THIS IS THE SEQUAL which continues straight from the part 1, Angel of Eden & Creators of Chaos
Zinnia says: Behind every good author there is a good beta reader, mine is keria1123 so I'll dedicate this story for her since she's picked up the feathers someone else tore off from my wings.
I don't own the characters.
This is pure Draco/Harry with a minimal amount of other characters.
Warnings: gay sex.
Let me know what you thought about this story. I hope you liked this one.
Chapter 1 The Battle in the Cupboard begins
"Hi," Harry said awkwardly, suddenly embarrassed when he realised he'd been staring at Malfoy for a bit too long.
The Slytherin was staring at him in silence before finally saying, "Want to come in for a cup of tea?"
Harry was too dumbfounded to answer but managed to stand up before nodding.
Malfoy stepped outside of the cupboard and took his place in front of the door with a moon crescent on it, Harry walked over to the one with the sun on it.
"Open up, Zinnia," Malfoy called out and immediately the sun and moon began to spin.
Once they were inside Harry looked around. It took him a moment to realise Malfoy had picked up the necklace Harry had forgotten on the corner, and put it somewhere out of sight.
"Why did we have to step inside together?" Harry suddenly asked, still looking around, trying to get a hint of how long Malfoy had been inside the cupboard but he couldn't tell.
"Something to do with the time synchronizations, don't ask me to explain in detail, I find the whole non-time thing a bit complicated." Malfoy said before turning around and stepping inside the kitchen. Harry followed after him and stopped by the kitchen door.
He felt like they were in a really unfamiliar ground, the easiest thing was to stay by the door and just keep watching the blond boy in awkward silence. What was he supposed to say?
"Uhm, yeah, I think all the time stuff is quite… incomprehensible." Harry muttered and ended the sentence with a loud gulp, which the blond boy didn't hear because he was pouring water into a kettle.
When it became clear to Harry Malfoy was avoiding looking at him and didn't start a conversation, Harry asked him, "So, what happened after I'd left? Did the Aurors come? How did you get out?"
Malfoy opened a cupboard and put two mugs on the counter,
"They went into a rage, couldn't understand how you'd manage to 'apparate' out since it was supposed to be impossible. Then it turned into regular meeting until the Aurors showed up. I used a portkey and didn't stay to see what happened to the rest of them."
The blond boy turned around, leaned on the counter for support and crossed his arms over his chest. Harry wanted to go over to him but didn't have the guts, so instead he said,
"I'm glad you got out."
The Slytherin shrugged and kept his gaze on the floor. Harry fidgeted with his fingers before saying,
"I mean… I'm really glad you got out. I was... I was a bit worried, actually."
He didn't know whether he was supposed to say thing like that – after all it was Draco Malfoy he was talking to. He didn't have any experience of talking with the boy in friendly terms and it all felt very awkward and unfamiliar.
The kettle made an irritating, whistle like sound, Malfoy grabbed it and poured the hot water into a teapot before asking, "Did you really expect me to screw up?"
Harry shook his head before realising the blond hadn't looked at him and wouldn't notice,
"No, I didn't. I just didn't know how you planned to get out so…"
When Malfoy didn't say anything but turned back around to lean on the counter, Harry swallowed and forced himself to walk over to the boy. He stepped right in front of the Slytherin, who still kept his eyes firmly fixed on the floor, or right now possibly on Harry's shoes.
They were both quiet for a while before Harry said,
"Actually I think you did a good job. I don't think I ever could've planned something like that if I had to. Which I of course don't but… I mean I'm sort of impressed by all that. It took a lot of effort."
Malfoy shrugged but otherwise didn't react. Harry thought for a while before saying,
"You saved my life. Thank you."
Malfoy finally raised his head and looked at Harry in the eyes but he was glaring stonily, "No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did. I had absolutely no idea there was something as big as that going on. They would've got me and you know that." Harry insisted a bit taken aback by the heated glare Malfoy was giving him.
Malfoy dropped his gaze once more. Harry didn't know what to make of it, it seemed like the Slytherin was embarrassed. Harry pushed his glasses a bit higher on his nose and wondered what he should say next.
Again they were both silent for a moment, Harry was standing so close he thought his shoes might touch Malfoy's bare toes if he took even a little step closer.
He did take a step closer and then braced himself for an outburst of anger as he put his both hands on Malfoy's hips and leaned closer until he could press his chin on the boy's shoulder.
He could feel how tense Malfoy got before realising Harry wasn't just going to give a hug but was in fact planning on staying there.
Malfoy sighed as he relaxed a bit but didn't wrap arms around Harry or anything else for that matter. They stood like that what felt like a long time before Harry finally had the courage to put his arms around the boy and keep him a real embrace.
The awkwardness of it seemed to subside as the time (which wasn't even real time in fact) grew longer and longer. Finally Harry thought it felt almost natural. Almost being the keyword. He took a deep breath, inhaling the blond boy's neck.
Then he pulled back a little and said, "I think you should've told me though. I think you should've told me when we were in the cupboard."
Malfoy met Harry's gaze and the grey colour was piercing, "You wouldn't have believed me and you know that."
Harry wasn't intimidated by the coldness in the eyes, nor the voice that had gone all tense.
Harry asked,
"Why are you so sure? I think I might've believed you if you told me everything."
Malfoy's glare only burned harder,
"No, you wouldn't have! And you know why? Because of him, you should've seen your eyes! Your eyes were filled with… with... You were drooling all over yourself every time he was in the same room as you! Just like everyone else did! Are you in love with him?"
Harry's hadn't even noticed when his fists had clenched into tight balls, nails digging in his palms as his tone reached the same volume as Malfoy's,
"What? NO, of course I'm not!"
Malfoy's tone was so hard and the words were spat out with force, Harry wouldn't have been surprised if he had gotten the boy's spit all over his face along with the words,
"Why are you blushing then!"
"I am not blushing!" Harry shouted.
"You're a terrible liar, Potter!" Malfoy spat and tried to push past Harry and leave the kitchen but Harry followed right after him, shouting to his back,
"I admit I had a crush on him at first but so what? I had no idea he was using some black veela magic on me! What the hell is your problem, Malfoy?"
When Malfoy didn't stop, Harry tried to grab him by the arm but Malfoy pulled his arm free with unnecessary force. He pushed Harry back a little but Harry wasn't prepared for the push, lost his balance and fell down on his back.
"Don't touch me!" Malfoy said but there was less volume now. He took a step back and watched as Harry on the floor leaned on his elbows for support and said,
"Look, I don't know what your problem is but after what happened tonight I don't think you and I should go back to hating each other."
Malfoy was glaring at him, "Yeah? What if I don't share your opinion?"
Harry narrowed his eyes a bit, "Listen to me, Malfoy. I won't let you take us back to where we once were."
Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest, "And exactly how are you going to stop me from doing that?"
Harry narrowed his eyes even more, "Zinnia, can I give Draco Malfoy a task?"
"Certainly," said the Cupboard.
"Don't you dare, Potter!" Malfoy yelled but Harry was already forming the words on his lips,
"Malfoy's task will be to kiss me for ten minutes straight."
Harry still didn't get up from the floor, he thought it might be unnecessary in case Malfoy would launch at him.
What he didn't expect to happen was Malfoy all of a sudden pulling out his wand and saying, "Incarcerous."
Tight ropes appeared out of nowhere and wrapped tightly around Harry, who automatically tried to fight back before realising the ropes would get tighter if he struggled. He tried to relax; the ropes seemed to get even tighter with every breath he took. He couldn't reach his own wand.
Malfoy stepped into his view and pointed the wand at Harry, "Take it back, Potter. Tell her you take the task back."
Harry admitted his own defeat as the ropes seemed to try to prevent him from breathing all together. This wasn't worth it. Fuck you, Malfoy,
"Zinnia? I want to take the task back."
"I'm sorry. Tasks will have to be carried through when they've been given. It's impossible to undo them otherwise." The Cupboards voice was ever so calm.
It should've been funny how calm it was in the middle of all their shouting. He was certain the Cupboard understood what was going on but she seemed like a machine without any feeling to the situations.
He looked Malfoy in the eyes, the boy looked so angry Harry wondered why on earth he had come inside this cupboard in the first place. It was Draco Malfoy, what had Harry been expecting of him?
Malfoy was glaring, "I knew I made a big mistake by letting you read the letter. What are you trying to achieve by all this?"
Harry could barely breathe and tried to speak without moving, "I told you. I just want us to stop fighting with each other."
"What makes you think you can change anything by forcing me to kiss you?"
Harry didn't know the answer but tried to glare back, "Well… you managed it pretty well not more than a week ago so I hardly think it's going to be that difficult to you. Besides… I'd take it back right now if I could."
"You think that now that you read the letter and know what happened to me that night you might be able to make that happen again so that you could humiliate me? Well, I don't think so. It's not going to ever happen again. I will not allow you to… I will not allow this.
You're making a big fool out of yourself here, Potter. I was planning on staying in this cupboard for years so you just ruined your own possibilities of getting out.
Welcome to Draco Malfoy's bed and breakfast! Unfortunately there's no bed or breakfast for you in this place!"
With that Malfoy turned around and started walking towards hid bedroom, Harry shouted after him, "I wasn't going to humiliate you in any way! I don't even know what you're talking about!"
The only answer was a loud thud when Malfoy slammed his bedroom door shut.
Harry's whole body was aching in the tight embrace of the ropes which finally came loose and disappeared after about five minutes.
He stayed on the floor taking deep breaths and thought about everything; the conversation and everything that had happened during the autumn.
Had Malfoy referred to the fact he had become hard? Why would he think Harry was going to humiliate him over that after what had happened to Harry in the cupboard a week ago? He was the one who should be feeling utterly embarrassed, not Malfoy.
Why had it been such a big deal Harry had had a crush on Dene? So what? Harry wouldn't have had the crush in the first place if he knew there was black magic involved.
Unless Malfoy was jealous of Dene, yes, that must be it. Although Malfoy had written in the letter he had hated the boy. The face though; the expression on Malfoy's face when Harry had Dene had gotten out of the cupboard. It looked too real.
Harry had thought Malfoy had fallen in love that time – maybe he had.
Maybe he had fallen in love with Dene even if he had hated him too. That couldn't be an impossible thing to happen, right?
After all, Harry did have some kind of feelings to Malfoy as well, even though they had always been more like enemies.
That's it then. He doesn't want to kiss me because he still has feelings for Dene.
Why did I let myself believe for a second he might even like me?
He had written he thought I looked adorable.
Harry stood up from the floor and headed for the loo. He decided to take a shower although he didn't have any other clothes with him and wouldn't want to put these same ones back on after the shower.
He went to the kitchen wearing only the Slytherin green towel. He put the kettle on and poured out the tea that had gone cold from the teapot.
After he had made himself some tea and sat down on the table, he let himself stroke the elegant Malfoy crest on the tea mug with his thumb while thinking;
I'm an idiot. I've locked myself in a cupboard with Malfoy.
Should I tie him up and force him to kiss me so I can get out after that?
No, he wouldn't probably do anything if I forced him, he'd bite my tongue off.
I should simply wait until he relents. He doesn't want me here anyway, so he's bound to do that sooner or later.
He sat there for what felt like a really long time stroking the infuriating (but elegant nevertheless) crest and sipping the tea that had gone cold without him noticing.
He was hungry so he walked over to the fridge, which looked just like a muggle fridge and tried to open it. It didn't open. "Alohomora." He pointed his wand at the door but it still wouldn't open.
"Zinnia? Why can't I open the door of the fridge?"
"Draco said there's no breakfast for you in this cupboard. It means you cannot get to the food supplies."
Harry's eyebrows shot up, "How is he able to order what I can or cannot do in here?"
"He gave me a task. My task is to be his servant as long as he feels a need for it. I'm reacting to his wishes whenever I'm able to do so." The Cupboard answered.
Harry gasped, "He enslaved you?"
"He gave me a task." The Cupboard answered seeming indifferent.
Harry blinked a couple of times, "Doesn't that bother you?"
"No," the Cupboard answered simply.
Harry asked with a slight desperation in his voice, "Can he give me tasks too?"
"Not while you two are under the task you gave him."
Harry released a breath before asking, "What else can you do except keep the fridge door shut?"
"I don't know. I only know currently you cannot enter his bedroom either without his permission."
Harry rubbed his forehead with his fingers, even the lightning scar seemed to itch with irritation.
Harry sighed and stood quiet for a while before asking, "Have you had a lot of conversations with him?"
When the Cupboard didn't answer, Harry asked, "Zinnia?"
"Yes?"
"Can you answer my question?"
"I didn't know your question was directed to me. I thought you were talking with him. Yes, I've had discussions with Draco."
"Are you allowed to tell about your discussions to me?" Harry asked, fearing he might cause the Cupboard suffering if Malfoy had given her orders which Harry would try to break.
"Yes. He hasn't wished for me to not speak to you."
Harry sighed, he wanted to keep the conversation going although he didn't know what else he could ask, "Do you know why the kitchen fridge looks like a muggle fridge?"
"He tries to get used to some things muggle." The Cupboard answered.
"Why's that?" Harry asked, his curiosity was beginning to wake up. He suddenly remembered how well Malfoy had known about muggle videogames during the poetry class.
"He has several plans in case the Aurors should try to catch him. One of which is to get a false identity as a muggle and live amongst them. He's determined to live a life with as much freedom as possible. He will not go to Azkaban. He will not take part in a war if there ever should become one."
Harry muttered, "I guess that makes sense in some level. Wait… is that why he's been building rooms inside this cupboard? He said he'd been thinking about spending years here – that wasn't a joke? Is one of his plans the possibility of living inside this cupboard for the rest of his life?"
"Yes," the Cupboard answered and then continued,
"Time for him has stopped while he's inside so he doesn't grow old and he can't die a natural death. If he ever gets out of here, then he will return to the same moment in reality from which he came in."
Harry frowned, "If he ever gets out? Why wouldn't he get out?"
"In order to get out he would have to do the task you gave him." The Cupboard answered with a voice as nonchalant as always.
"Oh, right. I forgot that one." Harry sighed. Then he asked, "Uhm… am I all wrong or is there really a library in here somewhere?"
"Ah yes, right here," The Cupboard answered and a golden doorframe appeared in the kitchen wall.
Harry blinked, "You enter the library from kitchen?"
"Yes."
Harry rolled his eyes and didn't bother asking why on earth the entrance to the library was from the kitchen.
The library was filled with bookcases, most of which were still empty so Harry assumed all the building up Malfoy had done wasn't as easy as he had made it sound in the letter.
"Zinnia, is he still building something in here?" Harry asked.
"Yes. This room right here," The Cupboard answered and a golden door frame appeared in the wall which was empty of bookcases.
Harry opened the door and gasped. There was a floor of golden material, perhaps the same size as the library floor but what had made him gasp was the fact that there were no walls or ceiling.
Only pitch-black emptiness.
It looked somehow extremely frightening. Was that really… emptiness?
He went down on his knees and crawled on the golden floor until he reached the edge of the golden material and reached his hand out. He pulled it quickly back as he realised his hand didn't meet any obstacle.
There's no walls and the floor ends here, what on Merlin's name is this?
He was suddenly feeling shaky and nervous as he crawled all the way back to the door frame and because of the nervousness automatically yelled, "Expecto patronum!"
Light shot out of his wand and started to take its form but it didn't form a stag.
What is that? Harry wondered as he tried to hold on to the happiest memory of his life while the spell was suddenly turning into a something big with wings, it's a dragon.
The dragon shot out into the darkness and seemed to fly in the emptiness as long as Harry could see it, until it became just a tiny dot before disappearing.
Harry slammed the library door shut, leaned against it and shouted from the top of his lungs, "Argh!"
He kept shouting as long as he had air in his lungs and slid down against the door until he was firmly sitting on the floor.
Malfoy had appeared on the library threshold looking just as shocked as Harry probably did, shouting, "What's wrong?"
Harry felt like he was panicking all of a sudden, not sure why, he was stuttering, "What… what is that room?"
"Nothing yet but I was planning on making it another bedroom. Your bedroom, in fact." Malfoy smirked and frowned.
I've gone mental, I'm losing my mind, I'm crazy, I'm insane…
Harry started shouting again with all the strength his voice and lungs could provide him with until he felt his vision blurring and then going black.