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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 1

Harry Potter pulled his Invisibility Cloak closer around him as he scanned the hallway. He knew he was just being paranoid; there was no way anyone could see him. With one last glance over his shoulder, he pushed open the door the Room of Requirements, stumbling slightly as he entered. He looked around in awe, still surprised by the imagination of his mate even after all this time. They didn't use the room much anymore since the entire school had found out about them, but nights like this it was necessary.

Harry smiled at the warm fire burning in the fireplace before moving his eyes to the water fall in the bathroom. He flung his cloak over the over-stuffed couch, picking up a bottle of pumpkin juice off of the table that was magically kept cold. He was just still taking everything in when a whimper from the bed caught his attention. "Shit," he mumbled, making his way over to the bed, pulling a vial out of his pocket as he went.

"Drake?" Harry whispered, brushing the hair away from Draco's forehead. Draco curled in tighter on himself, whimpering again. "Hey, come on. Lay back. I got the pain relieving potion from Poppy's stores. It should help for a little bit, Babe." Harry gently pushed his boyfriend's shoulders back so he was laying flat and then helped lift his head so he could drink the potion. Draco let his head fall back, his eyes closed as his body shook with slight tremors of pain. Eventually he calmed down slightly, cuddling into Harry's side more.

"Thanks," Draco whispered, not opening his eyes. Harry watched him with worried eyes. They had been at dinner when Snape had abruptly stood up, knocking over his goblet as he fled, holding his left arm. Harry's eyes had immediately found Draco, who was also holding his left arm, his face contorted in pain. They only difference was Draco wasn't going to answer the Dark Lord's call. When Voldermort had given him his latest task-killing Dumbledore and several other important people in the castle, Draco had went to Dumbledore for help.

Although it had more than likely saved his life and several others lives, too, Draco wasn't always a fan of his decision. He had been disowned from his family and was being kept secluded in the castle. And then there was the torture that was meeting nights. The burning of the Dark Mark was bad enough but Voldemort made it even worse for those who betrayed him. It was almost like the cruciatus curse, causing Draco to cry and convulse until after the meeting concluded. Pain relieving potion took some of the sting off, or at least enough that he could function. Nights like these he and Harry spent in the Room of Requirements, away from prying house mates.

Draco and Harry had started dating towards the end of their fifth year. Draco had challenged Harry to a seeker match and after a freak accident, Harry had fallen from his broom hundreds of feet from the ground. Draco had managed to slow down his decent, causing only minor injuries. Draco stayed with him until he woke up three days later in the hospital wing. The only times he left was when Granger and Weasley would come to visit. At those moments he would hide in the next bed behind the curtains.

When Harry finally woke up, Draco apologized for everything; for the petty fights, his father trying to kill Harry, and for being a right git. It had taken a couple weeks of convincing, but finally Harry forgave Draco and agreed to go on a date the next Hogsmeade weekend. Ever since then they were inseparable. They had kept their relationship a secret much through their six year. It was a secret until the first nice weekend in April when the Creevey brothers caught them fooling around in the Quidditch pitch. Of course pictures were soon spread around the entire school and everyone knew.

After a few fights with Ron and Draco's useless bodyguards, everyone seemed to be happy for the couple. They no longer had to hide their relationship and were known to flaunt their relationship everywhere they went. But every so often- nights like this or when they wanted to be intimate- they still would spent time in the Room of Requirements, locked away where no one else could find them.

Harry reached out and pushed Draco's sleeve away from his Dark Mark. He gently bent and pressed a kiss to the angry red mark, causing Draco to let out a little sigh. Harry slowly trailed his fingers up his boyfriend's chest before gripping his slack tie tightly and pulling Draco into a deep kiss.

"I know it hurts," Harry whispered against Draco's lips. "But I promise you that Dumbledore, Snape and Poppy are working on finding a way to remove it."

"I wish they would find something faster!" Draco growled, pulling Harry down to lay closer to him. The two boys snuggled closer together, Draco's sniffles luring them to sleep.

A ways a way in Wiltshire, the Dark Lord and his Death Eaters were in the midst of a meeting in Malfoy Manor.

"Luciusss," Voldermort hissed, causing the blonde man to flinch.

"Yes, my Lord?" He said back in a low voice.

"You're son hass turned against me, hasn't he? We will just have to do something about that. Morrisss!" the Dark Lord yelled to a newer Death Eater, just a few years out of Hogwarts.

"M-my Lord?" The slim boy stuttered, his dark hair swinging in front of his face. Across the table, Snape took a deep breath, fearing what the plan was going to be.

"You and Lucius follow me. The rest of you are dismissed." The chosen two followed Voldemort to a back room. He sat behind a desk with a high backed leather chair. He tapped his fingers off the desk as he stared across at his two followers.

"Morriss," he hissed, causing the boy's head to snap up. "I am going to give you a chance to prove yourself. You will be provided with polyjuice potion where I ask you to disguise as Draco." Morris bit his lip, nodding his agreement. "Once inside the castle, you're task is to kill Slughorn. He knows far too much from my past for his own good. While he wouldn't be any help to our side, he would be far too good for the light."

"My Lord," Lucius began, trying to keep his face calm. "What does this plan have to do with me?"

"I am going to give you a chance to punish your son as you see fit, Lucius. While dear Morris here is framing your son, I will be able to transport him here through his Mark. From there, you will punish him to my liking."

Most people thought Lucius Malfoy was an evil, power hungry man. They thought he felt no love for his family and only his money, blood status, and name mattered to him. They thought he would give up his family just to have power. And there was the possibility he was a little mad, too. And, well, these people were right. Lucius' mind flickered to the muggle torture devices that were kept hidden away in the dungeons and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Of course my Lord," Lucius said, his face braking into a wide smile. "That sounds like a beautiful plan."

AN: This is my first Harry Potter fic, so please be kind! I hope you liked it.