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Author: Totchi
Title: Stolen
Pairing: HP/DM
Rating: Mature
Summary: Draco Malfoy has been kidnapped and a ransom letter was left in the possession of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Harry Potter has been called in to investigate and bring Draco back, but something about this kidnapping is not what it seems.

It seemed like an eternity before he was able to force his eyes to open, but even after he was able to accomplish such a task, it didn't do him any good. Everything seemed out of focus and distorted, as if he needed to slip on a pair of glasses. But he knew he didn't wear glasses, so something was definitely wrong. An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach as he slowly realized that something wasn't wrong, everything was wrong.

Where am I…?

His head felt so heavy, he wasn't able to shift his face from where it was, pressed against a mattress that definitely did not feel like his. Where was he? Some flat belonging to a bloke he met somewhere, possibly out in a club? His head ached terribly, but he felt a persistent need, a knot forming in the bottom of his belly, telling him to try to figure out what had happened. All he could remember was talking… talking to whom? And then darkness…

Before he could try to think any harder about his predicament, the sound of a door opening made his breath catch in his throat. He tried desperately to move, to push himself up to see who it was that was slowly making their way to him. Despite struggling to move himself, he was unable to do nothing more than make a soft, desperate noise.

"Shh…"

A hand slowly made its way into his hair, and despite the gentle touch, he couldn't stop the apprehensive shudder that made its way down his spine.

The voice spoke again. "Don't worry," he heard the voice say softly, "You'll be fine soon enough."

Something pressed against his lips, something cold and smooth. He made another desperate noise, pressing his lips together, refusing to open his mouth. The gentle hand in his hair trailed down to his face, brushing against his cheekbone before grabbing his chin.

"Drink."

No..! He vehemently refused, his jaw tightening, the only thing he could do to show his defiance.

The grip on his face turned harsh, the hand turning rough and pressing so hard against his mouth, he was sure his jaw would be bruised. Unable to keep his jaw clenched against the pressure, he felt his lips slipping apart. Before a sound could even slip from his lips, something slimy and thick slid past his lips and down his throat.

"There, there…" the voice practically purred as a tingling sensation begun to blossom on his tongue, following the trail that the liquid had left. "You'll feel better soon. I'll take good care of you."

Despite trying to keep his eyes open, he found that the edge of his vision began to black out, shadows slowly creeping in, making him convinced that he was seeing Dementors swim in and out of vision. As blackness slowly consumed him, only one thought passed through him.

I want to see him one last time…

Harry made an irritated noise in the back of his throat as he looked at the path that was just past the gate he was standing in front of. Before he even pulled out his wand, the gate slowly opened, allowing him to start the long walk to the large estate at the end of the path.

"The gate even knows me now…" he grumbled under his breath, resisting the urge to growl and stomp his feet.

He could've sworn it was the fourth time this month that he had found himself walking this path, up to themanor belonging to none other than the resident pain in his arse. He still couldn't believe that Kingsley had allowed an Auror, especially one of his status, to continually waste his time with such frivolous things.

Well… Harry sighed, regretting what he had just thought about. I'm not anything special and I certainly don't need special treatment… But really, AGAIN?

He was really starting to get tired of having to make these house calls to the Malfoy Manor. He was especially tired of the fact that each time he had to come out to perform an investigation or inquiry, he never found anything even worth an Auror coming out to deal with. If anything, he was convinced that Malfoy was just egging him on. And add the fact that Malfoy didn't just insist, no, he demanded that Harry be the one who he would discuss his issues with… Well, Harry just didn't know what else he could do. Harry, after all, was a nice person.

Even if people like damn Malfoy just try to get under my skin…

Harry sighed as he reached the large doors leading into the mansion. He had already decided that Malfoy was probably an undiagnosed hypochondriac, so whatever he wanted to complain about today wouldn't surprise Harry. Without bothering to knock, Harry reached out and pushed the large doors, with the intent of lecturing Malfoy once he saw the blonde man.

His mouth, open and ready to scoff at Malfoy, suddenly went dry and closed with a resounding snap as he stared at not one Malfoy, but two. And these Malfoys were definitely not the ones he had expected to see.

Harry found himself standing still at the entryway into the manor, watching warily as Lucius Malfoy walked towards him. Despite the fact that it's been quite a few years since Harry was a young boy at Hogwarts, he still felt as though Lucius was trying to tower above him. Despite his wariness of the elder Malfoy, what caught his eye was the woman standing beside Lucius.

Narcissa, it seemed, had been crying. And despite the fact that everything about her was regal and haughty, he could see the redness beneath her eyes and the faint pink color her nose had turned, as if she had been sniffing into a tissue.

Harry found himself opening his mouth, trying to make words come out. It would probably be best for him to ask what exactly was going on and why they needed the assistance of an Auror, Harry in particular, as he was told he was specifically requested. Before a sound could come forth from his mouth, Lucius had shoved something into his hand.

"Er… What is this?" Potter blinked owlishly as he adjusted his glasses, looking from Lucius' tight-lipped expression down to the piece of parchment in his hand.

"A ransom letter," came the curt reply from the man standing in front of him.

A soft sob was heard from behind Lucius, as Narcissa put a hand to her mouth.

"Someone has taken Draco!" she sobbed softly, as Lucius made his way back to his wife, wrapping his arms around her in support.

If it wasn't such a serious situation, Harry would've thought it was quite odd to see the pair in such a tender embrace. But as a knot had settled in the pit of his stomach, he turned his focus down to the letter. Written on a piece of parchment paper in plain black ink, it said:

I can offer him more than anyone else in the world. Just because he can't see it now, it does not mean he won't see the truth soon. If I cannot have him, nobody else will.

Harry swallowed slowly, his hand slowly clenching around the note.

Indeed, it seemed that Draco Malfoy had been kidnapped.