Don't hate me, but here is the last chapter and the biggest twist of the story.

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Draco POV

I can here whispering. There is two voices, I recognise them both. I know them very well. But I can't bring myself to open my eyes, so I just listen to their conversation.

"Why would he do something so stupid?" I hear Snape ask.

"I don't know. I wish I did. I wish he could have known how much we care for him." Harry responds.

"How did I let him get this bad. Why couldn't I see that his behaviour was off."

"Don't blame yourself, Professor. I'm his boyfriend and he did this on my watch." For a moment there was silence. "I can see it in your eyes, you blame me too."

"No I-"

"Don't you dare lie to me! It's my fault and you hate for it! You want to hit me for it, right? Go ahead!" The Gryffindor's voice breaks, choking on sobs. "Hit me. I deserve it."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not going to hit you. Yes, I agree this is partly your fault. But I am too. I'm his guardian. Now stop with the damn blame game!" Snape retorted. "That is not what he is going to need to get better."

Harry lets out a sigh. "You're right. Although this is something I have considered, I've never actually attempted. I can only imagine how hopeless he must have felt."

"I have..."

"After my mother died?" The Gryffindor's voice is full of empathy.

"Yes. It was a difficult time and no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't see sense."

"I understand that. A while before I came to Hogwarts I thought about it. And a couple times at Hogwarts. Between Draco making my life hell here, Dudley and Vernan making life hard in London, and being the saviour of the wizarding world. All that pressure messes with a persons head. The closest I came to it was actually right after I killed Voldemort. I seemed as though the purpose for my whole existence was fulfilled. I didn't see much point in living, but then I thought of Rona and Hermione. That's what stopped me." Harry explains.

I can feel a hand holding mine, but I can't get passed what he said. I am part of the reason he felt that shit. I know that's what I wanted at the time, but I never intended for it to go that far. I guess most bullies never do intend for it to go that far... before it's too late.

"If he wakes up... when he wakes up. We need to ask him why, I need to know why." Snape says, sounding desperate.

"I understand that- I want to know too, but... we can't."

"What? Why not?"

"Because when he wakes up, he will be feeling pretty vulnerable. If this is something you have done, then you more than anyone can understand how he will be feeling." Harry argues.

Severus sighs, "You're right. He will be feeling rather emotional an fragile when he wakes up. We will refrain from questions now, but in a few days when he is feeling better we'll talk to him about it."

"Agreed."

I take that as my cue to wake up.

I slowly and painfully open my eyes. They feel as heavy as led and seem intent on working against my, but I need to open them. I need to explain and I need to find out what happened after I passed out. My biggest question is- Why am I still alive? That potion was supposed to kill me and since I didn't die, is Lucius still a threat?

My eyes are finally open, I turn my head to the left and the first person I see is my favourite Gryffindor. "Draco! You're awake!" He exclaims.

I turn to Snape who is standing at the foot of my bed, a faint smile paints his lips. Most likely an attempt to comfort me.

"Uh... I... um... so...r...y..." I try to speak. My throat is unbelievably sore and dry, and I can already feel my emotions getting the better of me.

Severus rushes to my side, taking hold of my hand and sitting on the edge of my bed. "Don't try to talk, Draco. Relax and don't you dare apologise. It's not your fault, the fault is mine for not realising that your mind was unwell."

I want to ask for water to help my throat, but as I can't right now I point to my throat. "Do you want some water?" Harry asks. I nod my head and he helps me to sit up and take a drink from the glass that was on the night stand. "Better?"

"Yeah, thanks." I smile. I turn to Snape, "It's not your fault. It was the only way to protect you all from Lucius."

The pair shared a confused glance and then turn to me with the same look. "Draco? What are you talking about?" Harry asks.

"What could your bastard father possibly have to do with this!?" Severus snaps.

"Oh I don't know maybe because his ghost is possessing you so that he can sacrifice me and become the next dark lord." I say.

Harry looks utterly dumbfounded and Severus stands as though he is looking for someone. "Where is Madam Pomfrey?"

"Why?" I ask.

"I want to know what kind of potions she's been giving you."

"But... uh... none of that happened?" I couldn't help but feel crazy. Was none of that real? Was it all just a dream? If so then why isn't Snape dead? Why is Harry by my bedside? If none of it was real then we never dated- I think. I need answers.

"No, Draco. Lucius died in the war, so your safe." Harry assures me, while rubbing my back to keep me calm.

"Okay? So how are you alive?" I ask Snape.

He looks a little hurt by my question, but answers it any way, "In the war after Voldemort left for Potter, I was as good as dead." I nod to let him know I understand. "When I went unconscious I thought I was dead. A month later I woke up in St. Mungo's. When I was discharged I just wanted to get right back here at Hogwart's. McGonagall tried to discourage it, but I insisted."

"Ca... can I see your neck?" I bravely ask. I need proof that he wasn't possessed. Snape nods and pulls down his collar. There is it. My proof that it was all a dream. On his neck was a mess of red scars from when Voldemort's snake attacked him.

I can't believe it was all a dream. Don't get me wrong it is a relief, but it all seemed so real. However, Harry is here... so maybe some parts were real? But what parts?

"Draco! What the hell do you think you're playing at!?" A familiar voice yells. Before I know it, Pansy comes into view, but she doesn't come straight for my bed like I expected. Instead she grabs a pillow from another bed... then she darts for me. The seconds she is at arms length she begins batting me with the pillow. "What the fuck were you thing thinking?" Hit. "You stupid bastard!" Hit. "You don't get to leave yet!" Hit. "Especially..." Hit. "Without saying..." Hit. Hit. "Goodbye." Hit. "Shit head!" Hit. Hit. Hit.

Harry and Snape don't even attempt to stop her. My guess is they are either afraid of her or are finding this way too amusing. "Pansy! Stop!" I beg. "I'm sorry, I really didn't mean for this."

She finally stops hitting me with the pillow. "Then explain to me why!" Pansy demands, crossing her arms and staring me down.

"It's hard to explain. My sense of reality seems to be fucked up." I try to explain. Unfortunately for me she doesn't look the least bit pleased with that explanation. So I have another go at explaining. "I don't really know what's real and what's not any more. When I did it, I honestly thought I was protecting everyone. I know that doesn't make a lot of sense. This is the only way I can explain it properly." I begin telling them about everything that happened in the dream. And they were able to help me work out what really happened and what didn't. For example, mine and Harry's argument on top of the Astronomy Tower. Where he revealed that he had seen the meetings I attended with my father and Voldemort. Fortunately or unfortunately Crabbe and Goyle aren't dead. And there is going to be a Hogs-Prom, but that's at the end of the school year instead of before Christmas.

A few days later I was discharged from the hospital wing and just like last time, Madam Pomfrey said she didn't want to see me back for something like this again. However this time I knew I wouldn't be. In the dream I felt trapped, that there was no other way to be free from my father. It's a lot like how I felt growing up. That's why I bullied other kids when I younger. It was partly in hopes of making my father proud of me, but I was mainly taking my own pain out on them. Which I now know was wrong, but at the time I didn't give a fuck.

I'm not trapped any more, and as a result my head isn't as loud and my world isn't so dark. I can actually see colour and I no longer have to fake a smile.

Classes went on as normal, Harry and I would sneak into each others dorms at night, Snape always kept a close eye on me even though I haven't hurt myself in six months. Yes, that's right! I'm six months clean!

I've also been doing really well in my classes. I want to be an auror so that I can help bring wizards like my father and Voldemort to justice. I don't want to see people suffer like I have or how I have inflicted suffering on others. Never again.

I can't change the things I've done and I will always hold a little hatred towards myself for my sins. All I can do is move on and be the best person I can. I'm blessed that I don't have to go through shit alone. I have people that love me, even if I don't deserve it or can't love myself. They are the reason I strive to be my best. I know I can never repay them, but I am certainly going to try.

I am now getting ready for my second chance at Hogs-Prom, and I intend for it to go nothing like the first time. I'm wearing a simple black suit with an emerald green tie. Once I'm satisfied with how I look I meet Pansy and Blaise in our common room. We then go to Gryffindor Tower to wait for the others. Harry is last to come out. "Are you serious? The girls were ready faster than you." I moan at him.

"I'm taking a Malfoy to prom- I can hardly go looking scruffy, can I?" Harry argues.

I look him up and down, scanning every inch of him. He went with a similar style to me. A black suit with a Gryffindor red tie. However there was one things that stood out on him. "What about this mess?" I laugh, ruffling his already messy black hair.

"Stop it, Draco! You're making it worse." Harry whines.

"I don't think that's possible." I say, with a smirk.

"It's not my fault. It just didn't want to cooperate today."

"So what's your excuse for every other day of your life?" I challenged, which earned me a glare. "Chill out, Potter. Let's go or there will be no cake left." I grab the Gryffindor's hand and drag him to the Great Hall, leaving the others in the dust.

I got my cake and the others finally caught up. We all had a ton of fun dancing, drinking punch and winding up Ron. I really would never forget tonight and it replaced every bad feeling I had from the dream. Unfortunately Crabbe and Goyle did try to cause something of a scene, but a punch in the face from Pansy soon shut them down.

When it was all over Harry and I went up to the Astronomy Tower to watch the stars. We didn't do anything. We just cuddled and fell asleep.

The next morning we got an earful from McGonagall, but it was worth it.

Cannot believe I am finished this! Thank you guys so much for reading it. Please check out the next story I am working on When Angels Fall if you get the chance. You guys are the best and I hope you have a wonderful Christmas.

Until the next story ;)