Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: Sorry I took so long to update. Things have been crazy to say the least. Thanks for hanging in there.

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Chapter 20: Deliverance and Diatribes

Draco tore himself out of Pansy’s grasp and shoved her away from him. His fist tightened and he willed himself to not punch her right in the mouth. His mind ran through several hexes that would cause a slow painful death, though none of them were good enough for the torture he wanted to expose her to.

Pansy tilted her head to the side and winked at him. Winked!

Draco gritted his teeth and he glared at her, his fingers clenching together to make balled fists.

Pansy stared back at him, her lips quirking into a malicious sneer. A sneer he created!

Unbeknownst to him, Narcissa had moved towards him and she now put her hands on his shoulder.

“Draco, don’t be angry with her. She has only done this to help you.”

Draco twisted himself out of her grasp. “Mother, don’t believe a word of what she has told you! Drugs?? Are you serious? She’s just pissed at me because I broke up with her, that’s all! She’s just trying to get back at me.”

Narcissa frowned at this. “Why would you have broken up with her, Draco? You were supposed to be nurturing the relationship.”

Pansy smirked. “I guess he was having a hard time doing that, since he was cheating on me with a…half-blood Gryffindor.” A low growling rumble rose from his throat and he started towards her.

Narcissa’s perfectly manicured hand grasped him by the back of his shirt and she whirled him around to face her. “Draco?? Is this true? What is she talking about?”

Draco scoffed lightly. “Of course not. Don’t you see what she’s doing? I can’t believe you’re listening to her.”

Pansy crossed her arms over her chest. “Mrs. Malfoy, Draco hides things in his desk drawer by the bed. He uses it because it’s so obvious, and you wouldn’t think to look there. It’ll prove that I’m not lying about drugs or anything else I may have to say.”

Draco winced and his hatred of Pansy increased tenfold. “Shut your mouth!” He hissed angrily. He grabbed her by her shoulders and his hands dug painfully into her skin.

“I’m not going to let you get away with this. Your little game isn’t going to work. I’ll bury you, Pansy.” His voice was low and tight.

Pansy’s voice could have cut diamonds. “You think so, Draco? You might be able to do that, but I guarantee this. It won’t be before I bury your little fucking relationship with your boy toy. Your family will wipe up Potter’s blood with your oh-so-fabulous silk sheets. Doubt me if you want.”

He barely had time to register the almost maniacal gleam that came to her eye that eerily reminded him of his Aunt Bella, when his mother’s voice penetrated through his cloud of rage.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy!”

Draco started when he saw his mother holding out a small package of pills. Draco cursed himself for not getting rid of them. With all of the commotion the last day or so he hadn’t given it much thought. Geechee had simply cleaned the room and put everything back where it had been originally.

“Wait, I can explain that.”

“Draco, if you part your lips to say “those aren’t mine”, so help me…You know I can have someone here in a matter of minutes to do a simple drug test on you. Your father still has connections despite his situation.”

Draco opened his mouth to retort, but Narcissa put her hand up. “I don’t want to hear it! What I do want to hear is why in Merlin’s name are you doing drugs? And what is this about you and some Gryffindor?? Explain yourself, now!”

Draco flicked a piece of hair from his face. “There’s nothing to tell. OK, so I’ve used a couple of times. It’s not a big deal. And I’m done with that anyway. You can throw those out. I’ve learned my lesson.”

Pansy rolled her eyes and Narcissa frowned. “You think I’m just going to buy that, Draco? You’re going to rehab to deal with this. I won’t have you scandalizing this family! When you return from a long term program, you will be marrying Pansy.”

“Like hell I will.” It was out of his mouth before he realized what he had said.

Narcissa drew herself up by at least five inches. “Would you care to repeat that?” Her eyes flashed dangerously.

Draco wilted in the face of her rising wrath. “Mother, please understand. I don’t need rehab. I’m fine, I promise. I’m sorry that I got involved with that, but it was nothing! It was just some stupid thing to do. Please, can we talk about this without…nosy eavesdroppers?” Out of the corner of his eye he saw Pansy narrow her eyes.
Narcissa’s voice dropped to a low and dangerous tone. “Draco, you are going to marry Pansy and that’s final. I’m not going to hear another thing about this. Now, I’m going to make some inquiries regarding a clinic for you. Start getting some things together.” She headed towards his bedroom door.

“Mother! I-wait…” Draco made to follow behind her but Pansy grabbed his arm.

“Mrs. Malfoy? Please…I-I know that you’re worried about Draco, but I may have exaggerated a bit about how often he uses. I’ve just been at my wits end and I didn’t know what else to do. He was under a lot of pressure and I think he may have freaked out a bit. I even dabbled a bit, but I won’t ever do it again and neither will Draco. He’s got this all out of his system now, including his little…affair. I forgive him.” She turned to look at him, her blue eyes tearing up a little.

“Draco, can we please make this work? If your Mum can trust you to not use again and not send you to rehab, will you promise that you’ll be faithful to me? I’ll make the perfect wife for you.” Her lips quirked into a sly smile but then immediately returned to the epitome of innocence.

Draco stared at her and then looked at his mother. Narcissa was watching them both intently. She then looked directly at her son.

“Draco, will you be faithful and agree to the marriage? Should I trust you?”

“Mother, let me talk to you alone for a mom-“

“Yes or no, Draco?”

Pansy’s nails were digging into his hand. He winced and tried to pull away from her but she wouldn’t let go.

“You’re not going to win,” he hissed under his breath.

Pansy’s jaw set in determination. “Mrs. Malfoy, Draco doesn’t want to give up Har-“

“Yes!!! Fine! Alright!” He glared daggers at Pansy, who then released his hand. She smiled at him, but Draco looked away from her.

Narcissa smiled happily and walked back to the two of them. She touched Draco’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He looked at her.

“I’m going to trust you about this. No more drugs. If I even hear of any trouble out of you, I will pull you out of Hogwarts faster than a house elf grovels. Do you understand me, Draco?”

Draco nodded slowly; his thoughts on a good place to hide Pansy’s body.

Narcissa turned to beam at Pansy. “Come, Pansy. There’s something I would like to give my soon to be daughter-in-law.”

Pansy walked behind Narcissa, turning to give her fiancée a quick look.

She was unnerved by the shadow that had crossed his face.

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Severus’ Christmas gift to himself was a bloody hangover. His head was already pounding as he sat in his arm chair listlessly twirling his fourth goblet of Fire Whiskey. It wasn’t even noon yet.

It didn’t matter. He hadn’t slept anyway. He doubted he ever would again.

He glanced towards his guest bedroom and then frowned. This was ridiculous. What was even more ridiculous was his insistence to Lupin that Potter stay in his quarters instead of moving him to the infirmary.

Lupin’s reaction consisted mostly of suspicion.

“Why would you want him to stay here, Severus? He can be looked after by Poppy.”

“No.”

Lupin had raised an eyebrow. “Is this some way to hurt Harry, Severus? I won’t let you do that!” The man was practically growling. “It wasn’t his fault!”

Severus’ expression hardened. “I don’t know why you insist going on about whatever you think you may know, Lupin. I won’t do anything to your precious Potter! I may need to take some readings from him while I work on the potions. It’ll be easier if he’s here, instead of having to traipse up to Pomfrey every five minutes. Is that acceptable to you?” Severus drawled sarcastically.

Lupin had the good grace to look properly chastened. “Well…yes, of course, Severus. I just didn’t want him to be a…burden to you while you worked.”

“I do believe that I’m capable of handling a comatose boy. Now leave.” Severus’ lips were a tight grimace. His eyes shone malevolently.

Remus had rolled his eyes but stood his ground. “Severus, we’ve worked together well the last few days or so. I’m concerned, that’s all. For…Harry.” He looked away when he said this.

Severus was quiet for several minutes. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I’m only doing this to save Draco’s sorry ass from a most certain doom of dealing with Potter. Once this is done, please know that I will go back to despising both you and Potter.”

Remus had run his tongue over his lips and gave him a strange smile. He strode up to Severus and looked him directly in the eye and said, “No, you won’t.”

He had left the potions master gaping after him. That had been an hour ago.

The hissing of his Floo brought him back to the present moment. A feminine voice floated to him through the crackling flames.

“Severus? It’s Narcissa, I need to see you, please.”

Severus groaned. What could Narcissa possibly want on Christmas morning? Despite her fragile beauty, the woman was tough as nails. She would have to be, having Lucius for a husband and entertaining psychotic Death Eaters for the last twenty years.

“Severus!” Her voice was sharp.

“Yes, Narcissa. I’ll be there straight away.” He looked at his goblet and quickly downed the rest of it in one gulp. He stood up and stepped into the Floo.

His arrival into Malfoy Manor placed him in front of a tapping foot and crossed arms. He brushed his robes off and faced the woman.

“Severus, is there anything that you wish to tell me?”

Severus froze and then eyed her warily. “There are a number of things that I would wish to tell you, but that doesn’t mean that I will.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well then, let me be more specific. Is there anything you wish to tell me regarding my son?”

“Other than his abysmal work this term and his questionable taste in friends, I really can’t think of anything at the moment.”

A hissing sound emanated from the Malfoy matriarch. She glared daggers at him.

“Now is not the time for your vague and misleading comments, Severus! I am not amused with your attempt at subterfuge. I know that you knew about this whole drug business. Isn’t that why you were here the other evening? Draco had gotten himself into some trouble and you fabricated that stupid Muggle story?”

Severus pursed his lips. “Narcissa, I didn’t want to alarm you with Draco’s juvenile antics. But yes, he has been experimenting. However, I’m certain that he won’t be doing that again any time soon.”

“Yes, I know that. It has all been worked out. I’m just disappointed that you didn’t tell me the truth of it all. And then to go to Elsa Bulstrode?? Merlin, Severus! What if she had talked? I can just see The Daily Prophet headlines now. As if we could afford yet another scandal.”

Severus grunted. “I didn’t go to Elsa in the manner that you are suggesting. I went to her daughter to inquire the whereabouts of her brother. I am surprised that she mentioned this to Elsa, considering how scared she was to get into trouble. How did you come by this knowledge?”

“That would be my doing, Professor Snape.”

Severus’ eyes flicked over Pansy Parkinson’s shape that had now materialized in the doorway. She was certainly presumptuous to interrupt a conversation between himself and Narcissa. He swung his gaze back to Narcissa, who didn’t appear to be put off by the intrusion. Severus raised an eyebrow.

“Millicent was so distraught after your visit. I’m afraid she let it spill about what was going on with Draco. We were both so concerned about him. He’d been acting so strange this year. Even though I knew he’d be angry with me, I had to tell someone about it. I just wanted him to get some help.” Pansy smiled sweetly at him.

“I’m certain that Draco appreciated your…concern.”

She widened her eyes. “Oh, he was most upset at first, but now he realizes that I was only trying to help him.”

Severus nodded but knew that there was more to this then what was being said.

He was sure of that fact when Draco appeared in the doorway behind Pansy. He impatiently pushed past her, not bothering to hide his satisfaction when she lost her balance and smacked into the wall. His look of triumph was dashed at the glare from Narcissa and the jagged shards of Pansy’s voice filling the room.

“Draco, tell Professor Snape our good news.”

Draco cast a glance over his shoulder at Pansy, his body language clearly indicating that she should fuck off. He nodded to Severus who didn’t nod back. Draco rolled his eyes and then leaned against the back of the couch. Narcissa frowned at him, but he stared back defiantly.

Pansy sniffed slightly and then sauntered forward towards Severus. “Professor, look what Draco gave me for Christmas.” She held a long slender hand out for his inspection.

Severus’ eyebrows competed with one another to lift off his head.

Severus caught sight of the emerald and diamond encrusted ring; the one that had been handed down through the centuries to many Malfoy brides-to-be. Pansy was wearing the Malfoy bride ring? A lot of things must have happened last night for this to be the case. He sent an amused expression to Draco.

Cold silver eyes raked his face and Severus cleared his throat, pushing down a snort.

“We only just agreed last night. Draco will get me my own ring after the wedding. Isn’t that the best present ever? To be engaged on Christmas Day!” Her eyes twinkled.

Severus marveled at Draco’s restraint. The boy looked positively livid.

“Well then, I suppose congratulations are in order. I am sure that you and Draco will be a wonderful pair.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed further and Severus stifled a laugh.

Narcissa spoke then. “Severus, despite your horrendous handling of my son, I choose to forgive you. Would you care to join us for brunch? I’m certain it will be ready momentarily. I know you normally spend this time alone, but it really isn’t healthy. I do wish you would find someone.”

Pansy snickered and even Draco managed a slight smirk. Severus growled low in his throat and both of his students quickly wiped traces of glee from their faces immediately.

Severus turned to the blond woman. “Regrettably, I must decline. Something has come up at school that I must attend to right away. A visitor to Hogwarts that ‘possesses’ a medical condition that I need to brew a potion for.” He looked pointedly at Draco.

Draco perked up immediately. Harry?? Harry was at Hogwarts? He willed Severus to keep talking, but the man didn’t say anything else.

“Yes, of course, Severus. I know how dedicated you are in your work. But I must insist that you at least spend some time with me before the break is over. There are some things we need to discuss.”

Severus nodded as her meaning was quite clear. “I must be going, then.” Severus turned to the fireplace and made to leave.

Draco darted forward. “Wait…I-I need to talk to you.” He felt the eyes of both his mother and Pansy on him, listening carefully.

“Draco, it’s rude to keep Severus from his work. You can talk to him later.” Narcissa admonished. She moved to pull him away from Severus.

Draco stared at Severus, pleading with his eyes for some help. Severus remained closed to a decision.

“Come on, Draco. I’m hungry.” Pansy whined from over his shoulder. Draco winced and his face clouded with anger.

Severus glanced at Pansy and then said, “I have only a moment, Draco. Make it fast.”

Draco turned to the women. “I’ll be right there, OK? Just give me a minute.”

Pansy looked ready to disagree and Narcissa frowned. Neither woman trusted Draco or Severus at the moment.

Severus was highly amused at the looks on all three of them. He coughed and then cleared his throat again. “Draco, I don’t have time for this. I’m leaving.”

Severus felt the hand gripping his arm firmly. The look of desperation was evident in Draco’s eyes.

Severus sighed wearily. “I believe that Draco would like to speak to me alone regarding the potion he worked on. It’s sensitive material. I don’t wish to bore you both with the details of it.” He fixed Pansy with a clear, ‘get out’ look. He regarded Narcissa coolly, but his intention to speak to Draco alone was not negotiable.

Narcissa pasted a pleasant smile on her face and reached out to Pansy. “Come along, dear, let them talk about potions. Don’t dawdle, Draco. We’ll be waiting.” They left the room and Draco immediately set a Locking Charm and Silencing Spell on the room.

He turned to Severus. “Harry’s at Hogwarts?”

Severus nodded.

“I want to see him.” He headed towards the Floo. Severus grabbed him by the back of his robes.

“No, Draco. It’s best that you don’t.”

Draco jerked away from Severus. “You hurt him, didn’t you?? You promised you wouldn’t!”

Severus released a sound of annoyance. “You don’t need to see him. You’re engaged now, remember? Leave it be.”

“Are you serious? You know this is bullshit! That bitch is blackmailing me! She found out about Harry and me somehow! She told Mother that I had a drug problem, and that she would keep quiet about the other stuff if I just went ahead with the engagement.”

“And you just went along with that? I’m surprised at you, Draco.”

“I panicked, OK? It all happened so fast. I walk in my room and Mother slaps me, telling me I’m going to rehab but that Pansy still loves me and will support me. I was exhausted from everything that had already happened. I couldn’t come up with a lie fast enough. Can’t you just Obliviate her or something?”

The potions master rolled his eyes. “I’d have to Obliviate half of England. You know she’s probably told most of the wizarding world she’s engaged to you. Let it go, Draco.”

“Severus! You can’t do this. Why won’t you let me see him? I want to help with the ritual. Did you give him the Living Death Draught?”

“Yes, he’s under the Draught now. So you can’t talk to him anyway. You know that you can’t see him anymore. Is that understood, Draco?”

Draco flushed. “But you said that it’s OK that wizards have male lovers! That’s what you told me!”

“Yes, I did, but what you are doing is not the same thing. You have considerably more emotion involved with this.” Severus wrinkled his nose as if he smelled something nasty.

Draco gritted his teeth. “Stop saying that. It’s none of your business. Only Harry and I know what our relationship is.”

Severus snarled. “None of my business, Draco?? Am I not the one saving your ass right now? Would you like me to tell Narcissa the truth of this whole thing? Or better yet, I’ll let you perform the ritual and then you can keep yourself and Potter out of Azkaban all on your own.” He turned angrily, his black robes swirling and headed to the Floo once more.

Draco rushed after him and stood in front of the Floo. Severus glowered angrily.

“Don’t toy with me, Draco. I’m not in the mood for this childishness.”

Draco took a deep breath. “Severus….I’m…sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. You have helped me a lot with this whole mess. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you. And you’re really helping Harry. Ummm…thank you.” He fiddled with his robes. “I really need your help.”

Severus could see the inner struggle going on within his god-son. He felt slightly mollified at his god-son’s discomfort.

“Yes, I know.”

Draco looked up. “Will you let me see him, please?”

“Draco, you really need to come to terms with this. It’s over between the two of you.” He held up his hand, silencing the protest that was forming in Draco’s thoughts.

“Even if it is just sex, you still need to end it. Potter has been under the influence of Dark magic for quite a while. He was only using you to get what he wanted. The demon knew you were a Malfoy and used you for revenge.”

“What??”

“Potter has been affected by Dark magic since his attack. Your natural affinity for Dark magic due to your family influence drew the magic that was in Potter. His “attraction” to you was the result of the attack, not any genuine feeling. The demon itself also recognized you as a Malfoy from centuries of being tied to your family. It would also be drawn to you for that reason, whether it wanted to or not.”

A slow twisting pain began to curl around Draco’s soul. It coiled and burned him from the inside. He found that his breathing had become slightly erratic. An unwelcome lump appeared in the back of throat and a stupid stinging sensation irritated his eyes and nose. He forced himself to sound calm.

“So what! It’s not like it meant anything. We both just got off. I didn’t believe that Potter had any feelings! I didn’t have any either.”

“So you cared nothing for him…beyond his sexual prowess?”

Draco moved away from the fireplace and headed towards the window. “I already told you, he was one hell of a shag.” He spoke so low that Severus could barely hear him.

Severus’ stony expression never changed, but his cock twitched slightly. He savagely killed the image that sprung into his mind.

Severus decided it was prudent to not mention the bright tattoo that now adorned Draco’s chest and was suspiciously made up of Potter’s initials and Gryffindor colors. But if Draco needed to tell himself that it was only a sex thing in order to get over this thing with Potter, then so be it. Draco was stubbornly refusing to acknowledge the love he felt for the Gryffindor.

It wasn’t like Severus didn’t understand Draco’s reluctance to admit such a thing.

“Is that all, Draco? I need to go.”

Draco turned around and faced his god-father. “I-please, I just want to see him, that’s all. He’s kind of…a friend. He’s been through hell, I’m sure. I just want to make sure he’s…alright.” Draco hated begging.

“You’ve been through hell, too. He almost killed you and Mr. Zabini. He tortured your house elves and possibly killed Kreacher. And he got you addicted to drugs.”

“Dammit!! I’m not addicted! I didn’t use them like he did. He didn’t force me and I only did them occasionally to shake things up! God! I wish you all would stop saying that. I just want to see Harry, that’s all! Please…just….let me see him. I’ll come right back, I promise!”

Severus looked down at him. It was so clear how much Draco loved Potter. Severus wanted to protect Draco’s feelings regarding the Gryffindor. But he also needed to face reality about the relationship being over. Would Draco be so enthusiastic to see Potter if he knew that Potter had done…that?

A strange and uncomfortable feeling began to stir inside Severus’ chest. It bothered him that Draco wanted to see Potter. Draco should be paying attention to his fiancée and not Ha-Potter.

“No, Draco. Just…let it go. I’ll let you know when the ritual will be held.”

He walked towards the Floo and stepped into it, ignoring the call of his name.
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The remainder of the Christmas holiday passed without incident. Remus and Severus worked on the specific spells and protections that were needed to perform the ritual. Remus had told Molly and Arthur about Harry’s condition. Both of them were aghast to learn of the situation, but were relieved that Harry was finally going to get some help.

They were less enthusiastic upon learning about the Dispellere Exorkizein.

As part of the cleansing, there needed to be a large infusion of positive magic to help balance and overwhelm the Dark magic. The stronger the emotional attachment to Harry, the more positive energy would be generated. Remus had told Molly that Ron was needed. Molly was reluctant to allow Ron to participate in such a dangerous ceremony, but Remus insisted it was necessary.

Remus had not told Ron or Hermione about what was happening. He felt it would be prudent to wait until they returned to school. There was no point in worrying them until things were actually ready. He had mentioned Ginny possibly participating, but Molly wouldn’t even hear of it. Ron was of age and she really couldn’t stop him from being there.

Remus was already a little nervous about what would happen once Ron found out about Draco. There was no love loss between those two. Ron hated Draco more than Harry did, even though the infamous rivalry only focused on the lovers.

Harry remained in his comatose state. Remus was still uneasy with Severus’ insistence on keeping Harry in his quarters. When Madame Pomfrey had been told of the situation, she had expressed similar concern regarding the arrangement as well, but Severus wouldn’t budge on the issue.

Poppy had been skeptical of Severus’ reason for keeping Harry in his quarters. She knew the man barely tolerated the boy in class, let alone in his room, even if he was in a coma. She hoped that Severus was not abusing the boy and then hiding what he had done. She secretly began casting revealing charms whenever she visited him, making sure there wasn’t any additional damage.

The day before the students were to return from break, Poppy had been detained at St. Mungo’s longer than she had expected. She was late arriving to Severus’ quarters and finding that he didn’t answer his door, she simply Floo’d into his private area, utilizing her emergency medical override privilege.

She was not prepared for the sight of Severus lying on the bed beside Harry; his arm wrapped around Harry’s waist possessively, fast asleep.

She was too stunned and embarrassed to announce her presence.

Although she felt that Severus touching a student in that manner was highly inappropriate, she also knew that loving and gentle touches was helpful for Harry. Any positive feeling generated towards him was going to help. The tenderness in the gesture would surely benefit Harry in ridding him of the demon.

Poppy kept her mouth shut.
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“It’s been two days back and no one has seen Harry! The teachers are hiding something!!” Hermione wailed.

The occupants of Gryffindor Tower were in the midst of a heated discussion centered on their missing leader, a missing Slytherin and an anxious looking Malfoy.

The first night back revealed that no one had seen Harry since school had let out. Every owl that had been sent to him had returned with undelivered letters and presents. His room had been invaded by his 7th year cohorts, only to discover that it obviously hadn’t been used in some time.

The return feast revealed that Blaise Zabini was missing. A saddened Dean revealed that Blaise had taken ill and had been in St. Mungo’s for some time. He was recovering but wouldn’t be back to school for another week or so.

The gossip flying around said that the handsome Slytherin had been in some sort of attack. A house elf had taken him to St. Mungo’s. Dean had said that the last he spoke to Blaise was Christmas Eve and that he had mentioned something about going to see Malfoy, who had been very distant the last few weeks of school.

A close inspection of the Slytherin table revealed a very tense looking Ice Prince. His facial expressions ranged from despondent to the patented Malfoy Sneer. The Sneer appeared whenever Pansy was in the vicinity. Word had spread quickly about their pending nuptials. She played the simpering fiancée to the utmost, flashing her borrowed ring to anyone with a pulse. Even some who didn’t.

Speculation reigned unchecked in Gryffindor.

“He certainly doesn’t look very happy. I bet he knows something about Blaise!” Dean banged his fist against his hand. “I should go and confront him.”

Ron snorted. “He probably looks like that because he’s marrying that pug, Pansy. I wouldn’t be happy either.” He ignored the look that Hermione cast him from the other side of the common room where she was sitting with Seamus and Neville.

Hermione huffed loudly. “How can they sit over there and worry about Malfoy when Harry’s missing? This doesn’t make any sense. I know Professor Lupin knows something. He’s been avoiding me since we got back.”

Neville sat quietly, but was looking quite pale and visibly shaken. He fought to keep himself from blabbing what he’d heard over the break. Seamus reached out and touched Hermione’s shoulder.

“Maybe Harry doesn’t want to be found. He hasn’t acted very friendly this year. He’s got a lot on his mind. He’ll turn up.” Seamus didn’t seem too concerned about it. He was eyeing Dean with disdain.

The two best friends had not patched up their differences regarding Dean’s love life. Or Seamus’ either for that matter.

Hermione sighed irritably. Seamus’ lack of concern over Harry’s disappearance bothered her. Ron would’ve been more supportive. She chanced a peek at the red-head, who was stretched out in front of the fireplace, a scowl etched under his freckles.

She stood up abruptly. “I’m going to find Professor Lupin. I won’t let him get away again.”

Neville sighed. “He’ll tell you when he’s ready, Hermione.” He immediately snapped his mouth shut.

Hermione whirled on him. “Do you know something, Neville?”

Neville got up quickly. “No!” He hurried away from the table in an attempt to get away from her, but she rounded on him, cutting him off by the fireplace. She grabbed his arm.

“Neville! You have to tell us! What do you know?”

He tried to pull away from her, but she held on even tighter. “Don’t make me hex you, Neville Longbottom! You know something about Harry! We’re his friends! What’s going on?”

Neville grimaced but finally spilled. He told them about seeing Professor Lupin, Malfoy and Snape at Millicent’s house and the conversation about the drugs.

At this, Ron bolted from his seat and strode over to Neville. “There’s no way Harry’s using drugs, Neville!” Ron shouted. “How can you say that?”

“I didn’t say he was using them! I’m just telling you what Professor Lupin said! He said Harry needed medical attention. And Millicent said that Snape and Malfoy wanted to know where her brother was.” Neville looked scared.

“I don’t understand the connection between Harry and Malfoy.” Seamus said. “I’m missing something.”

“Isn’t it obvious? Malfoy must have given drugs to Harry, maybe put them in his drink or something. Professor Lupin must be trying to help. That’s why Malfoy looks so upset! He’s going to get expelled!” Ron said, triumphantly.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t think that’s what happened. I actually think that Harry and Malfoy are friends or have at least patched up some of their differences. It would explain a whole lot about Harry’s actions this year.”

Ron looked as if Hermione had slapped him again. “Harry and Malfoy friends?? Have you lost your mind, Hermione? Why would Harry ever be friends what that git?”

Hermione rounded on him. “I don’t know, Ron! But I know something has happened between them. I’ve watched Malfoy this year and he’s different. He hasn’t been nasty to us and he was always looking at Harry in class and at dinner. He’s gone missing just like Harry was during the year. Do you think that’s a coincidence?”

“I don’t believe it! Harry would never be friends with Malfoy! Malfoy’s been staring at Harry? He was probably plotting against him, as usual.”

Hermione pursed her lips and Neville gave Ron a funny look. Dean coughed a bit, but Seamus glared at all of them.

“I know you’re not saying that Harry’s a pouf?” Seamus was outraged at this suggestion.

Hermione whirled on Seamus. “And so what if he is?” she challenged.

“He’ll treat him like crap, just like he does to me.” Dean stated from his seat by the fire.

Seamus glowered at his former best friend. “It’s not right! Don’t be mad at me because you’re doing something nasty like that. It isn’t right.”

“Sod off, Finnegan! I’m so sick of your homophobic attitude!” Dean shouted, rising from his seat. “I can’t believe that I once called you my best friend. You’re…so pathetic.”

Seamus sputtered angrily. “I’m pathetic?? You’re the one running around after a Slytherin whore! Running after a bloke!! A bloke! You let him do…that to you! That’s bloody disgusting! I’m ashamed that I was ever friends with you!”

Dean stared at Seamus with cold eyes. He calmly walked out of the common room without a word to anyone. Neville watched him go with a worried expression and Ron looked confused. Hermione marched up to Seamus who crossed his arms and huffed loudly.

“So you’re basically saying if Harry’s gay that he’s not your friend either?”

“I don’t know why you would even ask me that, Hermione. Harry’s not gay. He’s the Chosen One, for pete’s sake. There’s no way he’d be gay.”

“You’re such an idiot, Seamus! I don’t know why I wasted my time with you. In case you’ve forgotten, Harry’s my best friend. And if he’s gay then I accept him for who he is. If you can’t accept him, then it’s over between us!!” She turned away from him, her eyes glistening with tears.

Seamus looked hurt. “Hermione-“

Ron piped up. “Hermione, Merlin knows I don’t agree with what Seamus just said, but I have to agree on one thing. Harry’s not gay! I don’t know what you think is going on with Malfoy, but it’s not that! He’s just having problems with Ginny, that’s all. And he’s under a lot of pressure with everything else. Don’t go making him gay on top of all that.”

“Thank you!” Seamus bellowed, throwing his hands up in the air. “That’s all I was trying to say.”

Hermione glared at both of them. “Fine, believe or don’t believe what you will. No matter what, Harry is always going to be my friend. Which is more than I can say for the two of you. I’m really surprised at you, Ron. But then again…”

Ron lips twisted into a scowl. “You don’t get to say that, Hermione! I am Harry’s friend, but you have him doing all kinds of mess that I know he wouldn’t! You’re accusing him of being gay, doing drugs, running around with Malfoy! I mean, who’s really his friend here? You don’t hear me accusing him of any of the stuff that you’re saying!”

Hermione threw up her arms. “I’m not accusing him of anything! Neville mentioned the drugs because of what happened with Professor Lupin! He said Harry was in trouble!”

“Actually, what I said was, Harry needed medical attention.”

Hermione spun around and found she looking at Remus. He stood near the fireplace.

Neville winced. “Professor, I’m…sorry. I didn’t mean to say anything.”

“It’s OK, Neville. It seems that I have interrupted something pretty serious.”

Hermione walked over to him. “Professor, please tell us what’s going on. Where’s Harry?”

Remus raised his hand. “Hermione, Harry is fine for the moment, OK? But I do need to speak with you and Ron.” He looked at the red-head, who was now walking towards him. “Come with me, please.”

He turned and left the common room without another word. Hermione and Ron looked at each other and then followed him out of the portrait. He led them down to his private quarters.

“Have a seat.” He gestured towards the couches as he headed towards a cabinet and pulled out several pieces of parchment.

Both of them looked extremely worried. Remus sighed and sat down in the armchair closest to the fireplace. Ron and Hermione sat on opposite ends of the couch. Remus raised an eyebrow at them. Hermione huffed and pursed her lips. Ron scowled darkly, but neither moved closer to the other.

“I have to explain some things. Please listen to what I’m about to say and don’t interrupt.”

They both nodded.

“Harry has been suffering from an infection that he received from his werewolf attack. Due to the infection, it made him susceptible to a Dark creature that was banished to a book I had loaned him. That book used to belong to the Malfoys.” He raised his hand to shush both of them. “Harry has been possessed by a demon. We are going to perform a ritual to remove the demon from him. But it’s a very dangerous procedure. I need your help with the ritual.”

“I knew that Malfoy had something to do with this!!” Ron bellowed. “Where is he?? I’ll kill him!” He looked at Hermione. “And you had him shagging the stupid, lying git!”

Hermione paled and leaned forward. “Oh my god! Is he OK? Where is he?”

Remus raised a hand again. “He’s here in the castle and he’s under the Living Draught right now. We had to place him under that to keep him under control.”

He turned to Ron. “It’s not Draco’s fault, Ron. He didn’t even know about the book. It was donated to Hogwarts by the Ministry.”

Hermione gasped. “What!? How could the Ministry do something so stupid?”

Remus rubbed his eyes. “It’s a long story and it’s one I don’t feel like going into right now. Harry is the most important issue right now.”

Ron sat back on the couch looking angry but Hermione chirped up and said, “What do you need from us, Professor?”

“You’re Harry’s best friends. He will need all of your positive energy and magic to get him through this. Harry will be in considerable danger. Professor Snape is going to perform a ritual called the Dispellerie Ezkorien.”

Ron began spluttering angrily. “Snape hates Harry! Why would he help him?”

“Professor Snape may have his problems with Harry, but he will help him. Don’t worry about that.” Remus explained.

Ron grumbled and then looked cautiously at Hermione, who was looking quite pale.

“Professor,” Hermione began, “this ritual is very dangerous, isn’t it? Harry could die from it?”

Ron whipped his head from Hermione back to Remus.

Remus leaned forward and took Hermione’s hand in his. “Yes, Harry could very well die. The ritual is very complicated and painful. It’s very important that you both remain focused at all times on positive and happy feelings for Harry. We can’t lose him.”

Hermione nodded. “I had read a bit about it. After Ginny was possessed by Tom Riddle, I was kind of interested in possessions. I didn’t see a lot about it, but it told enough of its dangers. I won’t let Harry down, Professor.”

Remus smiled at her and saw Ron’s hand touch Hermione’s as well.

At that moment, the Floo sprang to life and Severus stepped out of the flames, pulling a sneering Draco in his wake.

“You could at least have given me some warning!” Draco struggled to straighten his robes. His lips curled in distaste when he saw Hermione and Ron.

Ron stood up and glared menacingly at Draco.

“What’s he doing here?” He barked. “It’s his fault that Harry’s in this mess in the first place!”

“Shut up, Weasel! You don’t know anything! You can’t even afford to have an opinion.”

Ron’s cheeks burned red. “Sod off, Death Eater bitch! A book that just happens to be owned by your vile family just happens to make Harry sick?? And you don’t know anything about it?? He’s not coming anywhere near Harry!” He reached in his robes and pulled out his wand.

Draco pulled his and both men stood with their wands pointed at each other.

Severus scowled at Remus. “You call that ‘dealing’ with the Gryffindors?”

Remus sighed heavily. “I hadn’t told them this part yet. You’re early. As I was explaining, we need the magic from those who are close to Harry. The more intense the emotional connection, the better the chances of getting him through it.”

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment and then looked at Professor Snape and then Draco. “But Professor Lupin, didn’t you say Harry needed positive magic? How is Malfoy being here going to help Harry?” She tilted her head slightly at the quick look that Remus gave Draco and then Severus.

Severus’ eyes flicked over Hermione in disdain. “Obviously there is a strong emotional attachment between Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter. Haven’t you been witness to it for the last seven years?”

Hermione opened her mouth to respond but Ron cut her off. “This is nutters! We can’t trust Malfoy to do this right! He wants Harry dead! What’s-His-Name will give Malfoy the ‘Death Eater of the Year’ award for offing Harry. I don’t trust him!”

Draco clenched his fists. “I don’t trust you either, Weasel! You’re Harry’s so called friend, but you didn’t even notice that he was acting funny. You’re so jealous of him it makes you sick! You’d be glad that he was out of the picture, wouldn’t you?? Maybe you’d finally get some attention, instead of being Harry’s little sidekick. At least Granger’s got some brains; she can stand on her own.”

Ron’s face turned scarlet. “Fuck you, Malfoy!!!” He lunged at Draco, but Remus grabbed him by the collar and hauled him up.

“Let me go!!! I’ll kill the bastard!!” Ron struggled against Remus. “That’s not true!! Bloody fu-!”

“RONALD WEASLEY!”

Ron instantly ceased his struggle and peeped fearfully over his arm.

Molly and Arthur stood in front of the fireplace, having just Floo’d in. Ron hadn’t noticed their arrival during his tantrum.

“Mum? What’re you doing here?” He tried to straighten his robes.

Molly looked close to an explosion. She marched over to her son and yanked his ear. “What’s this language coming out of your mouth?? And in front of Professors?? Have you no shame?? I certainly taught you better than that!” She yanked his ear again.

Ron whimpered and Draco snickered. His mother would never have acted that way in public. But he was thoroughly pleased that he was able to witness the show of the Mama Weasel handing Ron his bits.

Molly sent a blazing glare at Draco. Draco’s smirk faded under the woman’s gaze. He had the feeling that he didn’t want to be under that woman’s scrutiny for too long. He had seen Ginny in action and he had the feeling that her mother was a lot worse. The look on Severus’ face confirmed his suspicions. Severus was eyeing Molly as if she were a snake ready to strike at any moment.

Arthur coughed lightly and walked to Remus, holding out his hand. Remus had stepped back from Ron when Molly had approached. He grasped Arthur’s hand and shook it.

“Glad you’re here. We need to get started as soon as possible.” He looked over at Severus, who nodded stiffly.

Arthur inclined his head towards Snape. “Severus.”

“Arthur. Molly. We have a long night ahead of us.”

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The night began just outside the Room of Requirement.

Remus and Severus had instructed the Weasleys, Hermione and Draco about the various spells they would have to cast during the ritual. They had been joined by Professor McGonagall and Madame Pomfrey.

Once outside the door, Remus turned to face the group. “There will be a part of this that will be difficult for us. Once Harry’s spirit is separated from the demon, it will be in complete control of his body. It will say things and show us images of things about us. No matter what, you must maintain the circle.”

“What do you mean, Professor?” Hermione asked.

Severus looked hard at Hermione. “It means that if you have any secrets and Potter knows about it, we all will too.”

Hermione nodded and Ron grew pale. Draco stared stonily at the wall.

“It may not be all true what you see or hear. It’s a demon. They thrive on lies to confuse and hurt us. It will twist things to make it appear that it’s something else. Don’t believe any of what you see. It’s important that you focus on the positive magic. If not, then we will lose Harry’s spirit forever and the demon will never leave his body.” Remus added.

Hermione glanced at Draco, who had turned to look at Remus when he said that. She saw the look of fear and unhappiness flicker across his face before he schooled in features into a neutral expression. He felt her eyes on him and he glared back at her. She sighed and faced Remus.

Severus opened the door and they all entered the space.

The walls were painted in the Gryffindor House colors. There were several pictures placed strategically around the room of just about anyone who had been a friend of Harry. There were literally hundreds of pictures of the Weasleys, Hermione and his Gryffindor friends and teammates, many of the DA members and friends from other Houses, Tonks, Sirius, Lily and James, Mad-Eye Moody and even a picture of Dobby.

There was even a picture of Draco, although it scowled at them.

Several pictures of Harry in his Quidditch uniform with both his Nimbus 2000 and Firebolt also graced the walls. There was also picture of him from the World Cup posing with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, the twins and Cedric Diggory. Who was to know that the handsome Hufflepuff would be dead by the end of that year?

Ron, Draco and Hermione’s exploration of the pictures were interrupted by Severus pointing his wand at the middle of the room. There was a shimmering movement and Harry was visible to the entire group.

Harry lay on a small bed, his hands clasped together in front of him. If they didn’t know better it looked like he was dead. His face was pale and he had lost quite a bit of weight since the beginning of the year. There were noticeable scars and bruises on his arms and on his face.

“Oh, Harry,” Hermione wailed.

She moved towards the bed, but Severus held up his hand. Molly reached out to pull Hermione back. Ron looked grim but he didn’t speak. His eyes were glued to his friend on the bed. Harry looked dead to him. He swallowed the large lump that had formed in his throat.

Draco’s jaw worked and he fought to keep himself calm. For a moment he believed that Harry was dead. He had almost forgotten that Harry was under the potion. His waxy face and pale skin looked like a corpse he’d seen once at the Manor. Courtesy of Lucius Malfoy and company.

“Form the circle,” Severus growled.

There were intricate Rune designs and hieroglyphics on the floor. A large white circle had been drawn and in the four corners of the room were several glass bowls filled with what looked like water. Candles flickered next the bowls.

Draco found himself standing next Ron. He looked at the red-head and twisted his lips into a grimace. Ron stubbornly refused to look in his direction.

Severus walked towards the bed and pulled a vial from his robes. He grabbed the back of Harry’s head and poured the antidote into his mouth and stepped back. Everyone waited anxiously for any sign of movement from him.

“Come on, Harry,” Ron whispered.

Several minutes passed and then Harry twitched slightly and there was rapid eye movement behind his eyelids. His fingers slowly convulsed, clutching the sheet weakly. He coughed and gagged and then vomited all over the front of his chest and blanket.
The group shifted nervously and Molly almost broke the circle to go to him. Arthur held her hand tightly.

With a ragged breath, his eyes slowly opened.

Everyone let out a loud gasp. Harry’s eyes were completely gold.

A sudden heat descended upon the room, causing the water-filled bowls to bubble furiously. Severus wiped away beads of sweat from his brow and stepped forward. He pulled his wand and pointed it at Harry while the rest of the group joined hands as instructed.

Severus spoke a long incantation that took several minutes. He then nodded at Remus.
Remus pointed his wand at Harry and said, “Iveteri.”

There were a few gasps when red smoke erupted from the end of Severus’ wand. The smoke curled upward and shimmered slightly, then solidified into a smoky red hand. The hand hovered over the group for a moment and then lazily began drifting down. Harry hissed as the hand began stealthily moving towards the bed. Harry’s eyes widened and he sat up quickly.

“Now.” Severus instructed the others.

Everyone pulled their wands and cast a shielding charm.

Harry leapt from the bed in one fluid movement, keeping his eyes on the red hand. He rushed over to Draco, but was repelled by the shield. He snarled at this.

“Draco, what are you doing? Let me out of here, please!” His voice was raspy; as if he had swallowed a lot of gravel. He didn’t even sound like himself. He reached towards Draco as if to caress his face.

Draco winced but kept the shield up. He longed to touch Harry, to kiss him and tell him everything was going to be OK. But Harry would as soon kill him now then kiss him.

The hand rushed to Harry’s face and slammed into his lips. He attempted to close his mouth, but the hand pushed past and disappeared down this throat.

Harry fell back; his hand grabbling at his chest, following the path the hand must have been taking. He dug furiously into the flesh, creating jagged cuts on his skin. Blood flowed from the open wounds and yet he kept digging.

Both Hermione and Molly moaned and someone muttered, “Merlin.”

Harry’s hands were covered in blood and pieces of his torn flesh were slowly sliding down his bare chest. He suddenly froze and then stared at all of them for a moment. A high-pitched keening noise filled the room.

“Bloody hell!!” Ron choked out, his hands going to cover his ears.

Remus shouted over the din. “Iveteri amassto!!” He pointed his wand at Harry.

Harry curled into himself, almost as if he were under the Crucio. Beads of sweat popped out all over his body and he began to wail loudly. The sound was pure agony.

Ron turned his face away and Hermione struggled to keep from crying. Draco’s lips were a solid line as he also struggled to keep from demanding they stop hurting Harry. He looked desperately at Severus, but the potions master was pulling a new vial from his robes.

He walked over and grabbed a hold of Harry’s shoulder. Severus hissed in pain; the boy’s skin felt like burning hot iron. He gritted his teeth and grabbed Harry’s face. Harry twisted and writhed, almost knocking the vial out of Severus’ hand. Remus moved forward and took a hold of Harry as well. He gasped when his hand touched Harry’s skin.

Severus fought to keep Harry’s face still as he attempted to pour the potion in his mouth. Harry flailed and grabbed the front of Remus’ robes. The fabric caught fire and a whoosh of flames shot up between all three of them, engulfing the bed in flames. The air filled with acrid smelling smoke and burnt flesh.

“NOOO!!” Minerva and Poppy cried out. The Healer rushed forward and Arthur called out.

“No!!! Don’t break the circle!”

Remus was engulfed in an inferno and Severus managed to shout, “Aguamenti!!”

Severus saw out of the corner of his eye that Remus had rolled to the floor in a flood of water. Harry was grinning wickedly and Severus grabbed him by the throat, effectively cutting off his air. Harry tried to gasp and Severus dumped the vial into his open mouth.

Harry went rigid and Severus let go of his throat. Not taking his eyes off Potter, he hastily moved to the other side of the bed. Remus lay unconscious on the floor.

“Ennervate!” Severus barked, pointing his wand at the werewolf.

Remus bolted upright, beating his arms and chests, believing he was still on fire.

“You’re OK, Lupin. It was demon fire, it didn’t actually burn you. It was put out in time. Hurry up and get yourself together. We have only a moment before-“

There was a sickening sound of cracking bones. Remus jumped to his feet and turned to the group.

“Invoke the protection spells, now!!”

Everyone began casting the various spells they had been taught.

Severus and Remus moved to the opposite sides of the bed and stood with wands at the ready. Harry writhed frantically on the bed and the sound of bones breaking filled the room.

Draco wasn’t the only one who choked back a sob.

The sound stopped suddenly and Severus darted forward with another vial. Harry lay panting on the bed with tears running freely down his cheeks. He struggled to say something, his eyes beseeching Severus who loomed over him. Severus pushed down the rising feeling of compassion for the boy and he grimly poured another foul tasting potion down his throat.

Now came the difficult part.

Harry seized immediately. He frantically clawed at Severus’ hand, catching a hold of the potions master.

“Professor, p-p-lease...help me!! I’m sorry… for whatever I-I did!” It sounded like Harry.

Severus steeled himself, knowing that things were getting ready to get very ugly.

Harry coughed violently and the nauseating sound of retching filled the room. A stench of rotting meat assaulted their noses. Harry rolled to the floor, gasping and choking, his sweaty fingers curled to the point of claws. His back arched painfully with each horrible retch and all felt the pain of his suffering.

Silence suddenly filled the room.

Severus and Remus pointed their wands at Harry. Severus nodded and Remus shouted,
“Liberare Harry!!” while Severus simultaneously shouted, “Fasciare demone!!”

Harry struggled to his feet, pulling himself up by using the side of the bed. His body movements were jerky and clumsy, walking as if a toddler taking his first steps.
He stared at Remus and Severus, cocking his head to the side. A sly smile spread across his face.

“Wizards, you won’t be able to drive me out of the host. It’s too late for that. I won’t leave. This boy has powerful magic and I will drain it for my own use.”

Remus turned to the group. “Now! Focus on Harry! All positive memories and images! Don’t trust or believe anything else! You know the truth!”

At Remus’ command, everyone shut their eyes and began to concentrate on Harry. Remus rasped out an incantation and the individual thoughts of Harry flashed into the minds of all the participants.
Harry catching the Snitch in his first game.

Harry opening his first Christmas presents with Ron.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione hanging out at the Burrow.

Harry dueling Draco during second year.

Black light appeared around the bed and a nasty wind started to blow.

Harry laughed viciously and turned his attention to Ron.

“You’re jealous, Ron. You hate being poor and a pathetic nobody while your brothers are the light of your parents. How can you compete with all of them? What do you have? You’re jealous of Malfoy because he has money, of Hermione because she’s smart and Harry because everyone loves him. You don’t understand why Hermione is so smart because she’s not even a real witch.”

There was a gasp from the group.

Ron’s lips tightened in anger, but he had grown pale at the words.

“Hermione is just overcompensating though. She’s just trying to prove to everyone that she is a witch and not just a lowly Mudblood. She enjoys making everyone feel inferior. That’s why she would never really love you, Ron. You’re not good enough for her.

“That’s not true!” Hermione cried out.

Harry turned his eyes to her. “Oh, and that isn’t why you turned to Seamus? You gave up your virginity to him.”

Hermione went beet red and Ron glared furiously at her. “Oh yeah, Seamus has enjoyed her efforts. Shall I show you?”

An image of Hermione flashed in front of them; Seamus was on top of her.

“Stop it!!”

“Focus!” Lupin’s voice rang out, but everything started happening way too fast for them to handle.

Image after image flew through their minds.

Seamus lay on top of Hermione in her room, her face flushed as they had sex.

Ron staring angrily at Harry and Ginny, a deep longing on his face.
Hermione sitting at the Slytherin table, wearing the silver and green happily, surrounded by the Snakes.

Ron’s forehead showing the famous lightning scar with Harry smiling dotingly next to him.

Arthur and Molly were dressed in their finest, dining with Lucius and Narcissa.

A gasp came from Molly and she staggered, falling into Arthur.

“YOU BASTARD!!” Ron roared. He raced forward, breaking the connection of the group.

“RON!!”

“WEASLEY, YOU IDIOT!!” Draco shouted.

Ron was apoplectic. He stopped mid-charge and stared at the blond.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!”

More images raced through the broken circle.

Harry on his knees, sucking Draco off.

Draco and Harry in the throes of passion.

Severus flashed before them, on his knees, pleasing Voldemort.

There were several loud cries from around the circle after that image flew by.

An image of Remus with a look of desire as he talked to Severus; the potions master pushed him away in disgust.

A large intake of breath from the participants.

Severus on his back, his legs over Harry’s shoulders.

There was an even sharper intake of breath that came from all sides of the room. Draco stared at Severus in shock.

An image of Draco taking the Dark Mark and then yelling Avada Kedarva: Harry was falling as the green light struck him.

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Several voices yelled.


Both Hermione and Ron turned and gaped at Draco. Draco went white and he struggled to get back into control.

The magic crackled all around them and lightning flashed throughout the room. The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Severus roared, “WE’RE LOSING HIM!”

He pushed forward through the wind and pointed his wand at Harry, who was now writhing and twisting on the bed again.

“LUPIN!! IF YOU ALL WANT TO SAVE POTTER, YOU’D BETTER PULL IT IN NOW!!

Lupin plunged through the darkness and shouted to them all. “REIN IT IN! CONCENTRATE!! FOR THE LOVE OF MERLIN, DO IT!!”

The reality hit home. Harry was dying. Ron’s mouth fell open and Draco snapped into action. He grabbed the red-head and punched him right in the mouth. Ron grabbed his lip and stared at Draco in shock.

“Get it together, Weasley!!! You’d better fucking save him!!! If he dies, I’ll kill you!!”

Ron started at the sound of Draco actually using his name. He swung to look at Hermione who was screaming hysterically. His father was trying to hold onto Molly and Minerva, who were both close to fainting.

He saw Severus and Remus, both shouting incantations and trying to hold onto Harry. Severus forced another vial of potion into Harry’s mouth, breaking three of his teeth in the process. Ron saw bits of the white crowns fly halfway across the room when another bolt of lightning struck.

It all seemed so surreal.

Ron grabbed Draco’s hand and jerked him forward. The roaring wind whipped harder and the room shook. He sought out Hermione’s hand in the darkness and grasped it tight.

“Harry.”

Severus felt the connection connect again almost instantly. He summoned every reserve bit of magic he’d ever possessed and channeled it into the last incantation. A surge of magic and a bolt of lightning struck so forcefully that it sent an electrical shock through everyone present. Ron and Draco were driven to their knees; their hands fused together, their veins popping out of their skin causing twin grimaces of pain.

Harry shouted and began to draw into himself, gibbering in a language none of them had ever heard before. Sweat broke out on his brow and his hands dug into the mattress. His toes curled so hard that everyone heard the bones crack.

Suddenly he jumped up and ran smack into the hard barrier. His face was twisted and grotesque and blood began running down from his mouth, nose and eyes. His fingers scrabbled widely against the invisible barrier and then with a choked cry, he fell backwards and moved no more.

Hermione wailed and Ron cried out. “Harry!!”

“NO! Don’t break the circle! Wait!!” Severus shouted. A shadow appeared within the barrier, misty and animalistic. A large tome suddenly became visible and the misty apparition was drawn towards. It disappeared with almost no fanfare. Severus immediately cast several spells in succession over the book.

No one else spoke or moved for several minutes. The wind and lightning stopped and light returned to the room.

Severus transfigured the book and then placed it inside his robes. He looked out over the group.

“It’s done.” His voice held no emotion, but he looked exhausted.

Poppy rushed over to Harry’s side and quickly levitated him to the bed. She cast several spells on him, including a Scourify to rid him of the blood and vomit that covered his clothes.

Hermione, who was still sobbing loudly, was now being supported by Ron. Draco walked to the far wall and leaned his head against it, the cold stones cooling his burning skin.

Molly and Arthur moved to Ron’s side. Molly gently hugged Hermione, who shook with her sobs. Arthur put his hand on his son’s shoulder and gave a squeeze. Ron gazed into his father’s eyes. He swallowed hard and Arthur pulled him into bear hug. Ron fought stoically not to let the tears fall, but he failed miserably.

Remus watched Severus carefully compose himself. His body stiffened when he noticed Remus’ inquisitive gaze, he nodded quickly and then looked away. Remus sighed but then noticed Draco alone by the wall. No one was there for him.

Draco heard the footsteps approach. He straightened quickly and turned to see who it was. Remus looked at him with sad eyes.

“You did well, Draco. Harry will pull through the rest of the way.”

Draco pushed his shoulders back. “Yeah, well, all for the cause.” He pushed his volatile emotions down as hard as he could.

Remus knew the break was coming soon. Draco had barely been holding it together the last few weeks and watching Harry being tortured like that must have been beyond devastating.

“Draco?”

“I’m fine, Professor. It looks like Granger and Weasley need coddling.”

Remus quirked an eyebrow. He wished that Draco would let his walls down and allow someone in. Apparently the only one he had allowed in had almost died tonight. This boy was a stubborn as his godfather.

Poppy’s voice floated over to him. “I’m going to move him to the hospital wing. He’ll be in a private section. He’s still critical and we won’t know what residual effects this will have on him. No visitors right now.” She looked pointedly at the three teens. “He needs rest. Give me a few days. Your Heads of House can let you know when you can see him.”

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Draco didn’t bother to wait for a few days. He had waited long enough. He slipped through the infirmary doors just as Remus was leaving that very same night. The werewolf paused in the corridor and a faint smile crossed his lips. Remus knew Draco wouldn’t listen to instructions and he knew how anxious the Slytherin had been. If he was caught, Poppy wouldn’t handle him just fine.

Draco moved through the shadows of the infirmary until he came to Harry’s partitioned area. Harry was sleeping soundly and Draco was relieved to see a little color coming back to his cheeks.

He gazed hungrily at his lover’s sleeping form. He sat down next to the bed and watched Harry’s chest rise up and down. He hesitantly reached out and touched Harry’s hand. He almost sobbed in relief at the warmth that now radiated from him.

Draco leaned forward and ran his fingers through Harry’s messy locks. Harry shifted slightly by turning his face more towards Draco. He licked his lips. Draco couldn’t stand it anymore. He bent down and brushed his lips against Harry’s. Harry moaned softly and nibbled at the stimulus. Heat shot straight to Draco’s groin and he gently licked him. Harry sighed and opened his mouth.

Draco surged forward and pushed his tongue into Harry’s mouth, groaning softly. Harry’s eyes fluttered open and his eyes met silver.

Draco was overwhelmed to see the beautiful emerald green again.

With a whimper, he attacked Harry’s lips again with renewed passion and desire. Harry reached up and grabbed Draco’s neck, pulling him down to the bed.

Draco’s hands were everywhere at once; he couldn’t get enough of Harry’s warmth. Harry kissed him fiercely, peppering his face with kisses and nibbles. Harry locked eyes with him again and he suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion.

“S-sorry…so s-sorry…” Harry breathed, in between kisses, “love…you…don’t hate me…”

“S’ok…s’ok…”

Tears were now running down Harry’s cheeks. Draco sucked them away.
“Shhhh…don’t hate you…I love you.” His mind involuntarily flashed to the image of Severus. He forced the thought away. It wasn’t his fault and he’s my Harry again.

“It’s over now, Harry. Everything’s going to be fine. Just get better.”

“Perhaps you have forgotten your fiancée, Mr. Malfoy.”

Draco sprang away from Harry and almost fell over his own feet. Harry’s head whipped around and was startled to see Severus emerge from the shadows. A blush crept onto Harry’s cheeks as the potions master stared at him, his expression unreadable.

Draco glared at Severus. “I’ll deal with that,” he said crisply.

Severus let his eyes rest on Harry a moment longer and then he slowly turned his gaze to Draco. “And what’s to deal with? You are engaged and it’s time to end things with your…sex toy.”

Draco sucked in his breath and didn’t dare turn to look at Harry. He already knew the look that was on his face.

“W-what? You’re engaged?? Since when?”

Draco swallowed hard and faced Harry. He winced at the hurt look on the darker boy’s face.

“It just happened. Mother is forcing me. Just…give me some time to call it off, OK? It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Isn’t that what you said about your relationship with Mr. Potter, Draco?”

Draco snapped his head around to look at Severus. “Why are you doing this?” he hissed angrily. “You helped me…us. Why are you bringing this up now…and like this?” Draco was bewildered at Severus’ actions.

Harry’s pleading voice broke through his thoughts. “Did you say that, Draco? That I don’t mean anything to you?”

“Harry, it’s not like that. I didn’t mean it like that. Can we not talk about this right now?”

“When would be a good time, then? At your wedding reception??”

Draco winced at the venom in Harry’s voice. “Stop being so bloody dramatic! I said I would handle it! Besides, you said the exact same thing to me. That I was just a good shag! And you have slept with that Hufflepuff and Blaise and…” He cast a nervous glance at Severus.
“You’re going to hold that against me, aren’t you?? That’s low, Draco! You know that wasn’t me!”

Severus silky voice flowed over them. “Exactly, Mr. Potter. Your feelings for Mr. Malfoy were a by-product of your condition. It wasn’t real.”

Draco silently fumed and Harry raised his chin defiantly. “That’s not true! I know what I felt was real.”

“So then, that would mean that so were your other…actions.”

“No!! That part…it’s…confusing! I didn’t mean those other things.”

Draco snarled. “You can’t have it both ways, Potter!”

“Neither can you…Malfoy!!” Harry’s voice had dropped to a dangerous whisper.

The two boys glared at each other; both hurt and angry. Severus smirked slyly.

After a long tense moment, Draco finally blurted. “I’ve got homework to do.” He glanced at Severus, only because he didn’t have the heart to look at Harry.

“Fine!! Go back to your stupid fucking life, Malfoy!! Go marry your pureblood bitch and have lots of little Death Eaters!! I don’t fucking care!” Harry turned his back to Draco.

Draco clenched his fists. “So it’s like that, then? Fine. Fuck you, Potter! You’re a psychotic wanker, anyway! Thanks for all the fucks!” He turned on his heel and stormed out of the infirmary.

Harry slammed back against the headboard, furious and embarrassed. The fact that Professor Snape had witnessed the whole scene…

“Well, Potter. That was…interesting.” Severus moved closer to the bed, his intense black eyes boring holes into Harry.

“It’s not true what you said. I know what I felt. That…thing didn’t control me all of the time.”

Severus raised an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well that should make interesting testimony to the Ministry. They’ll have a good time sorting all of that out.”

Harry fell silent and looked down at his hands. He knew that he was in a world of trouble.

“I know I made a horrible mess of everything. I-I couldn’t always stop what was happening. It felt like the Imperius but much worse. I couldn’t throw it off this time. And all the things that I said…and did to people. God…I-everyone must hate me.”

“You have a penchant for stating the obvious, Potter. You definitely have a list of charges that will keep the Wizengamot busy for quite a while. Attempted murders of both Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Zabini, assaults against magical creatures, drug possession, using Dark magic, Summoning Dark creatures…the list gets more interesting as it grows longer.”

“Well, Professor. You’re absolutely right. I’ll be in Azkaban for the rest of my life with all of those things against me. You don’t need to gloat about it. It’s what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it? Well, you’ve got me right where you want me. So let’s just get it over with. When are you telling the Ministry?”

Severus’ cold black eyes flicked over Harry. He looked back at him with his impossibly green eyes.

Harry paled. He knew he was trapped and there was no way out of this. Harry’s freedom rested with a man that hated every fiber of his being. He may as well go pack his bags for his prison stay.

“I know I can’t take back what I did. So what are you going to do?”

“Do shut up, Potter! As usual, you don’t have a clue to what’s going on around you. How you’ve managed to survive this long I’ll never understand. But as luck may have it, I have decided that I’m not going to have you sent to Azkaban, at least not yet.”

Harry’s head popped up. “Why not?”

“I have my reasons. But I have two conditions.”

Harry snorted. “Well that’s a big shock.”

Severus’ eyes narrowed. He stood up. “Have fun in Azkaban, Potter.” He abruptly turned his back on him and walked away.

“Wait!” Harry cried out, hating the desperation in his voice. “Please.”

Severus’ lips quirked in a sly smile and then he placed his ice mask back on. He turned back to Harry, who was now sitting up.

“Yes, Potter? What is it?”

“I’m…sorry, sir. Please, I-I want to hear what you have to say.”

Severus’ heart thumped and he walked back to the bed.

“First, even though I certainly don’t need to point out the obvious, but that little fling you had with Draco is ended. Immediately. You will not see him, talk to him, no contact whatsoever, from this moment on.”

Harry frowned. “I’m not going to wreck his stupid engagement, if that’s what you’re worried about.” He felt a twinge of anger and jealousy rise up within him.

“Don’t test my patience, Potter.”

“Why don’t you want me to talk to Draco anymore? What if he talks to me?”

“Potter, leave it! I have stated my terms on that. Take it or leave it.”

“You said there were two things.”

Severus cleared his throat. Harry glanced up and saw the man had gone several shades of red. Harry frowned again. “Professor? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, Potter.” But his voice sounded strained and tense. Harry looked back down at the bed. He heard Severus making a slight movement next to him.

After what felt like an eternity, Severus finally spoke again.

“Potter.”

Harry turned his head and found himself looking into Severus’ dark eyes.

Severus leaned forward hesitantly and touched Harry’s hand, squeezing Harry’s fingers lightly and tenderly.

Harry looked down at Severus’ hand clutching his fingers.

He looked back at the potions master in confusion.

Severus continued to stare at Harry for a few moments and then his hand dropped into his own lap, where he began to slowly brush against the bulge that was straining against the fabric.

Harry frowned as realization dawned bright and painful into his brain.

His mouth dropped open in shock.

“That would be the idea.”