Title: The Chase
Author: Keiko Yuki
Series: Harry Potter
Rating: M
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Warnings: Yaoi/ Slash/ M/M…in future chappies
Author's Notes: Ummm, I don't own Harry Potter. I do happen to own a pair of shoes and a scrunchie...
Summary: Even with the dark lord gone, Harry doesn't trust Draco at all. Harry decides to follow him on a night that Draco leaves the safehouse but upon finding him something happens that changes everything. In a new place where all they have is each other to rely on, only one question remains: Can Harry finally learn to trust Draco?

Eerily luminous silver eyes flashed at him angrily as they sat in the darkness. Harry couldn't see the cloaked figure through the inky blackness, but he could tell that his companion was trying to keep himself warm.

Harry could not find the right words to say. The events of tonight had transpired so quickly that he was still trying to comprehend what exactly had happened. The memories of the night were hazy to him and he had no desire to understand their situation. One minute he had been chasing his nemesis into the night and the next they'd been transported to this dark and dreary... place.

"I hope you're satisfied Potter," Malfoy spat out. His anger eating away at what little pride Harry possessed.

Harry stared helplessly into those raging silver depths and all he wanted to do was Apparate out of this place. His overactive imagination fooled him into seeing red in Draco's eyes. And as the venom in Malfoy's words ate away at his heart, he thought desperately to himself. How could all of this have happened? Harry felt like crying again, not because he was scared, but out of frustration. He had really fucked up this time. And to think that it had all started only a week ago...

---Flashback---

"Harry," a voice called to him from behind the door of his bedroom. He knew who it was, but he did not want to answer the door. He had felt the greatest sense of betrayal from Dumbledore. The man who was supposed to help him, and he'd been betrayed by one of the few people he ever truly cared about.

"Go away," Harry muttered weakly as he sat at the edge of his bed. He knew that Remus would continue to badger him regardless of his requests for him to leave him alone.

"Now Harry; do try to be reasonable. He needs to be protected and taken care of." Lupin's gentle voice was soothing and Harry almost gave in to the false sense of security laced cleverly within that soothing voice.

Harry shook his head, waving off the spell in Lupin's voice (no pun intended). "I refuse to come out." Harry then threw himself onto the bed and buried his face in the pillow.

Harry was well aware he was acting like a child. Lupin and the rest of the Aurors were quite right with their logic. But it didn't mean that Harry had to agree with their reasoning. The defeat of Voldemort was a hard-won battle but Harry knew that the fight was not over. They had missed one Horcrux and that meant that the Dark Lord could still rise.

Again, the logic in this matter was agreeable to say the least. It had taken Voldemort thirteen years to regain his body and they had time to find the last Horcrux before then. Harry remembered pointing out the fact that Voldemort could easily move like he had with his first seventh of soul and find a host. Tonks had claimed that he would not be able to leave because of his weakness and the protections around the soul. With this point made, Harry shut his mouth and agreed with them.

In this case though. It was not as simple as black and white. He couldn't trust the decision they had made this time. The decision to move to a new secure hideout was agreeable. The decision to start a night patrol to ward off the remaining death eaters was fine. Even choosing Hermione as their secret keeper was somewhat agreeable!

But this...

"Draco will be here shortly. As a member of the Order, I feel that your presence is necessary."

Harry mentally groaned. The name Draco made his stomach clench and his mouth go dry. His eyes burned with anger and unshed tears as he swallowed the lump lodged in his throat. "I told you already!" He shouted heatedly toward the door that had been magically sealed but could easily be opened by the wizard beyond it.

Harry respected Remus Lupin and trusted that he would not barge in unless Harry was dying or something...

The sound of the door banging open contradicted his thoughts and Harry lifted his head from his pillow in outrage. Standing in the doorway was a young man with shockingly red hair and blue eyes (both of which was the norm in his family). It was not only surprising that Harry was now staring at his best friend in his brutally forced open doorway, but the anger that was burning in Ron's eyes.

"Stop being such a prat Harry!" Ron bellowed and waved his wand wildly. Lupin shrunk in the background while dodging the frantically waving wand.

Harry sat up in his bed and his eyes, darkened with hatred and anger, narrowed dangerously. "What the hell is wrong with you Ron!" Harry's fists clenched in his sheets so tightly he was beginning to lose circulation in his fingers.

Ron ignored the question and waved his wand again, effectively dispelling the piles of neglected clothing on the floor and carelessly thrown books. He stomped angrily toward Harry's bed and looked down at him from his tall frame. His face was red and he did not hold himself back as he began to yell at his best friend once more.

"Just give it up Harry! We're supposed to be HELPING PEOPLE!" Ron only paused to gather his breath, "JUST SUCK IT UP AND BE A MAN! SO WHAT IF DRACO SHOWS UP! HE NEEDS OUR HELP, DAMMIT!"

Harry's face grew red with anger, though not as impressively as Ron's. "WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE HIM! YOU HATE HIM AS MUCH AS I DO!"

Ron's face changed to a less vicious facade as he leaned toward Harry. Their eyes met and Harry stared at him with anger while Ron's eyes were calm. "That is where you're wrong Harry. He may have done some things wrong in the past b-"

"SOME THINGS? RON! HE KILLED DUMBLEDORE!" Harry's eyes filled with tears but they did not fall.

"Harry, he didn't-" Remus spoke gently and soothingly but Harry shook his head wildly.

"HE DID! I SAW WITH MY OWN EYES!"

Ron looked sympathetic, "he didn't speak the curse Harry."

"He might as well have," Harry muttered dejectedly. He stared at his hands, they were white from the clenching motions they'd made. He let go of the sheets only to find the movement painful. He winced as blood flowed back uninhibited into his white fingers. He watched them turn a more healthy, rosy color and wished blood would flow through Dumbledore's veins as well. The tears poured gently from his dark green eyes and dropped onto his folded legs.

Ron sat next to him and pulled him into a friendly hug about the shoulders. "It's alright mate," he rubbed Harry's shoulder gently.

"No, it's not!" Harry pulled away suddenly and his eyes remained pained and swimming in sorrowful pools of salt-water.

"He's here to help us." Ron spoke softly and pleadingly, he wanted his friend to stop his foolishness, to become the person he once had been, to smile and be optimistic again.

"No," Harry clutched at his hair and shook his head.

"Yes," Lupin said and kneeled at the edge of the bed in front of Harry.

"How do you know?" His voice was weak with sadness and pain. "How do you know he won't turn his back on us like Snape!" Harry waved away the hands of Lupin, who had moved to pat him comfortingly. He stood up and gestured toward the window. "How do you know he won't lead his friends over here to kill us all?"

"Harry, you know the only person who can disclose our location is Ms. Granger." Lupin's voice was firm.

"I will not trust him." Harry spoke through clenched teeth. His voice was venomous and his eyes were ablaze with a passionate hatred he'd reserved for only three people yet.

"We cannot help that mate," Ron said. "But we're asking you to be civil. For all of our sakes." Ron looked distantly to Hermione's room across the hall. "You know Harry, Hermione wanted me to tell you that she loves you and wants you to stay safe." Ron's light eyes clouded with tears as he continued. "She said that she trusted anything the Order tells us and she wanted us to do the same. She said that even if she wasn't ever going to wake up, she would do it all over again."

Harry's tears began anew as his thoughts focused solely on his best friend. As keeper, she was to make sure she would never disclose the information entrusted with her. She had decided to be put into a magic-induced coma until the war was over. Ron, who had been and always will be in love with her pleaded for her to reconsider. When she refused to do anything different, Ron proposed marriage to her and she happily accepted. She'd promised them she'd wake up, but now they weren't so sure.

Even now, with Lord Voldemort dead and gone (for now at least), his followers continued to ravage wizarding and muggle communities alike. Their safety still wasn't guaranteed and so Hermione was left in her dormant state until the day that the death eaters posed no more threats. She now lay motionless in her room with Madam Pomfrey attending to her needs.

"Remus! He's here!" The voice of Nymphadora Tonks called from the lower levels of the house, effectively distracting them from their conversation and thought-processes.

Ron and Lupin shared a look and stood up without a word to Harry. It was completely up to the Boy-Who-Lived whether he would come down to see their guest or not.

Harry hadn't come down for two days after that.

---End of Flashback---

They were now sitting in an oppressing and extremely uncomfortable silence. Harry could hear waves lapping against cold stone and it reminded him of his last venture with Dumbledore. Harry's eyes hardened at the memory of the man who had left him to conquer Voldemort alone. Left him to face his fears and see his friends' deaths...

Draco wrapped his cloak more securely around himself, trying to trap what little heat he was generating. Now his enemy was sitting here right next to him and he felt more miserable than he'd ever felt in his life. He had promised Lupin and the weasel that he would try to trust Potter and look where it had landed them. Harry had noticed two days into Draco's stay that he had been sneaking out of his room and leaving the safehouse for unknown reasons. Harry, who had immediately become suspicious, took it upon himself to investigate further into the mystery that was Draco Malfoy.

Draco's father had died at the hands of Voldemort himself. None were absolutely sure why, but Draco said that he had wronged him in a way that was unforgiveable. Draco's mother had disappeared and left him behind to fend for himself. Having never truly been granted the privilege of being properly named a death eater, Draco was abandoned because of his parents' foolishness. Both worlds denied him and he was forced to turn to his once enemy.

Draco clutched at his knees, desperately trying to warm himself. His wand had snapped clean in half when potter had thrown himself upon him when he'd left to make his usual rounds at the underground meetings.

Draco scoffed to himself as he thought of the werewolf who had insisted he befriend Potter. He had tried to be civil, but the raven-haired wizard would have none of it. He had decided to give up the act and behave like he normally did. As normal he could be under the circumstances, anyway.

Draco looked up and noticed that Potter had been staring at him. "What?" He spat toward him, his voice tainted with deep disgust.

Harry's eyes narrowed and he searched for a good come-back but found none. This situation would not be helped by him arguing with his...he wasn't even sure what Draco was to him. He wasn't even sure if he was the enemy or an ally.

Harry shook his head and stared without emotion into Draco's challenging gaze. He realized had no pride anymore and so he took a deep breath and turned to Malfoy. "I know this won't help anything." He paused to make sure that Malfoy was listening and at his glare, he continued bitterly. "I apologize for what happened." Harry almost choked on the words.

Draco scoffed again and turned his head to gaze at the starry sky. "You know Potter," he said wistfully. "I always wanted to know what it was like..." Draco trailed off, as if realizing for the first time that Harry was there and quickly shut his mouth.

When Harry was about to question him Draco stood abruptly. "Tell me you still have your wand Potter." His voice was dripping with sarcasm and frustration.

Harry moved his hand to search through his robes for the wand he'd had for eight years. He didn't find it but he didn't remember dropping it when he had tackled Malfoy outside a suspicious-looking building secreted away underground. He winced at the memory of having waited for nearly two hours in the dark and waiting for Malfoy to pass him so he could tackle him to the ground. Harry mentally reprimanded himself for being so stupid. They'd fought for a mere three seconds before they touched what Harry had already assumed to be a portkey.

"Sorry," Harry's tone was not apologetic, however.

"Ugh, can't take you anywhere Potter." Harry found Draco's statement quite odd, seeing as Draco had never taken him anywhere.

"It has to be around here somewhere," Harry said as he moved to his hands and knees, feeling the dark ground for his wand. When he grew tired of crawling around without help, he sat on his knees. He could feel Draco staring at him and spoke without looking at him. "Why don't you help me instead of just watching?"

Draco placed his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes, though Potter couldn't see it. "It was not I who got us trapped in this mess! It's your fault we're even here!"

"It's your fault I can't trust you!" Harry retorted as he stood up to glare straight into Draco's luminous eyes.

"Oh dear, you've broken me." Draco said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. He crossed his arms over his chest for good measure and held Harry's gaze. "At least I have enough pride and honor to TRY and put our differences aside for our cause!"

"OUR CAUSE?" Harry was livid and his face was red with unveiled anger.

"Yes Potter! OUR cause! Everyone of the Order believes me but you!" Draco gave in to his desire to let his opinions fly. "If you weren't so busy STALKING ME you would know that LUPIN was the one sending me out every night!"

Harry took a step back in shock. It was true he had been following Draco when he left the house every night, and it was also true he hadn't spoken to Remus in a while. Harry stayed quiet. Everything he thought to say sounded stupid and unimportant to him. Everything he could have said only proved to condemn him even further.

"See, Potter? I was right, wasn't I?" Draco sounded pompous and he smirked triumphantly at Harry.

Not able to withstand the smug look on Draco's face, he tackled him to the ground in his anger. He raised a fist to pound his smug face in but stopped himself inches away from Draco's face. Even from their closeness Harry could barely see his face, but though the light from the stars were dim, he could make out his features. His eyes swept over the pointed chin and nose, the almond shaped silver-gray eyes, the thin lips that were etched into a frown, the finely shaped eyebrows that were wrinkled together in confusion... and the purpling bruise under his eye.

Harry's hand opened from a fist and touched the mark he had left, no doubt, from their scuffle earlier. The touch was soft and he pulled away quickly, as if he had been burned from the contact. What the hell was he doing?

At first Draco didn't move at all, and then his eyebrows lifted, one slightly higher than the other. "Now you're going to try to rape me?"

The statement shocked Harry at first, and then it scared him. He jumped up and away from Malfoy as quickly as if he'd landed on a blast-ended screwt. He turned away from Malfoy, hiding his blush by resuming his search for the missing wand. All the while he was cursing a certain blonde haired wizard who really should have been a demon. Harry had momentarily regretted having hurt the boy, but now he wanted to kill him all over again. He knew he couldn't, however, seeing as he would probably need the wizard to get out of this place.

While Harry busied himself by finding the wand, Draco stared out into the inky blackness that was the sky. Upon their arrival Draco had noticed that there had been a full moon and a sky filled with bright stars. Now however, there was no moon, and the stars were disappearing so that there was barely any light at all. If Potter didn't find the wand, they were going to be enveloped in a complete darkness until morning, which, Draco thought with a sinking feeling, may never come.

A/N:

I don't know why I'm posting this up so soon but I thought that someone would enjoy it somewhere. Please review and let me know if you like it or if I should continue or not. Goodness, I said the same thing just a few days ago with Overworked and Underpaid, didn't I?

Feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you don't like it, tell me (But please do so in a kind and mature way.) Try my other fics out and see if you like those too! Please and thank you!

-Keiko Yuki