The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

The darkest of souls (Draco)

Somehow, I was in topless Harry Potter's arms, the snow twinkiling magically behind us, Hermione having returned to Gryffindor tower, pressumeably to go back to bed or something- it was half-past five on a Saturday morning after all. She left me with him, embraced as if we were lovers, the sun rising steadily behind us. When I eventually let go, he was smiling, and I wondered why for all those years I hadn't liked, or trusted him. He looked at me with his bright green eyes, that could melt your soul, and I realised I must look like a mess- stood here in my dirty hoodie he had returned, my cheeks blotchy from crying, crazy enough to be barefoot on a day like this. He nudged my toe with his, and said "You must be freezing."

"No more than you" I replied, border line friendly.  My father would be so mad. "And where are your glasses? You need to get your act together Potter, you're getting sloppy."

He pretended to be mad, but he wasn't a very good actor. "It's not my fault! Someone insited I be out of bed before half past five, and Hermione dragged me here with no shoes, shirt or glasses, so sorry if I don't meet your impeccible standards Mr Malfoy."

"I'll let you off just this once then" I grinned, for the first time in months. No, said the horrible voice in my head. You don't deserve happiness. You're going to be a murderer, just like your father. He flashed through my mind, for about the twentieth time since I'd woken up, long white hair billowing out like a cloud, the snarl on his face meaning danger was comming. My smile wavered, and the Boy wonder cocked his head on his side like a curious puppy.

"What's bothering you Draco? Come on, you can tell me." No Potter, I really can't. I've seen how easily your heart can break - Cho, Cedric, Ginny, Sirius. Don't let me do it. But who could resist those god damn eyes, begging you to spill your darkest secrets? My head shook of it own accord, but words tumbled out my mouth before I could catch them.

"You want to know what's bothering me?" I blurbled, and he nodded. "My father sent me a mission, something that he failed to do, and has consequently passed down to me. Please don't let me tell you- you've been a good friend in the past five minutes, I don't want to ruin the little friendship we have built." I shifted anxiously from foot to foot, hoping he would take this and leave it, somehow doubting that he would, until he lifted up my chin with one long finger, so I was forced to look at him.

"No Draco, you tell me" he said urgently.

"He was trying to kill Dumbledore" I blurted. "There was a prophecy about Voldemort, that a white haired man would over throw him, someone whom he hated bitterly. He thinks that's Dumbledore, so he set out my dad to kill him. However, due to his role in the Ministry battle, he's now in Azkaban, awaiting trial for attempted killing of minors."

"My friends" he cut in, biting his lip. "Go on."

"In the meantime, he's told me I have to k-kill Dumbledore. Take his place, to preserve the Malfoy family tree or something stupid. If I don't, then he'll kill me. Actually kill me. He's already in Azkaban, why not increase the sentence? Bellatrix Lestrange- you know her?"

"We've met" he replied, looking slightly shell shocked to say the least at my tale.

"She made him take an unbreakable vow. She dosen't trust him to say the least. Basically, if I fail to kill Dumbledore by February the ninth, Snape will die too."

"Right" he said, staring into space. "So, what if you kill Dumbledore?"

"If I kill Dumbledore, I wouldn't be able to recover from that- how do you look at a man who raised you from when you did accidental magic all the time, and just kill him?" Another pesky tear dribbled down my face, but I tried hard not to show him- I'd cried enough in the past few days. "Snape will then have to kill him, and be sent to Azkaban and rot there until his final day on earth, or not kill him and die from the vow. It's all very confusing."