Underneath it All
Rating- PG-13
Disclaimer- I don't own Harry or Draco, they belong to J.K. Rowling. I just put them under the Imperious Curse and force them to do what I want.
Warnings- OotP spoilers, slash
A/N- It's another masquerade fic but I really wanted to do one my way.
Chapter 1- Confrontation
Harry sat on the roof of the Astronomy Tower. It was the one place where he could be alone, or so he thought. Scrambling noises, followed by Draco Malfoy, pulled Harry from his thoughts.
"Potter," Draco nodded at Harry. Harry returned the nod and then returned to his thoughts as Draco sat down.
The war was drawing so close that tension ran high through the school. People didn't need any more enemies so an unspoken truce was made to end the animosity between the houses this year. This didn't make the Slytherins and Gryffindors friends, but it did stop the fighting.
So the two teens sat in a comfortable silence until Harry decided to break it. "I just wish that it would all be over with soon."
"What?"
"The war."
"Doesn't everyone want that?" Draco looked over at the Gryffindor.
"People just have so many expectations of me. Yet they don't care about what happens to me. I'm just a tool, a weapon used to defeat Voldemort. Nobody ever cares about 'Just Harry'. All they ever see is 'The-Boy-Who- Lived'."
"What about your godfather?" By now, everyone knew that Sirius Black was Harry's godfather.
A tear rolled down Harry's cheek. "Yea, he did care about me, but I didn't know him for very long and rarely saw him. Plus, with Sirius, it just always felt like he had the responsibility of looking after me and that I was always his best friend's son. Anyway, he's gone now so it doesn't matter anymore." Harry brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around his legs. "I'm sure those muggles you stayed with care about you." It was more of a question than an actual statement.
Harry spat at the remark. "Ha. I'm surprised I didn't starve to death at the Dursley's. Not that they didn't try. Did you know that my bedroom was the cupboard under the stairs?" Draco shook his head as his mouth dropped open in disbelief. Everyone had always assumed that Harry was treated like a king. "I didn't get my own room until my letter from Hogwarts came and I found out I was a wizard. They had told me that my parents had died in a car crash."
Draco remained silent. There was nothing he could say in response to what he had just heard.
After a while, Harry continued. "Sometimes I would just like to make my own choices."
"So would I." Harry looked over at the Slytherin. "My life is controlled by my father."
"I thought you loved your father? You used to always brag about how great he is."
"Yea, well that was when I was young and stupid. I wasn't old enough to make my own decisions so I allowed my father to brainwash me and let him make them for me. I'm older now and won't make that mistake again. I don't want to become a Death Eater. Why should I let some half-crazed maniac, obsessed with killing you, order me around? I don't need people to tell me what to do. I can do that myself.
"Doesn't my father know that he'll never win? He thinks following that lunatic will bring him power but, the Dark will never win. Light will always prevail. If you light a candle in a room filled with shadows, the shadows disappear. It's as simple as that. History repeats itself and will continue to do so. The Light always wins. Why should this time be any different?" Rage burned in Draco's steel cold, gray eyes.
"Wow, have you told your father all of that?"
"No."
"I think you should. I'm sure he would lis—."
Draco cut the Gryffindor off. "No, you don't know my father. He wouldn't think twice about using Crutatious on me for just mentioning that I was considering not becoming a Death Eater." Draco hung his head down.
After another long silence, Draco stood up. "You know, no one has ever bothered to sit and listen to what I've had to say before. Well, except Crabbe and Goyle but their parents forced them to be friends with me." Harry chuckled. "This was nice. Thanks, Potter. We should do this again sometime."
"Yea, sure, and call me Harry, ok, Draco? I guess were not really enemies anymore."
"Sure, cya around, Harry."
Draco returned inside, leaving Harry, once again, with his thoughts.
TBC
A/N- I have the next chapter written already so you won't have to wait too long. I just need to type it up and get a good start on the 3rd chapter. I plan on this whole story being 4 chapters. Please read and review!