There was absolutely no plan in my head to continue this - yes I am that much of a loser- because my mood is terribly crappy, thing which sends my smut ideas to hell, but there were so many reviews so long after I last updated, and I thought I could try, because hell, your reviews have gotten me out of a bad period in my life back then, so that's the least I can do. Try. I did.

Here it is, chapter 26.

Chapter 26: Capable of neither

Things have a way of circling around you without you noticing. Until one wrong turn of events makes them bump into you and knock you over. Draco Malfoy always believed that true power is in offering the possibility and eliminating the probability to be harmed. A Slytherin is always sure of himself. There is no need to be too cautious - you leave no holes in your plan. And you always -always- have a plan. But the truth was that there were flaws in the plan that Draco wasn't willing to fix.

Harry was fast asleep and the clock was haunting the night with a sound Draco was quite certain he hated. The paperknife was safe under a concealment charm in his drawer and another one was placed back in the drawer of the Sway in case the Aurors had the brilliant idea to search the place for evidence.

Still, something bugged him. There was no news of his father meeting any kind of fate. It had been a week since his meeting with Aurora and still, nothing had happened. He was getting anxious. But not even that was the problem. You see, the bad thing about having to wait is having to wait. No, seriously.

Waiting makes you think. Draco hated thinking things over. The best decisions are made on the spot, and the only thing thinking can do for you is cloud your judgment. Draco, lying there next to a very peaceful Harry Potter, wondered if he'd ever find any kind of peace.

It is in a moment that the best decisions are made, Draco thought once more as his eyes fell on Harry's invisibility cloak and he thought about last chances. He got up and put on his shoes, grabbing the cloak and heading for the door.

Lucius Malfoy was bound to be trialed in 8 days. For the time being he was held behind bars in the Auror department like a common criminal. Draco did not know how he met this decision, but he would get in.

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There's a mouse lurking in the shadows. It's walking around when I close my eyes, gets close to me and stays still. It's watching me. There is a mouse waiting in the shadows. That, or I'm going insane.

Lucius Malfoy knew a threat when he saw one, but he didn't actually see this one. It was too fast, too cunning. The last few days his only thoughts were about that mouse he could hear in the corners of the cell, that and nothing else. Cages were the worst it could get, they should just kill him and get it over with.

The rustling of fabric brought his senses back to life. Someone was there.

Draco Malfoy sat down on the floor, head resting on the rusty bars of the cell, refusing to look at the man behind his back and still covered with the cloak.

"Draco?" Lucius whispered, and Draco sighed. Of course it would happen. He pushed back the hood of the cloak, revealing the back of his head.

"It is you"

"Were you waiting for someone else? I could leave" Draco's voice was flat and threatening.

Lucius did not speak for a while.

"They say that in order to move on when something has hurt you, you have to either destroy it, or to utterly forgive it"

Lucius smirked and stood up, walking toward the place where his son was seated, looking down at him with all the pride he had left.

"And you, what are you going to do?" he reached out for Draco's hair, curling a golden strand around his fingers.

Draco sighed.

"Me…I'm capable of neither"

I know…

"Nice cloak you have there"

"Potter's"

"That kid always had an ace up his sleeve"

"It certainly looks like it"

"And now he's your ace"

Draco frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Stay out of prison, son"

Draco turned around and looked his father in the eye. A squeaking sound interrupted the silence, and Lucius looked almost terrified for a second.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. There's a mouse in the cell. No matter when I turn around, I never actually see it. That damned thing."

Draco stood up.

"I'm going to leave now"

Lucius seemed taken aback. "So soon?"

"I'm sorry. I can't do it" and with that, Draco disappeared under the cloak and didn't look back.

The next morning at the Sway, while Draco was catching up on his flawed night's sleep, Harry was opening the third drawer, moving aside two notepads and a scotch tape, and wrapping his fingers around a very different paper knife.

His eyes squinted to slits as he searched for the HP engraving to no avail. And if Draco had known the way things had begun to make sense to Harry Potter, he might had run for his life. But Draco wasn't in the private room where the Aurors had talked to Harry about the murders, because if he had been he would have known that replacing the paper knife so carelessly could be the worst mistake he had ever made.

Draco woke up by the sound of someone apparating in the apartment, so he opened his eyes and rose slightly from the bed as quick and angry footsteps approached the room. He made to reach for his wand, but then Harry Potter walked through the door and climbed on the bed, trapping the blond man and grabbing his throat with undiminished force.

Looking into burning green eyes, Draco knew the flaw in the plan. He grabbed Harry by the neck of his shirt, ignoring the increasing lack of air in his lungs, yanking him down for a kiss.

Harry didn't let go, and Draco didn't complain because kissing the Boy who Lived was as good a near-death experience as it could possibly get.