The Darkness Within

Out Of Bounds

Draco hated himself, he hated himself so much and yet he could not pull away from Harry, could not stop himself from committing another grave sin, here he was, kissing Harry, putting both their lives in immense danger. He expected Harry to push him away, but all Harry had done was give a surprised sigh before returning his passion, Harry's fingers trailed from Draco's face into his hair, while Draco was lying above Harry, with him on his back, kissing me like it was the last thing he was to do, like the only thing that could keep him alive, Draco wanted to pull away, but Draco wanted the hurting to stop, and Harry was the best drug, the best distraction the best friend he could find. Draco pushed against Harry harder pinning him completely onto the floor as his hands found their way onto his neck.

But then, darkness took over Draco, and he went cold all over, and all he could hear was the Dark Lord, asking him to do things he didn't want to, he told Draco to hurt Harry, to capture him, to hold him, to snatch his heart out of his chest.

"No!" Draco yelled as he pulled himself away from Harry abruptly.

"Draco--" Harry looked hurt and humiliated as if Draco had just slapped him.

"Harry, I- I can't be with you, I am sorry" Draco stuttered his heart beating furiously in his chest "You-you have to stay away from me, for your own good"

Harry chuckled "For my own good? Draco, if you haven't noticed my life is in danger, and so is yours and so is every other wizard, and here you are telling me that you are doing me a service by letting me not have the one thing in my life that could change everything"

When Draco did not throw a retort at Harry, Harry continued to speak.

"Draco, Voldemort has made you feel as if you are completely alone, but trust me, you are not, Dumbledore can help you and you can help us destroy him" Harry knew he had said the wrong thing the moment the words left his mouth.

"You don't know the value of my word, Potter" Draco snapped at him, his insides fuming with anger for the ignorance and persistence of the boy standing in front of him. In a swift motion Draco reached for his wand, Harry mirrored his actions but he, for one, had no intention of hurting Draco.

"You want to use me for information about the Dark Lord, don't you, Potter?"

"What?No-" Harry was caught off guard as Draco threw a hex at him and only escaped it by inches.

Draco's wand was throwing a myriad of deadly jinxes and hexes towards and Harry, and Harry was either closely missing them or deflecting them. Harry did not know what to do, Draco seemed hurt beyond repair, like all that was holding him together had finally fallen apart, leaving only a pale and withered shell, Harry wanted nothing more than to put his arms around him and tell him that he was going to save him, save him from whoever was tormenting him.

"I won't tell Dumbledore anything, Dray, I promise, not unless you want to me to, Trust me," Harry said, holding up his wand in defence.

"Liar!" Draco shrieked, tears running down his face "you act as if you care about me, just like my father! You don't give two shits about my life, You are just like everyone else!"

Harry's heart broke even more with every tear that fell out of Draco's eyes, all his life everyone had blamed and suspected Draco for every mishappening, treated him like he was no good, never in a million years considering what he must go through, the boundations that his family had put around him, he was a puppet and now that all the strings were falling apart, he was too.

"You think I am collateral damage in your big heroic plan to kill Voldemort and save the world!" He cried.

"No, Draco, I don't think that," Harry said "I care about you, I really care about you, I-I just want to help you"

"Help me" Draco gave a dry chuckle "Nice try, Potter"

"Expellia-" Harry deflected his attack yet again.

"Draco, calm down, and listen to me for a second, please" but nothing Harry could say now would make any difference.

"Stupefy" Draco exclaimed his wand pointing at Harry "Protego" Harry shielded himself.

Draco made an agitated and impatient sound deep in his throat and for a moment Harry thought that Draco was going to stop, but instead, he shouted.

"Crucio"

Harry was caught off guard, and without thinking, he held up his hand and yelled "Protego" in return but the dark red light did not hit a wall, not a mirror was broken no door flew out of its hinges, because the curse had not flown elsewhere, but right at Draco's chest. 

Draco's wand fell out of his hands and landed on the damp floor with a smooth clink Harry watched Draco as his knees gave away from beneath him and fell back first onto the ground, writhed with pain. Harry did not know what to do, he threw his own wand onto the ground and rushed to Draco's side.

 Draco's eyes were screwed shut as his body writhed in the agony of the curse, before the curse, finally lost its grip on Draco after what felt like hourlong seconds. The Cruciatus curse that was cast by Draco's wand was weak, fortunately, because of one missing vital force, Hatred. For now, everyone but Harry knew that Draco didn't actually hate him.

"No, No, No" Harry whimpered softly "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," Harry said, taking Draco's head onto his lap, "P-Please, Draco, open your eyes, love, please"

Draco had stopped moving, but his breathing still came in harsh pants, and Harry could feel Draco's heart beating furiously under his hand, which was resting on Draco's chest. "Draco, wake up, it's over, please, Dray"

Draco's eyes slowly opened, his eyelids fluttering slightly as if the dim light of the ghastly bathroom hurt his eyes, his eyes caught Harry looking at him, and for a moment the fear and hurt were gone, and Draco peacefully relaxed under Harry's arms, looking intently back at Harry's gazing eyes.Harry had never been more relieved, he felt as if a big lump in Harry's chest had dissolved and he was finally able to breathe again before Draco jerked fully awake and out of Harry's grasp.

 Draco did not say anything to Harry, did not even acknowledge his presence as he swiftly got to his feet, gathered his stuff and walked out of the bathroom briskly, leaving Harry utterly alone in the dim and cold bathroom.