"You don't deserve to live!" The harsh voice screamed as he snatched his wand.

Draco pushed up from the ground only to catch a glimpse of the man whipping around. His wand was pointed at the brunette nearby. "No!" He shouted desperately. He stumbled to his feet and charged at Harry who was caught in a frozen state of shock. Both the silver and golden eyes were wide as they watched the deadly bolt of power come flying straight at them, aimed at Harry's chest to forever stop his heart from its intense pounding…

….

A couple months earlier…

"You're going to write, right?" Ron asked to the brunette as they stood patiently in line before the massive black train.

"Of course!" Harry said with a smile. "You, too. Right, Hermione?"

She nodded and gave Ron a fierce push on his arm. "You better not forget to write me again this summer."

"Okay! Sheesh…" Ron mumbled as he rubbed his arm and Harry chuckled.

"All aboard!" The voice echoed over the sea of kids.

As Harry and Ron picked up their bags to board the train, Harry couldn't help but look back into the crowd. His silver eyes searched for the hint of white that seemed invisible among the crowd. Yet, Ron shortly tapped his shoulder, urging him onto the train. Harry finally looked away from the crowd and hopped up the steps. With Hermione leading, they picked an empty cabin and slipped inside.

"Hey, Harry, shouldn't you be in the back cabin?" Hermione asked as she started to put her bag away. The space above the seats was too high and struggled. Yet, Ron took it from her and kindly put it away for her.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he climbed on the other seat to put his away. He stretched up to the open cupboard to slip his heavy suitcase inside, but a sharp pain in his lower back caused him to strain. To his surprise, Ron yanked it from his hands with a cold look and shoved it away.

"With him?" He asked with a strict tone.

Harry blushed slightly under his eyes at the fact that his soreness had been noticed. "I-I hung out with him the other day… I want to hang out with you guys, too."

"But you hung out with us yesterday," Hermione added, taking a seat on the left side of the cabin. "You can, like, alternate between us, you know. That way it's fair."

"If you want to be alone with Ron, just say so and I'll leave." Harry snickered.

Ron smirked and took a seat beside her as she started to ramble with embarrassment. "I can't believe you would even say that! It's so absurd! Like I would ever-!"

"Calm down, Hermione," Ron said, putting his arm around her. "We don't have to hide it." She scoffed and gave his arm another fierce shove, removing his arm from around her shoulders. Harry smiled and was about to sit down when a knock at the door echoed into the room.

"Hey," the white haired fiend said coolly with a nod of his head.

Harry hesitated slightly. "Draco."

Draco moved his eyes to the couple on the other side of the room from the brunette. He nodded simply again, saying quietly, "Granger. Weasley."

"Malfoy," Ron snorted while Hermione gave him a polite but uneasy, "Hello, Draco."

Draco hardly acknowledged their existence, including Ron's sharp glare, and faced the brunette. "Here," he said while tossing something to him. Harry caught the chocolate snack with surprise, quickly looking it over and back to the boy at the door. "I bought too many, so eat it."

"O-Okay…"

"Draco!" One of his friends complained from down the isle.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." He muttered and gave Harry a sly smile before disappearing from the doorway.

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat that had just appeared and slowly walked to the door. He glanced down the hall to see the white hair fading far down the isle. With a deep breath, he slowly closed the sliding door. He had always been nervous when Draco and his friends got near, but recently, every time he got close to Draco, his heart would race out of control. He was even panting slightly from it and was jumpy as ever. He stared at the sweet gift in his hand as he took a seat on the right side of the cabin. When he looked up and caught them staring silently, he flinched and stuttered.

"W-What?"

Hermione leaned forward a bit and said proudly, "Notice how he didn't have any other snacks in his hands?"

Harry ripped it open to distract him from his nervousness. "So what? He… probably left the rest back at his seat."

"True," Hermione said and leaned back against the seat. "But that trolley cart didn't go by too far, so he was obviously thinking of you when he bought 'too many' snacks." She smiled.

Harry shook his head and tore off a piece of the chocolate. "Whatever. Want some?"

"Sure." Hermione took a piece.

Ron, however, scowled when the chocolate was motioned to him. "No way," he spat. "He touched it. It's probably contaminated."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Ron."

"I said I would accept him. You never said I had to be nice to him."

Hermione groaned and stole another piece of the chocolate. "You're so stubborn." She shoved the piece in his face at which he turned away from. He scowled to the window silently for a minute, taking a few glances from Harry and the chocolate. Eventually, he snatched the piece for himself and quickly ate it. Hermione and Harry laughed at how he was acting like a stubborn child and knew that he meant no harm.

The ride was long and tiring with really nothing to do. They talked and laughed for an hour or two, then eventually ran out of things to say. Hermione read a book for a bit while Ron and Harry tried to play a card game, but that quickly got too boring. Soon, Hermione fell asleep on Ron's shoulder while Ron stared out the window. Harry read a newspaper he had bought from the trolley cart a while back, but was little interested in it. His eyes kept nervously glancing at the door where those golden eyes had been staring. His body was still a little jumpy and he felt too nervous to even think of sleeping.

He sighed after reading the same line ten times and set the paper down. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom," he whispered to not wake Hermione. He got the nod from Ron and slipped out the door quietly.

He passed by cabin after cabin, seeing open and closed doors, lights still on and lights off. He glanced out the nearest window and saw that the sun was just setting. They had left early morning and now the sky was a musky orange with a slight hint of blue arising from the nightly sky. It was late evening, getting to that point where everyone was nodding off to sleep. He passed through a few more rows of cabins before coming onto the next section of the train. The moment he came through the door, a voice came from beside him that nearly gave him a heart attack.

"About time," Draco said with a smirk and came off the wall with his arms crossed slyly. "I saw you walking down the isle when I was coming to get you. You walk really slow, you know that?"

"Shut up," Harry said quietly and rubbed his chest from his increased heart pace. "You scared the shit out of me, you know that?"

Draco smirked at the mocking and started to walk down the new isle. Harry quickly followed, walking happily beside him. "I thought you said you were gonna hang with the red head and that mud-…girl tonight?"

Harry was happy that he stopped himself from cursing his friends and gave him a shrug. "I needed to use the restroom, is all."

"Really?" Draco said with a slyly raised eyebrow. "Not to see me?"

"No." Harry muttered, his blushing slightly increasing.

"You passed three bathrooms on the way here."

"T-They were broken…"

"Liar," Draco laughed and shook his head slightly. "Face it." He snatched Harry's chin and made him look at him. "You wanted to see me."

Harry darted his eyes away and pulled his head away silently. Draco wrapped his arm around his waist and pulled the brunette's body closer. Harry's eyes widened as Draco ran his tongue up the nape of his neck. A cold shiver went washing down his body from it and he shuddered. He was about to pull away before Draco softly kissed his ear and whispered sexily, "Wanna get dirty again?"

Harry quickly whipped his body around, but Draco had his grip on him too tight and he was pulled up on his chest. "R-Really, is that all you think about?"

"Maybe." Draco leaned in, but Harry dropped his head so he kissed his forehead. "This is the last time I'll see you for three months. It's our last chance."

"Th-That's no excuse," Harry muttered. "Besides, we just did it the other day!" Harry tried to turn around to escape the warm arms, but Draco pulled him back, standing close behind him with his arms still wrapped around him.

"That's not soon enough."

Harry blushed and looked away again. "You want to do it on the train?" When Draco nodded, he jerked away. "N-No way. Someone will hear me!"

Draco pulled him back and kissed his cheek cutely. "Then you'll just have to keep your voice down."

"You-!" Harry shook his head and grabbed Draco's groping hands. "Y-You know I can't…"

"Please?" Draco asked in a low voice and ran his tongue across his ear.

Oh no… Harry thought as he started to pant. Draco's hand squeezed through his shirt tight enough to grab his nipple and fondle it while his other hand rubbed the front of his jeans, slowly getting him hard. His body was already twitching and warm from earlier; now he was on the verge of losing control. His legs squirmed and his torso twitched with every slight shock of delight he received. "D-Draco, don't! Not h-here!"

Draco motioned his head down the isle. "There's a bathroom right there."

Harry stopped and allowed Draco to make him face him again. He let out a deep, shaky breath and said, "Fine. You're lucky, you know that!"

Draco started to drag the brunette the few paces to the end of the isle. "Good, 'cause I was gonna rape you whether you wanted to or not."

Harry stopped in the doorway of the bathroom as Draco opened the door. "No, you wouldn't!" He argued.

Yet, in a quick shove, Draco pinned Harry against the back wall. There was a devilish, teasing glint in his golden eyes as he smirked and said, "Try me."

Harry had refused the first kiss only slightly, since the door was still open. He relaxed, however, when it automatically closed and locked behind them. He closed his eyes and gave in to the hard kiss, opening his mouth to feel the touch of Draco's tongue. He used his own tongue to fight him off, to erotically fight for dominance, but Draco's tongue was stronger and slipped past his. It went deep into his mouth, licking over the roof of his mouth. Harry lost his strength immediately and he grunted. Draco pinned one of his wrists against the cold tile of the wall and slowly crawled his fingers up until their hands were connected. His other hand went between their tight bodies and to Harry's excited crotch. Harry winced in response, grunting into their messy kisses as Draco groped him hard. His free hand wrapped around his neck, drawing it closer so the kiss was deeper.

Draco separated their connected hands and undid Harry's shirt. He pulled away, panting and smiling while he exposed his chest. "You're already so hard." Harry blushed and ran his fingers salaciously through his white hair as he leaned his head down. "You better keep your voice down."

"Idiot, d-don't!" His cry was useless as Draco knelled down and placed soft kisses down his chest. He leaned into the wall tighter as he trailed down to his navel and unbuttoned his pants. Harry gasped, but smiled lightly when Draco undid his zipper with his teeth. "Hey," he laughed in a quiet whisper, "t-that's-"

He was interrupted with a gasp when Draco took him in head on. He hugged his waist and sucked almost immediately, showing how impatient he was in this situation. Harry grunted and grabbed his white hair between his shaking fingers in an attempt to control himself. An unbelievable pleasure pierced through him, making his stomach drop to his toes and causing him to moan. He quickly covered his mouth when his voice echoed around the tiny bathroom and rang in his ears. He felt Draco smile, then lick the tip of him profusely. He shuddered again and heard slight whimpers of pleasure escaping his lips. He covered his mouth tighter and dropped his head back against the wall, but he couldn't stop panting no matter how hard he tried.

"D-Draco!" He cried loudly and covered his mouth again. The white haired boy took all of him in his mouth in the next instant and bobbed his head to cause him to tremble harder. He choked down another cry and bent over his head to whisper. "Draco, n-no more. I-I'm gonna-ooh! Draco!"

Draco released him with a slight chuckle and tugged down his pants. He removed his underwear as well while he licked from the bottom of him straight to the tip, making him leak intensely. He stood back up, running his tongue over his nipple and pinching the other one to feel the brunette's body jerk before him. He started to kiss all over his neck, making Harry pant and groan erotically at every one.

"Th-This isn't g-going to work.." Harry panted with his mouth still slightly covered.

"Yes, it will," Draco said in a hushed voice as he licked his own fingers in his face to tease him.

"No," Harry argued weakly. "It's too small in here! There's no room for me to lay down."

Draco watched Harry jumped wildly and moan as he slipped his wet finger inside his entrance. He gripped Draco's robe tightly and trembled in his arms. "You don't need to lay down," he whispered onto his ear and clamped his teeth around the soft bottom, making him shudder with excitement.

Harry turned his head to him, muttering, "W-What are you…"

Draco connected their lips tightly, sucking and nibbling hard every chance he got. Harry drowned in the kiss and moved his head with him to make the kiss sweeter. Even though his hands were shaking, he popped Draco's shirt open and slid his hands down his hard, pale chest. When his hands came across the rim of his pants, he snapped open his belt and dropped his pants the best he could. Draco had been wiggling the tips of his fingers inside him merely to tease him. But as the brunette started to take control, he shoved both fingers quickly inside, making Harry buck his hips forward and groan hard in their kiss. His body trembled harder in his arms, causing Draco to rub him tightly inside.

Harry pulled away at the wave of shear, pure pleasure ripped through him instantly. "N-No more!" He panted and clutched onto his shoulders. Draco slipped his fingers easily in and out of his twitching hole that squeezed him so tight. He soon had created his own lewd liquid that made it easy to rub him harder, making Harry tense up and throw his head back against the wall. "W-We can't-"

"We can do it standing up," Draco said in a husky tone as he flipped him around.

Harry gasped as he was pushed against the wall, the cold tile tingling harshly against his bare chest. "W-What? That's n-not-" He shuddered hard with a lusty, choked cry of delight as Draco ran his hands down his body until he gripped his waist.

"Just relax," Draco whispered in his ear, giving Harry a hot feeling that made his stomach do flips of excitement.

In turn, he relaxed his body the best he could with his trembling nerves. With a quick thrust, Draco forced himself inside, stretching Harry harshly and squeezing himself tightly. Harry's body smacked against the wall and he moaned hard. He shoved his wrist in his mouth to force the cry down, but he still groaned the deeper Draco pushed himself inside. It was unbelievably tight, constricting around Draco as he came inside, and the heat was so intense, he truly believed he would melt. It hurt for Harry, the sharp pain ripping through his body in a fierce pinch. Yet, he got his body to relax and swallow up the pain completely, pushing it aside and numbing it.

"Oh, God," Harry gasped deeply in an erotic voice as Draco pulled him closer, moving inside him slightly.

Draco kissed him numerous times from the back of his shoulder to his neck and up to his ear. "I got you," he whispered passionately, pressing his body against his steaming back. "Are you okay?"

Harry panted, quickly getting his breath somewhat under his control to at least breath right. "Y-Yes…"

Draco smiled and pressed the brunette's body closer against the cool tile. "You better keep your voice down if you don't want to get caught," he warned in a low voice.

Harry's blush had turned into a flaming red all over his face and burned intensely as he looked back at the golden eyes over his shoulder. "I-It's not my f-fault-ahh!" He choked down a bit of the cry as Draco bucked his hips forward. The thrust jerked his body into the wall, sending a ripping feeling of lust throughout his entire body. He moaned into the wall and hid his face from the staring boy behind him. Harry clawed at the wall, letting Draco have the rest of his weak body to do as he pleased. Holding down his hips, he shoved himself inside deep only to pull it back quickly to the tip and push back inside even deeper. The tightness and slight bit of pain brought up such an amazing wave of pleasure that Harry thought he was going to lose his mind. His body bounced and grinded against the wall as Draco thrusted faster, sliding himself in and out harder than he could control.

Draco cupped Harry's shoulder, pulling his upper body tighter to him, digging in tighter down below. Harry dropped his head back on Draco's shoulder and moaned to the roof from the amazing feeling. Draco slipped his tongue in his open mouth, catching the brunette off guard, and kissed him hard. Harry brought his arm back and brought Draco's face close as they moved into a hot kiss. The lustful way Harry used his tongue to feel his teeth and sucked hard on his tongue made Draco get so aroused that he pinned Harry's waist against the wall and shoved inside him so deep that he hit his sweet spot. Harry jerked away instantly, crying out loudly in a lewd voice as a pure erotic feeling covered his whole body in goosebumps.

"Draco!" He cried and dug his fingers into his white hair in a harsh tug. "I-I can't!"

"I know," Draco said sexily as he thrusted faster inside him, rushing in and out of the surrounding heat.

The pleasure had been a tea kettle about to blow, building up to the very peak of their limits. They grinded faster and moaned harder the closer they got and soon came to the point where it burst. Harry scratched fiercely at the wall and clung to Draco tightly as he spurted his pleasure down below. Draco pinned Harry harshly into the wall, squeezing his waist firmly as he came inside him. Harry moaned with him as the hot liquid splashed around his insides in a split second.

They both slid weakly to the floor, Draco holding Harry in his arms as they caught their breath. They were caught between a sink and a small cabinet that made them laugh at what they had done. All in all, they kissed long and sweetly as their silent goodbye and embraced until night had fallen.

…...

Harry slipped back into the cabin, feeling a little weak in his knees as he sat down.

"A thirty minute bathroom break?" Ron asked in a low voice with a high sense of suspicion.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled and sat down with relief for his back.

"Were you sick?" He asked a bit louder. "Or did you go see him?"

Harry quickly lied, "Ron, all the bathrooms were broken. I had to use the one in the very back."

"Where Draco's cabin happens to be."

"Ron!"

Hermione squirmed on Ron's arm and stirred awake. "Hm… What? What's wrong?"

Ron stroked her long, dark hair and hushed her. "Nothing, just go back to sleep." He wrapped his jacket around her so she couldn't get cold and pulled her into his warm arms. Harry couldn't help but be jealous. Although he had already been held in a different way, he would've loved to sleep in Draco's arms through the night.

He quickly pushed the image out of his mind and laid down on the seat. "I'm going to sleep now," he said quietly. "I'm really tired."

"Yeah…" Ron's voice trailed off, obviously wanting to say more like, "I bet you would be," but he refrained from doing so. It's not that he hated Harry and Draco together, it just bugged him how Harry looked past how badly he had treated them over the years so easily. He didn't like Draco, nor did he trust him so easily as Harry and Hermione did. Yet, he loved Harry like a brother, so he was going to have to get used to it. He wasn't sure how long it would take, but he was going to take his damn time doing so. It was his own stubborn touch of being 'nice' and it made him smirk out the window as he watched the nightly sky take over, cloaking them in a musky dark shadow that concealed away all doubts and insecure feelings for the mean time.

…

Harry was excited about summer as much as any other kid, but he wasn't so thrilled about coming home-or what he called "home". The Dursley house was dully modern, but only Harry could feel the aura of dread wavering off it. He looked up at the house with a sense of regret, his expression saying, Let's get this over with. As the taxi left, Harry forced his limp hand to grab his suitcase and walk up the driveway. The porch light flickered on above him, making him glance up at it before turning the doorknob.

It was late evening, the sun had just lowered on the horizon, giving the sky a musky, calming glow. Harry had tried to sleep the train ride home and even the taxi ride back here, but nothing could settle his nerves. He wasn't happy about leaving. Especially since everything that had happened this year at Hogwarts. It was all normal, friends, enemies, classes, magic, ect. Until one night a foolish girl drugged him. When he escaped to his room, Draco was the one to find him. Harry remembered the kiss, the bed, the pain, the pleasure. He was suppose to forget, but he was so thankful that he didn't. Now he was dating his "enemy", his friends had accepted it, and all was well… Except for summer.

Yet, there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't see his friends over the summer, which meant he couldn't see Draco either. He survived three summers before, he could survive another one. He pushed through the door to the bright and warming family living room. Lights as beautiful as pure candles and furniture as natural as Mother Nature, herself greeted him. As he walked into the house further, opening the door a bit more, he saw the dining table set neatly like something out of a Perfect Family magazine. Food, silverware, drinks, all organized nicely to obviously make a good impression. He heard the cackling laughter of a woman coming from the kitchen.

Soon, Petunia Dursley, a tall, thin, and pale woman came strutting through the doorway of the kitchen. She had a slender neck and a long face, much resembling a horse, as Harry always thought. In her boney fingers was a bowl of fresh cut salad, which her large lips smiled proudly at. Yet, the smile fell the minute her colorless eyes landed on the brunette at the door. "Oh," she said weakly after being in mid-sentence from talking to someone in the other room. "Well…" She said in a hoarse whisper. "You're back…early." Harry simply nodded his head, having nothing to say.

"What were you saying, dear?" Vermon Dursely, the chubby troll-resembling man came waddling in. Unlike his wife, he had no neck, therefore he had rolls of skin not only in his chest, but all along the rest of his body. The sweater he was wearing was stretched out enough as it was, but as he saw Harry, he seemed to bloat with irritation at the sight. "You," he spat, looking him over with squinty dark eyes. "You weren't suppose to be back for another week."

Harry pulled in his suitcase and shut the door behind him loudly to show that he was as happy seeing them as they were to him. "We got out early…" He said simply.

At the sound of the slam of the door, rapid footsteps came drilling down the stairs. "Mother, mother, I heard the door shut. Are they here already-" Dudley stopped at the end of the stairs. He was the disappointing combination of the two parents. He was short, like his father, had the neck of his mother, and was a horrible, wide ball of nasty. He was stubby in shape and stubborn in personality. Harry had watched him grow into a spoiled brat who cared nothing more than what was in his hands and not a single drop of concern about who had given it to him. He had stopped abruptly upon seeing Harry and instantly scowled. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

Harry uncomfortably looked around the room, not bothering to answer the pig's question. They were all dressed rather nicely, Petunia in a lovely, but distasteful flower dress, Vermon in a fancy dress shirt and the slimmest pants he could fit in without causing rolls, and even Dudley had a tucked in collar shirt with appropriate pants. Harry felt more out of place than usual. Not that he cared. He just hated everything, even the very air, around him. "Going somewhere?" he asked with a sharp hint of attitude, knowing that he might as well start the frustration since he knew he was going to receive it.

"No, actually," Vermon answered with that sly, annoying glint in his squinty eyes. "The new neighbors are coming over for dinner tonight since you weren't suppose to be home-"

"Ah, suck up to them before they find out your freaks. Nice plan." Harry snapped, pulling his suitcase past Dudley as he started for the stairs.

"You are to go to your room and-"

"Not make a sound. Make them think I'm dead. Yeah, yeah, I got it." Harry mumbled loud enough for them to hear and trudged up the stairs.

"And if you come down-"

"I won't!" Harry was thankful to have a door to block him out from the horrible people he called family downstairs. It was dark in his room, covering him in shadows. His stomach dropped as he leaned against his door, staring into the blackness through his steamed up glasses. He tore them off to clean them and could picture Ron and Hermione standing before him. If the room were bright, he could see their smiles glow and he would've felt instantly better. Yet, the hole in his chest wouldn't cease until the white haired boy was before him. He never thought seeing his face would make him happy, but it did and he desired it so badly that it almost hurt. They figures were blurry and Harry already knew they were fading. The minute he put his glasses back on, the empty room returned to his vision.

He forced his feet to move. He sauntered to the bedside where he kicked off his shoes and plopped down. He didn't bother to turn on his light. It was late anyway and he was exhausted enough. His head was spinning, his rear was sore, and his whole body felt weak. He dropped back down onto his bed, staring up at the blank ceiling above him. He hated it here and could feel time slowing purposely to tease him. As the darkness of the growing night sky started to swallow him, he felt his body growing heavier and his mind even weaker. Yet, as tired as he was, his silver eyes stared up at the ceiling, the blank wall with nothing-simply nothing within it. The more he stared, the more alone he felt and there was nothing he could do about it.

As if they were in the same room, the golden eyes stared up at a similar ceiling. It was as blank as the one before it, only lit up by a dim light, making shadows dance around the room like some kind of taunting movie. Draco stared as he pictured the brunette slowly turning onto his side in the dark room, curling up, and gently drifting off to sleep. He could imagine his soft face being pinched by his glasses and his brown hair covering his eyes and exposing his scar.

He let out an exhausted sigh from the picture. He was laying flat on his back on his bed with his arms crossed behind his head. Having just gotten home, he didn't bother to find anyone in the castle of a house and laid down. It's not like they were hosting a Welcome Home party for him. He had been staring at the ceiling for a good number of minutes when the feeling set in. A drifting feeling, like he was being pulled away from a life line that he desperately needed. He was always neutral about leaving Hogwarts for the summer, not really excited about going home, not really excited about staying at school. But now he had a reason to stay. It was the first time he couldn't reach something that was in arm's distance and he hated it.

A light knock at his door surprised him. He didn't even give the opening door a glance until it was completely open. The bright brays shimmered onto the bed, exposing him as he laid there silently in the dark room. A tall and fairly pale woman stood in the doorway. His mother was beautiful, but under her light eyes were bags of exhaustion and struggle. She was clearly labeled a burden, but she took all the love and strength she had as a mother and a woman and gave it to her son, bit by bit.

"Draco," she called softly with a pinned up smile. "Welcome home."

Draco sat up as she approached him and accepted the arms that slipped around him. The warmth from her bare arms was greater than normal, he realized, and it slightly concerned him. When she pulled away from the hug and sat quietly beside him, he saw drops of sweat on her temples. She was worried. Again. Draco's eyes hit her hands. Her slender fingers, which he had copies of on his own palms, were trembling slightly. She cupped her hands on the lap of her tight silk skirt to regain control.

"How was school?"

Draco remained silent for a while. She always asked useless questions which she never listened to when she was scared. Especially to Draco, to hide whatever she wanted when really she was causing a one-way mirror for Draco to see right through.

"A bloody hell, like always," he scoffed to regain her strength. He honestly hated seeing her in such a condition.

Some of the color returned in her face as she smiled. "Well, I'm glad you're home." Narcissa got to her feet and fixed her button-up as tight as physically possible black dress jacket. "I… was talking with your father," she said slowly as if Draco hadn't have known already. "He's a little upset from…work, so watch yourself around him… All right?" Draco nodded and watched an honest smile appear on her face. As long as she was happy, Draco could stand being home. It was just a necessary thing that he could barely admit to himself.

"Good," she said in such a hushed whisper than it was almost silent. She leaned down, touching his chin with the lightest of touch, like the gentle graze of a piece of gauze, and kissed his forehead. She held her lips on his bare skin for a long few seconds, letting her warmth match to his, and slowly drew away. Draco felt the drifting feeling return as his mother stood upright and strutted her way out of the room. She left the door open, leaving Draco sitting in a bright square of light that stretched all the way across his room. The kiss had left him almost numb and he tried to shake it off.

He pushed to his feet and passed through the doorway, which was much like passing from one world to another. He instantly put on a blank, harsh face, like a mask he constantly had on, and walked in a fierce motion, like something infuriating was on his mind and was going to deal with it in the fiercest way he could. This was the Draco Malfoy that everyone saw, but no one really knew exactly who he was. This was his disguise, the way he wanted people to see him. So people wouldn't mess with him. So people would respect him. So people would look up to him and fear whatever he had in mind. Just like his father.

His father. Draco stopped immediately as a crash echoed around the hall. It was a loud echo that stretched all the way down the dark hall with a harsh smack! A shrill shout followed the crash; feminine and frightened. Draco instantly pictured Narcissa and whipped around. He charged down the hall as fast as he could, wrinkling the perfect black rug that lined the entire hallway floor. He snapped around the corner to find the hallway lit up and silent. In the pitch blackness of the hallway, the first door on the left was just opened in the slightest crack, wide enough for a thin ray of light to pierce the darkness in the hall. Draco stopped at the silence, his heart thudding hard in his chest with concern. Then he stomped to the door and was about to yank it open, before she talked.

"What's the worse that could happen?" The feminine voice said smoothly. It was a pitchy voice, like a nail being scratched on a rock-sharp and flowing smoothly with a sense of tease all around it. It wasn't his mother. He knew this voice and he despised it. The fact that she was here sent chills running up Draco's back.

Yet, he was relieve and breathed a bit easier. His mother was fine. The scream he heard was just her twisted way of laughing. And the crash was probably something she threw across the room to entice someone else in the room. Still, although he knew everything was fine, he still worried above his limit. He hovered by the cracked open door, listening to the voices that bounced off each other.

"He could kill him." This voice was masculine, a fierce voice that spoke low and stern to provide strength and insert fear with every syllable. His father.

"Oh, come now," Bellatrix said and by the rising tone of her voice, Draco could tell she was smiling. The clicks of her black boots echoed as she approached the man. "You knew he was going to get involved the minute he was born-"

"Yes, but nothing like this." Luicius snapped. His voice bounced which meant he jerked his head forward and the click of Bellatrix's heels meant she backed off.

There was pause and Draco could picture the two people staring intensely. Most likely around a table full of papers and instruments that Draco was never allowed to know about. There was probably a wide bookcase behind them and cabinets for the safe keeping of dark things. Things like what? Draco wasn't exactly sure, but even from outside the door he could feel the cruel aura wavering off, chilling his very skin into that of a goose's.

Then she spoke with that smooth, flowing tone of hers that made everyone scowl at from its playfulness. "Working for the Dark Lord… is a blessing, is it not?" Her heels echoed in the dark hallway as she slowly strutted across the room, most likely dragging her dark nails across the surface of the glass table. "He should be happy… serving him."

"Yes, but this is-"

"Yes!" She copied him in an instant. She whirled around and started rushing back to him a fast paced strut. "You agree! Which means he will gladly follow in your footsteps, will he not?" Her voice turned sharp and fierce as she spoke quicker, harsher. "He will do everything He says and won't question it, just like you have over the years. Which means he should be able to do this job without a sweat. Just. Like. You."

"This job," his father spoke in a harsher tone than hers, "is something I would do."

"Precisely," she said proudly.

"Not something for a child!"

That's when Draco flinched. They were talking about… No, they couldn't be. He was suppose to do something… for Him? But…

Bellatrix started to laugh. It was a mild giggle at first, quiet and trying to be held inside. Yet, she opened her mouth and the cackling laugh turned sinister and cold in a snap. It echoed around the room and loudly into the hall, surrounding Draco as if she were mocking him. "The Dark lord can't kill him!" She said in a deep inhale as she caught her breath. "Not yet… He needs him like He needs you and me. Draco will be a good use to Him."

"My son has already failed him once. What's stopping him from failing him again? The Dark lord will not take another mistake without some sort of punishment!"

"Exactly," she said with that lingering tone of hers. The way she spoke was irritating, her pitch rising with her eyebrows, giving her pale face a surprised, but well-known and well-played look. "So… When He comes here for good… He will be under His watch and Draco will not make another mistake."

There was a pause that frightened Draco. His father was thinking it over, recalling his son's mistaking on befriending the enemy. Draco seemed to be breathing harder since it became a struggle to keep his breath quiet. Then, ever so slowly, his father responded. "Fine…"

Draco started to back away from the door, but he only reached a step away before his muscles froze. He was shocked. He could feel that cold aura wrapping around him like a menacing blanket and locking around him tightly, forever trapping him in his worst nightmare.

Run, a voice in the back of his mind said. Run and don't look back. But then his name ran through his head. Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. He was Draco Malfoy, son of Luicius and Narcissa Malfoy, living in Malfoy Manor. The Malfoys had always served the Dark lord, but he couldn't… couldn't possibly…

Harry Potter was the next name to run through his mind. His heart skipped a beat, making him breath unevenly and finally hold his breath in from fear. He could picture the brunette smiling as he passed him in the Hogwart's hall. Nowadays, he had met Harry's gaze with a sly smile. It was such a gaze that made their heads turn as they kept it locked until they either ran into something or were forced to look away. Before, however, whenever they passed each other, the smile would fall and the silver eyes would fade into a mild glare at which Draco return fiercely. That was the way… things were suppose to be. If he were to act like that… To obey orders that made those silver eyes fade… He wouldn't stand it!

Suddenly the door was yanked open and Draco was caught in a bright square of light in the doorway. Before him was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange, a short woman with glossy black hair, like liquid ebony, that hung in wicked strands as if they were tiny snakes. She was dressed entirely in black, a long dress that trained on the ground with cobwebbed designs and tattered edges. Her slender body made her seem enticing along with her pale, never ending eyes. Staring into the wide circles made Draco seem hypnotized and caught in her web. She was the Queen Spider, wrapping him in her web merely with her teasing smile, and was prepared to bite his head off whenever she pleased.

Behind her Draco could see his father, tall and looming with a black face. His empty but fierce expression also scared him. His dark eyes were narrowed and glaring at his son from a distance at the queer angle. Draco swallowed the lump in his throat with a great deal of struggle and finally breathed.

"Draco…" The shrill voice called him. His eyes darted back to the witch before him. She kneeled down, though she didn't have to go far to meet his gaze equally, and put her hands on her knees for support. She stared him straight in his golden eyes, completely pulling him in her trap. "I have a special job for you…"

The first chapter is here! Finally! Sorry it's a little later than I promised but here it is! I hope it's good. The first chapter always seems to be the longest, but we'll have to see! Review and tell me what you think. Second chapter coming soon!