Close To Crazy

Pain, Initiation, & Realization.

After being lost for what felt like an hour, Draco finally got his bearings and found the main hallway. Which only led him to run into three more guards, he quickly disarmed them and knocked them unconscious. Draco had to admit that he had never been more happy about being able to defend himself so simply, then he was right now. He silently thanked Jacob for, what seemed to be, the hundreth time today and rounded another corner only to run into at very least ten guards this time. Could he kick their asses? Yes. All at once? Maybe. Could he be positve about that? Nope. So he turned around and ran for it, Draco may have been stubborn, sure, but stupid he was not.
“There he is!” one of them shouted as Draco sprinted down the hall,
“Get’im!” So Draco ran, and ran, and ran. So these men weren’t very good with hand to hand combat but they seemed to run fairly well, that’s when Draco decided maybe he should try hiding. He must have tried fifty doors before he found one that opened, any other time he would have checked to see if anyone was occupying it but seven guards were on his ass and he was long since past having trouble breathing. So he pushed it open, rushed inside and slammed the door shut taking deep ragged breaths.
“What a pleasant surprise Malfoy.”
“Shit…” Draco mummbled, and turned on the balls of his feet toward his captor. “Potter.” He sneered, well he hadn’t done that in a while. “May I inquire as to why you found it so necessary to barge into my hotel room at six in the morning?” Now it was Harry’s turn to sneer,
“We have been looking for you for sometime now Malfoy.”
“We?” Draco asked and wondered if Potter had invisible people he talked to,
"The Order." Harry said snidely.
“The Order? You brainless lot?” Draco said his lip curling in disgust, Potter literaly lept over his desk and bum-rushed Draco against the door painfully.
“Listen here you pathetic weak worm-”
“Weak?” Draco choked out as Potter pressed his arm tightly against Draco’s windpipe, Draco reached up with his left hand and wrapped his long fingers around Potter’s left wrist and turned Potter’s arm and shoved the flat of his right hand into the crook of Potter’s shoulder and back. It gave a satisfing jerk and Potter yelped in surprise, more then pain, as his left arm was yanked from its socket. Draco smiled, moved his right hand to Potter’s right shoulder, hooked his left leg around the dark-haired man’s legs and pushed. Potter’s body landed with and audible thump and Draco landed on him, pinning the wizard’s right arm firmly under his own body.
“Weak you say?” Draco smirked, Harry cursed loudly. “Now, now, now, Mr. Potter, it would do you well to shut-the-fuck-up. I don’t know why your hell-bent on capturing me but I assure you I have not done anything wrong.” Potter snorted at that, and Draco rolled his eyes for the millionth time that day. “Eighteen years Potter and now you decided that I need punishing? What are you daft?”
“You deserve to die you piece of crap.” Potter said his body shaking with anger,
“Yeah? Why’s that?”
“You have that…that…mark. You belonged to him. You served him on your own accord, you and those worthless friends of yours.” Rage swelled up so quickly in Draco he was sure it would explode out of his chest.
“What the the fuck do you know about my friends Potter?” Draco seethed through clenched teeth trying not to slam the other man’s head into the floor. “Come to think of it, what the fuck do you know about me or my life at all?” and then Draco felt a large boot kick him in the side and one of his ribs cracked, Draco flew off Harry and into the front of the desk. His temple connected with the corner and everything went black.

He ran…Draco ran as fast s he could. Knowing if he stopped something bad would get him.

“It’s alright my son…” his father said, but it wasn’t alright. You could almost taste the maddness in Lucius’ voice, so Draco kept running, but he was so small and his father was so big, how could he get away?

He couldn’t. Draco looked up into his Father’s cold stare and pleaded
“Papa…please…don’t. I’ll be good. I swear I will.” His Father smiled but it was wrong somehow, like Lucius had lost his mind and then Draco felt it, the pain. There was so much pain. And Blood. There was always so much blood…

“NO!” Draco sat up screaming covered in sweat and then groaned. God his head hurt, he closed his eyes against the blinding pain, and sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t sleeping beauty…” Draco narrowed his eyes at the voice and looked in the direction it had come, red hair, lanky figure, freckles.
“Weasley.” Draco said curtly. And then Draco noticed that he was not behind bars, or in somme grungy room, no he was still in what he assumed to be Harry’s office. There was nothing blocking Draco from the door except Weasley, and Draco thought ‘I can take him.’ Draco got up tentaivly and fell against the desk. Okay, so maybe he couldn’t at the moment. Then Draco began to think a little more clearly and he reached out toward Weasley, nothing happened so he reached out futher. Still nothing, now he was three feet away from Weasley, Draco moved closer and BAM he went shooting across the room and slammed into the desk, again.
“Bugger…” Draco said and he looked up to see the red haired man laughing his bloody arse off. “So glad you enjoyed that you stupid git.” Weasley just continued to laugh and Draco surpressed the urge to beat the shit out of him, which he couldn’t very well do considering the barrier. It was powerfull, Draco had not felt magic in a long time, but he knew it when he flt it. Knew that each wizard had its own signature feel to their magic and knew that this was Potter’s magic. Powerful, strong and it crackled without being touched. Draco sighed and leaned against the desk.
“So…what am I doing here?” Draco drawled looking at Ron, Ron’s face darkened considerably,
“You’ll go before the Minister of Magic tomorrow and have a trial to determine whether or not your gulity of being involved with Death Eaters, which we all know you have been,” Weasely looked at him pointedly “and then you go to Azkaban.” Draco took a double take at that.
“Wait…what?!” Draco stood up,
“You.” Ron pointed at him “Go.” He made a walking motion with his fingers “To.” He help up two fingers. “Azkaban.” Ron now twirled his index finger against his temple. Now Draco’s face darkened,
“What the fuck for?!?!” the blonde screamed. Ron smiled evily,
“Because, you great dope, of your involvement with Death Eaters.” Draco snarled at himand Ron’s smile widened
“1. I’m not a dope. 2. I am no longer involved with magic at all. I destroyed my wand for Christ sake! 3. I had my bloody reasons for 'being involved' with them you stupid ninny and 4. Your going to punish me for something that happened 18 years ago?!?! What are you all daft?!”
“That’s enough shouting Malfoy.” Harry Potter said stepping into the room with Hermione Granger in tow.
“Blow me.” Draco said making a face.
“Where is Pansy Parkinson?” Potter asked ignoring the comment, Draco was losing his temper again. How was it that one man could be so bloody infuriating?
“None of you Goddamn bussiness Potty.” Draco seethed, wanting to throttle the dark haired wizard.
“What, you didn’t marry the bitch?” Ron asked snidely and Draco went flying toward him, his fingers turned like claws ready to tear Weasley’s eyes out. Draco hit the barrier and flew across the enclosed space, slamming into the wall. Draco shook his head,
“You shut your mouth, you filthy little toad, you don’t know a fucking thing about her!” Draco could swear he saw red. Ron just laughed.
“Sure I do. She banged you for your money.”
“RONALD WEASLEY!” Hermione screamed before Draco could react she walked over to Weasley and smacked him across the face. Harry smirked slightly at Ron, who just looked at Harry with a shocked questioning face.
“Hey mate you deserved that one.”
“I deeply apologize for my language Ms. Granger,” Draco hissed looking at Hermione he meant what he said to her dearly, she seemed to be the only one here who wasn’t treating him like shit, he sobered up “You want to know what happened to Pansy?” he asked in an almost eerily calm voice, “Are you sure you want to know?” Harry looked extremly uncertain and Ron, smug bastred he was, just sat there looking at him. “After you won the War Harry…all of the Death Eaters went mad with rage, including Pansy’s father, who wasn’t high on the list of right hand men to Ol’Voldy but a faithfull follower he was, and so in going mad he killed Pansy’s mother. The crazy bastard beat her to death, the next day at the breakfeast table. But I’m plenty sure you read about that yeah?” Draco locked his gaze with Harry who looked like he wanted to desperatly look away but he held his gaze to Draco’s. A sneer pulled at Draco’s lips, “and then he went after his daughter. When Bryon Parkinson had started to beat his wife, Pansy had heard it and ran. But hey, after what she did the night before for you two pigs she really couldn’t get far and Bryon caught up with her. And he beat her, with his bear hands. And he beat her. And he beather. Her body was finally found three days later in the canyon just outside of her father's estate. She had thrown herself off the cliff.” The blonde looked up, Hermione looked as if she was going to be ill, as did Ron, and Harry just looked sad. “Oh don’t give me your pity.” Draco raged at him, “You think that’s bad? Blaise Zabini.You remember him?” Harry didn’t move, “Do you?! Come on Potter! Your never one to forget a face! Blaise. Zabini. Remember?” Harry nodded slightly and he looked scared, as if Draco had become some monster and was about to make all his worst nightmares come true, “Good. He lasted a little longer than Parkinson, but when the news came out giving all the names of the Death Eaters and supposed Death Eaters that were to be captured and, eventualy sent to Azkaban, he ran. But it wasn’t that that did him in, no, it was the nightmares that did Zabini in. Those horrible nightmares. Do you know what happens after you receive the Dark Mark?” Draco was crying now, tearsstreaming down his face “DO YOU?!?! Do you know what the initiation is once you receive the that fucking scar?!” Draco swiped at his eyes and he looked at The Golden Trio, “No. I’m sure you don’t.” he looked back down “Zabini went crazy. He went mad and decided to play Russian roulette.” The blonde wiped at his eyes with his sleeve and cleared his throat. “Everyone else? I’m not sure. But just so we are clear, you know when you went into that Mansion where Voldemort was?” Draco had his eyes still locked with Harry’s,
“Yes…” the former Gryffindor whispered
“Didn’t you ever wonder how the wards got so damn weak?” Draco inclined “Hmm?” Harry shook his head “Oh yes…because we, us dirty filthy Slytherins made it so. The night before, we went around the whole perimeter and broke down the wards the best we could.”
“No…”Draco heard Weasley say, and he whipped his head toward him and smiled sickningly,
“That’s right, Ronald we were on your side. After all the shit we gave up, we were on your side.”

TBC!!!