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Chapter 25 Abandonment & Betrayal




"Surprised to see me?" Surprised? Surprised was one way to describe how Draco was feeling at having a murderous looking Harry sitting on his chest. Another would be annoyed, pissed, or probably the one closest to the truth, which would be scared shitless.

"How did you find me?" A smirk spread across his face, and Draco was once again reminded that there was a wand jabbed in between his eyes. He didn't know what was going to happen, but if this Harry was going to really kill him he hoped he hurried up with it...He always did hate waiting.

"You should never underestimate the predictability of stupidity." Oh. Now Draco didn't really know what that meant, but he could think of a possibility. That possibility being that the weasel had most likely found him.

"What did you do to him?" Draco swallowed in apprehension and hoped that the answer wasn't what he was thinking...which was of course the worst. But then again Silas was too smart for that, there was no way that he would allow Harry to take another student's life at Hogwarts was there? Unless of course he already knew that Draco had betrayed him, and he knew the cover was blown no matter what. Fuck! he hoped it wasn't the latter.

"Me?" Harry pointed to himself with his free hand, and to Draco's discomfort shifted in bed so that he was sitting right on his crotch. "I did nothing...though I can't say the same for Silas." Harry kept squirming, and against Draco's will he felt the blood rush from his brain and down towards another part of his anatomy. He willed himself to calm down. He couldn't think like that right now...and especially not about him.

"He killed him?" Draco shut his eyes as Harry reached for one of his bandaged arms, and he could feel his hand tighten around it.

"No. Just killed his memory." Harry picked at the bandages until they came undone, and then started unwrapping the recently closed gash in his arm. "But I can't exactly say his generosity will reach you once he sees what you've done to yourself." Draco reluctantly opened his eyes to see black ones glaring at him. His possessed lover was holding his arm out to him in accusation.

"Really? Here I was thinking that this would be his epitome of happiness." Draco gasped as a nail dug into the sensitive flesh around the wound.

"Sarcasm is unbecoming of you Ko." Despite the pain Draco rolled his eyes at both the nickname and the statement. He fucking hated nicknames, and nowadays you could get no one to call him by anything but one. I mean really was it so hard, D-R-A-C-O...but back to the situation at hand. Harry once again shifted against in his crotch, and Draco fought the urge to moan.

"Would you stop doing that...It's really distracting." He didn't really want to admit that he was getting to him, but he was practically at full salute now and so he figured denial was kinda pointless. "And by the way move that stick from my face...I'm starting to go cross-eyed." Neither of his requests were granted, instead Harry decided it was a good time to curse him.

Harry performed a body bind on him that prevented him from moving anything but his eyes and mouth, and then jumped up from his earlier position. "I was hoping to have a little bit of fun before I took you out of the castle...but alas you always have to make things difficult." Take him out of the castle? WHY!? No, Silas had to be mad...he wouldn't abduct Draco unless he was planning of going through with his plans...unless he didn't care if he was known about anymore.

"What can I say I always did have a tension for Wagnerian theatrics." His witty comeback was greeted with a sneer, and Harry cast a levitating charm on his exhausted body. Draco willed his body to wake up and start moving again, but even as he was doing it he knew it was useless. The only way you could be released from a body lock was for someone to take it off of you.

"Again as fun as this always is...I'm afraid there's no time." With the very little eye movement he was allowed, Draco turned them just in time to see Harry pull what looked to be a pocket watch from, get this, his pocket. He walked over and grabbed onto the blond's wrist, and with a pull at both of their navels they were now hurling through the air only to land in a well furnished old fashioned living room.

The levitating spell was lifted, and so Draco was sent crashing towards the floor. He held back the whimper that wanted to escape his lips at the abuse. He was not used to being treated like this, and it was really starting to take a toll on his already well injured body. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry walk out of the room and into a large hallway, disappearing behind a corner and leaving Draco alone to sort things out.

With his limited eye sight the only things Draco could really make out in the room were the red velvet couch in the corner, and the oriental rug he was now lying on top of. The room smelled musky, like it hadn't been occupied for quite awhile, and Draco could feel goosebumps rising on his arms from the chilling wind seeping in from the open door.

He had no idea where he was, or why he was there for that matter. He still couldn't imagine Silas making such a stupid mistake as taking him from Hogwarts. Not only would Dumbledore be looking for him, but his father would too, which would raise warning signs with Voldemort, officially screwing Silas and his plans.

It was at this moment that he really started to resent Granger and her good intentions. He was saved for a few hours for what? To be tortured for days at a time only to be murdered in the most painful way possible. For Draco had no doubt in his mind that he would not live past a second betrayal. In all honesty he was surprised he lived past a first. Silas's wrath was not one to be taken lightly...Silas would always get what he wanted, and fuck all who stand in his way.

"Finite Incantatum." Draco's limbs loosened, and as soon as they did he jumped to his feet. Silas and Harry were standing there looking at him with similar looks of utter distaste. Being the Slytherin that he is, Draco looked around the room for any possible means of escape, and when he saw none he looked for the nearest corner to cower in.

"I know what the whole you finding me in the hospital wing with my wrists slashed looks like...but I can explain." No you can't...okay talk out of your ass it's the only thing that will save you now. "I spilled a potion on them in class and it seeped through the skin...like battery acid." Okay, it didn't seem that unreasonable.

Silas walked a few steps closer, and Draco officially backed himself into a corner trying to get as far away from the red-eyed boy as possible. "You know Draco I might feel inclined to believe your pathetic lies...if they weren't just that...pathetic." Okay they were bad, but they weren't pathetic. "You don't even have potions class anymore Draco, and even if you did today's Sunday." They were pathetic.

Though he could blame his terrible excuses on the fact that he had about half the blood he was supposed to, or the fact that he was under a lot of pressure seeing as how he was probably an inch from being killed on the spot. Though was he really? Even though he had sorta been pissy with his father lately the man was Voldemort's right hand man. Would Silas dare kill his son? "You can't kill me...Voldemort would be furious." Despite most of the wizarding population, the two in front of him didn't even react at the sound of the dark lord's name. In fact Harry actually smiled and walked forward, invading Draco's secure bubble.

Harry traced Draco's shaky white lips with one of his fingers, and the blond fought the urge to shudder. "Then why are you sweating pureblood?" His head tilted slightly to the side. "If you think no harm can come to you then why do your hands shake so?" Damn, his hands were shaking...but it probably had to do with the fact that Harry was no more than an inch from his face.

"That's enough Harry...leave him alone. I have some questions for him that I desperately need answered." Harry immediately backed away, and went back to his place beside Silas. The boy in question took a small dagger out of his sleeve, slowly making his way towards the trembling blond.

At seeing the blade come out of his shirt, Draco pressed his back further against the wall, trying his hardest to become one with it and get away from this predicament. Silas smiled at this display and walked forwards so that he was standing right in front of him. The small dagger had a snake on the end of it with ruby eyes...Draco was surprised they weren't emeralds.

Silas took the dagger and placed it on the blond boy's chest...Draco didn't even try to hide his shudder this time, and he shut his eyes hoping that it would go fast. "Open your eyes Draco." At this point Draco really didn't know what harm disobeying Silas would do, so he kept his eyes firmly closed.

The weight of the steel that was occupying his chest moved away, and Draco could feel it trace his lips, leaving small cuts all over them where the knife would accidentally pierce through skin. A hot tongue snaked out to lick the blood from his pink lips, and Draco couldn't help but wince at the sudden contact.

"You don't seem to really be in the right state of mind to listen to me spagettio, so I'm going to make it easier on you." Draco could feel the cold steel come to rest on the bridge of his nose. "Open your eyes now, or I'll jab them out of your skull." Never a sucker for punishment, Draco's eyes immediately shot open, coming a little to close for comfort to the point of the dagger.

"That's better now isn't it...now I can see the look of terror in those beautiful silver eyes." The knife slowly slid down his face, being careful not to pierce skin, and came to rest on the creamy white flesh of his Adams apple. Draco gulped at his position, and felt the end of the blade slowly dig into flesh. "Now Draco, you're going to tell me exactly what happened...and every time you lie to me I'll cut something off." The boy leaned into Draco's ear whispering quietly. "And I promise they will be things you'll miss."

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Hermione raced as quickly as she could towards the library with thoughts of Draco still in her head...Thoughts of how she wanted to murder him mainly. Then there were the ever present thoughts of Harry. She was feeling rather stupid for being so blind as to not see the changes in him these past few weeks. Now that she thought back on it she couldn't even believe that she ever even thought that the Harry she knew could act like that in the first place.

Albeit he may have been an ass most of the year, but most of the time it wasn't his fault. Okay so it was his fault for getting involved with Draco in the first place, but at least when the Slytherin was controlling every aspect of his life he wasn't himself doing all the bastardly things he did during that time...No, that had all been the blond ice prince.

Oh well, no use dwelling on things that have already come to pass. The only thing she could do now was try to make them better, and the red head who seemed to be limping around amiously could help her. "Ron! Hey Ron over here!" That's funny he didn't even turn around, maybe he was still pissed at being the one to go get Harry.

Hoping that her new boyfriend wasn't too insanely pissed at her, she rushed up to him and laid a hand on his shoulder. Surprisingly he jumped and whirled on her with eyes that were looking upon her as if they had never seen her in their life. "Ron are you alright?" The red-heads eyes widened at this, and he pointed to himself in question. "Yes you, you dunderhead. Who else named Ron would I be talking to?"

"My...my name's not Ron." He seemed to do a double take. "Wait! What is my name?" Hermione's jaw dropped at that, and she stared dumbfounded at the red head in front of her who seemed to have no idea who she was, or even know himself for that matter.

"You're not serious Ron...you're pulling my leg right?" Ron ran a hand through his hair, and continued to stare at her like she was a complete stranger.

"Listen lady I don't know who the hell you are, so why would I have any reason to pull you leg?" Hermione was steadily getting more worried. She looked upon her boyfriend as he looked around at his settings, looking completely confused about it all. "By the way do you know where we are?...It's the darndest thing but I can't seem to remember how I got here."

"Ron come on stop fooling around. This is no time for games." Before the words left her mouth she knew that Ron wasn't playing around. Even the red head had enough tact not to do this kind of a thing right after he saw Draco in the hospital. She could feel tears start to prickle at her already tear stained eyes. "You really don't remember anything do you?" He gave her a sad look before slowly shaking his head.

She really felt like braking into tears right there, but thought better of it. She needed to stay together right now, because whatever she was going through it couldn't be half as bad as what the red head in front of her was feeling. And she for one didn't think if he saw a girl he just met break out into hysterics in front of him it would make him feel much better...she sure as hell wouldn't.

Slowly she reached out and took one of his hands in her own. He gave her a funny look at the sudden contact, but didn't pull away. "What is the last thing you remember Ron?" Hermione held her breath as she saw Ron seriously thinking about the question he was asked. After staring into space for a few minutes his gaze finally shifted back to her hazel eyes, and they still held no recognition in them.

"I don't know it's hard to describe...I don't really remember anything." Though Hermione was really starting to give up hope she gave Ron's hand a reassuring squeeze.

"I know it's hard Ron, but try alright. Anything you might remember would be helpful...even if it doesn't seem important to you." He started to stare off into space again, and Hermione could see a line in his face crease as it often did when he was thinking too hard about his Transfiguration homework.

"Well there is this one thing...but it's kinda hard to describe." He looked at her as if asking permission to continue.

"Go on, whatever it is you can tell me." Hermione had a sneaky suspicion that she might sound as if she were talking to a small child, but Ron didn't seem to mind. In fact he seemed almost relieved that Hermione wasn't pressuring him to answer.

"Okay you're going to laugh at me for this, because I myself find it strange." He locked eyes with her and took a deep breath before continuing. "There was this person, and he had red eyes." Hermione felt her heart constrict, but she squeezed Ron's hand anyways coaxing him to continue. "He was holding a stick of some kind, and he said something and left...Then the next thing I know you're calling me Ron and asking why I can't remember you."

Hermione felt completely and utterly sick. The red-eyed person that Ron described had to be Silas, and the stick had to be a wand...which means that Silas had erased his memory. All of this was bad enough, but the thing that really kept eating away at her was the fact that she was the one who had sent Ron to find Harry...this was all her fault.

"I know this might sound odd Ron, but I know what happened to you. I'm going to take you to someone who can help you alright?" The red head slowly nodded, and with his hand still in hers she began to lead him to Dumbledore's office. She really didn't know what else to do with him. It was about two feet in when she heard Ron gasp and reach for his ankle.

With her free hand she slapped her head, feeling completely idiotic for forgetting about his injured foot. She quickly pulled out her wand to attend to the injured limb. "Hey you've got one too." Surprised, she looked over at Ron who was pointing at the wand in her hand, and the pieces started to fit together.

"Oh yeah I do...everybody here does." Not really knowing how to go about telling him what she was about to do, she simply added. "I'm going to do something to make your ankle feel better, and then you'll be able to walk on it again." Ron dumbly nodded, but was still staring wide-eyed at the stick in her hand. Really if the situation wasn't so serious she might have actually laughed at her boyfriend's cute facial expressions.

She quickly muttered a mending charm and heard the red head gasp in surprise. "Woah! Bloody hell did you do all that with just that tiny stick?" Shocked by Ron's surprise, all Hermione could do was shakily bob her head. "Wow! it's almost like magic." This time Hermione couldn't help but smile.

"You know Ron I do believe it is." His eyes continued to bulge out of their sockets as she turned and began to drag him down the corridor and towards Dumbledore's office. He was slightly trailing behind her, so to address him she had to completely turn her head. "I'm Hermione by the way...Hermione Granger." Ron smiled sheepishly at her.

"Well Hermione I hope we can become good friends." Hermione smiled back before turning around.

"You know Ron, I do too." They continued to make their way to the headmaster's office. Hermione completely clueless about her library assignment, and Ron just completely clueless.
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Draco stopped breathing at those last words uttered into his ear. The most terrifying part of this predicament was that he knew Silas was completely serious, despite his previous sentiments of giving a shit about him. The dagger moved down to his chest and stopped at the blue pajama top that was carelessly tossed on him when he was brought into the infirmary. Even though he desperately wanted to, Draco dared not shut his eyes due to his previous warnings of such an action. Instead he watched as each and every one of the individual buttons on his top were cut off, leaving his shirt to just fall open and reveal his pale chest for the world to see...or just the two sadistic bastards that were currently in the room.

The knife traced his collar bone and slid down to his stomach, tracing every single one of his abs, before coming to rest right above his crotch. Draco shuddered again and backed himself, if possible, closer to the wall. "What do you want from me?" The knife stayed where it was, and Draco could feel a cold sweat over take him at the possibility about what that knife's position might mean.

Silas was still being eerily quiet, which was really unnerving to Draco who usually couldn't get the boy to shut up. Instead of answering the question nagging on Draco's mind, Silas instead used his free hand to move the cloth draping the blond's shoulder away, allowing the material to fall to the ground. Draco's top half was now fully exposed, and out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn that he saw Harry lick his lips.

Now as vulnerable as Draco felt already, he had a feeling if Silas wished it he could make him feel even more so. Although his top half was naked, the bottom of him was still clothed in blue scrubs held up by a white tie. That little white tie was the only thing that was holding Draco together right now.

The free hand that had recently uncovered his shoulders now went to entwine in his hair. The cold hand began to massage his scalp, and Draco felt oddly comforted by it. In fact he was starting to feel slightly relaxed when a pair of lips covered his. The once friendly hand tightened and pulled so that he was slammed against those wanting lips. Draco really had no choice but to submit, and he barely felt the knife slide up the material of his pants, cutting apart the one thing that was holding him together.

The material fell in an instant, but to Draco it seemed to take an eternity. A cool gush of air came in through the open hallway door, doing its best to give him the shakes and cover him from head to toe in goosebumps, so that his flesh looked like he had just come out of a prickling bush.

The hand that was just in his hair entwined with one of his hands. This surprised Draco, but he didn't object...It's not like he could anyways. Silas, never leaving his hold on the blond's lips, proceeded to remove the two silver rings adorning the blond's thumb and pointer fingers. Having yet to shut his eyes, Draco looked down at his hand to see that there were deep indentions in his fingers from the rings constant wearage.

Draco jumped as the cool steel of the knife slid up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh and continued to head north. Draco thanked whoever was listening that it passed a key point and kept going until it reached his left arm, which was the only one still bandaged. The blond gasped into Silas's mouth as the knife carelessly slid underneath the bandage, cutting about as much flesh as gauze. The considerably bloodier bandage fell to the floor, leaving Draco now completely exposed.

With a quick jerk, Draco was away from the knife, and Silas's lips. Now just doing the best he could to clutch his reinjured arm. "Apparently you didn't hear me last time, and instead wanted me to perform some perverse strip show, but I repeat my question. What the hell do you want from me?"

Silas backed away from Draco, leaving the blond in full view for the demented form of his Harry. Draco found himself disgusted at the way that the boy's tongue practically lulled out of his mouth. Draco was still in a hunched over form clutching his arm, but now he found that with his other arm he could cover himself as much as he could from the two pairs of eyes focused on him.

A tsk was heard from Silas's direction, and Draco, feeling light headed from the sudden blood loss, looked up at the person he once trusted above all others. "Draco, really this performance is unbecoming of a Malfoy...straighten up and make your father proud." Draco actually scoffed at this. He doubted anything he had done this year was becoming of a Malfoy, and as far as his father was concerned, Lucius had deemed his son a failure long ago when he refused to receive the dark mark.

However this was a matter of pride. Draco was scared shitless, and Silas knew he was scared shitless, but that didn't necessarily mean that he had to act like he was. He wasn't able to survive in Slytherin this long without being a good actor, and dammit he would put on a performance if that was what these people wanted.

Slowly Draco released his reopened cut, letting the blood drip and pool on the floor. He then uncovered his most private parts and let them be exposed to the room. With more strength then he knew he had, he straightened his posture and turned his body to face the pair. In a last glorious move his stuck his head high in the air, and pointed his nose down at them as if this was the most normal thing in the world. He looked down on them like they were just scum bothering him with their problems. It really was a glorious sight to behold. In the most calm and authoritive voice Draco could muster he asked his question one more time. "So Silas I ask you again. What is it you want from me?"
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After a grueling half hour of questions that Hermione did her best to avoid, they finally arrived in front of the gargoyle that led to Dumbledore's office. It had just occurred to the girl that she had no idea what the password was. Harry had mentioned something about it always being some sort of candy, but that was rather vague if you asked her. There was literally thousands of types of candies, and only one password for the door. This was going to be harder than she thought.

"Hermione why are we stopped in front of a statue? I thought you said it was important that we get to this Mumblecore right away." Hermione was quickly starting to get annoyed with playing 20 questions, but every time Ron would ask something like this she would remind herself that she would have been the same in his situation if not worse.

"This is where his office is." Pausing for a second she quickly added. "And it's Dumbledore, not Mumblecore." She could have sworn she heard the red-head grumble something about her being daft, but she ignored it doing well not to let her temper rise. "Pepperments." No. "Lemon Drops." Not that either. "Snickers." Didn't budge. "Spree" Not moving. Damn this was going to be a lot harder than she thought.

"Umm Hermione I don't think the gargoyle wants any candy." Hermione slowly turned to face Ron who was staring at her as if she was completely mad.

"I know he doesn't want any candy." She snipped. Ron looked at her as if he seriously doubted that she did. "I'm trying to guess the password for the door.

"And the password for the door is some sort of candy?" Hermione was a little surprised at Ron's quickness...usually when he had his memory it took him a year to figure out the most simple of things. Maybe that's why he was so good at chess...you have a long time to make your decisions.

"That's right." She watched the red-head's face scrunch up in thought, and Hermione found that she couldn't tear her eyes away from its cuteness.

"Mind if I try one?" If it kept him making that face how could she refuse?

"Be my guest." He looked at her like she was crazy again, and knowing that he probably had no idea what that meant she quickly nodded and held out her hand in invitation for him to try.

Ron walked up to the stone wall and stared dubiously at it for a few minutes. Finally Hermione could have sworn she saw an actual light bulb pop on in his head, and what left his mouth would always surprise her. "Swirly twirly gumdrops." Hermione was just about to comment on the ridiculousness of such a possibility for the password, when the statue swung open revealing the revolving staircase. Her mouth hung down to the floor, and it was at that moment that she seriously started to question Dumbledore's competency.

The red head looked oddly at the sudden appearance of a staircase, but said nothing. Instead he once again took Hermione's hand, (making the girl slightly blush) and headed up towards the office at the top. As they got closer and closer to the door they could hear arguing voices...Well she supposed that that wasn't entirely correct. They could hear one arguing voice, and another soft voice trying to calm down the rash one.

Not really thinking that this was such a good time to be interrupting Dumbledore, but not knowing anything in which she could do, Hermione slowly rapped on the oak door hoping that she wouldn't get yelled at. As soon as her knuckles hit the voices in the room died down, and the bushy haired girl suddenly felt rather nervous.

Hermione turned around to make sure that Ron was alright, and the red head didn't even looked fazed by his current surroundings. She assumed that Ron was the kind of person who really didn't get shocked over new things, regardless if he had memories or not. Though she had a sneaky suspicion that the lack of memories might be the reason he wasn't in the least bit upset. After all if you couldn't remember what was supposed to be normal, how could you be scared by anything that wasn't?

"Why Ms. Granger what do we owe this visit to?" Hermione froze right then. She knew that voice, and she really didn't want to hear that voice right now. That voice pissed her off on her best of days, which when she thought back to it, this day had started out to be one of those days. Though after everything that had happened she could definitely jot this one down as one of her worst.

"Mr. Malfoy how wonderful of you to come visit." The girl turned her face from the confused looking red head, and instead turned it to the aristocratic blond in front of her. "If you wouldn't mind getting out of my way I have some rather important business to discuss with the headmaster." Lucius tsked, but none the less moved out of the way to let Hermione through. Ron, however, hadn't budged and was still staring up at the older Malfoy.

"You have really blond hair...did you know?" Lucius was looking at him as if he were mad, and Hermione gave a small embarrassed smile before forcefully pulling Ron into the office with her.

"Dumbledore I really think the Weasley's have had so many kids that they're starting to pop out retarded ones now. Though you can't blame them if they are...under-nourishment will do that to you." Hermione glared at Lucius, as did Dumbledore, but surprisingly enough, and to Hermione's deep embarrassment, Ron started laughing.

The two adults, who didn't know what was going on, were now staring at the red head as if he seriously had lost it. As a matter of fact Hermione knew what was wrong with him and she was still giving him the exact same look.

"You're funny mister...I really wouldn't want to meet one of these Weasleys...They sound like really disgusting people." Lucius opened his mouth to respond, but he looked too shocked to have anything to say, so it promptly closed. Hermione put a hand to her mouth to stop the small giggle that was forming in her throat. Despite how funny that statement might have been coming from the red-head, this was no time to laugh.

Dumbledore looked oddly at Ron before turning his attentions to Hermione. "Hermione...Ron," Again he gave him a curious look. "why don't the both of you take a seat and explain why you're here." Ron was looking all around the office at the various instruments adorning the walls, to the moving photographs of all the previous headmasters, and finally his gaze seemed to settle on the beautiful perched phoenix, Faux, who was looking at him with a cocked head of curiosity.

Hermione saw that Ron seemed to be out of it, so she just took his arm and pulled him over to the three armchairs that were in front of Dumbledore's desk. Lucius, still looking a bit shocked, took the one remaining chair, and seemed to be occupying his time with staring strangely at the red-head.

The girl was about to turn to the blond and tell him to stop staring, but then she thought about the reason he was probably there and her mouth shut. Though Hermione had to admit now that she was looking at the older Malfoy his face was the picture of calm. He didn't even seemed fazed by the fact that his son had almost committed suicide.

She thought that when she saw him his hair might be disheveled, and his clothes wrinkled and not on quite straight, but no, he looked just as perfect as he normally did. It was quite off if she did say so herself, which she didn't, but thinking it was almost as good.

"Ms. Granger you were just about to tell us why you decided to pay us a visit." That snapped her out of her gazing, and she turned to see Dumbledore staring worriedly at her and Ron. Well now or never. Trying to ignore the fact that Lucius was in the room, Hermione went into explanation about how she had found Ron outside the library and how he didn't have a clue who he was.

"I see...do you know who did this to you Ron?" Hermione was just about to let Ron go into his explanation about how it was someone with red eyes, but then she remembered something. Malfoy was in the room! Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Hermione cut in instead.

"He doesn't remember anything!" Dumbledore jumped at Hermione's outburst, Lucius sneered at her, and Ron looked as if he was about to protest, but Hermione didn't let him continue. "Can you get his memory back headmaster?"

Dumbledore's normally twinkling eyes lost their sparkle and he stared sadly at the girl who was suddenly expecting the worst. It wasn't Dumbledore who answered though...it was Malfoy. "Don't be an idiot girl...I thought you were supposed to be smart." Lucius smiled to himself as if Ron's memory loss was a personal accomplishment for him. "You know very well that the boy's memories can't be recovered...He'll have to go to St. Mungos and be rehabilitated just like everybody else."

Hermione felt like a thousand knives were piercing her heart at once. The thought that right after her and Ron had finally got together that everything would be suddenly ripped apart was too hard to bare. That and the fact that this was entirely her fault. Sure the incantation didn't come from her wand, but it might as well have. She looked sadly at Ron, who looked as if somebody just told him Santa Clause wasn't real for the first time. She felt her heart breaking, but not just for her, she felt her heart break for Ron and what he might be going through right now.

Her gaze then turned to Lucius who had a triumphant smirk on his face and she suddenly felt rage fill her chest cavity. "Well at least now we won't have to worry about one of them reproducing...I don't think many people want to jump the bones of someone who's lost his mind." That did it for Hermione. The girl jumped up from her chair, red in the face, and turned towards the still smirking blond.

"You horrible horrible man!" At first the older Malfoy seemed shocked, but his smirk soon widened at her obvious troubles. "How can you just sit there smirking at someone else's pain?!" Lucius ran a hand through his blond tresses...The smirk had still yet to leave his face.

"What can I say...it's a gift." Heroine was seeing red by this time, and the last of her temper exploded out of her.

"You are the most horrible selfish sadistic bastard I have every met...No wonder your son tried to kill himself!" She really hadn't meant to rub salt in his wound, but he didn't seem to mind tormenting Ron in his time of pain. Lucius however didn't seem like he wanted to torment anyone anymore. He was staring at her with wide eyes, and he had gone completely white in the face. The smirk that had previously covered his face was no where to be seen.

"What are you talking about girl?" Hermione's face fell. There was worry etched deep into the blond's face, and his voice was slightly shaking. When Hermione couldn't give him an answer he turned worried gray eyes to Dumbledore, who looked both upset and pissed at the same time. "What's she talking about Dumbledore?"

Dumbledore straightened in his chair. He shot a disappointed look to Hermione, who immediately lowered her head in shame. She then preceded to sit back down in the chair she had previously been occupying. The headmaster turned his eyes to Malfoy. "Lucius I think it's time we had a talk...There's something you need to know."
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"Now that's the Draco Malfoy I know and love." Draco did his best to glare at the two smirking figures staring at him right now. If this was his time to die though, he would be damned if he would let Silas make a fool of him.

"Lies don't become us Silas. There's nothing in this world that you love...Well except maybe yourself." Silas smiled, and Harry looked as if he was either offended or about to break out into laughter...neither would surprise Draco.

"My my Spagettio aren't we just a feisty little ferret this evening?" At this Harry really did break out into giggles. Draco first glared at him for laughing, and then at Silas for calling him what the Gryffindors did. It didn't seem to faze the red eyed boy. Harry finally straightened himself up, but Draco was pretty sure that if somebody said something he would go back to his previous state.

"Is it true that you were really turned into a ferret?" Draco narrowed his eyes to tiny pin pricks, and focused his hatred towards Silas.

"Was it that necessary to tell him that?" Silas put his hands up in mock defense, and Harry once again began to giggle.

"Don't look at me. Despite how much I would like to take credit for getting your feathers so ruffled, I wasn't the one who told him."

Between giggles Harry managed to get out. "It was the stupid mudblood girl." Great, just great. As if Draco didn't already have enough reasons to despise the Gryffindor know it all.

"Awesome...but now back to the point. What are you going to do to me?" Harry sobered up, and Silas's smirk turned to a frown.

"Well that depends." Draco rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Depends on what Silas?" Silas once again walked towards Draco, entwining his hand in the blond's hair. Draco for his part did his best not to flinch.

"On how much you told Dumbledore before Harry got to you." Draco gulped, and even though he wanted to, he couldn't tear his gaze from Silas's red eyes.

"I didn't tell him anything." The hand pulled on his hair rather hard, and when Silas revealed his hand Draco saw that a bloody clump of blond was in the palm.

"For fucks sakes, what the hell did you do that for!?...I told you I didn't say anything!" Draco massaged his bleeding scalp, hoping beyond hope that he didn't have a bald patch now.

"Didn't you just tell me Draco that lies don't become us?" Silas went out to stroke the spot of hair he had just destroyed, but Draco flinched away. Seemingly annoyed Silas grabbed onto Draco's wrists and pulled him towards himself. Draco jerked backwards, but it did him little good...Silas had a good hold. "I know you must have told him something Ko...so just tell me what it is and it will be a lot less painful for you. I don't want to hurt you."

"Liar!" It was true, Silas was totally lying on that point. He liked to hurt people more than Draco himself...and that was really saying something. Silas gave him a half hearted smirk before squeezing on the blond's wrists. Draco cried out and once again tried to jerk away.

"Regardless. I am going to ask you questions, and if you don't answer them I am going to hurt you." In a moment of bravery Draco didn't know he had, he spit in Silas's face. This didn't seem to go over well with him though, for Draco was thrown rather painfully against the nearest wall. His head slammed against the concrete, and he could see stars. He felt a warm liquid begin to slide through his hair, and he had no doubt in his mind that it was blood.

"That was quite rude Malfoy...Didn't your parents ever teach you manners?" Draco watched as Silas wiped the last traces of saliva out of his eye.

"Fuck you!" Silas wiped his hand against the couch, looking down towards the crumpled blond.

"All in good time Draco...but first the questions." Draco, despite the pain throughout his body, did his best to sneer at the three Silas's that he could see. "Now what did you tell Dumbledore about me?" He put a hand to his head, trying to straighten himself up as much as he could.

"Nothing you ego centric psycho. There are thousands of galaxies in the world with thousands of planets revolving around a sun and that sun is not YOU!" Now where in the hell had that come from?...He really needed to get better insults. When an insult made the person you were telling it to smile, you know it's not all that effective.

Draco stared wearily as Silas walked closer and closer to him. The sad part was that he didn't think he would have had the strength to move if he wanted to. Instead he just dumbly sat there staring up. He had all but forgotten that he was naked, and even if he hadn't he would have told his modesty to go to hell. He really didn't even have the strength to care anymore.

A boot shot out and landed in Draco's stomach. The blond doubled over and made some terrible gurgling sound as he fought to breathe again after getting the wind knocked out of him. "Now Draco, if you want this pain to stop, tell me what you told Dumbledore."

Both hands were securely wrapped around the blond's stomach, but he took the time and effort to use one of the hands to give Silas the finger. He really didn't know why he was fighting this so much, but when Dumbledore told him there was hope to get Harry back he had never felt happier. He would never get Harry back if he betrayed the one person who could help him.

"I don't know what you think you're fighting for brat...but I can assure you it's a worthless cause." The boot shot out again, and this time connected with his face. Draco reached up to his bleeding nose, knowing without a doubt that it was broken. "Voldemort will be dead soon, and I'll be the new dark lord...Dumbledore won't stand a chance against me."

Draco now had barely any strength left, and he wasn't sure how his blood was fairing, but never the one to disappoint, he put two hands underneath him and shakily lifted himself to a crouched position. "That's always been your problem Silas...you're too full of yourself. It will no doubt be your downfall one of these days." Draco's voice sounded oddly muffled due to his nose, but he tried to make himself understandable.

"Do you really think so? Well despite if that may be true, I can honestly say my death date will be much later than your own." Draco spat some of the blood that had dripped into his mouth from his nose to the ground, and again turned a death glare to Silas.

"Oh really? I didn't know you were so good at Divination...maybe you should do my homework." Draco heard a small chuckle come from Harry, which, after a glare from Silas, was soon covered up with a cough.

"You're not funny." Draco grinned despite his current condition.

"He thinks I'm funny." Draco didn't really know if that was saying much, but he knew it would get on Silas's nerves.

"Yes, well he's a dumbass who will laugh if somebody were to say the word poo."

"Hey..." One glare from Silas silenced any protest Harry might have had. Draco had a little mental image of a whip cracking.

Caught up in his imagination, he didn't notice how Silas had gotten considerably closer. He did notice however when a hand was placed on his head. He glared up at the smirking face who seemed to know something he didn't. He slowly began petting Draco's injured head, and the blond noticed how Silas's normally pale hand turned quite red.

"My little blood splattered dragon." Draco was starting to feel more and more woozy, and he was quite sure that he had a concussion, but he still managed to look up into Silas's eyes. The boy's face had softened from its earlier murderous tone, and was now staring down on him with something close to admiration. "You really don't know how beautiful you are, do you?"

Time stopped for Draco. Time stopped and then started to go in reverse. He could see Harry lying there in his arms saying that to him when he thought he was asleep. He could see him blush when Draco responded and ruined his solitary moment. He could see his sparkling green eyes as he tackled him in the ground. He could see the hurt and confusion in them when he didn't know what was going on. He could see Harry! Suddenly the thought of Silas saying that about him made him ill. It was like the greatest perversion he could think of, and he couldn't let it go on anymore.

Using the last of his strength Draco pounced forward, taking Silas by surprise. He managed to knock him over and was now sitting on his waist punching any area he could find. After a more deadly punch to the face, Silas seemed to come to his senses and rolled them over so now he was the one who was one top.

He pinned the blond's struggling arms above his head, and placed a knee in-between his thighs making Draco gasp. He opened his silver eyes to stare into furious red ones. "You, Draco, should not have done that."
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"What's she talking about Albus? Where's my son?" Hermione opened her mouth and quickly inserted her foot. The looks traveling around the room could make the bravest people run away screaming. They ranged from Dumbledore's steely gaze, to Lucius fiery eyes of silver that looked like they could melt somebody with just the smallest looks, and finally to Ron who looked completely confused on the very dangerous situation they were in at the moment. As a matter of fact she wouldn't be all that surprised if he actually did take her advice and run.

"Draco's fine Lucius...He's in the hospital wing right now." Lucius looked as if telling him that his son was fine because he was in the hospital wing was the craziest statement he had ever heard.

Lucius sucked in a much needed breath, and in the calmest voice it seemed he could muster asked his next question. "What happened to him?" At the last word his voice cracked ever so slightly. It was at that moment that Hermione began to see Malfoy in a whole new light. She had thought that he was just a cold hearted death eater follower who wished her kind dead and would do anything to please his master. Though he was all those things, she saw something else that she had never seen before. Lucius was also a father, and at this moment he wasn't in death eater garb trying to kill anybody. No, right now he was just another parent worried about his son.

"Lucius your son has been going through some serious emotional difficulties lately, and because of this he..." Lucius shot up from the chair he had been occupying.

"I don't want to hear your drabble! What's wrong with my son?!" Hermione gasped as she watched the older Malfoy yell into what some considered the most powerful wizard in the world's face.

"Lucius please sit back down and I will be glad to explain everything to you." The blond was still glaring at Dumbledore, but took a seat anyways. There was a tap on Hermione's shoulder so she turned to see Ron staring at her obviously very confused. She didn't think it would be right to explain what was going on to him right now, that and she didn't even know if she could, instead she just put a finger up to her mouth and bade him to be quiet.

"As I was saying earlier Draco has serious issues. Something happened...I haven't figured out what yet, but something happened that made him snap and he decided to take his own life." Hermione heard Lucius suck in a breath through pursed lips and turn even paler than he was earlier. If you looked you could see him trying to get his emotions back under control. His face kept contorting to anger, but then he would take a deep breath and it would go back to normal again.

"Is he going to be alright?" Hermione felt pity for the older Malfoy, and she was suddenly overcome with sadness. Not really caring what Ron thought about it at the time, she grabbed onto his clammy hand, holding it for support. She saw his neck turn slightly red at the action, but he didn't pull away.

"He lost a lot of blood, but if he rests and doesn't strain himself he should be fine." Hermione couldn't believe how sympathetic she was feeling towards the death eater, but she couldn't help but show him pity. As she was feeling sorry for him a thought occurred to her.

"Hang on." Everybody's eyes turned to her. "If you didn't know about Draco, then why are you here?" The thought had previously occurred to her that he looked way too calm. Of course he could have came because of Crabbe's letter, but he surely wouldn't have been that dumb to not tell him what was wrong.

Lucius's voice turned cold. "What is it with you Gryffindors? You just have to make trouble for everyone don't you?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at that.

"I'm sorry sir, but what the hell does that mean?" Dumbledore cleared his throat, and Hermione blushed from saying that in front of him.

"Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy was here discussing personal business with me."

"About what?" Hermione didn't even stop to think that this probably wasn't any of her business. Her thirst for knowledge could never be quenched, and this wasn't an exception.

"Tell me Granger where was your precious Potter when the person he claimed to love tried to kill himself?" Hermione opened her mouth to say 'plotting evil schemes with Voldemort's child' but then she closed it. That really wouldn't do would it? Rethinking what she was allowed to say she finally settled with.

"What does that have to do with anything?" Hermione saw a half smirk form on the blond's face. Reaching down to his briefcase, the older Malfoy pulled what looked to be an old 8 millimeter film out.

Confusion was running high for Hermione. She stared at the film in hand, wondering what it had to do with anything. "Do you know what this is?" The question was obviously addressed to her, because from what she could see Dumbledore didn't look at all surprised to see the film. She shook her head, not really knowing what else to say. "This, Granger, is a film Potter and my son made while at school here. A house elf found it while he was cleaning Draco's room." Hermione was actually surprised by this, seeing as how there were laws against muggle electronics at Hogwarts...but then an old 8 millimeter film wasn't electric so it might actually work.

"So they made a film...What's your point?" Lucius's eyes turned to steel, and after a knowing look shared between Dumbledore and himself, he turned back to her.

"My point girl is that this film shows your precious savior to be nothing more than a traitor...wanna see it?"
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Draco gasped as the knee between his thighs dug in further, crushing things he really didn't want crushed. "Is it all worth it Draco? Is that cry baby brat worth all of this?" Despite the pain he was in, Draco kicked forward and managed to connect with Silas's stomach. It wasn't that hard of a kick, but it managed to get Silas off of him. After assuring his freedom, he rolled as far away as he could.

"Don't you dare talk about him! You have no right to even speak his name!" Draco's vision was going in and out, but instead of worrying about that he just tried his hardest to remain conscious. His head was lying against the cold wood floor, and he found that his entire eyesight seemed to be slanted. He watched as Harry walked over, helping Silas to his feet. His chest burned and he was finding it increasingly difficult to breathe, but he refused to give in.

"Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry. Harry." Silas knelt down in front of Draco with scowl on his face. "There I said his name...Now what are you going to do about it?" The truth was Draco had no idea what he would do about it, or if he could even do it if he did. He found that he was sadly lacking in the strength department. He didn't even think he could move if he wanted to.

"Ummm Silas, I think he's dying." Draco made a gurgling sound from the floor, but that was about all he could do in response to Harry's evaluation.

"Nah really? How fucking perceptive of you. Tell me why is it that I keep you around?" From what Draco could see Harry looked extremely put out by that, if not a little pissed.

"Who took the jam out of your donut?" Silas turned to face Harry, leaving Draco completely ignored for the time being.

"You did Harry! You took the fucking jam out of my donut when you let this fucking nut twit do this to himself." Draco rolled over from his stomach to his back, trying to get enough energy and leverage to stand up.

"I did that? I did it!? How the hell was I supposed to stop him? He put wards on his room to keep me out!" Draco tipped his head back, and reached his arm out to grab onto the leg of the chair sitting by him.

"Well maybe he wouldn't have locked you out if you weren't trying to jump his bones every second like an idiot!" Draco pulled on the leg of his chair and tried to hoist himself up. He held back a whimper when he felt his wound on his wrist split open.

"You told me to do that!" Draco was half way up, and he using his other arm, he gained better leverage on the chair.

"Oh I did did I? I told you to stalk him till he slit his wrists?!" Feeling more light headed than ever, Draco pushed himself up on his haunches, and with more strength than he thought he had he pulled himself to his feet.

"Yes actually you did. You said, and I quote 'help him relax by shagging him senseless...use any means necessary'" Once on his feet Draco felt like he would fall right back down. He had to grab onto his new favorite chair just to support himself. Besides his obvious pain, he still couldn't help but roll his eyes at their bickering.

"Better put a leash on your little girlfriend Silas...She's starting to get a mind of her own." That stopped their bickering at least. Silas turned around and Harry's gaze merely traveled to where Draco was standing on his own...He felt so proud. Although after a few seconds he had to result to using his chair again.

"Well look at you Malfoy...My big boy's all grown up." Draco wasn't sure what that meant, but he chose to scoff at it anyways...It was the principle of the thing.

"Silas he really doesn't look good...seriously he looks dead." Draco's face darkened at that. Being the stuck up vain brat that he was, even in this predicament he still took any negative comment of his looks as the ultimate insult.

"Now I suggest that you two pricks let me go and take me back to Hogwarts before someone comes looking for me." Okay it was a one in a million shot, but it was still a shot. Okay due to that maniacal smile on Silas' face the odds dropped to zero.

"Take you back? What would make you think that I would ever let you go back?" Draco gulped in fear as Silas reached into the coat pocket he was wearing and pulled out a wand. "Now I'm sorry Draco, but seeing as how you're not being too cooperative, I'm afraid this is the end...but I can't say it hasn't been fun. You really are wonderful in bed."

People always say how before you die your life flashes through your eyes. That can't be said for the blond Slytherin. His life in fact didn't flash through his eyes, because he was too fucking scared to think. He shut his eyes waiting for the end, but then decided against it. If he was going to die he would die with his Malfoy honor...If he was going to die he wouldn't die a coward.

Draco put his head up in the air and stared straight into the eyes of his soon to be murderer. "Do your worst." Silas smirked before rising his wand.

"Avada..." Draco had shut his eyes at that, but the last part never came. In fact when he opened his eyes he saw that the other two members of the room were both clutching their forearms. With what looked to be a permanently etched scowl, Silas looked first at Harry to confirm that his mark was burning too, and then at Draco. "You got lucky Spagettio...I will be back for you though. Don't die on me and ruin my fun." That said he grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him out into the open hallway, slamming the door shut on his way out. Draco heard the door click and then lock, confirming his early suspicions that they were going to lock him in the room. That didn't really matter all that much though, because, after seeing that they were gone, he promptly fell to the ground as everything went black.
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"What are you talking about, Harry's not a traitor!?" After the words left her mouth Hermione automatically realized her mistake. Harry was a traitor, but Malfoy found this in Draco's room, and the last time Harry had been there was Christmas, and Harry actually wasn't a traitor then.

"Oh believe me he is. Would you like proof?...It's all here." Hermione scowled at the film in the blond's hand, and wished it would start fire. This was all that she needed...one more reason to distrust Harry.

"I want to see it!" Hermione scowled at the over-enthusiastic red head beside her, and instead of lecturing him, she turned pleading eyes to Dumbledore. For his part Dumbledore seemed to be completely ignoring her pleas.

"Show the film Lucius...and we'll get this all straightened out." Hermione looked shocked at this and turned her shocked face to Dumbledore so that he could see it. How could he suggest such a thing!? Neither of the adults seemed to care about her feelings on the matter one way or another. Lucius took out an old projector and pointed it at one of the blank walls in the headmaster's office. Despite herself Hermione turned so that she could see the screen. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that everyone else in the room had done the same thing.

Hermione sighed. "Oh well play it...It can't be any worse than Battlefield Earth." The three other occupants of the room looked at her strangely, and she realized that she had spoken out loud. With a wave of her hand she dismissed their inquiries. Turning to look at the screen which had begun to play the film.

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"Now how does this stupid thing work Potter?" They looked to be in a clearing in the forest. Well not they, it was just Harry standing there smiling at the camera, but the drawl that came from behind it was definitely Draco.

"I told you Draco just point and shoot...You really have problems with muggle inventions don't you?" The camera moved around so that everything went blurry, and when the picture came back you could see both of the boys. The camera lay on the tripod that Harry had transfigured.

"Yes, actually I do have a problem with dumb muggle things...Remind me again why I was dragged away from my busy life to come play with you and your dumb machines." Harry started laughing, and backed away as an annoyed looking Slytherin starting walking closer to him.

"I told you it's so we can remember us...and don't look at me like that." Harry was still walking backwards to escape the blond, who seemed to have taken up the role as a predator stalking his prey. Harry's back hit a tree and he gave up escaping the prowling Slytherin. Draco looked quite proud of himself and closed the distance between them, using his arms to pin him to the tree.

"You mean that if I fuck you, I can use this later on to jack off to when you're not around?" As an obvious afterthought he added. "And why can't I look at you this way?" Draco leaned forward to connect their faces, but Harry turned his head to avoid the kiss. Though from the smile on his face he didn't seem too upset.

"Because it makes me uncomfortable, and no we are not going to make a porn!" With one hand Draco turned Harry's face towards him and claimed his lips. He soon pulled away though.

"What's a porn?" There was obvious confusion in his voice, and Harry started to brake out into giggles. "Hey who gave you the right to laugh at me!" The blond reached out and started tickling Harry, which only made him laugh louder. "Come on tell me or you'll get more torture."

Harry slid down the tree, his laughter had started and he was looking up seriously at Draco. In a very teacher like voice he went into his explanation. "A porn Draco is a muggle film that shows people participating in erotic sexual intercourse." This time it was Draco who started laughing.

"You've got to be fucking with me...even muggles couldn't be that weird." Draco slid down to sit on Harry's right. They were both leaning against the same tree trunk. "Do people actually like watching other people have sex?" Harry giggled, but with a stern look from Draco hid it with a cough.

"You'd be surprised." Harry leaned a head against the blond's shoulder, but than he looked up at Draco as if asking permission. He got an okay nod in answer. "As fun as talking about muggle fetishes has been...is this really what you want in our video?" In a extreme intimate gesture Draco reached over and began stroking the raven haired boy's hair.

"Of course it is." Harry looked up into Draco's eyes, obviously surprised by that answer. "Why would I want something scripted? This is how we really act, so this is how we should remember ourselves acting." Harry leaned forward, gently touching their lips together. Draco pulled the boy closer, and soon it was a full blown snogging session.
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The camera cut to a bedroom. Harry was lying bare chested on green and black silk sheets. The initials D.M. were clearly etched into his skin, but they hadn't scarred yet. Draco walked in front of the camera in only black boxers...he was rather sweaty....so was Harry.

"I still don't get why you wouldn't let me record when we were doing it." Draco walked over to the bed and pushed Harry backwards so that he could sit on his stomach, making what sounded like a grunt escape him during the process.

"Is that all you ever think about? You really are insufferable..." The blond's finger began to trail the few day old marks on his lover's chest and looked over, rubbing both of their noses together.

"All I'm saying is that if you really loved me as much as you say you do, you'd let me fuck you on camera." Draco trailed lower and began vibrating his lips all up and down Harry's stomach, stopping just short of his belly button.

"Oh because that's just the greatest act of love isn't...shagging on camera." A pink tongue peaked out of Draco's mouth swirling Harry's bellybutton and making him giggle.

"You guessed it love." Harry grabbed a black velvet pillow from next to his head and threw it as hard as he could at the Slytherin.

"Pig!" Draco jumped up and rolled Harry over so that he was on top.

"I may be a pig, but I'm a pig that you love." Harry shook his head at the blond who had a huge grin on his face.

"You're never going to let me live that down are you?" Draco's hand traveled to Harry's ass, which was only covered in a black silk sheet.

"Nope!" Harry smiled before touching their noses together again. He leaned down until their lips were almost touching.

In what was practically a whisper, he managed to get out the word "Insufferable..." Before their mouths crashed together.
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The camera seemed to be moving around before it fell off the tripod and onto the floor. A sweatshirt was quickly thrown over it, making the entire picture a purplish black. "What are you doing here?" The voice was shaky and rushed, but there was no doubt that it was Harry's.

A harsh laugh was heard, and footsteps walked closer to where the camera was hidden. "I came to congratulate you on receiving your first assignment." The voice was cold and unfamiliar. What sounded like a growl came from Harry's throat at that statement.

"You bastard you did that on purpose! I don't want to kill anyone! I DON'T BLOODY WANT TO KILL ANYONE, DO YOU HEAR ME!?"

"Yes Harry I heard you...In fact I think the whole world heard you...but that doesn't change the fact that you are going to kill someone."

"I won't! You can't make me Silas...You can't make me kill Snape." The floor shook, as Harry no doubt collapsed upon it.

"Yes you will!" A fist pounded into the floor and then a gasp of pain was heard from Harry.

"No! I joined Voldemort because you told me to, but I won't kill him for you."

"Not for me Harry...for your lord." A sniffle could be heard, and when Harry spoke again his voice was laced with sadness.

"I swear I won't do it...I'd rather die than kill him! ...No matter how big of a git he is." Fabric rustled, and from the sounds of it Silas had leaned down beside Harry.

"You will, or he'll die...You don't want that to happen do you?"

"Of course not! I'd never let anything happen to him...especially not on my account."

"So you'll do it?" Another sniffle could be heard.

"Yes....."

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"No!" Hermione was almost frantic by the time the film was over. Ron had told her that Harry had done something terrible, but never that. He didn't really kill Snape...he couldn't have. "He couldn't have killed Snape!"

"Oh, is that what you're yelling about?" Lucius had a hint of amusement in his voice. "I assure you he did...Did it in my kitchen right in front of me if you want to know the truth. But I was already aware of that. The other part interests me far more." Hermione looked at the older Malfoy through tear streaked eyes.

"You...you LIAR! Harry would never kill anybody...you liar..." Ron, who didn't have a clue about what was happening, put a hand on the girl's shoulder to offer her some comfort.

"Ms. Granger what Mr. Malfoy says is correct...He informed me of that some time ago." Hermione stopped glaring at Malfoy to turn her attentions to Dumbledore. "However Lucius, I believe you are here because you just learned that Harry has had ties with the dark prince for awhile now, are you not?" Lucius nodded, suddenly looking quite angry. Hermione kept looking back and forth between the two adults wondering when she got left out of everything.

"I'm afraid that I knew about that also...Draco informed me a couple of weeks back." Lucius was once more on his feet.

"Draco informed you? And how would Draco know of this!?" Dumbledore leaned forward and rested his head on his hands.

"Your son, Lucius, came to me and informed me of his and Silas's plot to overthrow Voldemort...It involved Harry, so he wished it to stop with my help." Lucius was staring wide-eyed at the headmaster.

"Plot to overthrow the dark lord?...You can't be serious? I don't care how powerful the boy is...it can't be done."

"After Silas got the information from the prophecy he knew that the only way to succeed in the plan was to use Harry, that's where Draco came in." A light bulb clicked on in Hermione's brain, and without really even thinking blurted out.

"Do you mean that Draco started the relationship with Harry because of orders from Silas!?" Dumbledore slightly nodded then gave her a look that told her that she should remain silent.

"Dumbledore I wish to see my son." The old man nodded before getting out of his chair. He motioned for the others to do the same. As they were getting up Hermione thought back to earlier in the conversation and felt stupid she hadn't picked up on it before.

"Malfoy earlier you said you had already informed Dumbledore about Harry...why would you do that?" Lucius stopped in his tracks, giving the girl a half smirk.

"You didn't really think that Snape could do it all by himself did you?" Hermione's jaw dropped to the ground. Lucius Malfoy a spy...now she'd heard it all.
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