Disclaimer: I do NOT own Harry Potter... Unfortunately.
You're Not Allowed To Leave Me
"Lucius, if you do not stop pacing around, I will hex you into oblivion," hissed a very irritated Dark Lord. "I believe Draconis is following the plan... If we judged that old fool right, he would not have killed your son or the assassin."
Lucius Malfoy stopped his uncharacteristic pacing and dropped his head in defeat. "If one single hair on my son's head is out of place, I'll kill that old bloody bastard myself..."
"Unless your dear wife reaches him first." Lucius rolled his eyes at the mention of Narcissa Malfoy.
"She may be the woman that I married," Lucius said with a very large bit of annoyance in his aristocratic tone, "but she will take no part in the torture of anyone who harms my son," he said adding emphasis to the word 'my.'
"Lucius, tell me this," the Dark Lord said with the slightest bit of amusement in his cold voice, "Why is it that I have been trusting your family to complete all of my tasks when you are so tempermental? How can you be efficent assassins if you lose your temper at such trivial matters?"
"What are you talking about?" Lucius snapped. "I am not tempermental!"
"Here you go," the Dark Lord said as he raised a ghostly pale finger to point at the blonde. "You are yelling at Tom Marvolo Riddle. I am Lord Voldemort... The Dark Lord, and yet you raise your voice. Do you wish to deny your temper now?"
"I am sorry, my Lord," Lucius said with a bow of his head. "I have every bit of confidence in my son and his assassin... Forgive me for worrying about the life or death of my only heir."
"Your sarcasm knows no bounds," Voldemort said as he turned his head to a small side table next to the couch he sat on. He picked up a small, moving family portrait set up there. "I must say that your mate has rubbed off on you, I can barely tell when you are sarcastic and when you are honest... Such lowly idiosyncrasies are unbecoming for a Malfoy."
"Do not insult my mate," Lucius growled as he took the picture away. He smiled down at the picture and waved at the smiling image of a baby Draco and the brunette holding him.
"As soon as your son completes this mission," Voldemort said as his eyes took on a murderous red gleam, "he will be unbeatable."
Lucius placed the picture back on the table and smiled, wondering what kind of progress his son was making...
Draco was very pleased with the progress he had made with the black-haired angel. His kisses were sweeter than the chocolate-chip waffles, and tasted better as well. Harry's slender legs were wrapped around his waist and he reveled in the intimate feeling. They had since moved from the kitchen to an elegant living room with large, leather couches. Harry had blushed when Draco lifted him from the counter and carried him as if he weighed nothing, and Draco had loved the feel of Harry's heated skin pressed against him, seeping through the bandages covering his chest. He could practically feel his wounds disappearing at the soothing contact. He had never felt so... amazing with anything or anyone, yet the angel beneath him made him feel that and so much more. Every inch of his body burned with desire and his lips tingled with the taste of the smaller teen. He nearly lost it when those soft hands began to explore his bandaged chest.
"Draco," Harry panted when he pulled his mouth away. Draco's head automatically leaned forward to reconnect their lips and Harry chuckled. He did, however, evade Draco's lips and blushed. "We should proabably stop now," he said without making eye contact.
Draco smiled despite himself and made to comment that neither he nor Harry actually wanted to stop, but someone began yelling before he had the chance.
"That would probably be a pretty bloody fucking brilliant plan!"
Harry paled at the enraged voice and quickly unwrapped his legs from around Draco's waist and pushed him away as hard as he could without damaging the blonde further. "U-uncle Vernon! What are-... I'm... I'm-" but the overweight man would not listen. He simply held up a hand and successfully sent a glare filled with so much disgust that Harry's eyes began to water with unshed tears.
"I do not want to hear anything you have to say!" Vernon yelled loudly. Harry closed his eyes and willed his tears not to fall while in front of his uncle. He did not deserve the satisfaction of knowing how much his words hurt his nephew. Harry would not show any weaknesses in front of him.
"Fine," Harry said as he stood. As calmly as he could he retreated from the room, careful not to anger his uncle further.
Draco was seeing red. Let me out! Draconis seethed. Let me out, goddammit! And I'll teach that human a thing or two about anger.
And for once, Draco did not argue with the assassin inside of him. The snake and skull on his forearm began to burn as he willed his inner beast out, and this time the burn was almost pleasurable...
"Hello, human," Draconis spat as he approached the whale of a man who was now too frightened to move. "Do you realize how much damage you just did? How much pain you inflicted with your ignorantly angry words?" He then grabbed the front of Vernon's suit and proceeded to lift him an entire foot off the ground with a strength no human could ever possibly posess. Vernon must have weighed at least 300 pounds! "How much pain I am going to inflict on you?"
"W-what are you?" Vernon asked as he tried to pull Draconis's hands off of him. The look in his dark grey eyes was terrifying. How was this child able to lift him so easily?
"I am the worst kind of person to anger," Draconis sneered. "I am the nightmare you Muggles fear. I am a Slytherin... And I do not like the way you treat angels such as Harry. Beauty such as his should not be shunned, and I will teach you a lesson you will never forget."
"Draco?" Harry called. "Are.. Are you coming? I need t-to check your... injuries." Draconis could hear the sadness consuming Harry's voice, the tears he wanted to cry.
"I will be seeing you again," Draconis said as he dropped Vernon with a growl. He then bowed his head, closed his eyes, and inhaled deeply. When he opened his eyes again, they were back to their original silver color.
Vernon remained on the floor even after Draco had left the room...
"Mother, why is father so upset with Harry?" Dudley asked as the pair were on their way to the doctor's office. They had been driving for two hours now and Dudley could finally take the silence no longer.
"Your father is... Well, he's just..." Petunia could not find the right words to express her husband's idiotic temper and displeasure.
"Old fashioned?" Dudley supplied with a cough.
"Precisely!" Petunia laughed.
"Do you think he cares that he's hurting Harry's feelings?" Dudley asked next.
"Of course he does, sweetie. Your father just can't handle change very well. He'll get over it... And Harry knows he isn't to blame for Vernon's idiocy," Petunia laughed.
"I suppose you're right, mum," Dudley sighed just a coughing fit hit him. When it finally ended he said, "Father better come to his senses soon."
"I'm afraid we'll lose Harry forever if he doesn't," Petunia sighed in agreement. "Harry's very strong, just like Lilly was, but..." She patted Dudley's arm softly. "We're the only family he's got left, aren't we? Vernon is being a right old git about things!"
"Mum, did you just call dad a 'git'?" Dudley asked with a weak laugh. He did not want to upset his throat and have another coughing fit. Petunia nodded and burst out laughing. Dudley smiled. He loved to see his mother smile genuinely. Ever since his father had been spending more and more time away from home (Harry), Dudley could tell his mother was slowly growing more and more depressed. Vernon Dursley, however, was not known to put others before himself, and in fact, he was the most selfish businessman in Surrey. He had no way of seeing how upset his alienation was making the entire house.
A thought struck Dudley... "Are you sure it was okay to leave Harry with that stranger?"
"Oh, I'm quite sure," Petunia smiled. "And he was rather handsome, if I may add."
Dudley turned questioning blue eyes onto his mother. "Did you leave Harry alone on purpose?"
"And if I did?" Petunia laughed. "Its about time Harry was able to find someone... How often do attractive teenagers in need of medical attention fall into our backyard?"
Dudley laughed, "It is a rare occurence indeed."
"Yes, well, I just hope that poor boy is okay," Petunia said next. Her mother senses were beginning to kick in full swing. "There was so much blood last night, and he was out in the rain as well! Poor dear..."
Dudley smiled over at his mother. His chest began to burn with an upcoming cough so he had not wanted to risk laughing. "If Father would let you, you'd turn the house into an orphanage, wouldn't you?"
"Probably," Petunia chuckled. "I'm a woman who loves children, what can I say? And they wouldn't be orphans at my house."
"Father would have a heart attack if you tried to adopt that many kids!" Dudley weakly exclaimed as he began coughing.
"Well, if your father doesn't come to terms with Harry being different, he'll need to start worrying about keeping his own place at home. I'd gladly give his study to a child in need and get a smaller bed for myself," Petunia said matter-of-factly.
Dudley could tell his mother was not joking...