Title: The Unexpected Dance Partner part 3
Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don't read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please.
Extra notes: There's a slight OC (original character) in this, but she's only in here because I need a pawn to beat up on, and be nasty to, and I wasn't sure about who was a woman in Voldemort's circle, so I made someone up. Easier this way. ;)
Special thanks goes to my lovely beta reader Brandy, for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked. She also helped me decide on which way this story should go. I had two ideas, pertaining to Draco 'asking' Harry out to the dance, and this one won her vote. Thank you, dear!
Pairings and other stuff: see part one.
Oh and here's some extra warnings: innuendos are abound, as well as a naughty Voldie. And Wormtail's an idiot, as usual.
Just a little tidbit for you all:
Hadria means Dark
Hadwig means Refuge From Battle
Harry means Army-Power
Ronald means Powerful, Mighty
Oh and a quick reminder: this is a romance/humor story. Not supposed to have a real plot! ^_^
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Neville was so upset that he didn't even realize that someone was walking toward him. Blaise, however, was plowing through the crowd to intercept the shifty Death Eater. He wasn't sure what was on her mind now, but he knew that he needed to give Colin, and Draco, some time.
Blaise almost ran over a third year as he stepped in front of Hadwig, blocking her path. She halted with a look of confusion, and then with anger as if she understood what Blaise was trying to do.
"Excuse me, Miss? I was wondering if you'd like to. . ."
"Get out of my way, you little fruit!" Hadwig elbowed Blaise in the ribs as she walked past, and then continued to make her way toward Neville.
"Damn it all!" Blaise said under his breath, "Where's Draco when you need him?"
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Colin tapped lightly on Harry's shoulder, "Um, Harry?"
"Sorry, no cuts." Colin heard Harry mutter before burying his face into Draco's chest again. The two had their eyes closed as they continued to sway to the slow music.
"Yeah, sod off. He's my dance partner." Draco said.
"But. . . Neville might be in danger." Said Colin.
"What?" Harry's head snapped up, almost hitting Draco's chin. He looked wild and wide-eyed at the Gryffindor photographer.
"Yeah. Blaise went to try to stop her after we discovered that she was on her way toward Neville."
"Who?" Draco dared to ask.
"Harriett. Ron spotted her walking toward him. . ."
"Oh, no. NO!" Harry moved and started to run, but Draco caught his wrist.
"Don't go jumping in without your head, Potter!" Malfoy sneered. "It's just like her to try using a friend of yours to get to you! Let me handle this. You go and stand by your Gryffindor friends."
"But. . . what if. . ." Harry never felt concern and helpless for Draco before. He didn't like it.
"You didn't bring your wand with you, did you?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head. "Didn't think you would. That's why I brought mine." Malfoy took out his wand, "Stay put. That's an order." He walked off toward where Colin had directed him.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "Who does he think he is? Someone from the Ministry?"
"What should we do?" Hermione asked, suddenly appearing next to Harry. Ron was standing right next to her. "We can't just let him go off alone like that."
"Yeah. We should do something. I mean, we've got the experience in this sort of thing, don't we?" Ron grinned lopsidedly.
"We need help." Hermione said. "Me and Ron will go look for Dean and Seamus. Colin, you go gather as many others that are against Harriett as you can. No one should have to fight a Death Eater alone, even Malfoy."
"Well, what should I do then?" Harry asked.
"Go find Dumbledore?" Ron suggested.
'Oh sure!' Harry grumbled. They got to go round up people, and he was supposed to either stay put or go get Dumbledore. Wasn't HE the bleeding boy who lived? Even though he detested this name, he still felt he needed to do something. Hell, he DID have the most experience out of everyone here! Why couldn't he do anything?
To hell with what Malfoy wanted, Harry thought. I'm going to help.
But without a wand? No. Harry looked around, hoping . . . yes, there were owls here! They were perched up on the top of some tall rafters. Why hadn't he seen them there before?
'Because you were too busy with Malfoy?' A voice in his head said.
"Sod off." Harry muttered to himself. He quickly walked over to the owls.
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When a long, cold shadow casted itself over his body, Neville looked up to see the grinning face of Harriett. He had heard of her. She was the one that wanted to go out with Harry, but Malfoy stopped her from doing so. He heard from Ginny, who heard from Hermione that Harry said that she was a Death Eater.
Neville gulped a large lump in his throat.
"Hello there, Mr. Longbottom." Hadwig smiled as sweetly as she could. "Are you lonely? Would you like to dance?"
"No, I'm sorry." Neville tried his best to be brave against her. "I already have a date."
"Oh, you mean the one over there by the buffet table drinking all of the butterbeer and eating all of the little trifles? Yeah, she looks really pleased to be here with you."
Neville's gaze softened considerably. He already had red around his eyes from crying silently before, so it made his eyes look more glazed then usual. "She's just mad at me. I don't blame her, for what I said to her."
Hadwig decided to try changing the subject, thinking that it would help her score a dance. "I knew your parents. They were pretty good Aurors."
Neville stood up defensively, hands curling up into hard balls. "Don't you dare talk about my parents in public!"
"Why?" Hadwig smiled wickedly. "Don't you like to know about their heroics? Oh, they were pretty brave, up until they discovered that they were no match for the Dark . . ."
"HADWIG!" A deep voice bellowed.
She turned slowly, grin still plastered on her face. "Oh, hello there, Blondie. I was wondering when you'd show up."
Draco had his wand pointed straight at her, scowling deadly. He just noticed the teary eyes of Longbottom, who looked so pissed that if he had a wand on him, it would be out and pointed right at Hadwig's heart.
"Yes, I showed up. But I'm guessing that I'm not the person you hoped would show."
Hadria grinned. "So, you figured out what I am. That's not good." She took out her own wand. "But before I kill you, I'd like to know who you are so I can carve it on your tombstone."
Draco smirked, "Fat chance, lady. You should have left the school grounds long ago. I guess it's too late to make that decision now. Stupefy!"
Hadwig dodged the spell.
It ended up hitting Neville.
"Whoops." Draco said.
"Neville!" Ron cried, jogging up to Malfoy's side. Hermione was hot on his heels, followed by Dean, Seamus, Colin, Blaise, and a few other Gryffindors. Even Terry Boot and Justin Finch-Fletchley came to help. Luckily, not everyone followed the rule of no wands. Seamus, Dean, and Terry had theirs.
Ron had seen what happened, and he gave Draco a warning glare and said through his teeth. "Nice going, Malfoy."
"Oh shut your trap and help me."
Seamus pointed his wand at Hadwig, "Drop it, lady. We don't want any trouble."
Dean and Terry pointed their wands at the Death Eater as well.
"Yeah, drop it!" Dean said.
"But I love trouble." Hadwig grinned. "Imperio!" The spell hit Ron, who was defenseless. Because she knew that she was outnumbered, she quickly told Ron, "Tackle the blond boy on your right."
And he did.
"WEASLEY! YOU DOLT!" Draco bellowed.
Dean and Seamus both shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Hadwig side-stepped Dean's spell, but Seamus' spell hit her and her wand went flying. Ron gained control again, and then picked himself off of Malfoy.
"Just because I'm wandless doesn't mean that I've failed!" Hadwig cried. She reached into her robe and pulled out a necklace with a cross on it. Quickly she looked at her watch on her wrist and then her eyes darted wildly around the room. "Where've you hidden him, Blondie?"
"She IS after Harry!" Hermione gasped. "You were right!"
"Of course I was right!" Draco growled. He looked over at Hadwig, "It's none of your business where Potter is. For all you know, he left."
"Sorry to disappoint you," Draco heard from behind him. "But I haven't left."
Dread welled up inside of Draco as he turned to come face to face with Harry.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter??" Draco shouted, "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
"No." Harry narrowed his eyes. "I'm not running away. Besides," He looked down at Neville, "She messed with my friend." Harry looked around him, seeing all of his friends, plus others from other houses, standing around him. "She messed with all of my friends. And. . ." He looked back at Draco, "She ruined the best damn date I've ever had."
Draco smiled, but only a little. His smile quickly faded, however. "You can't do anything without a wand, Potter."
Harry smirked, and then stuck his hand into his robes, "Oh? You mean this?" He pulled out his wand. All eleven inches of it.
"I don't even want to know how you got it."
"Good, 'cause I'm not telling you." Harry grinned. He faced Hadwig again, pointing his wand at her. Behind Hadwig, he noticed that Ginny was down on the floor next to Neville. This was getting worse. She was now in danger if he tried to do a spell.
Ron seemed to have thought the same thing, because he shouted, "Harry, wait! My sister might get hurt!"
"Idiot!" Draco shouted, "Don't let Hadwig know she's there!"
It was true that Hadwig had no idea that Ginny was behind her until Ron said something. She turned back around and saw the lithe form of Ginny Weasley, trying to pull a still stunned Neville out of the way. Hadwig grinned wickedly and held up her necklace. "If I can't have you, Potter, then your friends will do just fine. I'm sure that with them, we can persuade you to handing yourself over to the Dark Lord?" She cackled, stepping backwards.
"Not if I can help it!" Draco said. He pointed his wand at Hadwig's necklace and shouted, "Accio necklace!"
The necklace arched in the air and went straight for Draco's open hand.
"The Portkey!" Hadwig screamed.
"PORTKEY??" Harry shouted in disbelief. The necklace was inches away from Draco's hand. "Draco, no! Don't touch it!" Harry dived in front of Draco and smacked his hand away.
Unfortunately, the cross on the necklace hit Harry smack dab on the forehead, and then he disappeared.
"HARRY!!" They all shouted.
"Damn it all!!" Draco screamed. "I was going to grab the chain! I knew that it was just the cross that was the portkey! The STUPID. . . CARING. . . little. . . little. . . IDIOT!"
"Yes," Hadwig was smiling triumphantly. "Looks like I won after all."
Draco turned a very deadly glare on her. "BITCH! YOU'LL PAY!" He pointed his wand at her, "CRUC. . ."
"WAIT!" Hermione grabbed Draco's arm and forced him to bring it down. "You can't! That's an illegal curse!"
"SHE did an illegal curse!" Draco glared daggers at Hadwig, who was starting to look very nervous and frightened.
"Yes, Draco, but she is also a very bad Death Eater and she'll be going to Azkaban anyways, but as for you. . . you need to be around to help us get Harry back."
"No chance in that happening, girly." Hadwig said with a slightly smug look on her face. "The only other way back is with the portkey, and I doubt that he'll be able to use it." Her smile faded when something finally hit her, "And did you just call him Draco?"
"No," Draco butted in before Hermione could answer. "She said. . . Draphon."
Ron smacked a hand to his forehead.
"No, no, I clearly heard her say Draco." Hadwig's smile became more wicked. "You're Lucius' son, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not!" Draco looked over at Harry's friends and said, "Right? I'm not related to Lucius, am I?"
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron.
"Ha! I knew it!" Hadwig grinned. "So that's how you knew about me and why you took Harry from me! You overhead me and your father talking, didn't you?"
"No." Draco said in a low tone. "Because you will never speak of it."
"Huh?" Before Hadwig could voice anymore, Draco pointed his wand at her again. Hermione was edgy and didn't know what Draco was going to do, but she was relieved when she didn't hear the killing curse come out of his mouth.
"Obliviate!"
He erased the last few minutes of the conversation.
"Yes, it looks like I won after all . . ." she repeated. Draco rolled his eyes.
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The second Harry hit the ground, he knew that he was transported to where Voldemort was. This was NOT good. This was not good AT ALL. Harry looked everywhere on the ground for the portkey, hoping to find it. The grass was rather long, and the cross was a bit small, so he knew that he wouldn't be able to find it too quickly.
"Ah, there you are, Mr. Potter." Said a drawling voice. Harry looked up from the ground slowly, and saw the sharp features of Lucius Malfoy. "We've been waiting for you."
"I bet you have." Harry said through clenched teeth.
Lucius looked around like he was lost, "Hmm, where's Miss Hadwig?"
"Or her?" Harry said, trying to sound amused. "She's been captured."
Lucius looked back down into Harry's angry eyes, "Oh? Is that so? Well, a life for a life, eh, Potter?" He pointed his wand down at Harry's face.
There was a long moment of silence as neither of them moved. Harry continued to look into Lucius' eyes, almost as if he was daring the older man to go ahead and end his life. Harry had a feeling that Voldemort had plans, and if Lucius killed him now, then those plans would be ruined.
"What are you waiting for?" Harry said in a very spooky tone. "Go ahead and kill me. Put me out of my misery."
Lucius grinned maliciously, "Oh, it won't be that easy, Potter. You'll be tortured first, and then, if Lord Voldemort pleases, he'll kill you, slowly and painfully. You will be suffering, Potter. Suffering for all you've done to my Lord."
"It'll feel better than the pain in my heart right now." Harry said, getting up to his feet. He kept his wand hidden in the sleeve of his robe.
"Oh? Did you get dumped at the dance or something?" Lucius looked delighted.
"In a way." Harry said quietly. Part of him wanted to tell Lucius just who he'd been slow dancing with, but the other part of him told him that if he ever did say anything, he'd be putting more than himself in danger. He didn't need more blood on his hands right now.
Lucius led Harry by wand point through the forest, unknowing that Harry WAS secretly armed. They followed a narrow path until they came to a stone wall with ivy growing around an obvious door.
"Wait here." Lucius instructed.
"Oh, gosh, I would never do something so stupid as run away from you while your back is turned. You're way too smart for me."
"You know what, Potter? Sarcasm is not your strong suit." Lucius smirked.
"Neither is losing." Harry growled. Lucius didn't look too fazed by this remark and he just turned around to face the stone door. He waved his wand at the door and it instantly disappeared. Harry was in awe for only a short time before he got pushed in.
"You will soon find out the meaning of losing, Potter. This defeat will be your worst and your last. Unless you convince Lord Voldemort otherwise."
Harry snorted, sure that Voldemort wouldn't really spare him even if he got down on his hands and knees and begged. Hell, he knew he'd never bow or do any such sucking up to Voldemort!
"At least I'm dressed for the occasion." Harry chuckled. He was trying his hardest to annoy Lucius Malfoy, and by the sound that Lucius was making in his throat, he must be doing a good job of it.
"Maybe I should strip you of your dress robes, then we'll see just how cocky you really are."
Harry almost choked on his spit when he heard that unintentional innuendo.
"I wasn't being a pervert!" Lucius said when finally understood why Potter was going red in the face. "It just came out wrong."
'Came out. . . ok, shut up, brain!' Harry turned even redder. "Everything must come out wrong for you, huh, Mr. Malfoy?"
Lucius pushed Harry down onto the cold stone floor onto his knees, and then pointed his wand at his forehead. "I'd watch my tongue if I were you, Potter. You're in no condition to be talking like that."
"He's right." Said a grating voice. Harry looked over cautiously around Lucius and saw a lone hooded figure. Was it. . . ?
"All I see," Said the figure, "Is darkness."
When the person got closer to them, Lucius grabbed the back of the hood and said, "That's because your hood is up, idiot."
Harry started. He didn't think that Lucius was allowed to call Voldemort names like that. It could only mean one thing.
Lucius pulled the hood down from the person's face. "Oh, thanks, Malfoy." Wormtail said, grinning stupidly.
"Next time I'll just hex you." Lucius warned.
Harry let out a long and low growl, "Pettigrew. . ."
"That's my name, don't wear it out!"
Lucius sighed, "Quit being childish, Wormtail, and get things prepared for our Lord. He wants to see Potter at his mercy when he arrives. And while you're doing that," He looked down at Harry, "I will have the pleasure of humiliating the boy."
Harry gulped hard. Did he mean what he thought he meant?
"Of course," Wormtail said, and then ran off.
"Today just isn't your day, is it, Potter?" Lucius grinned. He pointed his wand in the middle of Harry's body. A bright red light glowed from the end of Lucius' wand, and then, in an instant, Harry Potter was nude.
"Eep!" Harry's hands flew down to cover his privates and he glared dangerously up at the blond man. Unfortunately, since his clothes were gone, he had no place to hide things. Harry's wand clattered to the floor next to him, as did some other item that was in the pocket of his trousers.
Lucius bent down to pick up the wand, and the other item of possession. "Dear me, you are a slippery one, aren't you, Potter? Just how long were you planning on hiding your wand from me?" When Harry looked away, cheeks tinting pink, Lucius coughed, "I meant the wand you use magic with, little pervert!"
"Hey! I'm not the pervert here!" Harry huffed. "You're the one that made my clothes disappear!"
"Well, yes, I suppose. But like I said, I'm just trying to humiliate you." Lucius looked at the other item in his hand, "And what's this?"
"Nothing." Harry grumbled. He wanted to reach up and snatch it from Lucius' hand, but he couldn't bear taking his hands away from between his legs. He began to shake from the cold, goose bumps creeping up on his skin. "Give it here!"
Lucius looked down at the shaking naked form of Harry Potter, "No, I don't think so. Tell me what this is first."
Harry felt his cheeks burn. He wanted to warm up, but not like this. He continued to stare at the ground as he mumbled, "It's called a condom."
"A what?" Lucius demanded.
Harry blushed even harder, if that was even possible. "A condom."
"And what is a con-dum?"
"It's just. . . a rubber thing." Harry looked up and then gasped in shock. Lucius was reading the print on the package.
"For the protection you need and the pleasure you feel." He cocked an eyebrow at Harry and smirked. "Some sort of sexual thing I take it? Were you planning on getting lucky tonight, Potter?"
Harry felt his entire body flush, goose bumps quickly going away. "Maybe. But it's none of your business!"
"What is going on, Lucius?" Said a low, hissing voice. Lucius Malfoy spun around, condom still in hand, and eyed the new comer.
"My lord, I'm sorry that he's not ready for you to interrogate yet, but I found this interesting little tidbit. . ."
"Shut it, Lucius." Voldemort said. He looked down at the very nude Harry and smirked. "Well, well, well, look at this. The great Harry Potter, naked and shivering, and wand-less, kneeling before me." Voldemort laughed very hauntingly. "You look like a whore, Potter!"
Harry felt himself go warm again, but this time it was in anger.
"I found him hiding this." Lucius said, handing Voldemort Harry's wand.
"Ah, yes, thank you, Lucius." Voldemort lifted Harry's wand up to his face, "The brother to my wand. Mmhmm. . . my wand has missed you, twin." He stuck Harry's wand into his other pocket and then he took out his own.
"There's this too, my Lord. He says that it's called a condom." He placed it in Voldemort's free hand.
"Yes, I do know what a condom is, Lucius, unlike you."
"What is it exactly?" Lucius asked curiously.
"Muggles use it so they don't get diseases or get a woman pregnant. You see, it fits over the penis when it is erect. Seems as if young Potter here was planning to getting it on after the ball." Voldemort laughed.
Actually, Harry didn't think he needed a condom until he used an owl to fetch his wand. While he was at it, he asked the owl (which probably belonged to a Ravenclaw, possibly Terry's) to get the condom along with his wand, telling the bird the exact location of the two things. It was a good thing that that owl was so smart.
And yes, he was hoping that he'd get lucky tonight, after he saved Neville from Hadwig. He didn't expect this to happen, though.
Voldemort swaggered closer to Harry and looked down at him. Harry looked away, shutting his eyes. He was at eye level with the Dark Lord's . . . !
"What's wrong, Harry?" Voldemort tried to purr, but it sounded more like a cat with a cold. "Can't take the heat? I bet you're a virgin, aren't you? That is pretty sad, isn't it? Dying a virgin. Tisk, tisk, Harry." He placed his wand underneath Harry's chin and forced him to look up. "I suppose it doesn't matter to you, being so pure and innocent, does it? Never been defiled or dirtied up, or felt up for that matter." Voldemort laughed. "How does it feel to have such a pure soul, Potter?"
Harry snarled, "I don't have a pure soul. I have blood on my hands."
"Oh, do you now?" Voldemort smirked. "How would you like something else on them instead?"
Harry made a sickened face.
"Yes, I think it's a good idea. Lucius, tie him up."
Long ropes came out of Lucius' wand, tying his wrists together. Harry's eyes widened in horror, because he knew that his hands were no longer in his control, and he'd be truly naked in front of them. He closed his eyes as he felt his tied hands rising into the air and then suddenly stopping. Harry looked up and watched as the other end of the rope was being tied to a sturdy torch bracket, with the lit torch still in it. The flames above him flickered wildly, bathing his nude body in orange light.
"Very good." Harry heard Voldemort say. He wasn't sure if Voldemort was praising Lucius or if he was talking about the way Harry looked. It didn't matter anyways, he still flushed bright red. "Time to get this show started."
The closer Voldemort got, the faster Harry's heart rate became. This was not supposed to happen! He wasn't supposed to be toyed with (or tortured) by Voldemort! Harry wanted to feel a different pair of hands on his body, a different pair of lips on his, the sound of another's moan. If Voldemort touched him, he was so kicking where the sun never shined!
"Accio wand!" Harry heard a voice cry out. Harry opened his eyes just in time to watch as Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and into another's. He was thankful for the rescue, but he was dumbstruck when he saw just who had caught Voldemort's wand.
"Draco!" Harry gasped.
Draco bowed, "In the flesh!"
"How did you get here?" Both Harry and Voldemort said.
"One word. Veritaserum."
They still looked confused, but Draco didn't care.
Lucius was finally over the shock. "DRACO! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??"
"It's called revenge, father. Something you've taught me since the day I could walk. I had the pleasure of interrogating Miss Hadwig of the whereabouts and also how to get here quickly. I didn't even wait for anyone to decide what to do, and so, here I am."
Lucius glared, "You are SO grounded, young man!"
"Maybe," Draco smirked at his father.
Before he could say anymore, Harry shouted, "Draco! Voldemort still has my. . ." Voldemort already had Harry's wand out and pointed at Draco. ". . .wand." Harry sighed.
"Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson in obedience, young one. First rule, never betray me."
No time to really ogle the nudity before him, Draco raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at the ropes binding Harry. "Winguardium leviosa!"
Harry felt the ropes pull upward, taking him with them. There was a sizzling sound as he rose higher and higher. Harry looked up and saw that the ropes were burning themselves on the lit torch. He suddenly felt his body fall back down, but the impact made the rest of the burnt rope break. Harry finally realized why he had fell like that. Draco had gotten hit with some curse and was on the floor. No doubt that it was Lucius who did it, because Voldemort was moving toward him and was about to raise the wand in his hand.
On the balls of his feet, Harry sprinted forward and clotheslined Voldemort to the ground. Voldemort wasn't expecting such a physical attack, and he flipped in mid-air, dropping Harry's wand. Yes, wrestling with Dudley really did come in handy. In a heartbeat, Harry grabbed his wand from the floor and then turned to Lucius.
"Petrificus totalus!" Harry shouted. Lucius fell like a stone statue to the ground. Harry ran over to Draco's side, quickly checking him over. It looked like he was hit with a rather painful curse. It could have been the Cruciatus.
"Wormtail! Where are you when I need you??" Voldemort shouted, still on the ground in pain; he was slowly beginning to stand.
Draco was shaking hard as Harry lifted his head into his arms. Forgetting about his current nude state, Harry picked Draco up and started to haul him off toward the gape in the stone wall. When they were outside again, the stone door reappeared behind them, sealing the entrance.
Harry shook the Slytherin, "Draco? Draco, are you ok?"
"I will be once you stop shaking me." Draco said weakly.
Harry didn't know what came over him, but he wrapped his arms tightly around the blond, "Thank goodness! Oh, Draco, thank you! I never thought you would come to rescue me."
Draco felt himself blush, "Well, don't mention it, ok, Potter?"
"How can I not? Your father even knows!"
Draco looked away, abashed, "Yeah, you're right. I'm doomed."
"Not so." Harry smiled, "Dumbledore will help you. Um, speaking of which, how are we getting back?"
"Do you know where the portkey is?"
"Um, no. Otherwise I wouldn't have been captured."
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Silly, silly, Gryffindor. You have your head on when you're in the midst of battle, but not when it comes to logic. Watch." Draco stood, took out his wand, and then pointed it at the tall grass. "Accio necklace!"
A golden chain with a small cross on it came flying toward him. Draco caught the chain and then held it up triumphantly. "You see, it was only the cross that was the portkey, not the chain. You didn't need to put yourself in danger for me like that in the first place."
Harry flushed, feeling stupid. "Okay, so I was wrong. Can we go now?"
Draco ogled Harry and smiled, "Not until you get some clothes on, Potter."
Losing his nerve, Harry's hands went back between his legs. "Damn! I forgot! Um. . . Draco?"
Draco sighed, nodded his head, and then swished his wand. Harry had his clothes back on.
"Thanks. Now let's get out of here." Harry smiled.
Draco grabbed onto Harry's hand, and then tossed the necklace up into the air. They both watched as it went up and then landed easily, cross down, onto Draco's open palm. And then they were gone.
~*~
"Wormtail!!" He called again, for the tenth time.
"You called Master?"
Voldemort glared, "You're late."
"What Master?" Wormtail cocked his head.
"Crucio!"
~TBC~
Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another. This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don't read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please.
Extra notes: There's a slight OC (original character) in this, but she's only in here because I need a pawn to beat up on, and be nasty to, and I wasn't sure about who was a woman in Voldemort's circle, so I made someone up. Easier this way. ;)
Special thanks goes to my lovely beta reader Brandy, for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked. She also helped me decide on which way this story should go. I had two ideas, pertaining to Draco 'asking' Harry out to the dance, and this one won her vote. Thank you, dear!
Pairings and other stuff: see part one.
Oh and here's some extra warnings: innuendos are abound, as well as a naughty Voldie. And Wormtail's an idiot, as usual.
Just a little tidbit for you all:
Hadria means Dark
Hadwig means Refuge From Battle
Harry means Army-Power
Ronald means Powerful, Mighty
Oh and a quick reminder: this is a romance/humor story. Not supposed to have a real plot! ^_^
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Neville was so upset that he didn't even realize that someone was walking toward him. Blaise, however, was plowing through the crowd to intercept the shifty Death Eater. He wasn't sure what was on her mind now, but he knew that he needed to give Colin, and Draco, some time.
Blaise almost ran over a third year as he stepped in front of Hadwig, blocking her path. She halted with a look of confusion, and then with anger as if she understood what Blaise was trying to do.
"Excuse me, Miss? I was wondering if you'd like to. . ."
"Get out of my way, you little fruit!" Hadwig elbowed Blaise in the ribs as she walked past, and then continued to make her way toward Neville.
"Damn it all!" Blaise said under his breath, "Where's Draco when you need him?"
~*~
Colin tapped lightly on Harry's shoulder, "Um, Harry?"
"Sorry, no cuts." Colin heard Harry mutter before burying his face into Draco's chest again. The two had their eyes closed as they continued to sway to the slow music.
"Yeah, sod off. He's my dance partner." Draco said.
"But. . . Neville might be in danger." Said Colin.
"What?" Harry's head snapped up, almost hitting Draco's chin. He looked wild and wide-eyed at the Gryffindor photographer.
"Yeah. Blaise went to try to stop her after we discovered that she was on her way toward Neville."
"Who?" Draco dared to ask.
"Harriett. Ron spotted her walking toward him. . ."
"Oh, no. NO!" Harry moved and started to run, but Draco caught his wrist.
"Don't go jumping in without your head, Potter!" Malfoy sneered. "It's just like her to try using a friend of yours to get to you! Let me handle this. You go and stand by your Gryffindor friends."
"But. . . what if. . ." Harry never felt concern and helpless for Draco before. He didn't like it.
"You didn't bring your wand with you, did you?" Draco asked. Harry shook his head. "Didn't think you would. That's why I brought mine." Malfoy took out his wand, "Stay put. That's an order." He walked off toward where Colin had directed him.
Harry crossed his arms over his chest. "Who does he think he is? Someone from the Ministry?"
"What should we do?" Hermione asked, suddenly appearing next to Harry. Ron was standing right next to her. "We can't just let him go off alone like that."
"Yeah. We should do something. I mean, we've got the experience in this sort of thing, don't we?" Ron grinned lopsidedly.
"We need help." Hermione said. "Me and Ron will go look for Dean and Seamus. Colin, you go gather as many others that are against Harriett as you can. No one should have to fight a Death Eater alone, even Malfoy."
"Well, what should I do then?" Harry asked.
"Go find Dumbledore?" Ron suggested.
'Oh sure!' Harry grumbled. They got to go round up people, and he was supposed to either stay put or go get Dumbledore. Wasn't HE the bleeding boy who lived? Even though he detested this name, he still felt he needed to do something. Hell, he DID have the most experience out of everyone here! Why couldn't he do anything?
To hell with what Malfoy wanted, Harry thought. I'm going to help.
But without a wand? No. Harry looked around, hoping . . . yes, there were owls here! They were perched up on the top of some tall rafters. Why hadn't he seen them there before?
'Because you were too busy with Malfoy?' A voice in his head said.
"Sod off." Harry muttered to himself. He quickly walked over to the owls.
~**~
When a long, cold shadow casted itself over his body, Neville looked up to see the grinning face of Harriett. He had heard of her. She was the one that wanted to go out with Harry, but Malfoy stopped her from doing so. He heard from Ginny, who heard from Hermione that Harry said that she was a Death Eater.
Neville gulped a large lump in his throat.
"Hello there, Mr. Longbottom." Hadwig smiled as sweetly as she could. "Are you lonely? Would you like to dance?"
"No, I'm sorry." Neville tried his best to be brave against her. "I already have a date."
"Oh, you mean the one over there by the buffet table drinking all of the butterbeer and eating all of the little trifles? Yeah, she looks really pleased to be here with you."
Neville's gaze softened considerably. He already had red around his eyes from crying silently before, so it made his eyes look more glazed then usual. "She's just mad at me. I don't blame her, for what I said to her."
Hadwig decided to try changing the subject, thinking that it would help her score a dance. "I knew your parents. They were pretty good Aurors."
Neville stood up defensively, hands curling up into hard balls. "Don't you dare talk about my parents in public!"
"Why?" Hadwig smiled wickedly. "Don't you like to know about their heroics? Oh, they were pretty brave, up until they discovered that they were no match for the Dark . . ."
"HADWIG!" A deep voice bellowed.
She turned slowly, grin still plastered on her face. "Oh, hello there, Blondie. I was wondering when you'd show up."
Draco had his wand pointed straight at her, scowling deadly. He just noticed the teary eyes of Longbottom, who looked so pissed that if he had a wand on him, it would be out and pointed right at Hadwig's heart.
"Yes, I showed up. But I'm guessing that I'm not the person you hoped would show."
Hadria grinned. "So, you figured out what I am. That's not good." She took out her own wand. "But before I kill you, I'd like to know who you are so I can carve it on your tombstone."
Draco smirked, "Fat chance, lady. You should have left the school grounds long ago. I guess it's too late to make that decision now. Stupefy!"
Hadwig dodged the spell.
It ended up hitting Neville.
"Whoops." Draco said.
"Neville!" Ron cried, jogging up to Malfoy's side. Hermione was hot on his heels, followed by Dean, Seamus, Colin, Blaise, and a few other Gryffindors. Even Terry Boot and Justin Finch-Fletchley came to help. Luckily, not everyone followed the rule of no wands. Seamus, Dean, and Terry had theirs.
Ron had seen what happened, and he gave Draco a warning glare and said through his teeth. "Nice going, Malfoy."
"Oh shut your trap and help me."
Seamus pointed his wand at Hadwig, "Drop it, lady. We don't want any trouble."
Dean and Terry pointed their wands at the Death Eater as well.
"Yeah, drop it!" Dean said.
"But I love trouble." Hadwig grinned. "Imperio!" The spell hit Ron, who was defenseless. Because she knew that she was outnumbered, she quickly told Ron, "Tackle the blond boy on your right."
And he did.
"WEASLEY! YOU DOLT!" Draco bellowed.
Dean and Seamus both shouted, "Expelliarmus!" Hadwig side-stepped Dean's spell, but Seamus' spell hit her and her wand went flying. Ron gained control again, and then picked himself off of Malfoy.
"Just because I'm wandless doesn't mean that I've failed!" Hadwig cried. She reached into her robe and pulled out a necklace with a cross on it. Quickly she looked at her watch on her wrist and then her eyes darted wildly around the room. "Where've you hidden him, Blondie?"
"She IS after Harry!" Hermione gasped. "You were right!"
"Of course I was right!" Draco growled. He looked over at Hadwig, "It's none of your business where Potter is. For all you know, he left."
"Sorry to disappoint you," Draco heard from behind him. "But I haven't left."
Dread welled up inside of Draco as he turned to come face to face with Harry.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Potter??" Draco shouted, "GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!"
"No." Harry narrowed his eyes. "I'm not running away. Besides," He looked down at Neville, "She messed with my friend." Harry looked around him, seeing all of his friends, plus others from other houses, standing around him. "She messed with all of my friends. And. . ." He looked back at Draco, "She ruined the best damn date I've ever had."
Draco smiled, but only a little. His smile quickly faded, however. "You can't do anything without a wand, Potter."
Harry smirked, and then stuck his hand into his robes, "Oh? You mean this?" He pulled out his wand. All eleven inches of it.
"I don't even want to know how you got it."
"Good, 'cause I'm not telling you." Harry grinned. He faced Hadwig again, pointing his wand at her. Behind Hadwig, he noticed that Ginny was down on the floor next to Neville. This was getting worse. She was now in danger if he tried to do a spell.
Ron seemed to have thought the same thing, because he shouted, "Harry, wait! My sister might get hurt!"
"Idiot!" Draco shouted, "Don't let Hadwig know she's there!"
It was true that Hadwig had no idea that Ginny was behind her until Ron said something. She turned back around and saw the lithe form of Ginny Weasley, trying to pull a still stunned Neville out of the way. Hadwig grinned wickedly and held up her necklace. "If I can't have you, Potter, then your friends will do just fine. I'm sure that with them, we can persuade you to handing yourself over to the Dark Lord?" She cackled, stepping backwards.
"Not if I can help it!" Draco said. He pointed his wand at Hadwig's necklace and shouted, "Accio necklace!"
The necklace arched in the air and went straight for Draco's open hand.
"The Portkey!" Hadwig screamed.
"PORTKEY??" Harry shouted in disbelief. The necklace was inches away from Draco's hand. "Draco, no! Don't touch it!" Harry dived in front of Draco and smacked his hand away.
Unfortunately, the cross on the necklace hit Harry smack dab on the forehead, and then he disappeared.
"HARRY!!" They all shouted.
"Damn it all!!" Draco screamed. "I was going to grab the chain! I knew that it was just the cross that was the portkey! The STUPID. . . CARING. . . little. . . little. . . IDIOT!"
"Yes," Hadwig was smiling triumphantly. "Looks like I won after all."
Draco turned a very deadly glare on her. "BITCH! YOU'LL PAY!" He pointed his wand at her, "CRUC. . ."
"WAIT!" Hermione grabbed Draco's arm and forced him to bring it down. "You can't! That's an illegal curse!"
"SHE did an illegal curse!" Draco glared daggers at Hadwig, who was starting to look very nervous and frightened.
"Yes, Draco, but she is also a very bad Death Eater and she'll be going to Azkaban anyways, but as for you. . . you need to be around to help us get Harry back."
"No chance in that happening, girly." Hadwig said with a slightly smug look on her face. "The only other way back is with the portkey, and I doubt that he'll be able to use it." Her smile faded when something finally hit her, "And did you just call him Draco?"
"No," Draco butted in before Hermione could answer. "She said. . . Draphon."
Ron smacked a hand to his forehead.
"No, no, I clearly heard her say Draco." Hadwig's smile became more wicked. "You're Lucius' son, aren't you?"
"No, I'm not!" Draco looked over at Harry's friends and said, "Right? I'm not related to Lucius, am I?"
"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" said Ron.
"Ha! I knew it!" Hadwig grinned. "So that's how you knew about me and why you took Harry from me! You overhead me and your father talking, didn't you?"
"No." Draco said in a low tone. "Because you will never speak of it."
"Huh?" Before Hadwig could voice anymore, Draco pointed his wand at her again. Hermione was edgy and didn't know what Draco was going to do, but she was relieved when she didn't hear the killing curse come out of his mouth.
"Obliviate!"
He erased the last few minutes of the conversation.
"Yes, it looks like I won after all . . ." she repeated. Draco rolled his eyes.
~**~
The second Harry hit the ground, he knew that he was transported to where Voldemort was. This was NOT good. This was not good AT ALL. Harry looked everywhere on the ground for the portkey, hoping to find it. The grass was rather long, and the cross was a bit small, so he knew that he wouldn't be able to find it too quickly.
"Ah, there you are, Mr. Potter." Said a drawling voice. Harry looked up from the ground slowly, and saw the sharp features of Lucius Malfoy. "We've been waiting for you."
"I bet you have." Harry said through clenched teeth.
Lucius looked around like he was lost, "Hmm, where's Miss Hadwig?"
"Or her?" Harry said, trying to sound amused. "She's been captured."
Lucius looked back down into Harry's angry eyes, "Oh? Is that so? Well, a life for a life, eh, Potter?" He pointed his wand down at Harry's face.
There was a long moment of silence as neither of them moved. Harry continued to look into Lucius' eyes, almost as if he was daring the older man to go ahead and end his life. Harry had a feeling that Voldemort had plans, and if Lucius killed him now, then those plans would be ruined.
"What are you waiting for?" Harry said in a very spooky tone. "Go ahead and kill me. Put me out of my misery."
Lucius grinned maliciously, "Oh, it won't be that easy, Potter. You'll be tortured first, and then, if Lord Voldemort pleases, he'll kill you, slowly and painfully. You will be suffering, Potter. Suffering for all you've done to my Lord."
"It'll feel better than the pain in my heart right now." Harry said, getting up to his feet. He kept his wand hidden in the sleeve of his robe.
"Oh? Did you get dumped at the dance or something?" Lucius looked delighted.
"In a way." Harry said quietly. Part of him wanted to tell Lucius just who he'd been slow dancing with, but the other part of him told him that if he ever did say anything, he'd be putting more than himself in danger. He didn't need more blood on his hands right now.
Lucius led Harry by wand point through the forest, unknowing that Harry WAS secretly armed. They followed a narrow path until they came to a stone wall with ivy growing around an obvious door.
"Wait here." Lucius instructed.
"Oh, gosh, I would never do something so stupid as run away from you while your back is turned. You're way too smart for me."
"You know what, Potter? Sarcasm is not your strong suit." Lucius smirked.
"Neither is losing." Harry growled. Lucius didn't look too fazed by this remark and he just turned around to face the stone door. He waved his wand at the door and it instantly disappeared. Harry was in awe for only a short time before he got pushed in.
"You will soon find out the meaning of losing, Potter. This defeat will be your worst and your last. Unless you convince Lord Voldemort otherwise."
Harry snorted, sure that Voldemort wouldn't really spare him even if he got down on his hands and knees and begged. Hell, he knew he'd never bow or do any such sucking up to Voldemort!
"At least I'm dressed for the occasion." Harry chuckled. He was trying his hardest to annoy Lucius Malfoy, and by the sound that Lucius was making in his throat, he must be doing a good job of it.
"Maybe I should strip you of your dress robes, then we'll see just how cocky you really are."
Harry almost choked on his spit when he heard that unintentional innuendo.
"I wasn't being a pervert!" Lucius said when finally understood why Potter was going red in the face. "It just came out wrong."
'Came out. . . ok, shut up, brain!' Harry turned even redder. "Everything must come out wrong for you, huh, Mr. Malfoy?"
Lucius pushed Harry down onto the cold stone floor onto his knees, and then pointed his wand at his forehead. "I'd watch my tongue if I were you, Potter. You're in no condition to be talking like that."
"He's right." Said a grating voice. Harry looked over cautiously around Lucius and saw a lone hooded figure. Was it. . . ?
"All I see," Said the figure, "Is darkness."
When the person got closer to them, Lucius grabbed the back of the hood and said, "That's because your hood is up, idiot."
Harry started. He didn't think that Lucius was allowed to call Voldemort names like that. It could only mean one thing.
Lucius pulled the hood down from the person's face. "Oh, thanks, Malfoy." Wormtail said, grinning stupidly.
"Next time I'll just hex you." Lucius warned.
Harry let out a long and low growl, "Pettigrew. . ."
"That's my name, don't wear it out!"
Lucius sighed, "Quit being childish, Wormtail, and get things prepared for our Lord. He wants to see Potter at his mercy when he arrives. And while you're doing that," He looked down at Harry, "I will have the pleasure of humiliating the boy."
Harry gulped hard. Did he mean what he thought he meant?
"Of course," Wormtail said, and then ran off.
"Today just isn't your day, is it, Potter?" Lucius grinned. He pointed his wand in the middle of Harry's body. A bright red light glowed from the end of Lucius' wand, and then, in an instant, Harry Potter was nude.
"Eep!" Harry's hands flew down to cover his privates and he glared dangerously up at the blond man. Unfortunately, since his clothes were gone, he had no place to hide things. Harry's wand clattered to the floor next to him, as did some other item that was in the pocket of his trousers.
Lucius bent down to pick up the wand, and the other item of possession. "Dear me, you are a slippery one, aren't you, Potter? Just how long were you planning on hiding your wand from me?" When Harry looked away, cheeks tinting pink, Lucius coughed, "I meant the wand you use magic with, little pervert!"
"Hey! I'm not the pervert here!" Harry huffed. "You're the one that made my clothes disappear!"
"Well, yes, I suppose. But like I said, I'm just trying to humiliate you." Lucius looked at the other item in his hand, "And what's this?"
"Nothing." Harry grumbled. He wanted to reach up and snatch it from Lucius' hand, but he couldn't bear taking his hands away from between his legs. He began to shake from the cold, goose bumps creeping up on his skin. "Give it here!"
Lucius looked down at the shaking naked form of Harry Potter, "No, I don't think so. Tell me what this is first."
Harry felt his cheeks burn. He wanted to warm up, but not like this. He continued to stare at the ground as he mumbled, "It's called a condom."
"A what?" Lucius demanded.
Harry blushed even harder, if that was even possible. "A condom."
"And what is a con-dum?"
"It's just. . . a rubber thing." Harry looked up and then gasped in shock. Lucius was reading the print on the package.
"For the protection you need and the pleasure you feel." He cocked an eyebrow at Harry and smirked. "Some sort of sexual thing I take it? Were you planning on getting lucky tonight, Potter?"
Harry felt his entire body flush, goose bumps quickly going away. "Maybe. But it's none of your business!"
"What is going on, Lucius?" Said a low, hissing voice. Lucius Malfoy spun around, condom still in hand, and eyed the new comer.
"My lord, I'm sorry that he's not ready for you to interrogate yet, but I found this interesting little tidbit. . ."
"Shut it, Lucius." Voldemort said. He looked down at the very nude Harry and smirked. "Well, well, well, look at this. The great Harry Potter, naked and shivering, and wand-less, kneeling before me." Voldemort laughed very hauntingly. "You look like a whore, Potter!"
Harry felt himself go warm again, but this time it was in anger.
"I found him hiding this." Lucius said, handing Voldemort Harry's wand.
"Ah, yes, thank you, Lucius." Voldemort lifted Harry's wand up to his face, "The brother to my wand. Mmhmm. . . my wand has missed you, twin." He stuck Harry's wand into his other pocket and then he took out his own.
"There's this too, my Lord. He says that it's called a condom." He placed it in Voldemort's free hand.
"Yes, I do know what a condom is, Lucius, unlike you."
"What is it exactly?" Lucius asked curiously.
"Muggles use it so they don't get diseases or get a woman pregnant. You see, it fits over the penis when it is erect. Seems as if young Potter here was planning to getting it on after the ball." Voldemort laughed.
Actually, Harry didn't think he needed a condom until he used an owl to fetch his wand. While he was at it, he asked the owl (which probably belonged to a Ravenclaw, possibly Terry's) to get the condom along with his wand, telling the bird the exact location of the two things. It was a good thing that that owl was so smart.
And yes, he was hoping that he'd get lucky tonight, after he saved Neville from Hadwig. He didn't expect this to happen, though.
Voldemort swaggered closer to Harry and looked down at him. Harry looked away, shutting his eyes. He was at eye level with the Dark Lord's . . . !
"What's wrong, Harry?" Voldemort tried to purr, but it sounded more like a cat with a cold. "Can't take the heat? I bet you're a virgin, aren't you? That is pretty sad, isn't it? Dying a virgin. Tisk, tisk, Harry." He placed his wand underneath Harry's chin and forced him to look up. "I suppose it doesn't matter to you, being so pure and innocent, does it? Never been defiled or dirtied up, or felt up for that matter." Voldemort laughed. "How does it feel to have such a pure soul, Potter?"
Harry snarled, "I don't have a pure soul. I have blood on my hands."
"Oh, do you now?" Voldemort smirked. "How would you like something else on them instead?"
Harry made a sickened face.
"Yes, I think it's a good idea. Lucius, tie him up."
Long ropes came out of Lucius' wand, tying his wrists together. Harry's eyes widened in horror, because he knew that his hands were no longer in his control, and he'd be truly naked in front of them. He closed his eyes as he felt his tied hands rising into the air and then suddenly stopping. Harry looked up and watched as the other end of the rope was being tied to a sturdy torch bracket, with the lit torch still in it. The flames above him flickered wildly, bathing his nude body in orange light.
"Very good." Harry heard Voldemort say. He wasn't sure if Voldemort was praising Lucius or if he was talking about the way Harry looked. It didn't matter anyways, he still flushed bright red. "Time to get this show started."
The closer Voldemort got, the faster Harry's heart rate became. This was not supposed to happen! He wasn't supposed to be toyed with (or tortured) by Voldemort! Harry wanted to feel a different pair of hands on his body, a different pair of lips on his, the sound of another's moan. If Voldemort touched him, he was so kicking where the sun never shined!
"Accio wand!" Harry heard a voice cry out. Harry opened his eyes just in time to watch as Voldemort's wand flew out of his hand and into another's. He was thankful for the rescue, but he was dumbstruck when he saw just who had caught Voldemort's wand.
"Draco!" Harry gasped.
Draco bowed, "In the flesh!"
"How did you get here?" Both Harry and Voldemort said.
"One word. Veritaserum."
They still looked confused, but Draco didn't care.
Lucius was finally over the shock. "DRACO! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING??"
"It's called revenge, father. Something you've taught me since the day I could walk. I had the pleasure of interrogating Miss Hadwig of the whereabouts and also how to get here quickly. I didn't even wait for anyone to decide what to do, and so, here I am."
Lucius glared, "You are SO grounded, young man!"
"Maybe," Draco smirked at his father.
Before he could say anymore, Harry shouted, "Draco! Voldemort still has my. . ." Voldemort already had Harry's wand out and pointed at Draco. ". . .wand." Harry sighed.
"Looks like I'm going to have to teach you a lesson in obedience, young one. First rule, never betray me."
No time to really ogle the nudity before him, Draco raised the wand in his hand and pointed it at the ropes binding Harry. "Winguardium leviosa!"
Harry felt the ropes pull upward, taking him with them. There was a sizzling sound as he rose higher and higher. Harry looked up and saw that the ropes were burning themselves on the lit torch. He suddenly felt his body fall back down, but the impact made the rest of the burnt rope break. Harry finally realized why he had fell like that. Draco had gotten hit with some curse and was on the floor. No doubt that it was Lucius who did it, because Voldemort was moving toward him and was about to raise the wand in his hand.
On the balls of his feet, Harry sprinted forward and clotheslined Voldemort to the ground. Voldemort wasn't expecting such a physical attack, and he flipped in mid-air, dropping Harry's wand. Yes, wrestling with Dudley really did come in handy. In a heartbeat, Harry grabbed his wand from the floor and then turned to Lucius.
"Petrificus totalus!" Harry shouted. Lucius fell like a stone statue to the ground. Harry ran over to Draco's side, quickly checking him over. It looked like he was hit with a rather painful curse. It could have been the Cruciatus.
"Wormtail! Where are you when I need you??" Voldemort shouted, still on the ground in pain; he was slowly beginning to stand.
Draco was shaking hard as Harry lifted his head into his arms. Forgetting about his current nude state, Harry picked Draco up and started to haul him off toward the gape in the stone wall. When they were outside again, the stone door reappeared behind them, sealing the entrance.
Harry shook the Slytherin, "Draco? Draco, are you ok?"
"I will be once you stop shaking me." Draco said weakly.
Harry didn't know what came over him, but he wrapped his arms tightly around the blond, "Thank goodness! Oh, Draco, thank you! I never thought you would come to rescue me."
Draco felt himself blush, "Well, don't mention it, ok, Potter?"
"How can I not? Your father even knows!"
Draco looked away, abashed, "Yeah, you're right. I'm doomed."
"Not so." Harry smiled, "Dumbledore will help you. Um, speaking of which, how are we getting back?"
"Do you know where the portkey is?"
"Um, no. Otherwise I wouldn't have been captured."
Draco sighed and shook his head. "Silly, silly, Gryffindor. You have your head on when you're in the midst of battle, but not when it comes to logic. Watch." Draco stood, took out his wand, and then pointed it at the tall grass. "Accio necklace!"
A golden chain with a small cross on it came flying toward him. Draco caught the chain and then held it up triumphantly. "You see, it was only the cross that was the portkey, not the chain. You didn't need to put yourself in danger for me like that in the first place."
Harry flushed, feeling stupid. "Okay, so I was wrong. Can we go now?"
Draco ogled Harry and smiled, "Not until you get some clothes on, Potter."
Losing his nerve, Harry's hands went back between his legs. "Damn! I forgot! Um. . . Draco?"
Draco sighed, nodded his head, and then swished his wand. Harry had his clothes back on.
"Thanks. Now let's get out of here." Harry smiled.
Draco grabbed onto Harry's hand, and then tossed the necklace up into the air. They both watched as it went up and then landed easily, cross down, onto Draco's open palm. And then they were gone.
~*~
"Wormtail!!" He called again, for the tenth time.
"You called Master?"
Voldemort glared, "You're late."
"What Master?" Wormtail cocked his head.
"Crucio!"
~TBC~