Untitled Part 1

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"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you were the one who demanded that I meet you in here, the room of requirement. Odd isn't it Potter? Out of all the places in this gigantic castle, you picked here." He smirked and went on.
"Do you have something else in mind?"

Harry immediately understood what Malfoy had meant by that. He felt his body tense and heat up quickly as he stood there speechless for a second, until he shot Draco a death glare and took one step forward.

"You seem stimulated Malfoy, why didn't you ask one of your girl toys to help you with that?" He asked raising a brow, then quickly brushed it off and continued.
"Anyways, I'm here to talk to you."

"Alright then, talk."
Said Draco, as his face held an emotionless blank look as usual.

"About what I told you a couple of hours ago." Proceed Harry as he swallowed thickly, tapping his foot uncontrollably against the ground.

Malfoy's expression remained constant, until he slowly furrowed his eyebrows, glaring at Potter in a priceless way.
He stayed silent, so the other boy took it as a chance to speak again.

"Listen Malfoy, we already despise one another deeply so don't make it harder than it already is." He inhaled deeply then released a sigh. "I only made the decision to help you since we both want the same thing."

"Which is?"

"Don't play dumb with me Malfoy. I know you don't want to actually kill your headmaster now, do you?"

Draco rolled his eyes to the back of his head and let out a heavy breath.

"Well, to be completely honest with you Potter, I couldn't give a damn if Dumbledore died."
He watched smirkingly as Harry clenched his jaw and formed his lips into a thin line.

"Professor Dumbledore is a good person, Malfoy." He seethed.

Draco said nothing but kept his focus onto the smaller boy's features.
If only you knew.

"Whatever, just get to the bloody point. I clearly don't have all night."

"First of all, you're going to have to inform me of all the details of the plan. If you truly want this, we have to generate another way to stop the task completely. But we wouldn't be able to do that if one of us is completely clueless, now would we?"

Draco chuckled at Harry's words.
"Perhaps I heard you wrong, Potter. Because I'm pretty sure that you and your pathetic friends shoved a truth serum down my throat making me spill secrets I wasn't supposed to spill."

Harry hesitated to respond at first, since what Malfoy said wasn't completely wrong.
"Technically yes, but the only thing you informed us about was that you had no other choice but to kill Albus. I'm going to need to know more than that, like perhaps more about the plan, don't you thin-"

"Why?" Malfoy cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"W-why what?"

"Why are you helping me?"

"I already told you, to spare the life of an innocent person."

Draco snickered once again at those words.

"Is there something funny you would like to share with me?" Questioned Harry as he held a slight confused look.

"An innocent person you say huh?"

"Well, yeah. Are you implying something Malfoy?" He asked again raising his brows.

"Just forget it."

"No! Mal-"

"I said. Forget it." Sneered Draco, taking a step towards Harry between each word.
"If fact, now that I thought of it, forget this whole plan."

"What? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that this, whatever the hell we're doing right, now has to end."

"Seriously? I offered you my help." Said Harry in frustration, then continued. "Don't act like you enjoy being a death eater Malfoy, because I know you don't. And I'm pretty sure that you would do anything to escape the mess that you're in."

"Oh please, you're the one who shouldn't be acting like you give a crap about me. Let's be honest here Potter, you're only doing this to protect your pathetic excuse for a professor."

Harry opened his mouth a couple of times, but nothing came out. His fingers twitched uncontrollably below him.
If only you knew that the slightest bit of me wants to truly help you, and you only.

"Don't make me laugh Malfoy, you're talking like you give a single shit about me." Replied Harry.

Draco remained silent, both of his hands collided with one another, allowing the tips of his fingers to strike. He slowly started to play with his rings, taking one off and placing another back on, not breaking the intense eye contact. He stared deeply into the other boy's soul.
If only you knew that the slightest bit of me wants to protect you, and you only.

Malfoy eventually stopped his actions and took his last step closer to Potter.

Harry gulped as there was barely any space between the two.

"I'm not repeating myself again. I said forget it." Spoke Malfoy lowly, as if it was almost a whisper.

"But I'm trying to h-"

"I don't need your help, neither your pity, nor your sympathy Potter. Leave it alone. This isn't any of your business nor your concern. Stop trying to be the saint who always has to save the day."

Harry stood firmly in his place, speechless, not moving a muscle. He was currently trying to look anywhere but the ambitious eyes before him, avoiding all sorts of eye contact with the blonde boy.

That lead to Draco placing his fingers on Harry's chin, firmly twisting the smaller boy's gaze to meet with his own.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you."

Malfoy's eyes shifted down onto Potter's soft pink lips for a split second, until they made their way back up to the emerald green eyes that were inquisitive and quite wildly shallow.

"You are not getting in the middle of this. Do you understand?" Seethed Draco through gritted teeth.

Harry could notice the rage in the blonde boy's eyes. He couldn't do anything else but nod slowly at the moment.

Malfoy removed his touch off of Potter's chin, and leaned forward to the smaller boy's ears.
"Good." He whispered, which of course, caused shivers to run down Harry's spine.