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"I'm trying to come up with a plan. You know, so you don't have to kill me?" Harry gazed at his hand in Draco's, which was now becoming clammy at the mention of his dreaded task.

"But you're going to have to tell me the whole story. I think Ron and Hermione should also know, at the very least. We can't do this on our own."

He glanced at Draco, noticing the fear flash into his silver eyes, which he could have sworn also became slightly darker at his words. But he brushed this silly fear aside. It was only a nightmare, he told himself, doesn't mean anything.

The blonde swallowed the lump in his throat, "Okay. But on one condition." Harry gestured for him to go on. "No one gets hurt, especially you. This isn't anyone's fault but mine. It's no time for you to be a hero, and you're not immortal, despite your track record."

Harry nodded begrudgingly, but he knew, and he would always know that if needed, he would lay his life down for Draco in a heartbeat. He died to save the wizarding world, so if it was necessary, he would die to save his lover. That's just what love is.

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Harry sat Hermione and Ron on the worn couch by the fire in the Gryffindor common room. Judging by their confused faces, they were not yet aware of the situation between Draco and his father discovering their relationship, though he knew Hermione's earlier theory was not far from the truth.

As they all say together by the fire, he couldn't help but feel some sort of nostalgia for the years before the battle of Hogwarts. The golden trio were conspiring once again, planning their next heroic move as they had done many times before in that very spot. But now there were four.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione asked almost impatiently, but her voice was laced with worry.

Harry turned towards Draco, whose eyes were firmly fixed on his feet at that moment. "Draco is going to tell us the full story... I hope."

The blonde bit his lip nervously and looked at each of the golden trio in turn, his eyes lingering longer over the chosen one, taking in every detail about his soft features in the warm, orange light.

He took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "My father. My father knows about Harry and I- he found out, word got to him. I don't know."

They were silent and Harry was the only one who nodded for him to continue.

"He wasn't happy, of course. He-" Draco glanced at Harry pleadingly. He didn't want to speak about what what had happened because then it would become real.

Harry took his hand in his own, lacing their fingers together and squeezing it encouragingly.

He took another deep breath and went on, "He used c-crucio on me."

Harry's squeezed his hand even tighter, anger spreading itself across his face, only masked by the sympathetic smile on his lips. Hermione sucked in an audible breath and Ron went very pink.

"But that wasn't the worst thing. Not by far." Draco didn't want to say it, he didn't want to speak the words out loud, it would solidify his father's power over him. But he knew Harry was not going to let it go.

"He threatened me, with my mother's life. And gave me a t-task." His voice broke slightly, and he turned away, now avoiding Harry's eyes. He didn't want to see the pain and remorse that would fill them, he couldn't.

"If I didn't do what he asked me to, he said he would- he said he would kill my mother." Though he wasn't looking, he could feel their hungry eyes on him, digesting every word silently.

"I have to-" He closed his eyes, knowing Ron and Hermione would not be as accepting as Harry had been about the next part. "I have to k-kill H-Harry."

The words were barely audible but everyone heard well enough. But there was no great uproar as he had suspected.

Hermione was the first one to speak, "This all sounds a bit too familiar." She said suspiciously.

Ron raised his eyebrows expecting her to explain what she meant.

"To what happened in sixth year. Voldemort instructed Draco to kill Dumbledore, did he not?" She narrowed her eyes in a thoughtful sort of way, her clever mind whirring with thoughts and plans.

"Not very original of Lucius is it?" Ron rolled his eyes, trying to lighten the mood slightly, but to no avail.

"But it didn't really work to his plan last time, did it?" Harry spoke for the first time in a while, his hand still tightly knitted with Draco's as if he couldn't let go for fear of losing him. "I mean, Draco didn't kill Dumbledore, Snape did."

Draco glanced up suddenly, "And you think we weren't punished for that?"

Harry gazed at him again, eyes full of pity that he didn't want.

"I've already tried to think of a way round it, but either way I become a murderer. The murderer of someone I love." It was the truth, it wasn't a case of choosing who he loved most. If it came to that, he'd choose that he die instead, which was his last option now. Though, he didn't think that would save Harry either.

"You're giving up too soon." Hermione whispered, "This time you have something you didn't have before."

Draco turned to her, his eyebrows furrowed, "What?"

She smiled at the two other boys, whose faces were scrunched up in thought. "Us."


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