The Domino Effect [DRARRY]

11.

Welcome to my nightmare. Welcome to my breakdown. I hope I didn't scare you. - Alice Cooper

Harry was still naked, sprawled out on the sofa, with Draco straddling his thighs. The blonde had just finished casting a cleaning spell on them and was now looking at him with mild curiosity.

"I'm sorry to ask this, Harry, but... Will you tell me now what they did to you?"

Harry jumped slightly and then sighed. "Why do you need to know, Draco? You know the worst of it. Why do you need to hear all the sordid details?"

"I don't," Draco explained, "but I think you need to tell them. I want to help you, Harry, and to do that, you need to tell me everything."

Harry thought about it for a minute; he couldn't tell Draco everything, he couldn't bring himself to talk about it. It wasn't that he didn't trust the other boy, he did for some strange reason, but he knew that if he tried to explain it, he'd get caught up in the feelings, and he refused to let himself be weak again. He had locked those feelings away in a little place inside his mind. They would never be gone, but for now, and until he took them out, if he took them out, they would remain there, not affecting his life at the moment. Just as he'd done with the memories of Cedric, and of Sirius. Perhaps it wasn't healthy, but if he didn't do this, he'd never be able to train properly, to learn how to live up to his potential. He'd be locked in a ward at St. Mungo's. Babbling and crying.

He'd shed enough tears in the past two days, it wasn't going to happen again; he was done with crying. It was time move on, to get even, to get revenge. But the look on Draco's face, the sincerity, it made him want to share this experience with him.

"I can't tell you, Draco," Harry reached for his wand, "but I can show you."

Draco went rigid as the memories began to assault him. He had never experienced anything like this before, it was like seeing through Harry's eyes, hearing with Harry's ears, and when Harry spoke, it was as though it were him speaking, only with Harry's voice. And had the Weasel always been that tall?

"Harry! Hurry up, mate. Seamus and Dean managed to sneak a whole case of Butterbeer into the dorm after our last Hogsmeade weekend. They've been saving it for the after-party of this match!"

"Go on ahead then, I'll only be a bit longer. I just have to get dressed and put my gear away."

"Go on! I can walk myself back. I stood up to Voldemort for Godric's sake!"

"If your sure... I'll make sure to save you a Butterbeer. Don't be too long, eh?"

"I won't."

It was a curious sensation to say the least. Seeing through blurry eyes, feeling the unfamiliar, yet all too familiar feeling of glasses being placed on his nose, hooked over his ears. Walking from the locker room, Draco mused on the difference of being in Harry's body - Harry's legs were shorter, his strides not as long.

"Petrificus Totalus."

Draco recognised the voice as being Blaise Zabini. He dreaded what he knew was coming next. Perhaps asking Harry to share this with him wasn't the smartest thing he'd ever done. Damn his infernal curiosity!

He felt himself being dragged inside, felt his mouth being pried open and the taste of cotton and broom polish as a filthy rag was stuffed into his mouth.

"Perstringo strictum," Zabini whispered. "Can't have you casting wandless magic at us in your panicked state, now can we?"

Oh no, Draco thought to himself, couldn't have that, could we?