Madness ***Complete***

Chapter 2:
Conversations

(((…Speak…)))

Each night Draco wept as the thoughts of the torture his enemy felt filled his mind. Each morning his mother found him still clothed, laying curled atop his bed covers.

“Dray, why won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” The same question, every day.

“It’s nothing Mother.” The answer, each day spoken as a plea.

“Best get dressed.” The plea answered even as the eyes begged to help.

The days were almost worse. Thoughts of mundane acts. Muggle actions. A muggle’s life…no a servant’s life. And always, like an echo in his head, Draco could hear the prayer for the night to pass without punishment.

‘I’m either insane or that spell did more than we thought,’ Draco thought on the eighth day with the voice in his head.

‘No…I don’t think I’m insane…wait! What spell!’

Draco froze. ‘P…Potter?’

‘MALFOY!?’

‘Uh…well shit!’

‘Why the hell are you in my head? What the fuck is going on! Maybe I am insane…wait, that was you!’

‘No shit dimwit.’ Draco was beginning to regain his loathing for the Boy-Who-Wouldn’t-Die.

‘Don’t CALL ME THAT!’

‘Touchy…’

‘Shit!’

‘What? Vernon?’

‘No Petu…how do you know about my Uncle?’

‘That bastard is your uncle?’

‘How do you KNOW about him?’ Harry demanded once more. His thought carried enough suspicion to drop Draco were he stood

‘Okay, play this safe don’…shit you can hear me can’t you?’

‘YES! Tell me how you know about my uncle Malfoy!’

‘I…well I’ve been in your head for a week now.’

‘WHAT!’

‘A week, in your head, me.’ Draco managed to make even his thought into a drawl.

‘Holy mother of god…damn it!’

Draco winced at the wordless cry of pain in Potter’s mind. ‘Ignore me, deal with the bitch.’

‘R…right…I’ll get the truth out of you Malfoy.’

‘Of course you will,’ Draco snapped at him his eyes rolling at the utter stupidity of the statement. ‘You can hear my fucking thoughts. Do you really think I can hide the TRUTH from you, Potter?’

‘I can’t ignore you if you keep distracting me…prat.’

Draco actually laughed at that. The house elf gathering his clothes from the floor glanced up at him. When Draco glared at the little vermin it went back to it’s work.

For the next thirty minutes Draco worked to keep his mind blank as he was forced to listen to Harry’s mental curses and hexes. His Aunt was quite the taskmaster. ‘More of a slave master…sorry.’

Harry’s thoughts ground to a halt. ‘Malfoy?’

‘Uh…yeah?’

‘Did you just apologize?’

‘Well, yes. I was trying not to distract you. Then I went and thought again and, well, I didn’t mean to.’

‘Oh…’ Harry’s mind was quite for a few minutes. Draco couldn’t help but wonder if he had stopped washing the dishes as well.

‘No…I already made that mistake today. I’m not as daft as you think Malfoy.’

‘Right, sorry.’

Once more Harry’s mind was quite. Although the feeling in Draco’s mind, definitely not his own, told him that the boy was dumbfounded.

‘I may be a Malfoy but I’m not a complete arse.’

‘Coulda fooled me…at least when your talking out loud.’

‘Well that’s the point isn’t it. To fool you? I AM a Malfoy, Potter.’

‘Uh…right. Let me finish these ok?’

‘Right.’

Draco schooled his thought into silence once more. He could tell that Potter was attempting the same, but he had little practice at it. Thoughts about Draco, their mind link, Petunia, and the dishes kept filtering into Draco’s mind. It almost made him laugh, how hard Potter was trying to stop the thoughts, how utterly he was failing.

‘It’s ok, Potter, you can think if you want. I’m not doing anything that take the attention you need.’

‘Yeah, your probably sitting on your arse,’ Harry thought in a morose tone.

‘Sitting has it’s uses. Now hurry up and finish.’

(((…Stun…)))

Draco sat silent on his bed for the entire day. Waiting for Harry to go to bed. His chores, if they could possibly be called such, would only end when he was thrown into his room.

Lunch and dinner passed, each occasion Draco was forced to come out of his self induced trance to order the house elves out. Then once more to reassure his mother that he was fine, he just had no appetite.

Finally Harry was in his bed. His thoughts still raced. Questions and half assed answers swirling from his mind to Draco’s.

‘Are you away from your relatives now?’ Draco thought, wanting to confirm his freedom to now think.

‘Yeah. Why are you in my head?’

‘I think It was that spell that Longbottom messed up,’ Draco thought.

‘But…why did it take so long for us to start hearing each other’s thoughts?’

Draco shrugged before remembering that Harry couldn’t see him. ‘I don’t know.’

‘And why did you hear me a whole week before I heard you?’

‘I think that was because it was aimed at me. It just sort of reached out and snagged you. The spell I mean.’

‘Oh. Well fuck this is weird.’

‘You’re telling me, Potter. I’ve had to listen to you for a week and it’s still fucking weird, and wrong! And your relatives are fucking pigs!’

‘Um…yeah…I can’t believe you heard that shit…god…oh god…’

‘Oh stop stewing about it. It’s not like I’m going to tell anyone,’ Draco snapped at him.

‘Why not?’ Harry asked, thoroughly surprised.

‘Well…why would I?’

‘Because you’re Malfoy.’

‘Oh stuff it potter! I’m not going to gloat because you get stabbed every night and slapped around all day and treated like a servant in your own home! Besides, it’s not like telling people will even help you so there’s no purpose, if Dumbledore had wanted you safe he wouldn’t have put you there in the first place!’

There was a brief silence following Draco’s tirade. ‘You would tell only if you thought it would help me?’ Harry finally asked, sounding more than a little stunned.

‘Well…yes…’

‘Oh…’
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