Drarry One-Shots

Darkness Inside Pt2

 Draco sighed frustrated as he slammed the book he was reading shut, he picked it up and placed it onto the growing pile of books beside him on the floor. Leaning back in his chair, he ran his hands over his face before he crossed his arms and turned his chair around, so it was facing the fireplace. He watched the shadows from the fire dance across the wall and sighed again. He rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up and went to the large floor-to-ceiling picture window. Staring out of it into the dark night, he crossed his arms again as he leaned against the wall. He had been alone here at the manor now for three days, he had come here because he needed to figure shit out, but he was no closer now than he was when he got here. Not wanting Harry or their mates to worry about him, he made a habit of owling them a note every afternoon to ease their worries and stop them from coming to the manor.

 It was lonely and isolating at the manor, but he wasn't truly alone here, he had the ghosts of his past to keep him company. He wanted to go home but knew he couldn't yet, not until he figured out what was going on, at least being here he couldn't hurt anyone he loved...he couldn't hurt Harry. He had been tempted many times to go to Azkaban and talk to Lucius about what was happening to him but he never did. Going there meant that he'd have to talk to the man who had failed him his entire life, the man who cared more about power and money than he did his own wife and only child. He hasn't seen or spoken to...hell, he hasn't thought about the prat since he went to Azkaban, and yet here he was contemplating going now.

 No, dammit, Lucius could piss off, he didn't need him to figure out what was going on. He was no longer that terrified, obedient, devoted son, truthfully, he wasn't even before the war had ended, that's why he could never go through with anything that he had been ordered to do. He didn't need his father growing up, dammit, and he sure as hell didn't need him now. He'd figure out what was going on and fix it, he just needed...his thoughts were interrupted by his Dark Mark suddenly beginning to burn again. Terrified of what he'd find, he slowly pulled back his sleeve with trembling fingers.

 "Draco?"

 "Pansy!" Draco said startled as he quickly put his arm down and turned to face her. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack, because if you are, mission accomplished." He added as he calmed down. "Why are you here?"

 "I came to check on you."

 "Why?" Draco questioned, shaking his still burning arm slightly.

 "Seriously, Draco?" Pansy asked frustrated. "Maybe because you haven't been home in three days and you refuse to tell any of us what's going on with you. We're all worried about you, Draco." She said as she walked toward the desk and the pile of books on the floor beside it.

 "Yes, and as I keep telling all of you, I can't tell you something that isn't happening, now can I, Pans?" Draco lied as the pain in his arm grew more intense.

 "Then explain the leaning tower of books and the pile of books on the desk about dark magic, curses, and prophecies?"

 "I don't have to do a damn thing." Draco refused bitterly.

 "Does this have anything to do with your Dark Mark?" Pansy asked

 "W-what?" Draco asked shocked.

 "Did you forget, that besides Blaise and Harry, I know you better than anyone and I know your mark is bothering you, I see it in your eyes. I know what to look for, Draco, I was there for you when you were forced to take it, I remember what it looked like." Pansy explained gently.

 "You're wrong, I'm fine." Draco lied again.

 "Come home, Dray, please, Harry needs you...we need you." Pansy said softly.