream, but instead staring into the twinkling eyes of Albus Dumbledore.

"Ah Mr. Malfoy, I was wondering when you would come see me." Patience Draco he chided to himself, patience is a virtue. He thought about how he wouldn't get very far by jumping onto the old wizard's desk and strangling him, but it would be quite fun. Damn annoying coot.

"Oh Headmaster I have no doubt, judging by the tabby cat sitting on the window this morning in the prefects bathroom." Draco scowled as the eyes gave their familiar twinkle.

"Very good Mr. Malfoy...I didn't know you were so observant." Draco raked a hand through his hair, and tried to remember why he was here. If Harry was alright he could take anything, right?

"Yes, well I have many talents that I'm sure you're not aware of." A pause, a quick breath, anything to make this easier. "Now Professor Dumbledore I have a proposition for you."
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How he had done it, he had no idea, but it was done. Draco strolled down the corridor towards his next class, which the Headmaster had been oh so kind to mention was Herbology. According to the abnormal clock that resides in his office, he had about 20 minutes to get there without being late. He couldn't wait to see Harry's face when he came in. Draco couldn't help but think that his lover was probably still either pissed or petrified from this morning's conversation.

"Draco might I have a word with you?" Draco stopped dead. One word was screaming over and over in his mind 'NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!' He couldn't know, could he? Dumbledore's walls have spells against mind invasions. Quickly he spun around to see that it was in fact Silas, and that he was leaning against the wall where a door to an open classroom was already agape.

"Of course my prince." Very conscious of Silas's eyes ever present on his skin, Draco slowly walked into the room, not knowing what he was getting himself into. All he knew was the terrible weight in his stomach, and the all consuming fear of being found out. He heard the door shut behind him, and could hear footsteps coming closer and closer, but he knew he dare not turn around. Draco shut his eyes when he could feel a warm breath on the back of his neck, and his hair stood on end as he repressed the shudder wanting to make its way through his body.

"My little Dragon, I just wanted to let you know how much help you've been to me...I could never have pulled it off if it wasn't for you." A cold hand crept forward, caressing Draco's face, and this time he didn't repress his shudder, no this time he didn't even have one. His mind was way too preoccupied on the words that had come from the red-eyed boy's mouth.

"What do you mean? It's not completed yet." A laugh was heard from behind him, and a sick feeling of dread spread through every fiber of his being. Suddenly Silas was no longer behind him, but right in front of him...smirking triumphantly.

"You sound so disappointed Draco, surely you didn't think I'd let you keep him forever, did you?" Draco bit back the bile that was rising in his throat, as a wave of nausea hit him after those words. His eyes were already stinging from tears, but he refused to let them flow from his eyes. No doubt Silas already knew that they were there, but he would not give him the satisfaction of seeing them fall and roll down his cheek.

"You still mean to go through with it then?" Draco's words were small and hoarse...He didn't even know how much longer he could keep talking. A throaty laugh was heard from Silas, and it seemed to bounce off the walls of the small abandoned classroom.

"Draco Draco Draco...even you aren't foolish enough to think that just because you've developed feelings for the boy that I would spare him the fate that we've been planning for him for over two years now." Draco had shut his eyes at the word 'we've' but they shot open when he felt freezing lips against his own. The kiss didn't last all that long, but it's not like it was that much of a shock. He had been kissing those same lips since fourth year, but somehow this time a wave of guilt rushed over him, and he felt filthy when Silas finally pulled away.

"Will he live through it?" Draco was aware that his voice sounded shaky and rather pathetic, but he needed to know. He needed to know what he had condemned the only person he had ever truly cared about to.

"I suppose in the physical sense yes, but I wouldn't say that he'll ever be the same. That beautiful body that you love so much Draco will be completely under my control, and believe me I can think of some good ways to use that body of his." Draco's fists clenched at his sides, and he couldn't help but glare at the boy who claimed to be his master. To his annoyance Silas only smirked at his obvious pain. "Don't look at me like that. I'm being generous with you Draco. I could by all means kill the bastard after my father's dead."

"Fuck You! You'll do what you want, but don't you dare say you're keeping him around for me. You're keeping him because you've wanted to fuck him ever since you watched us in the Forbidden Forest." Silas's eyes narrowed slightly, but besides that he kept his cool, unlike Draco whose pale cheeks were tinted red, and his shoulder's were shaking in anger.

"You're wrong my dear Spagettio. I would never want someone who could make me as weak as you've become. Look what he's done to you. Look how pathetic you've become, and I had such high hopes for you."

"I don't give a damn about your hopes! He has not made me weak Silas...he's made me stronger...He's made me a human again." Silas smirked before giving a small chuckle.

"Made you human has he? And what pray tell were you before?" Draco felt the familiar chilling sensation as Silas's hands encircled his waist, drawing him near. Draco felt warmth spread through him when Silas's mouth went to nip at his neck. "How long has it been my pet? I haven't had you in nearly a week." Red-eyes looked up at him, before turning away. The hands withdrew from his waist, and the seriousness of the conversation started again. "Too bad we don't have time right now. Besides that you need your energy."

This knocked Draco out of the stupor he had currently been residing in, and he looked up to his "master" in question. "Why would I need energy today?" A genuine smile crossed Silas's features, and the sense of dread returned to Draco.

"I've decided to give you a gift Draco." Draco's suspicions arose at this; Silas's gifts never came without a price.

"What gift, my prince, would that be? I'd say you've given me too much already, anymore would be unreasonable." A hand ran through blond hair, pulling Draco towards him.

"Oh but I know you'll love this one my dragon. I'll give you Harry for one last night...He'll be turned tomorrow." Draco's heart clenched and unclenched, and although he tried to stop it, a single tear fell down his cheek. A hot tongue lashed out, licking up the excess salty moisture that was still collected on his face, but Draco hardly noticed that. He felt utterly dead inside.

"Why? Why would you do this for me? What's in it for you?" He looked up, only to see a coy smile on the red-eyed boy's face; his eyes were alight with malice.

"Because I want to make you happy." The dead feeling inside of him somewhat died, only to be replaced by blinding anger.

"Bullshit! You don't care about making me happy. You never have, and you never will, so why don't you just tell me what you want for it, and we'll go from there." This only caused Silas to smile again.

"Very good Draco, I always knew I'd trained you well." Draco was in no mood, all his patience had died by this point.

"Spare me Silas. Just tell me what I have to do." It wasn't bad enough that he was loosing the one person he ever loved, but now he had to do some horrible thing just to get to be with him. Silas was such a jackass.

"Fine Draco...since you're so persistent. When you go to class with him today, I want everybody around him to see that you hate him. I want them to think that he has a reason to leave. I want you to threaten his life Draco." Draco's eyes widened in surprise. Of all the things he thought Silas would ask of him this definitely wasn't one of them.

"If I threaten his life I'll be expelled for sure." Again Silas smirked, before running a hand through his spikes.

"Leave that to me Draco. Don't worry I won't let them kick you out...now go or you'll be late." Still confused about why the hell he had to do this in the first place, Draco reluctantly headed to Herbology. Then after class he would go to what would be his last night with Harry, sometimes life just blows.
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Finally reaching the greenhouse, he quickly made his way over to where Pansy and Blaise stood flirting in the nearby corner. He still felt rather sick to his stomach from the conversation he had just had, but knowing there was nothing to do about it, he decided to just let it go, and instead try to figure out how he was going to manage the task Silas had just given him. Of course he was regularly given missions which he had to complete, but normally they made a little bit of sense to him, and the ones that didn't Silas had explained. This one just struck him as odd, but then again Silas had always been a little insane, a genius, but definitely insane.

"Draky that's a lovely little mark on your neck...where'd yeh get it from hmm?" Draco's hand immediately shot up to his neck where Silas had just been sucking, and knew that it wouldn't bode well if Harry caught sight of it. He quickly rolled his collar up so that it covered the mark, and glared menacingly at the girl who had pointed it out, though in all actuality he should be thanking her.

"Mind your own business bitch." His tone was icy, and held no amusement in it that could be mistaken as insincere. Pansy stuck her lip out in a pout, and turned around so that she was picking the flowers off of a Lionilily plant, apparently they had healing abilities. Though he could really give a fuck less, he never really did like Herbology.

"But really Draco what's up...you look all peaky and stuff." Draco tried to ignore the brunette's commit on how he looked, and instead turned to Blaise, fully intent on answering his question.

"Just thinking." There, it wasn't too much of a lie, and it would hopefully get Blaise off his back. But no, of course not, this only got the brunette to smile coyly.

"I bet I know who about." Draco raised an eyebrow at Blaise, but would do nothing else to give away how impressed he was that the brunette could actually read him. But never-the-less he was rather interested to know who Blaise thought his mind was on.

"Really, am I that transparent?" On instinct he shot a look over to the Gryffindor's and saw that Harry was staring back at him, and if he wasn't very much mistaken there was a hint of jealousy in his eyes. This brought him back to the task at hand, and his hand twitched reflexably. He couldn't think of this now, so he just gave his lover a slight nod, before turning back to Blaise.

Blaise, to his annoyance, now had a huge smirk on his face, and without thinking Draco let out a grunt of annoyance. Ignoring the blond's habit, Blaise leaned in so that his lips were touching his earlobe. "You fucked Potter last night didn't you?" In normal circumstances Draco would have been really pissed off, but Blaise had always been his best friend, and he had always been able to keep a secret. Plus this would just be another way to show up that Patil whore. He slowly nodded, and was horrified with what came next.

"Oi Potter come 'ere a minute will ye." Dread filled Draco as he saw Harry's surprised reaction, and then the shrug of his shoulders as he slowly made his way over to the group of Slytherins. Draco's first reaction was to pull Harry towards him, fucking the living daylights out of him, and then using the lionilily plants to heal the boy, so that he could do it all over again. But since he had a mission to do, and since he knew that probably every emotion was showing on his face like glass, he decided to simply not look at him. He heard a snicker from behind him, and turned to see Pansy smiling devilishly after Blaise had just whispered something in her ear. He made a mental note to kill Blaise later for what he no doubt had just done. Pansy met his eye, but her eyes were shining with malice, and she turned instead to Harry.

"Oh Draky look you made him all upset. Maybe you should kiss him and make it all better...I always love getting hot and bothered during class, it makes it go faster." He could have killed the girl right then and there. He shot a quick gaze to Harry to see that his mouth was hanging open like a fish, and that he was twitching ever so slightly. It was official; as soon as he got around to it he would murder Pansy.

"Parkinson when I want your advice I'll ask for it. Now if you want to be all hot and bothered I suggest you go looking for it somewhere else...perhaps Zabini would like to be your fuck toy." For the second time that day Pansy stuck her lip out, pouting after Draco's harsh words. He could care less; he never really liked the bitch to begin with.

"You know I was kind of doing something, now unless any of you need anything, I think I'll be going." Draco's gaze shot up to Harry, and instead of smiling, narrowed his eyes. Harry once again twitched at that, but Draco paid the cuteness behind it no head. No he was back to asshole Draco, and he planned to make it damn well convincing.

Draco watched as Harry angrily turned on his heel, walking back to his Gryffindor friends. It was a dirty job, but it had to be done. Besides maybe afterwards they could have hot steamy make up sex. "No of course Potter by all means go, it's not like any of us want you here." That did it, Harry was so predictable. The raven-haired boy stopped dead in his tracks and turned around glaring. Draco resisted the urge to grab the back of his head, and force his mouth on his own.

"Listen jackass I don't know what you're so bitchy about, and frankly I don't care...You don't want me around, fine I'm leaving! I'm sure I can find other people to spend my time with, why bother with a bunch of snakes." Ok so Draco had been a bit bitchy, but really he hadn't expected Harry to just snap like that. Though he probably was still pissed from this morning. The only thing in Draco's mind was the sooner he got this over with the better, so with a draw of breath, he lunged at Harry's retreating form.

Draco heard a sickening crack, and winced at his lover's pain, but at the moment could do nothing about it. No instead of consoling, he grabbed raven tresses and slammed the already hurt face back into the ground. Draco felt Harry start to move under him, and without hesitation the Gryffindor spun around, and swung his fist through the air, so that it connected squarely with Draco's jaw.

Stars blinked in front of his eyes, as he tried to will away the pains that had come from the punch before they overwhelmed him. He quickly wiped the blood that had pooled from his mouth, and did the only thing that came to him at the time. He pulled his wand on the entire student body. Okay so probably not the smartest of moves, but he was improvising here. "Anybody moves and I curse you, and I promise it will hurt." In the back of his mind he wondered how the hell Silas was going to manage getting him out of trouble. He didn't particularly want to get expelled.

"What the hell is your problem Malfoy? Get a grip and put down the fucking wand!" Draco shot a quick glance at Harry, and hoped he would see the sorrow in his eyes. But then Draco, always being one for over-dramatics, shot a spell through the air that shattered all of the glass of the greenhouse, and there was a fucking lot of glass! He protectively covered his head to avoid injury from the shattering glass. The stunned Professor's voice could be heard over the students screams

"Mr. Malfoy just put the wand down, and everything will be alright." Draco glared in the direction of Professor Sprout, and wondered again how he was possibly going to get out of this. Thinking there was no time like the present, his attentions once again were focused on his stunned lover. God he hoped he would forgive him.


"I gave up my life for you, and now I owe you your death...I will come for you Potter, you can be sure of that." Draco wasn't quite sure what that meant, but it sounded official and there was a definite death threat in it. Plus, by all the gasps of the near-by students, it sounded as if he had succeeded. Though the look in Harry's eye could tell you so much more than the other students. His eyes looked hurt, but more than that they looked betrayed. Not being able to stand it anymore, Draco turned on his heel and fled from the greenhouse, vaguely noticing footsteps following him through the door.
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Draco quickly made his way down to the Slytherin common room, in no mood to deal with the teachers that would no doubt be coming to apprehend him, making him go see Dumbledore for the second time today. He couldn't get the look of betrayal that Harry had given him out of his head. What did he think of him now? What could possibly be going through his head? Draco knew him well enough to know that he was probably by now an emotional wreck. He was most likely sitting up in Gryffindor tower crying and refusing to see anybody.

He slipped through the portrait to the common room, and was now looking forward to collapsing on his bed and sleeping for the greater part of the day. Nighttime he would get up and worry about Harry some more. To his annoyance the footsteps that had followed him out of the greenhouse also followed him here, and were now stopped right behind him.

"Is there something I can help you with, or do you just intend on following me all day?" Draco spun around to look into the baby blue eyes of Blaise Zabini. It wasn't that much of a surprise really; he should have figured that Blaise was the only one who would have the guts to follow him after the greenhouse ordeal.

"No Drake I just came to check on you. If you hadn't realized it, what you did in Herbology was pretty fucked up." A sigh escaped the blond, and knowing he couldn't weasel his way out of this conversation, he plopped down on the leather couch and waited for the lecture to come.

"What's your point Zabini?" The brunette joined him on the couch, sliding one knee underneath him so that he could turn and see him better.

"Oh me, I don't have a point per say. But I would like to know when you went completely off the deep end. I mean really Drake do you want to get expelled? Because threatening the golden boy is like the closest way to getting a ticket out of here. Then what would your dad say?" Draco didn't even bother to cover a yawn as he let Blaise keep ranting. "And what the hell made you attack him anyways? I mean he hasn't even done anything to you, besides give you a huge hickey, and even you wouldn't be so vain to attack someone over that." Two yawns later Draco was tired of this conversation, and rather tired altogether.

"That's great Blaise, really it is. Hey I don't suppose you could do me like the hugest favor?" Blaise rolled his eyes, it was obviously apparent that Draco hadn't been listening to a word the brunette was saying.

"Yeah, and what's that Draco?" Draco stood from the couch, stretching as he did, and began to make his way towards his bedroom.

"I'm gonna go take a little nappy. Make sure no one disturbs me...better yet make sure no one comes in the common room at all. Tell them to go mingle with the other houses tonight. It Friday and it'll do 'em some good." Draco didn't wait for a response from Blaise, he didn't need a response. Anything that he says goes, so why bother?

As soon as he entered his room, he collapsed onto his bed. Securely wrapping his emerald silk sheets around his body, he closed his eyes trying to fall into slumber. He didn't have to wait long. After he cleared his head of thoughts of Harry, his mind began to drift off, and in about five minutes he was already asleep.
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"You really don't know how beautiful you are do you?" Draco blinked at the scene in front of him. He didn't know where he was, but he knew it couldn't be real. The sun was shining, but not like a normal sun. No this sun Draco could stare directly at, and it cast violet rays down, making everything purple tinted. The sky was an almost dark gold color, and the sight of it almost took his breath away. He looked around at his surroundings and was also surprised by these.

He was standing on a part of what seemed to be an old ruin site; it looked like it was once a magnificent castle. The scene was truly breathtaking, but it was made all the more beautiful by the fact that Harry was not 10 feet away from him, sitting on a ledge of what looked to have been a balcony.

"Where are we?" Something wasn't right about all of this. Draco's first instinct would be that he was in a dream, but it felt much more real then any dream he'd ever had. Harry tilted his head to the side in an almost childish manner, before hopping down from the ledge and going to stand by Draco.

"I wonder...did you ever really love me Draco?" A knot formed in the bottom of his stomach as Harry came closer. Something just wasn't right about this whole thing. In habit, Draco reached out and threaded his fingers through ebony hair, trying to get a grip on the whole situation.


"What are you talking about precious? You know I love you." Draco wasn't prepared for Harry to brake out into fits of giggles. He even went as far as to pull back from his hand, and fall to the floor in laughter. The knot tightened even more as emerald eyes looked up at him accusingly.

"You don't have to lie to me anymore. I know everything Draco, and it's all over so it doesn't matter." Draco's eyes widened in horror. How could Harry know? In the back of his mind he kept telling himself that this couldn't be real, but that didn't stop him from being scared shitless anyways. He slowly began backing away from Harry, who was still sprawled out on the ground.

"What's happening?" Harry rolled over so that he was on his hands and knees, crawling slowly towards the nervous blond.

"What Draco? Isn't this a good place to spend the rest of eternity?" Draco took another step backwards as Harry crept nearer and nearer.

"What are you talking about Harry? Why would we spend the rest of eternity here?" Draco had stopped retreating backwards, and now Harry was right next to him. He shivered when freezing cold hands gripped the sides of his hips as Harry pulled himself up so that they were eye to eye.

"Didn't you ever wonder where he would send me when the two of you decided to go through with your plans?" Harry looked around, surveying his surroundings. "As for last looks go, I really don't think I could do much better." Draco had the sudden urge to vomit as Harry's ramblings began to make sense. In a last ditch attempt to heal the pains in his heart, he grabbed the boy in front of him, pulling him into a bone crushing hug. As long as he never let him go, nothing could take him away. He didn't even try to hide the tears that were now spilling from his eyes.

"I won't let him take you. You must understand my love I'm doing everything in my power to save you. I'd move the stars for you if I could." He gripped tighter trying to make their bodies' one. "I won't let him take you away from me." He didn't know who he was trying to reassure more of that fact, but he did know that he meant what he said. He wouldn't let Silas follow through with his plans. He wouldn't leave Harry to a life of solitude, loneliness, and betrayal.

He felt Harry's head lift off his shoulder, and gasped at what he saw. Harry's once emerald eyes were now completely black, and he stared at him with a maniacal look that made his heart explode. "But don't you see Draco he already has me. You can't stop him...you know that." Draco fell to his knees, shutting his eyes as tight as he could. He wrapped his arms tightly around himself, digging his fingers into his skin. He wanted to wake up from this horrible nightmare, he needed to wake up. He heard Harry's laughter again, and he screamed inside his head to wake up...just WAKE UP!
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With a jolt Draco shot up in his bed, but was surprised when he could barely move. In fact he could barely sit up at all; a weight seemed to have settled on his stomach, effectively eliminating all of his body movement. He cracked an eye open, and saw that a smiling raven-haired boy was sitting on top of him. Still having the dream in his mind, he sprang forward, grabbing Harry and pulling him hard against his own body.

"God I lost you. I don't want to lose you again." He heard a chuckle come from the crook of his shoulder, and pulled Harry away from him to check if it was still him. Emerald eyes stared back at him with a curious look in them.

"Draco what are you talking about? You never lost me." Again Draco pulled Harry against him, just to assure his mind that he was in fact real. This time it was Harry who pulled away, and he had a smile on his face again.

"You know I was pretty sure after class today, but now I'm 100% sure that you've lost your marbles." For a second Draco didn't know what the hell Harry was talking about, but scenes from class came back to him, and he grimaced.

"Listen baby, I'm sorry about that...I didn't mean any of it. You know that right?" In response he got a raised eyebrow, and a smirk. He really was starting to rub off on the Gryffindor, he now seemed to copy all of his facial expressions. Draco sighed when Harry leaned forward, ghosting his lips across the blond's. As soon as he pulled away, Draco grabbed the back of his head, pulling him back. He plunged his tongue into the waiting mouth, and reveled in the moan he received from his lover.

It was Harry who pulled away, but didn't stay away for long. Soon he was leaning forward, attacking his neck. Draco arched his back when Harry reached down to undo the buttons of the blond's shirt, and not ever being able to keep his hands off of his lover, he quickly reached out and pulled the t-shirt over his head. It continued like that until they were both down to their boxers.

Draco quickly pulled away from Harry's touches, crouching on his heels so that he could survey his waiting prey. "What do you want out of life my love?" His voice was husky from vent up passion, and he could see that the question had an effect on Harry, because his eyes seemed to cloud over with lust.

"Out of life...I have no idea." He began to crawl towards the blond, and Draco was faintly reminded of his dream. He quickly pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind, and instead focused on the raven haired beauty that was right in front of him. "But as for tonight...I would like nothing more than to be inside of you."

Draco was at first taken off guard by the request. Never had Harry been the one on top, or even mentioned so much as wanting to. No, he was perfectly satisfied with his position in this relationship. Warning bells went off in the blond's head, but he chose to ignore them. After all what better way to make love to Harry on what might be their last night together, then to show how much trust he had in him?

A wave of desire swept through Draco's groan, and he could only nod. He couldn't take not touching the boy anymore; he grabbed the back of Harry's head and pulled him towards him in a heart stopping kiss.

Soon his mouth was all over the boy, licking, biting, and caressing every part of skin he could get his hands on. His brain was clouded with lust, and he knew that he wanted him now.

He quickly shed them of their remaining clothing, and then continued his assault on his lover's body. For a second he thought he heard the faint sound of a door opening, and he looked up from Harry's bellybutton to examine the room. After seeing that no one was there, he crushed their mouths together again.

He felt Harry's hands snake around his waist, caressing the small snake on his back. For some reason this sent Draco's rational side over the edge, and in one quick move his impaled himself upon Harry.

Draco was knew the sensation of being filled, having had enough romps with Silas to be used to it. But it was something else when it was Harry who was the one inside of him. He had never been happier than to know that he was with Harry at this moment in time. He raised his hips up, and then back down again...loving the gasps it created for his lover underneath him.

He felt like he had no stamina, having Harry inside him was draining him faster than he would have liked. He felt Harry's hand wrap around his member, and in a few strokes he completed, spilling himself all over his lover's chest. He collapsed of exhaustion, and he faintly heard the door slam, before curling into the crook of Harry's neck, slipping once more into sleep.
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