Ugly Truth

Chapter 3

Draco's POV

I was crumbling. Right then and there. In my own dorm, the one I got all to myself, crying. I couldn't face it. My head kept making me have strange mood waves. Just last night (actually about 4 hours ago) I was on a mission to kill Potter, but I came to my senses, just as he stepped out into my view, and I felt ever so very guilty, and I asked him to be friends.

He said yes.

Curse emotions.

Literally. Just 'cruicio' them.

But my brain did the right thing. It helped me, sort of.

I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked like death himself. I cringed and fell to my knees, my perfect hair springing out of place, and for the first time ever, I didn't care. My face was tear streaked but it looked dirty, I even looked stressed. So many things were happening. My parents and the rest of my family besides my godfather, had been sent to Azkaban, I was severely struggling with my sexuality, and I, for some unknown reason, get butterflies in my stomach when I look at Potter. Horrible.

Me and Snape have grown closer, a lot closer, he seemed happier, his dark mark was fading, and he is the only person in this world that I would consider family. And that says a lot considering how big my family tree is.

I needed to talk to Snape. Ugh. I composed myself enough and made my way out the dungeons and toward Snape's class. I knocked and heard a tired "Yes?" From inside and decided to enter; he was grading papers and looked overly stressed, I hate seeing him like this.

"Hey Sev." I mumbled, strolling over to him, taking a seat. "Ah, yes, Draco?" He asked, turning to me. "I think something's wrong... With me." I spoke, it almost sounding like a question. Snape looked confused to say the least, but he seemed to catch on quick enough. "Ah, you are having mood swings?" He concluded for himself almost, turning back to his grading whilst mumbling something under his breath, shaking his head lightly.

"Yeah... Sort of." I murmured, mainly to myself. He of course heard me though, snapping his head to meet mine. "What do you mean?" He'd defiantly become kinder. "I... I walked into Potter the other day... And he ran off, he hid in the bathroom, and I stood outside until he came out, I had 'crucio' on the tip of my tounge, but, I couldn't, when I saw him... He was so scared. I just kind of... Wanted to hold him, I just became so... So nice." I concluded, slumping back in my chair.

Snape looked confused for a second, but then he looked at me, "I've never heard of that happening before... Black, he's Harry's Godfather, by wizarding laws, yes?" He asked, although I think he was just thinking out loud. "Yeah I think so. And Lupin, too." Snape nodded his head, coming to a conclusion, "Harry might of have inherited some wolf traits, and since your father was a death eater before you were born, it could have gave you magical traits, so both your brains might be trying to find a mate? But its unlikely. You were probably having mood swings."

I shifted in my seat, "Are you sure I have magical traits from my father... C-can I erase them?" I asked, after cursing myself for stuttering, "Its possible, yes, but you might not even have them." He said, in his normal tone, once again turning back to his work. "If you wish I can run a test on Saturday." I nodded at that, it was Wednesday anyway. Or Tuesday night. Whichever you prefer as it was about 5 am, but I hadn't slept yet. "Night, Snape." I mumbled, going back to my dorm.

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I had transfiguration, with bloody Hufflepuffs! It was the slowest lesson ever. (No hate on HufflePuffs! Sorry if it offended you!)

There was a knock on the door, and Snape walked in, "Draco. Come." He demanded, and I did as said. "Yes, professor?" I asked, "We are doing the test now, come." And he sharply turned, leaving me to walk after him. "Sev, why now?" I questioned, whispering so nobody heard me, "Because if you don't have it now it will be on your mind until Saturday, and you won't sleep or concentrate in your classes. Now, sit." He finished as we entered the room, and I did as he said.