Hmm…I though it was about time for me to write a songfic for the Draco/Harry lovers out there. Both boys will basically be telling off those around them, and then finding acceptance in each other. It's being rated at um…PG-13. The song is Numb by Linkin Park. Enjoy!
Time: After book 4…but alternate book 5.
Warning: Slight out of characterness of Draco.

By:
Juppy


Draco stood at the top of a grand staircase. It was Christmas break, and unfortunately, he had been unable to do the one job his father had commanded of him: Destroy Harry Potter. How was he truly supposed to do that? It wasn't like their current relationship had Harry putting faith and trust in him. If anything, with the knowledge that his father was a Death Eater, it just further separated them. To tell the honest truth, Draco didn't want to have to do his fathers bidding. He was tired of being the little guinea pig in this damned evil organization. He was tired of fighting his true feelings.
He slowly walked down the staircase, looking at the large moving paintings of the past Malfoy line. A family portrait hung right at the foot of the stairs. His father and mother, looking to all the world as if nothing mattered to them. Their faces set in sinister looking smirks, and there he stood, right next to his father. He looked to be a young clone of the master of the manor. His hair a perfect combination of his father and mother. His face set in a cruel smirk, identical to his father. It almost sickened him, almost. As he glanced back up the stairs and actually "looked" at the other paintings, he could see it. He saw the monotony. The fact that every son was a clone of his father, and every daughter a clone of her mother. Nothing ever strayed. The hair coloring was always the same, very light blond of white. The eyes were all cold and calculating. The lips pulled back in a thin smirk. It was frightening, and Draco was tired of it.


I'm tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless
lost under the surface
I don't know what you're expecting of me
Put under the pressure
of walking in your shoes

Draco walked into his father's study. He hadn't seen his father since his return, and that almost always meant that he was in trouble. He hadn't been moving fast enough with their plans, that he knew, but his father would never understand. He couldn't keep going along with them. He couldn't bring anymore harm or humiliation to Harry. Harry. When had he turned into just Harry, instead of Potter? Does it really matter anymore?
He slowly walked over to his father. His back was turned to Draco, and Draco saw that his father's normally pristine hair seemed dull. Lucius turned slowly. He had dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep. "Ah, Draco, I've been meaning to speak with you."
Draco stood completely still, seeing the strange look in his father's eye. He looked up slightly. "Yes, father?"
"Draco, why haven't you finished putting our plans into action?" Lucius said looking down at his son and lightly caressing his cane.
"I'm sorry father. It's…harder then I first thought it would be." Draco lied. The truth was, he just couldn't harm Harry anymore.
"Unfortunately, that is a lie. I know that you have just been delaying." Lucius said angered. He gripped his cane a little tighter.
"Why would I do that? I have no reason to delay in my orders." Draco seemed to plead. He knew what was coming, and he didn't like it.
"Lies! All Lies!" His father yelled. "Because of you I am being put under watch by our dark lord, because of you I am no longer in His top circle, and because of you, I am being punished by my lord and master." The cane came down on Draco's shoulder.
Draco held his head high. He was used to this punishment. The cane would leave marks, but as long as they were under his robes, no one would know, and no one would care. Another blow came to his other shoulder. He refused to scream and give his father the satisfaction. The only thing on his mind now was getting to Harry, and warning him.

(Caught in the undertow
just caught in the undertow)
Every step I take is
another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow
just caught in the undertow)

I've
become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
so much more aware
I'm becoming this
all I want to do
Is be more like me
and be less like you

Harry looked around the common room. Packages were placed under the tree, most were for him, as he had yet to open a single one. The room was quiet, although he could feel Ron and Hermione's eyes boring into him, making sure he was still there. He was grateful for his friends, but he felt trapped. It was getting to the point where even in the bathroom; Ron was following him to make sure he wasn't going to disappear.
Harry walked up the stairs, taking the blanket he had brought down with him, back up to his room. He heard someone coming up the steps and grumbled as he recognized Ron's footsteps. He grabbed some clothes and his invisibility cloak and ran into the bathroom. He dressed quickly, adding the cloak and slowly looked around the outer room. Ron was sitting on his bed, looking from Harry's things to the slightly open bathroom door. He was staring at the Marauder's Map. Harry cursed to himself. He lifted his wand, sending a silent apology to Ron, before putting a full body bind on him. Still invisible he walked over to the map and grabbed it, before walking out of the room, leaving Ron struggling on his bed.

Can't you see that you're smothering me
Holding too tightly
afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you

Harry slowly crept along the corridors, to the headmaster's office. Standing in front of the stone guardian and calling out a dozen or so candies and sweets, he was finally admitted. He let the stairs wind up and take him with them. He knocked on the door when he reached the top, and surprisingly it opened. Dumbledore was in his office, but he was not alone. McGonagall was there, as well as Sirius. He stood in the doorway listening to their conversation.
"He's bound to find out sooner or later, Albus." McGonagall stated. "Wouldn't it be easier for everyone involved if we just told Harry about the prophecy?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "It wouldn't be wise. We know now that he's still thinking too much about other people and not enough about his own safety. If he weren't thinking of Cedric while in the graveyard, he might have returned without having brought Voldemort back."
Sirius looked stunned. "But this could be life and death? Don't you care about HIS safety?"
Dumbledore nodded. "I do care about his safety, I wouldn't have gone though so much to keep him safe if I didn't, but if he knew about this prophecy, he isn't strong enough now to deal with it on his own. He would have to bring in help, and only he can defeat Voldemort. Anyone else that went with him would be killed. I know what that feels like."

(Caught in the undertow
just caught in the undertow)
Every step that I take is
another mistake to you
(Caught in the undertow
just caught in the undertow)
And every second I waste
is more than I can take

I've become so numb I can't feel you there
Become so tired so much more aware
I'm becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you

Harry turned around and ran down the stairs. He just ran, with no set direction and found himself in the trophy room. He looked to find his father and mother's name on various trophies and awards. It was times like these when he wished that he still had a mother and father to turn to. Someone that would understand what he was going through. He was tired of always having to be alone. Dumbledore was basically saying that he had to become cold and careless in order to save his friends lives. Just because so many people died when Dumbledore fought in his wizarding war, did not mean that all of Harry's friends would also perish. Just because his mother and father died protecting him, didn't mean that the other would.
Harry thought of Hermione helping him free Sirius. He thought about Ron sacrificing himself in their first year while playing wizarding chess. He thought of a platinum blond boy, which for the last year, seemed to be changing. He had become less bothersome, less annoying, and less life threatening. Harry shook his head. He was tired of seeing the visions of this boy, having the dreams he was having of this boy, and generally day dreaming about what he was actually like.

And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me
with someone disappointed in you

Draco flewed into on of the fireplaces in the school. He didn't care what one at that moment, he just had to get away from his father. He would deal with talking to the professors about what he was going to do, but right now, he just had to find Harry and warn him. Tumbling out of the fireplace in the trophy room he tried to stand, but failed miserably. He collapsed on his back, screaming in pain as he landed on one of the many growing bruises. He heard a noise, but he couldn't see anything. He tried to get up again, but again his strength failed. He felt himself falling back and awaited the pain of hitting the stone floor, but it never came. Warm arms seemed to hold him in a soft embrace. He looked around and still could find nothing. He was moved slightly, and a shimmering hood was pushed back from dark hair, revealing the one person Draco was searching for. "Ha…Harr…" He tried to speak, but it came out as a whisper. He started coughing.
Harry continued to hold him up, and gently rubbed his back. "Shh, it's ok. Let me get you to the hospital wing."
Draco paled even more then he already was. "No, not there. I can't go there." He seemed to plead. "Take me to see Professor Snape. He'll know what to do." At that, he passed out.

I've
become so numb
I can't feel you there
Become so tired
so much more aware
I'm becoming this
all I want to do
Is be more like me
and be less like you

Harry lifted Draco to his shoulders and stood uneasily. He looked to the map and found a convenient passage down to the dungeons in the next room over. Harry would be sore tomorrow, for using muscles that he normally didn't, but at the moment, worry and adrenaline was pushing him to stand and bear the light weight. Stepping down what seemed to be hundreds of stairs, Harry finally reached the back door to the potions room. He saw Snape in his office and quickly entered the lab. He walked to the back room and knocked loudly on the door.
"Who is it?" Snape yelled from inside.
"It's Harry sir. Please it's important." Harry pleaded.
The door opened and Snape stood there looking around. Harry pulled off the cloak and saw Snape's eyes go wide at what he saw.
"Dammit, Harry get him in here." Snape said worried.
Harry followed the order and walked into Snape's office. He gently placed Draco on the couch that Snape transfigured a chair into and stood back.
Snape went to a locked cabinet and unlocked it using his wand. He took out two vials, one looked to be liquid, the other a cream. He forced Draco to drink the liquid, and he awoke, coughing heavily.
"Har…Harry," Draco called.
"I'm here Draco. It's ok. Snape's taking care of you." Harry said softly.
Draco tried to sit up. "Harry, my father, he's plotting against you. I couldn't continue to help him. He's planning a massive attack to kidnap you on the next Hogsmead visit."
Snape looked at Harry and handed him the cream. "Rub that on his bruises. I'll go inform the headmaster of what has happened."
Harry nodded as Snape left the office. He turned to look at Draco. "Do you want me to do this?"
Draco nodded. "I'm used to it by now." So as he took off his robe and shirt, he told Harry about how he'd always come to Snape when his father got a bit too upset with him.
Harry gently rubbed the cream over the bruises, and there were plenty of them, starting at his shoulders, down his chest and back, stopping just short of reaching his pants. Harry was trying to rub the cream onto Draco's chest when his hands were grabbed.
"Harry, I…I'm sorry I've treated you so bad." Draco said looking into his eyes.
Harry blushed slightly. "It's alright. I understand that you were just following in the family footsteps."
Draco looked down. "I…I never meant to hurt you."
Harry smiled. "Friends?"
Draco looked up and smiled. "Friends."
Harry continued to look into his bright eyes…and watched as Draco came slowly closer. His lips tasted a bit bitter, probably from the potion, but Harry didn't care. Slowly they separated, smiled still on their faces. Perhaps, from all the pain and suffering they had to endure, just perhaps something good would come from it.

I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Tired of being what you want me to be
I've become so numb
I can't feel you there
Tired of being what you want me to be