Dark/Powerful!Harry-Tsundere/Arrogant! Draco

Harry is part of a conspiracy to take over the world causing Draco to reevaluate what the truth really is. Can Draco drop his arrogance act in order to side with the new and powerful Golden Boy who is the exact opposite of the weak, soft-spoken brat Draco always saw in school?

He upped the knife so that it was inches away from his prisoner's throat. The German blade was made of pure steel and, with minuscule pressure, could really cut through anything.

The blonde was afraid to breathe. If he took one breath, it'd be over.

"Isn't this ironic Malfoy?" asked his captor with a smile that instilled the same fear as the blade itself.

"I don't know what you're playing at Golden Boy, but I suggest you drop the knife." Malfoy snickered as he kept his voice as calm as possible. For once in his life he was thankful that his father had taught him how to remain utterly calm and impassive, regardless of the situation.

"I don't know if you're in the position to make demands. I thought you were a Slytherin Malfoy, not a bloody Hufflepuff. Shouldn't you be weighing your options right about now?"

Draco sneered. Yes, it was true. He was indeed considering his options at the moment. He just couldn't stand the fact that Potter seemed to have some kind of hold over him. The glistening bright emerald eyes and the devilish grin that lusted after bloodshed turned his knees to jelly.

"What are you staring at Ferret? Not falling in love with me are you? Let me assure you, I do not run that way," snickered Harry in a manner that was very Slytherin.

"I hope you know what you're doing Potter. Not everyone is fooled by your "perfect" act. Others will know what happened to me and you'll be readily persecuted," stated Malfoy with a drawl. He had just sent a vibrating pulse to Snape. If only he could hold Potter off for a few more minutes, rescue would come and everyone would finally believe that their Golden Boy was in fact part of a conspiracy that wanted to take over the wizarding world. "Are the Weasel and Mudblood in on this too?"

The knife suddenly dug into his throat, causing a trickle of blood to flow down his neck. "Don't you talk about my friends that way you Slytherin filth. If it interests you so much, it doesn't concern them. It's easier to pretend what everyone expects me to be as opposed to what I really am."

Draco's breath hitched up an octave. No matter how much training he received, he hated pain. His father had cruelly punished him over and over again just so whenever torture spells such as Crucio were performed, he'd be able to remain completely impassive. Although Draco had no problem withstanding these spells, he still disliked to experience the cruel sensation of his insides being gnawed open. His brief flashbacks were ripped from his mind however, when the figure in front of him resumed talking.

"But who would've thought that you could see through my façade so easily. Even Ron and Hermione haven't noticed."

Draco's eyes widened. Surely Potter's best friends would have seen Potter's true intentions. Luckily, his father had taught him about dark magic and advanced spells that even aurors didn't learn until their training period began but in his opinion, the transfiguration spells that Potter used to mask his injuries and occasional red eye color weren't spells so sophisticated that Granger wouldn't notice. Add the shield charm that he encircled over his magic aurora every day in order to conceal his rapid increase in magical power and it would have been obvious to anyone that Potter had truly changed since 6th year. Draco sneered, incredulous at the stupidity of his wizard generation.

Suddenly, Potter's eyes flashed red and a wave of magical power enveloped the both of them. Draco felt like he was drowning, intoxicated by the fluctuating power. His head turned into mush and the air around him became stale and stuffy. He was about to faint from the pure ecstasy of Potter's magical strength when a toned arm caught him right in the nick of time. Draco panted and tried to stand up again only to have the cool metal blade pressed firmly against his Adam's apple. Draco's eyes narrowed and he suddenly became very angry with the stupid Gryffindor's ability to control that degree of power.

"Sorry about that Malfoy, lost control of myself for a second. It's better not to insult my friends in front of me you see. Though they are quite thick headed, they still have helped me throughout my years here. Regardless, although I admire you for your valiant attempts to help the "good side" or whatever, I simply cannot have anyone ruining my plans. And since, judging by your look of anticipation, you have tried to alert somebody of my true intentions I am going to have to postpone killing you to another time." And with that said, Harry slipped an arm under Draco's slim waist and apparated them both right when Snape rushed into the Astronomy Tower, cloak billowing behind him.

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