The Domino Effect [DRARRY]

19.

What's wrong, what's wrong now? Too many, too many problems. Don't know where she belongs, where she belongs. She wants to go home, but nobody's home. It's where she lies, broken inside. With no place to go, no place to go to dry her eyes. Broken inside. - Avril Lavigne

Gregory Goyle looked around his new room and sighed. It was a nice enough room, but it was so... empty. Ever since he'd first come to Hogwarts he'd always shared a room with the other boys. Crabbe, Malfoy, Zabini and Nott had always been there, every year. It was one of the few constants he had in his life, one of the only things that was thrust upon him that he really hadn't minded. Now he was alone, and while it was preferable to having to join the Dark Lord, it was still lonely.

Opening the wardrobe, Goyle sighed again as he looked at his new school uniforms. Skirts, blouses, robes and knee socks. There were even a pair of low-heeled dress shoes.

He just had to remind himself that this was his choice, and as long as Potter won the war - and didn't get himself killed - it wasn't permanent either.

But he still wasn't happy about the loss of his dick.

~!~

"Harry," Hermione leaned over to whisper in Harry's ear. "Does something seem, I don't know, off about Professor Snape today?"

Harry looked to the front of the room where the Potions Master was sitting at his desk, a scowl on his face, and rearranging himself in his chair every couple of minutes. He allowed himself a brief smile before schooling his features and facing his friend. "He seems fine to me. I suppose if you really want to know if there's something wrong, you could always follow him around at night," Harry answered and then returned to his notes, completely ignoring Hermione's slight gasp.

The rest of the class passed in a somewhat strained manner as Harry continued to copy the notes from the board and pretend that he didn't notice Hermione watching him. He had a plan in mind to pay her and Ron back for being nosey. He just needed to talk to Draco first. If it went off the way he wanted it to, they'd never spy on him again.

~!~

The rest of the day had passed uneventfully and Harry and Draco were now secreted away in their little hide away down in the Chamber of Secrets.

"Merlin, Harry! Are you serious?" Draco exclaimed somewhat horrified. "All this time, you've trusted the man to look out for you, to guide you, and he's the reason you've lost so much." Draco shook his head sadly. "My father always said he was a meddling old fool, but I never really gave it much thought."

"I know. When I think of everything he's cost me..." Harry trailed off as his eyes narrowed in anger. Draco put his arms around Harry but the other boy shrugged him off and began pacing back and forth in the room.

"I could have been normal, Draco. I could have been raised as a wizard, in a real home with a family that loved me. I might have had siblings, a little brother or sister, I would have known Sirius my whole life, he wouldn't have died defending me." Draco could feel Harry's power as it filled the room. He only hoped the other boy calmed himself before something happened. Looking up at his lover from where he'd taken a seat on the couch, he doubted that calm was anywhere near Harry's range of emotions at the moment.

"I wouldn't have this stupid fucking scar and be the sodding Boy-Who-Lived!" Harry spat as he stopped and faced his lover. The anger drained away leaving behind hurt and confusion.

"Why would he do that, Draco, why? I mean, my parents had a plan - they were going to leave the country; we would have been safe. Instead I grew up with muggles who hated me, who locked me in a cupboard and called me a freak. I don't understand," Harry finished softly as Draco pulled him down onto the sofa and held him close.