When You Turn Your Back [Drarry]

[17] Crossfire

“Now, tell me. How is this possible that you, of all people, got to this point?” Draco stared, fighting to hold on to the fact that he was not having a nightmare.

“Why am I getting a feeling that you are not as affected as I thought you'd be?”

“Because you are not the same person as the Harry that is currently in the other building trying to save his friend, still assuming that they are unsuspecting.” Draco explained, throat constricting from an irrational fear and confusion that attacked him from within. “He's anything but envious, but you are envious. You envy our perfect little world that had built up with such adoration.”

“But, not everything is as perfect as it seems to be, is it?”

“No, it's not. It needs work, compromise, and understanding. Which I did —”

“How is that man so stupid as to trust you lot? Like, you are the perfect little heir of the Malfoy family, calculating all your moves months before taking them. Hell, even Harry was in your calculations to build up a perfect life for yourself —”

“He was in my calculations because I wanted him to be a part of my life. I don't choose people to make my life perfect. I'm capable of doing that myself. I chose Harry because he chose me.”

“Bullshit!”

“No, it's not.” Draco shook his head. “It's the truth. Who the hell do you think me to be, some tabloid whore that would jump at the opportunity on befriending the Chosen One because he saved my life?”

“No, you're not a tabloid whore. You just want your ass out of Azkaban, that's all.”

“They would have never put me in the Azkaban, to begin with. Without consent and underage, that's a thing in our government. They have laws for those circumstances. House arrest was the worst they could do.”

The questions in his head were disappearing one by one with every second that passed. They left him, answered satisfactorily. The only thing that bounced around the walls was the huge question of ʼwhyʼ that buckled his knees in anticipation of what he might come to know.

“You have created this world of mirage around him, that he can't see anything past the the illusion.”

“The greatest illusion that he has been living with is that the enemy is someone that he doesn't know. What do we see here, though? His past is after his future, trying to destroy anything that he has managed to accomplish till this day!” Draco raised his voice, suppressing the dreadful feeling that everything would demolish into the dust, that Harry would end up being the person that stood in front of him. It was his fear, of his world crumbling down to nothing but mistakes on his part.

“It's you three who is trying to destroy him from within —”

“Do you think you are better than that?” Draco yelled, straining his voice box to its maximum. “You talk about fear, that it's the most crippling feeling of all. But what is your fear? I'll tell what your fear is. You are scared of getting lost in the timeline! You fear that you won't have these people around you that you are so hellbound to hurt. And since you can't be here for long, you are after the time turner that will help you to come back in this world and be here for as long as you like to.”

A bitter laugh, that's what his reaction was to Draco's words, cackling like he was mad, even though he looked like he was about to cry. “Look at you, narrating my intentions as though it were yours. How did you find out though, like how do you know that I am after the time turner or it's me, Harry, himself?”

“Because you wanted me to find out, didn't you? All these hints and clues that you throw around, pretending like you made a mistake, but no, you are too clever for these kind of mistakes. Your robes in that apartment in Stirling, they are of exact size as Harry wears, even the styles match.”