Drarry; the last horcrux

Chapter 38

'GODFUCKINGDAMNIT' Draco shouts and he throws the third book without having anything useful in it against the wall.

'Calm down will you.' Harry says and tugs on Draco's wrist, causing him to sit down again.
During their research, it had become cold and they snuggled against each other.
Draco had conjured a blanket, but wasn't able to conjure one that was big enough to sit far away from each other. So they were 'forced' to get rather cozy. Not that they were complaining.

'How am I supposed to calm down when we broke into the fucking ministry to get those books, and they're just as useless as the books here at Hogwarts?' Draco exclaims, but he is already calming down and he grabs another book.
Secrets of the Darkest Arts it is called, and looks rather old.
Harry turns back to his own book, scanning the pages for something useful, but he doesn't find anything.
Sighing, he closes his book and stares at Draco.
He likes looking at Draco while he's concentrated, Harry noticed that he bites his lower lip when he thinks he's close tho finding something useful, that he frowns when he needs a moment to understand what the book is saying, and his eyes light up when he understands it.
Also, Harry noticed that Draco reads incredibly fast. His eyes are scanning the pages so fast that Harry thinks he isn't even reading the book.

'How did you learn to read that fast?' Harry asks, but Draco doesn't answer. He frowns and Harry wonders what it is that Draco doesn't understand.

'Harry.' Draco says slowly and looks up, pointing at something on the page.
Harry scoots over to Draco, although he could've read it from where he sat.

.....when a horcrux is created from pure evil, the horcrux will create it's own curse. It protects the horcrux against people with good intentions, only people with a truly evil heart can touch the horcrux without getting cut and lose his/her bones........

'What do they mean with pure evil?' Harry asks, nobody is pure evil.

'I guess it means that if a pure evil soul kills a pure evil soul, it melts together and creates this self-cursing horcrux.' Draco explains.

'Voldemort killed his part In me, he killed a horcrux to create another horcrux, a horcrux is pure evil isn't it?' Harry asks, slowly realizing what it all means.

Draco nods.
'And the Dark l-V-Voldemort is also pure evil.' he states.
'More innocent creatures than house-elves don't exist, everything bad they do is their masters fault, so they always stay pure. That's why Vonkey lost het arm.'

'But your father....' Harry starts but cuts himself of, Draco probably realized that himself already; he doesn't need Harry to rub it in.
Draco's face gets a painful expression.

'I know.' He whispers, clearly hurt.
'My father turns out to be truly evil after all.'

Harry wraps his arm around Draco, rubbing sooting circles on his shoulder with his thumb to comfort him.
One question burns on Harrys tongue, and he decides it's better to ask it now, when Draco is already thinking about his father, than bring it up later.

'Why were you so sure your father was innocent?' Harry asks carefully, not wanting to push Draco.

The blonde takes a deep breath.
'My father wasn't willingly a death-eater, that's what he told my mother every time. His father, my grandfather was the first death-eater in the Malfoy family, when V-Voldemort was stronger than ever. He forced my father to join them when he was just a teenager. He wanted to make his father proud, and got the mark.
When Voldemort dissapeared, grandfather was sentenced to a dementors kiss, and father was relieved he finally was free, but Voldemort came back, and liked our house the most. '
Draco starts sobbing quietly, although he tries his best to hide it, Harry feels his body shock every now and then.
'Father was forced to stay loyal to Voldemort, or he would've killed our whole family. Father was forced to do cruel things to keep us alive, such as raising his own son to be a death-eater.'
Another sob escapes from Draco's throat and Harry hugs him tightly.
'I was raised strict and by Voldemorts' rules, my father later explained to me that it was better to do as Voldemort said, because it would endanger the whole family if Voldemort would use legilimens on me and discover I wasn't raised his way.
My mother didn't agree with it, she didn't want her only son to be raised a death-eater, but it wasn't like she had a choice.'
Tears stream out of Draco's eyes now.
'I was forced to watch people die a slow death, I saw Voldemort using avada countless times, and I just watched.'
Draco shakes violently now, and even Harry has to hold back his tears.
'I TORTURED people Harry, I thought I was making my father proud. I was just like my father, a boy who wanted to make his father proud, with the only difference that my father was actually making his father proud, and I was just making my father realize what a monster he raised.'
'My father was so relieved when the war was over, so happy I didn't like to be a death-eater, that I made the right choice. I just couldn't believe he voluntarily does something for Voldemort, after all that we've been through.' Draco finishes and silently cries into Harry's shoulder.
Harry rubs sooting circles on Draco's back, while silent tears roll down his cheeks.
He had never even thought about the possibility of the death-eaters not having a choice, but when Draco talks about his father, he almost seems loving.

'You aren't a monster Draco.' Harry whispers.
'You're wonderful.'

Draco stopped crying and manages a weak smile, pressing his lips against Harry's.

A/N! Not necessary to read.
Woah, I got really sad writing this chapter. I'm secretly proud of it though :)