Slytherin Boys

45

"I should've seen it when Theo didn't immediately hit on someone..." Blaise was torturing himself. I knew he felt somewhat guilty that Bellatrix's façade had fooled him. Merlin, we all did.

Polyjuice was very convincing when brewed right and the Dark Lord himself was a potions master at Hogwarts before he went and split himself into seven bits of soul. I huffed and slumped back against the section of wall that I deemed mine.

Mattheo hadn't left my side since leaving the maze but I don't think I've seen him blink either. I know my mother is a right toad but I would suffer if I had to kill her. I know I would. Do I love admitting that? No... But it is the truth.

His head was in my lap and he was curled into the foetal position. He hadn't cried much but he didn't seem okay at all. I wish there was a way I could be inside his head and see how he felt. A shiver ran down my spine and the memory of Draco doing that to me. Okay, never mind, bad idea.

"Blaise, stop punishing yourself." Enzo nudged his shoulder with his own and tried to smile. I saw right through it, Enzo was struggling just as much as the rest of us.

Pansy was sitting and starring at the wall, her head on my shoulder. She was muttering the word sorry to herself over and over. If I'd found any of the people in front of me lying in a pool of blood I thought was caused by a giant spider, I'd be bashing my head against the wall. Pansy is doing great.

I groaned and hit my head on the wall behind me just hard enough that I could feel something. I let my head rest there as I lost myself deep in thought, my hands raking through Mattheo's curls.

This is beyond fucked up and it was entirely my fault that I dragged the people I loved most into this shit fight. I should've told them no. That they couldn't fight for me, or just dealt with the fact that I would be tied to Draco forever.

I was suddenly bombarded with memories and images of Draco being kind and sweet and smiling at me. My D. He'd held my hand and helped me across the slushy foot path to Care of Magical Creatures. The others walked ahead of us as we spoke about nothing and watched the snow fall gently amongst the top of the trees. He smiled and even chuckled softly as I squeaked nervously, trying to keep my white socks white.

His smile remained but I was brought to a different memory. Draco had his hands over my eyes and he was leading me somewhere. It was my birthday and I'd thought everyone had forgotten, until I'd opened the door and seen him standing there.

He was wearing a dark grey sweater and had his hand extended. He held a single rose out for me to take, and when I did, he pulled me into his chest and we'd both laughed. He walked me down the corridor and the dorm Theo and Blaise shared burst open to reveal my friends waiting. Granted my mother had entirely forgotten. I received a letter late in the night, our family owl taping on my dorm window. Love you Rabbit. God I missed my father.

I saw my fathers eyes and kind face flash in my mind for a second before I was redirected to another memory of Draco. He held a hand out for me to take. I laced our hands together and he helped me up the tall stone wall that acted as a fence, keeping the Diricawls from escaping. We sat, leaning against each other in silence.

The stars twinkled over us and I was suddenly seeing myself, not Draco. The way my skin almost glowed under the light of the full moon. I saw Draco's hand reach out and stroke my hair as it shone a strange almost purple in the moonlight. I could feel his happiness blooming and flowering in his chest and a strange need to reserve himself. Like if he left himself feel what he truly felt he would hurt himself.

The memory bounced again and that same sinking feeling burnt in my chest. It was a strange memory and I had no idea where I was either. I'd never seen these wet, stone walls before but I weirdly knew I was in the basement of Malfoy Manor. I heard rapid footfalls and Draco's mother, Narcissa filled my blurry eyes. Had the other memories been blurry like this?

She smiled at me and it felt normal. It should've felt beyond out of place, I'd never met her before. I reached for her and pulled her into a hug, my pale and large hand was adorned with silver rings. Not my hand, Draco's. His mother pulled away and her face fell.

"Just do as he says and it will be okay, my love." Narcissa took Draco's hand and lead him out of the basement. I could only see my feet as we ascended the stairs but I could hear the sounds of shuffling from the floor above.

"Ahh, my Loyal Death Eater." The Dark Lords voice silenced the room and when my sight rose I could see him, lounging on a two seat sofa. Nagini wrapped around his legs, hissing in warning. It felt like she could sense Draco's nerves. My nerves.

"You allowed me to rise to power again and assure that my destruction would never have an encore. It is time you were rewarded." The Dark Lord grinned and it filed me with contentment to know that his snakelike features made Draco cringe as well. He was fighting his want to look away.

"I have a most delicious prize for you, one worthy of the death of Dumbledore." The Dark Lord tilted his head down and it seemed like he chuckled before continuing. "But, all things must be earned dear Draco. You will compete and prove yourself worthy of taking your fathers place in my ranks." Draco inhaled a little too quickly, choking on the air in his lungs he coughed to clear his throat.

It was only once his father was shoved forward and forced to stand on his own two feet did it really hit me what was going on.

It didn't excuse him at all but perhaps I hadn't stopped to consider that Draco also didn't have a choice. I came to as the door ripped open, smacking against the bookshelf in the corner of the room.

Theodore was dropped on the hardwood, still bound and gaged, his eyes watering.