SUMMARY: A.U. W.I.P. At an important point in the war, Harry Potter loses his memory. Will Voldemort win now? Sirius is alive. Rated R for Yaoi. HP:DM
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The "great" "saviour of the world" Harry Potter has lost his memory.
That was the only thing that was in Draco's mind for the rest of the day. While his inattentiveness was easily 'overlooked' in Potions, McGonagall had taken five points off Slytherin. It didn't annoy him as much as it ought to. His mind still on that strange discovery.
He was determined to accost Potter before lunch.
However, it seemed that that was not to be.
He waited outside the Great Hall for full one hour but no Harry Potter came. He saw Weasley and the Mudblood send him suspicious glances as he stood leaning against the wall, but no Harry Potter.
Draco frowned as he moved towards the Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Where could Potter have gone? They hadn't expelled him, had they?
He wasn't too happy with the thought. He had planned to deliver Potter to the Dark Lord. Potter almost seemed to trust him. He had taken the hand he had refused long ago.
But how was he to put his plan into action if they expelled Potter?
"Mr. Malfoy! Pay attention!"
He frowned at the werewolf. Dumbledore was really pathetic. Did they have to learn Defence Against Dark Arts from a creature who was "Dark"? It was really very pitiable. He couldn't believe that no parents except his own and a few loyal Death-Eaters had opposed it. So what if he had almost died protecting the Ministry? That was a fault! Even from their point of view. The Ministry could never stop creating hindrances for Dumbledore until Fudge was there.
They were all so incredibly stupid! No wonder the Dark Lord was gaining strength!
As the bell rang, he glanced at the miserly teacher. Surely…
He waited for all the students to move out. As Lupin was about to go out, too, he went up to him.
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"
"Professor Lupin," he said in his contemptuous tone, "I was wondering… wasn't Potter in this class, too?"
Lupin frowned at him. "I do not see how that concerns you, Mr. Malfoy."
"Oh, it does not concern me, sir. But I thought that it would concern… someone else. I was merely worried, you see," he said in his cold drawl and then smirking coldly, went out. Let them know that he knew. It wasn't very clever of him, but he wanted to prove himself. He wanted them to know that he wasn't such an ignorant git as they all thought that he was.
He turned and almost groaned. That girl was a… pest!
He put on his usual cold smile. "Pansy." He almost winced as she caught his hand in her own.
"I overheard something, you know. Something that will interest you a lot."
Praying that it wasn't some girly gossip, he asked, "What?"
"Potter got seriously ill – he has been sent to St. Mungo's," she said happily.
So that is the excuse they have invented, he thought. Wait till I tell this to the Dark Lord in the next meeting.
"Draco, where are we going?"
Feeling the immediate need to move away from her, he pulled his arm away. "I think I will go take a bath, Pansy."
"Want me to come?"
"No," he said, more sharply than he meant to. "I… I want to think about something."
She went off in an angry huff, but he didn't bother. He knew that he would have to marry her in spite of his tantrums. She would bring in a huge dowry. Plus, her father was rising in the Dark Lord's esteem.
He supposed those were about the only reasons he tolerated her.
Oh yes, there was also the fact that his dear father would hex him to death if he knew… sometimes he wished that he did know… it would be good to see the colour disappear from his face. Not that his face had much colour to begin with.
He ignored the fact that he was an exact replica of the man he so despised.
"You sent for me, Professor?"
"Draco. Sit down."
Now Snape was a man he was sure that he didn't hate – in spite of his ugly face and manner. He hadn't really viewed Snape as a 'bat' or a 'vampire'. Not when Snape was the only man who didn't order him about. Unlike his father. Unlike his mother. Unlike the Dark Lord. The best part of Snape was that Snape let him do what he wanted – even in his class. He hated it but he let him. Draco was almost grateful.
Draco had never been scared of Snape – not even when he was a toddler and Pansy (he hated how Pansy was in his every childhood memory) would start crying whenever she saw him.
In fact, Draco looked up to the dark man. Not in an I-want-to-be-like-you way, but in an I-will-give-an-ear-to-what-you-have-to-say way. And he did. But sometimes, he couldn't understand the man. He talked strange things. He talked about how Darkness wasn't the only way of life… he talked about how wrong choices could make you regret for the rest of your life… he talked about how you needed to think on your own and not be influenced…
Draco wasn't sure that he understood him. It was all very… strange. He felt that he got the message – deep down somewhere… and yet his brain wasn't processing it. It was all very odd. That was an aspect of Snape which was always growing.
Sometimes he thought he understood Snape… but he wasn't sure. It was all very confusing, so he didn't think about it much.
"So what did you want to talk to me about, Professor?"
"I will be blunt, Draco," he said, not looking at him, but at the parchment on his desk.
He looked him straight in the eyes. "Have you taken the Dark Mark, Draco?"
Draco blinked. Wasn't Snape a Death-Eater? How come he did not know?
"I do not understand you, Professor."
"You understand me better than you want to," said Snape dryly. "But you are scared. You are scared that I will turn out to be someone I am not. You are scared that you will be disappointed in me."
"I will not…"
"You are scared that you will find out that I am like everyone else… trying to force you into things that I should not."
Draco stood up. That man had got to be using Legilimency on him!
"I don't know what you are talking about, Professor," he said, trying hard to convince himself of his ignorance.
"Do not insult your intelligence, Draco – and mine. I know you. I have known you since your birth. In fact, I was the one who gave you that name."
"Yes, Draco. I have watched you grow up. I have watched your tantrums and anger and laughter. Do not offend both our feelings by saying that you have never known that I know you. You are not merely some student."
Draco sat down. He wasn't sure that he was listening to… what he was saying… he had never had the courage to even admit to himself his suspicions… and now Snape was openly claiming them.
"You knew it all along," said Snape and then fell silent. But he kept his eyes on him.
Draco ran his fingers through his immaculately gelled hair. "But I thought that I was wrong."
"I won't call you intelligent but I know that you rank higher in that field than Crabbe and Goyle," said Snape wryly.
"You did not."
"I tried to. But it was too hard. You are lying, aren't you?"
Snape stared hard at him. "Do you think I am lying, Draco?"
Draco was mesmerized by the blackness of his eyes. But they weren't completely black. His image was reflected in them.
"Unfortunately, you are not," he said, his hands balling into fists. "You aren't lying now. But you have been lying all along, haven't you?"
"Yes, you have," said Draco venomously, standing up on his slightly trembling legs. "You made me think that I could trust you!"
"Which you can."
"I can't! I can't trust a traitor! What kind of a Slytherin are you? You betrayed the Dark Lord!" he hissed angrily.
"I did not betray the Dark Lord," spit out Snape. "He betrayed me. He killed the two people I had in the name of family. He would have gladly sacrificed me – the one who brew him the darkest and toughest potions and put his life into it – he would have sacrificed me to suit his purpose!"
"That is what Death-Eaters are meant for!"
"Is that so? Is that what you are meant for? Being treated like a dog? Well, you ought to have told me that before, Draco. I would have treated you like one, too!"
Draco glared at him for the longest of time.
Then without a word, he went out.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: since Draco's stand isn't very well depicted in the books because the books have Harry's POV, I wanted to sort of explain where Draco stands right now. So I devoted this whole chapter to it. I can only began Draco-Harry interaction when I clear their positions in my A.U. fic.
Hope you weren't bored, though.