Discoveries and Revelations

A/N: Hey guys! Thank you to all those who read and reviewed chapter one of this fic. It's my first DM/HP fic so it really meant a lot to me when I got to see that you guys liked it. Anyway, here's chapter two, and I hope you'd still continue reading it. Chapter three is already in the works, so hopefully the wait won't be as long as this one. :)

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“You mean ---“



“Yes Potter. If I hadn’t killed him, he would have suffered much longer --- a very long and agonizing pain --- before he would have eventually died. If he died at all, after drinking that blasted potion in the cave where the supposed horcrux is located.”



Harry stared at Snape, his brows furrowed in confusion. He turned towards Draco, but the blond only shrugged.



Snape gave an exasperated sigh and stared at Harry for a few seconds before continuing on.



“The Headmaster would have become one of the Inferi.”



Both Draco and Harry stifled gasps.



“Hang on,” Harry suddenly interrupted. How’d you know about what Dumbledore and I did there? I thought we were the only two people who knew about that?!”



Snape scowled at Harry. “Dumbledore may not be the most powerful wizard of all—“



Harry was about to cut Snape off with a snarl, but the older man held his right hand up stiffly, stopping the words before they even spilled out of Harry’s mouth.



“Let me finish first, Potter,” Snape bit out through gritted teeth. Harry immediately shut his mouth. He averted his gaze to the floor and continued listening to Snape quietly.



“As I was saying…Dumbledore was not the most powerful wizard of all, but he was definitely the most intelligent and cunning of them all. He already had a very good idea of what he was getting himself into. He knew he had to drink that vile liquid, and he knew that the potion would possibly kill him or turn him into an Inferi. He had everything planned out --- which included informing me about it all --- and had asked me to do whatever it takes to save you.”



“And that meant killing him just like that?!” Harry suddenly shouted, not being able to contain his anger any longer.

“That and the fact that I made an unbreakable pact with Narcissa --- Draco’s mother --- to carry out Draco’s mission in case he could not do so himself. Dumbledore knew about that as well, and made me promise that Draco will not turn into a murderer like his father. In a way, you could say that I had his blessing.”



Harry was now reeling with the information he just received. He stood up shakily and blinked twice before facing Snape.



“I-I had better let you two rest --- a-and, you can go shower now, Malfoy,” he paused and took a deep, shaky breath. He clenched the back of the chair he was sitting on, as if to support himself.



“I-uh-Professor, y-you’ll be bunking in with Professor Lupin. You, Malfoy, will, uh, be staying here with me.”



Draco was about to protest, but Snape stopped him with a glare.



Harry absent-mindedly dug in his trunk and handed Draco a towel. “Bathroom’s right across the hall,” with that, Harry stepped out of his room and down the stairs.



Wow. This must have really come as a big shock to Potter for him to be this disoriented. He even called Snape professor! Draco thought to himself. And he didn’t even once snap or snarl at me after Snape finished with his story!

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Harry was feeling a mixture of emotions that he couldn’t quite place. All he knew was that he had to leave that place.



It was still coming down in torrents outside, but he didn’t care. He sprinted down the stairs to the empty receiving area and opened the broom closet. He grabbed his Firebolt and stepped outside in the pouring rain. He lifted his face and felt the rain wash over his face. He welcomed the cool, soothing feeling it gave him as he stepped over his broom and flew off, hoping the rain would be able to soothe his now frayed sanity.

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Draco took his sweet time in the shower. Aside from being a highly hygienic person, he also hated how the dried and tacky blood was starting to feel on his face and body. Being in the shower also gave him the time, space and privacy to ponder all the information that he got from Snape and Harry’s reactions towards what Snape had told them. Knowing how focused Harry can be, seeing him in such a frazzled and vulnerable state was new to Draco. He smirked at this thought.



So, the Boy-Who-Lived is not so perfect after all…



He turned his face towards the pouring water and closed his eyes. He frowned as another train of thought entered his mind.



Dumbledore knew that Voldemort had ordered him to kill the Headmaster. And he had also known that Voldemort threatened to kill my mother if I did not succeed?



Draco sighed and bowed his head, letting the water wash away all his anxiety.



Draco stayed in that position --- head bowed down, both arms outstretched in front of him, palms braced against the cool tiles, feet apart --- until he started to feel the water go cold. But he didn’t move a muscle. He stayed in that position until he started shivering violently. If it was because of the cold or the suddenly settling fear in his stomach, he had no idea. He turned the shower off and grabbed his towel. He remembered his mother and wished with all his heart that she was safe (well, at least as safe as anyone could be nowadays) with her relatives in France.



The last time he saw her --- as she was about to floo to Marseilles --- he had promised her that he will follow her soon. But she insisted that he stay with Snape and follow his godfather’s every order. He obliged, albeit grudgingly, of course. He was still planning on following his mother there, but he’ll now do it once everything is normal and safe once again.



He finished drying himself off and then remembered that he didn’t have any clothes in there. He didn’t have any clothes in that house at all! A growl escaped from his lips as the heel of his palm met his forehead with a loud smack.



That was stupid! Draco reprimanded himself.



He wrapped the towel around his hips and stepped out of the bathroom. He padded over to Harry’s room and walked in. Almost immediately, he jumped back and his hand went straight to his bare chest when he saw the dark, dripping wet figure that was sitting on the bed, soaking the sheets in the process.



It took Draco a good minute to finally realize who it was.



“Merlin, Potter! Were you planning to scare the shit out of me?!”



Hearing no retort from Harry, Draco decided to plow on with the scathing remarks.



“Were you out in the pouring rain, Potter? Planning to drown yourself like a rat?”



Silence, still, from the raven-haired boy. Draco smirked.



“Get off the bed then, Potter. You’re drenching it with all that rain water. I, for one, do not wish to sleep on a soaked bed. It’s bad enough I have to sleep in a room with you, of all people ---“



“Will you stop it already?!” Harry suddenly snarled at Draco, leaving the blond wide-eyed and temporarily dumbfounded. Harry jumped from the bed and faced Draco, his emerald eyes blazing with so much rage and hatred.



“Look, I’m sorry you have to stay here, and I’m sorry that your fairytale life didn’t end the way all fairytales do. I’m sorry about your mother, a-and your situation with Voldemort, and everything else that got screwed up in your life! Not everybody can have this peachy little life that I have right?” Harry bit out sarcastically.



“yeah, not everybody would be orphaned before they could even walk, or be maltreated and abused over and over again by the people who were supposed to be family. Or even have this great foreboding future ahead of them where imminent death is waiting by the door. And I’m sorry that not everyone’s life is as great as mine, coz really, I am just blessed like that! The Boy-Who-Lived, right? Yep, that’s me…nothing could ever go wrong in my life, coz I’m the one fated to duel Voldemort until one of us is dead.”



Harry breathed out slowly, trying to keep whatever’s left of his raging emotions in check. He sank down to the floor and leaned his head against the bed. He took out his wand and with a wave, dried himself, the bed, and the carpet.



“You can choose whichever room you want or whoever you want to bunk with in this house,” Harry muttered so softly, Draco had to strain to hear him. “Just stop your fucking bitching.”



Draco stood rooted in his place when Harry started lashing out at him. He was stunned to complete silence, not just by what he heard, but also by the amount of power that seemed to envelope the room as Harry threw a fit. He tried to get his wits about for a few minutes as he stared at Harry’s unmoving body, although everything that Harry had said were still reverberating in his ears and in his mind.



“Uh…I Think I’ll be just fine staying here with you,” he managed to squeak out. He cleared his throat and walked towards Harry slowly, his steps tentative, not knowing if it would be okay to ask such an insignificant and petty little thing as what he was about to ask. But he had to…his arse was starting to freeze with just a towel wrapped around his waist.



“Uh, Harry?”



The other boy did not look up, nor even acknowledged that he had heard Draco. The blond decided to go ahead and ask anyway. His arse was really about to go numb.



“D-do you think I can borrow some clothes from you? I haven’t got a change of clothes with me here, you see.”



Harry nodded without looking at him and pointed his wand to a drawer. It flew open and a pair of faded jeans, white socks, boxers, and a black shirt flew into Draco’s arms. Harry stood up shakily after that and headed out the door. Draco bit his lips and called out to him.



“Hey Potter. Uh, thanks for this. A-and I-I’m sorry for ---“



Harry’s shoulder tensed visibly at the mention of his last name, but immediately relaxed when he heard Draco thank him and apologize as well. He threw a glance over his shoulder as he cut off Draco’s statement.



“I’ll have to buy you some clothes tomorrow, if it stops raining. You can’t keep on borrowing my clothes now, can you?”



With that, Harry stepped out of the room, closing the door gently behind him, and once again leaving a confused Draco Malfoy inside the bedroom.

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A/N2: Once again, please read and review. Since this is my first HP/DM fic, your comments and reactions will really mean a lot to me. :)