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Blood Traitor - Rewritten

The air is frozen lace on the student's skin, delicate and cold, like winter waves on shallow sand. The sky is washed with grey, watery light illuminating thin patches to brilliance. The branches hang low with the weight of the snow, the green is still there under the brilliant white, contrasting perfectly in that "winter wonderland" sort of way. While the layer looks as solid as any forest floor anyone would sink right up to their knees or beyond. The sky is clear now, a perfect uninterrupted blue. It's odd to think that the grass is still down there, surviving as best it can until the spring melt, entombed in the compacted and icy layers lower down. After yesterday's storm the top layer is perfect powder, our coldest season doesn't get any better than this.

On this icy Friday evening, the students were gathered in the Great Hall for dinner. Laid on the long, oak table is an amount of food that on any other day would be expected to last several more. Students craved the sensation of fullness and the richness year round. At the sight of the delicacies their mouths water. There are pheasants and goose, a bowl or roasted root vegetables, creamy sauces with garden herbs and best of all there are fresh tomatoes. The sight of them is a tonic. With the aroma of the food igniting memories, they dug in with joy, piling plates and not minding their manners. Manners are not for feasts! And they talk, laugh, reminisce about the past. The war hit them hard, but they were recovering.

Alone at the end of the Slytherin table was Draco Malfoy, his eyes fixed upon the far wall as he zoned out. After the long days of being so alone, the pain ebbed. He thought he would feel the knives in his back forever, the long blades slicing into such sensitive flesh. There were days Draco's brain felt electrocuted, so violently defocused and the pain, the emotional pain, was so all encompassing he simply existed as a matter of will power. They say you come out of these things stronger, and he guesses that's true, but you come out wiser too. He still had his loving heart, he was proud to say. He still has his idealism and courage. He still takes forward leaps whether he could see the ground or not. But this heart, it's not for everyone, it's not for the ones who threw the knives, forgiven though they are. When Draco was in pain, he took it out on Harry. When he couldn't say to his parents how their actions kept him in constant pain, Harry was a safe target. So all Harry saw was "push and pull." A push away when Draco needed to act out a form of "strength," and a pull when he panicked, needing Harry close. Draco apologised the first day they had gotten back. It was always Harry that healed his mind, with nothing fancier than his smile and messy hair. They had gotten together a few weeks after that, becoming incredibly close with one another.

"Hey, Draco!" Harry called over to the Slytherin, walking over to Draco and sitting down next to him. Potter linked his fingers into Malfoy's hand and shot him a look that was all love, just the right hint of softness, a crease at the corners of his eyes. Both of them repressed grins as they stared into each other's eyes. "Soft."

"What's that?" Draco raised his brow to his boyfriend.

"Your hands... Soft and warm; I'm sorry, I just missed you a lot." Harry chuckled, slightly embarrassed at himself. Draco leaned forward, causing Harry's pulse to race. A small lock of hair tumbled in front of his face, resting just in front of his cheek, but with one swift slide of Draco's thumb, it was brushed out of the way. Looking into his eyes I saw deep pools of blue that displayed his soul. His lips touched my cheek. Time stopped. Harry's heart came to a halt. His breath caught in my throat. Draco squeezed their hands together, tighter. As the soft skin of his mouth left the side of his face, the exact spot where they had come into contact burned and tingled. Without a warning, the doors to the hall swung open.

"Lucius Malfoy..." McGonagall, the Headmistress, drawled to the man and his flock of death eaters.

"What a pleasure it is to see you all."

His voice was deep and emotionless, in a way that Draco was far too familiar with. Malfoy let go of Potter's hand, his lips forming a straight line as he watched his father closely.

"I have created a new curse...; a killing curse." He began to speak, and Harry noticed his boyfriend's limbs begin to shake with fear. Harry wanted to throw a protective arm around him, but decided now wasn't the right time. "This spell with kill the person who it's aimed at, almost like Avada Kadarva, except it'll torture whoever it gets cast upon. Incredibly slowly." At that, he turned his back, yelling at one of his followers to collect someone.

"You may not touch the students!" McGonagall cried, pulling her wand out of her coat and aiming it at him.

"This student will get what he deserved. He's a blood traitor." Lucius spat. The deatheater in question had already found the student. They yanked him out of his seat, snickering as Harry attempted to pull him back. Fuck, fuck! What was he supposed to do now? It was too late -- the blonde was already being shoved in front of the school.

"Draco "

The hall gasped as the boy's Father pointed his wand to the 'traitors' head. He then whispered an unrecognizable spell; and Draco fell to the ground in pain, screaming. His mind screamed out as the pain drove through his back. Every thought he just had became confused as the burning pain licked up his back like scorching fire. The only thoughts he had was 'like knife through butter.' He weeped at his own suffering. He could hear people around him screaming and shouting. Mentally anger swiped through at this chaos and pain, pain for those around him he wanted to protect them increasing his own agony in defense of others. But he couldn't. He rolled up in a ball of self loathing and pain, wishing the world to end rather then this sea of endless currents some strong some weak but the waves always crashed over him, permanently. The pain has an unpleasant warmth to it, eating at his stomach. There's nausea too, just enough to make Draco lean against the ground for support and breath slow. He'd often prize himself in ignoring pain and just rocking on regardless, but that just wasn't possible at that moment. It owns him, dominates every thought, controls every action. The pain is increasing in waves, small lulls giving false hope of an end. Each peak robs his ability to speak, sending him crashing to the bare boards. It's as though his blood had become acid, intent of destroying him from the inside out. All he can do is writhe, the occasional whimper escaping to echo off the walls.

Harry rushed forward, falling onto his knees beside Draco. Malfoy was in a ball on the floor, trying to find a position which was more comfortable. But no matter what he did; nothing helped. By this point he was hardly aware of anything around him. Harry was hunched over him, just to try and help him breath. Harry pulled out his wand, about to aim it at Lucius until he felt something. He looked down and watched as Draco's hand slowly reached up to his face, and he shook his head weakly. His eyes showed the kind of gentle concern that Dumbledore used to have. His hand trembled as his fingers brushed over Harry's lips, and instead of flinching like Harry usually did, he was soothed by it. He left his hand there and spoke with such a soft voice Harry felt his words calming him more by the way they were said than the actual words.

"Harry, hush..." He begged quietly. "Just be with me."

Brick by brick, Harry's walls came tumbling down. Harry sobbed unceasingly, hands clutching at Draco's robes. He held him in silence, rocking Draco slowly as his tears came dripping down. A tiny lapse let him pull away, blinking lashes heavy with tears, before Harry collapsed again, his howls of misery worsening. The pain must have come in waves, minutes of sobbing broken apart by short pauses for recovering breaths, before hurling him back into the outstretched arms of his grief.

"H-- Harry," Draco whimpered, holding back his screams of pain. "kill me. Please, just kill me. It hurts too much!"

Harry nodded, biting his lip. He didn't know what else to do but to comply. Before he would do this, however, he leaned in and kissed Draco. In that moment, he never wanted to pull away. Couldn't they just stay this way forever? It wasn't long before the blonde pulled away, clutching onto his stomach and letting out a muffled scream; only muffled because he had quickly shoved his face into Harry's shoulder.

"I love you. So, so much. I'm sorry it has to be--" He whimpered. "-- this way."

"I love you too, Draco. I'll never forget you." Harry whispered back to him.

Avada Kadarva.

Green lights were shot out of his wand, and the love of his life was gone.