Harry/Draco, 8th year. This story became a monster and I had to divide it in two separate parts so here comes the first part Angel of Eden & Creators of Chaos with chapters 1-7. The Sequel goes by the name The Battle in the Cupboard, it's 5 chapters.

Angel of Eden & Creators of Chaos

Zinnia says: I wanted to create some Chaos. In order to do that I broke the rules I've set myself as an author: I brought Draco's long lost relative in Hogwarts.

Story Description: Everything seems to turn to chaos in Hogwarts, along with Harry's feelings for some certain Slytherins. Do Draco Malfoy and his relative have something to do with all this? Why is Malfoy sneaking around at nights?

And then there's the Magical Cupboard where Harry gets trapped in... with Draco Malfoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, J.K. does. I don't own anything else either.

Warnings: A LOT OF H/D KISSING! Possible mind fucking, hints of incest, gay sex (in the sequel), and anything else you might think you've found while reading this story.

Pairings: Harry/Draco, mostly.

I would like to thank my precious beta keria1123, who did an amazing job with this story and tolerated my attitude.

Chapter one – Who tiptoes in the night and hides in the shadows?

Draco heard footsteps coming from the moving staircase in front of him, someone was coming up here. He glanced around quickly to look for a good hiding place. There was absolutely no need to be caught by anyone tonight because he'd been wandering around the castle enough at night-time and there were only so many times you can use an excuse for being sneaking around after curfew, especially when you're a known ex-Death Eater.

He didn't wait to see who was coming up the stairs, instead he started to run quickly but very quietly back the way he'd come from. He knew he was fast enough to reach behind the next turn in the corridor and did, but unfortunately he bumped into something right after taking the turn. He tumbled onto something apparently invisible and came crashing down on it before noticing a hand appear from thin air.

Draco gasped knowing it had to be bloody Potter. Who else would be running around the castle in the middle of the night wearing an invisibility cloak?

"Potter!" He hissed and managed to get on his feet, taking a hasty look behind him but realizing he had managed to turn in the corner so he was out of sight of anyone coming up the stairs in the previous corridor.
He made a face and dusted dirt off of his sleeves and was grateful for the dim lightning in the castle during night-time.
He was upset and angry and didn't need Potter to see his face blush with irritation. Potter took of his invisibility cloak, stood up and suddenly pulled his wand out, pointing it at Draco, saying,

"I know you're up to something, Malfoy. Since it's not the first time either, I want you to come clean about it right now. So what have you been planning?"

Draco narrowed his eyes and reached for his own wand, but Potter lifted his wand a bit higher, closer to Draco's chest and muttered, "Don't even think about it!"

Draco let his arm fall to his side and said,
"I had things to do, although it's none of your business, Potter! Besides I'm the one who should ask you the same question: you're still following me, so what have you been planning?"

Potter's eyes flashed warningly behind his ridiculous glasses. Draco could hear footsteps somewhere in the distance and suspected it must be either a teacher or Filch, and whoever it was would probably find the boys unless they hid somewhere. Potter said,

"'Things to do' isn't an excuse. I've seen you wandering around. Many times, in fact. You're planning something, Malfoy. Tell me now, or I'll push you around the corner and you'll get into trouble for being out at night."

The footsteps were clearly getting closer and Draco counted his possibilities inside his head. He could grab Potter and turn them both in for being outside their dormitories after curfew (of which Potter would probably survive without getting even detention), or he could simply push Potter out of the way and run but there was no certainty he would reach the next turn in the corridor before he would be seen.

Besides Potter might even stun him before he'd manage to go anywhere. Not getting a better idea he clenched his teeth and whispered to Potter,

"I swear to you, Potter, if we get caught now and it's your fault, then by the time you find out what I'm up to, it'll be too late for you to stop me. In fact I suppose the wisest thing for you would be to hide me and not let me get caught, and then I might give you some valuable answers in return."

Draco put a mask of nonchalance on his face, tilting his head a bit, looking Potter down his nose. Potter looked furious. Whoever was coming closer in the next corridor was probably only a moment away from finding them and before Potter even answered to Draco, he had pulled up his invisibility cloak, thrown it over them both and grabbed Draco's left arm, pulling the boy along.

They walked quickly but quietly, Potter's grip was hurting Draco's arm and Potter had his wand pressed against Draco's back, apparently making it a threat.
Draco heard the unknown person turn in the corridor, walking right after them and Potter's steps were even more hurried now, pulling Draco along faster.

Draco forgot to breathe; he couldn't make himself turn to look over his shoulder to see who was coming after them (it must be Filch). He was waiting for someone to shout after them, he was sure his legs would show under the cloak but there was no voice telling them to stop. Then suddenly Potter stopped and pulled his arm, Draco quickly turned to look at Potter who motioned with his head. It was then Draco noticed there was a recess in the wall behind the dark haired boy. Potter pulled Draco right into it.

The short feeling of relief for getting out of the corridor into a recess and probably a safe hiding place was soon washed away when Draco realised how unbelievably small the recess was.
His back was against the wall and his chest was pressed tightly against Potter's, who also had his back against the opposite wall.

No, Draco thought, this place is too small, it's too small, I can't breathe…

Potter clearly didn't know where to put his head because they were so close, finally he put his chin on Draco's left shoulder and took a deep breath. It sounded like Potter too had difficulties with breathing. It only made it more clear to Draco how awfully narrow the place they were in was.

Draco closed his storm grey eyes and tried to think about something else, he was trying to remember how to breathe, not as easy as it sounds. The footsteps were very close now and he realised he wouldn't be able to even see the unknown person because Potter's irritatingly messy hair was in the way.

In Draco's distressed mind the moment felt like an eternity, still the footsteps were on their way. Draco would never admit to Potter how much he hated narrow places, no, but he realised he was getting dizzy because he couldn't breathe nor move. The moment seemed to stretch longer and longer the more anguished Draco got.

This is a nightmare, how did I end up in this situation…

Finally he had to whisper into Potter's ear (which was too close anyway), "I can't breathe, I'll faint in thirty seconds."

Potter didn't reply, and Draco heard the footsteps finally (thank Merlin for that) pass them slowly, and right after the steps were gone Draco released the breath he was holding. Immediately his eyesight was blurring and then everything turned to black.

He tried to breathe in but didn't really know if he managed even that, but he tried to whisper to Potter anyway, "Don't tell anyone or else…"

When he woke up he was in the infirmary and Madame Pomfrey was looming over him, beginning an eager chatter as soon as Draco got his eyes open.

"Who brought me here?" He asked, voice dry and weak, ignoring Pomfrey's stupid questions and frowned in irritation with Pomfrey's obvious answer.

There was something in his mouth, which felt like a hair. He absentmindedly reached for it with his fingers and managed to get it out right before Pomfrey forced him to drink something which tasted like pumpkin juice.

He was on the verge of falling asleep when he noticed the hair was still between his fingers and was about to wipe it on the blanket when he noticed it wasn't a blond hair of his own - it was dark instead.

His eyes narrowed as he pulled it tighter with his both hands, observing it closely and realising who it must've belonged to. He smiled at the irony of it all.

ooOoOoo

The same night Harry Potter got under his blanket and couldn't fall asleep although he was exhausted. Draco Malfoy had been acting suspiciously for a while now.
Harry had looked for him in the Marauder's map and seen him wandering around the castle at nights, almost like back in sixth year.

The whole situation seemed hopeless; Harry had been at Draco's trial and without Harry the ex-Death Eater would be in Azkaban – surely he couldn't be planning anything similar as he did in sixth year. Still, it was Draco Malfoy who had managed to get the Death Eaters in the school, who could possibly know for certain which side he really was on?

Everyone in the school seemed to believe Malfoy was regretting the things of the past and was trying to compensate that by being a good and very polite student – people were actually forgiving him, to Harry's surprise.

It wasn't a good thing; this had been the third time Malfoy had caught Harry following him. He would have to be more careful, otherwise Malfoy would never accidentally reveal anything useful about his doings. Harry was at a dead end.
Tonight Malfoy had promised answers to Harry's questions and Harry could only hope he'd keep that promise.

Finally he drifted into a dream made of narrow corridors and shadows following him.