The Longest Lesson to learn: A Harry/Draco Story

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( who Draco was sure of had troll blood ) there was the Barbados and 

creol mixed Voodoo haiten practicing Blaize Zabini, dark copper skin  

and dark sort cropped curly  hair whoes mother was a Voodoo priestess 

and grew up in Barbados and his father a Haitian witch doctor. The  

slutty short haired  Pansy who dabbled into black magic bordering  

satanic, Draco would never say it aloud but she made his skin crawl  

after he found a petrified bat in a glass jar of formaldehyde in her  

room. Draco hated being around the whole lot of them (except crab and  

goyle who he suspected actually understood him) Blaize and Pansy had  

been grilling him all of summer about joining the Society of young  

death eaters " come on Draco, when are you gonna join us, yeah,'  

Blaize asked him once, his Creole accent digging into him,' you know  

our parents be wanting us to be one fors a while. Me and Pansy already  

beens to death eaters camp."

Pansy drawled, "yeah draaaaco, people have asked why you haven't joined us yet, like maybe you’re not really  in it to win. Like maybe you wanna go join saint potter and his band of fucking virgins." Pansy drawled his name in a way that made him  feel like she was verbally raping his ears, he

shivered. 

" fuck that potter, sodden great saint potter, who's  

everyone’s favorite orphan. The great savior, I'll die before I join  

his team." spat Draco heatedly but internally, Draco was terrified of 

ever one day having to join Voldemort army of preteen psycho death  

eaters, the things that took place at that month long camp for killers  

made Draco wake up in a cold damp sweat... Blaize and Pansy gushed

about it upon returning and what they told him turned his blood to ice  

in his veins. The camp took place on an enchanted stretch of damp  

marshy land were time was warped, so what was a month on the outside 

felt like years but you didn’t age. There were tents set-up like a camping ground, the  earth smelt like the rotten decaying of human flesh. The things that  

happened there was what scared Draco; they killed each other for  

practice with black magic. spells so evil they had been  forbidden by  

law. Spells to crush a skull from the inside either slowly or swift.  

Spell for skinning someone alive. Spells for maiming a person’s limbs, 

the avada kedavra curse was childs play to what was being taught. There  

was an advanced avada kedavra, mortem exercitu, a  unforgiving curse whose latin name meant literally -Death of an Army-

that was never mention because it had the power …to kill an army. A smog of black choking gas burst forth from the wand looking like  

bubbling tar, burning whoever it touched like acid and was sticky like  

napalm but twice as deadly... it ate the flesh off, searing them to  

the bone, the flesh literally melted off and the eyes popped like hot  

jelly. But only someone who truly had a black heart could

perform it, Pansy said she only ever saw one person perform  

it...Voldemort. "Because why kill just one person at a time when you  

can kill millions, an entire ARMY!, it really is brilliant." 

Yeah, brilliant... Draco's stomach Twisted itself at the very image. A year of brutally killing each other off, a year of learning how to desensitize someone from the human guilt of killing a creature or person in the worst way possible.

On the train he had been reading a letter from Voldemort himself,

saying how he thought it time he came to his training camp.

 hewould be welcomed with open arms and would receive the dark mark

tattoo. The symbol of his loyalty...

He watched Harry get up and leave dinner

"you can't ever understand Potter! You think you saved me from

myself today but you can't save me from a future of torturous hell.

You can pat yourself on the back and say you did a good job today but

you have no idea, no fuckin idea. You can't save me." he thought,

anger burning his throat

 That night in the boys room Ron commented on what happened earlier

"you practically had a death match right there, the whole school could

tell you guys were sending death threats across the table, bloody hell

Harry." ron curled under the red Gryffindor blanket and Harry took

off his glasses pulling back the covers to his bed "really? I didn't

realize we're being obvious. And beside it wasn't anything really,

just Malfoy being a git."

Ron snorted "yeah he's got mental issues

that one, I overheard dad telling mum he herd Draco’s father talking in

the ministries office, saying  Draco was have some Emotional problems

and he was gonna have to take time off to attend to him. Make sure he

don't go sideways. He's gonna off himself one day, just you see. Well

good ridden when he does, oy Harry? Well night mate" Ron went to

sleep. Harry mumbled a "night" but he stayed up, thinking of what Ron

said about Draco maybe suffering from mental issue and he couldn't get

the image of Draco covered in blood out of his head. Eventually sleep

overtook him and he fell asleep.