s e r p e n t {a drarry fic}

~15~

Song: Moondust - James Young (slowed)

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"NO! Lucius... please." Narcissa held her hands up in front of her face to protect herself from the hits heading towards the fragile skin.

"How DARE you speak to the dark lord in such vain! You just ruined our reputation more than Draco did!" Lucius bellowed, smacking Narcissa square across the face. She whimpered softly, before regaining herself and standing back tall.

"Draco is just a 16 year old boy. He doesn't need to be serving for Voldemort and potentially ruin his chances at a normal future." She spoke in a shaky, yet motherly tone.

Lucius scoffed. "With Voldemort soon ruling the wizarding world, I don't think Draco has much of a 'normal' future anyways. The sooner he begins to serve the dark lord, the better his chances will be at still being ALIVE in the end."

"You really think that Voldemort is going to be able to defeat Harry Potter and all of the good wizards?" Narcissa scoffed. "Harry defeated him once when he was a baby. You really think the dark lord can face him now that he has had proper training?"

Lucius zapped Narcissa with a 'Crucio' and sent her down to her knees in pain. "Don't you dare speak against our lord. You and that petty son will be the reason all three of us get executed by Voldemort. Unbelievable. I'd be better off without you in the way. Maybe then I can actually recruit MY son to do what's right."  The blonde man smirked.

Just before Narcissa could stand back up to defend herself, Lucius pointed his wand at her and screamed "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

A green bolt of magic shot directly from his wand and hit Narcissa in the chest. She fell to the floor, limp.

"MOTHER! NO!"

Draco shot awake, his head rested on a soft, comfortable surface and something wrapped around his frame sending surges of familiar warmth throughout his body. He immediately calmed down from his previous nightmares and pressed in closer to whatever strange warmth he had discovered in his sleep.

He fluttered his silver orbs open, and realized he was in the arms of none other than the chosen one himself. Realizing Harry had still been asleep, he cuddled into the raven boy's chest and cried softly, desperately trying to forget the sight of his mothers dead body on the floor.

Draco didn't realize that Harry was in fact awake, until gentle hands were rubbing comforting circles on his back.

Draco shot back, standing up and brushing himself off as he mentally cursed at his actions.

"Sorry." He muttered sheepishly.

He then regained himself and had a stern look plastered on his face.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, before speaking, "You will not speak of this to anyone. Understand me, Potter?"

Harry glared at him. "Oh, my apologies for trying to offer you comfort when you were clearly struggling. How impertinent of me." He rolled his eyes.

"You don't know anything about me, Potter. I'd suggest you back off." Draco retorted.

"Me back off? You were the one cuddling into me when you woke up." The chosen one smirked.

"Shove off, scarhead." The blonde sneered, before spinning around on his heel and strutting towards the door.

"Wait, Malfoy. I won't say anything to anyone, but on one condition." Harry spoke abruptly.

Draco took his hand off the handle and spun around to face Harry. "And what might that be?"

"Tell me why you showed up here yesterday with your mother looking like someone shoved a dead snake up your arse."

"That's none of your business, Potter." Draco attempted to remain strong and stern.

"Don't want the whole school knowing that you were cuddling with your arch nemesis, do you?" Harry threatened with a smirk.

"Ugh, no! I just can't tell you, Potter. Bloody hell." Draco groaned in annoyance.

"You know, you can trust me." The raven pushed.

"It's not a matter of trust, Harry. It's life or death. You wouldn't understand." Draco sighed.

Harry looked thoroughly shocked at the use of his first name. He hadn't heard Draco call him by just his first name.. ever, really.

"I bet I would if you told me." He shrugged.

"You don't understand what it's like to not be able to say something and risk Voldemort hunting you down and killing you. I can't." Draco paled, realized he already said too much.

"Voldemort's dead. Remember?" Harry spoke, glancing at the blonde suspiciously.

Instead of replying and saying more than what was already said, he walked out of the room and didn't dare look at Harry for the rest of the day.