Draco felt warm and comfortable. He didn't want to open his eyes, didn't want to have to get up to start the long journey to the manor. No, he just wanted to slip further into the warmth that encompassed his tiny body. The warmth traveled up his chest, past his shoulders, then his neck, then his chin. But the moment the warmth reached his face, he suddenly found he couldn't breathe. He started freaking out and sat up, spluttering as he wiped water out of his eyes.

When he was able to see and breathe again, Draco looked down to find that he was in a bathtub. A bathtub? How in the world did he get in there? The water was deep, leaving the water to nearly come up his mid drift. Inhaling, Draco let out a sigh of approval: the scent of jasmine filled the bathtub in the form of fuchsia bubbles. Jasmine was always a calming scent to Draco, it was no wonder he was so comfortable in the incredibly warm bath.

"Grapes, my lord?"

Draco looked up to find Hermione Granger standing on the side of the bathtub, holding a plateful of grapes. Although he knew it was Granger, she looked completely different then last couple of times he's encountered her – in both dreams and in person. She was wearing what could only be described as an ancient Roman white Toga, complete with a thorny wreath in her hair. Her hair, while usually an unruly pigsty, was tamed and in ringlets that fell over her somewhat naked shoulders. Draco hated to admit it, but she actually look...good.

"Grapes?" Granger repeated once more, never loosing that adoring smile she had for him.

"Er, sure!" Draco said, shrugging. How was he going to turn down free grapes? Especially when he got to be fed like a king? He titled his head back as Granger took a vine with several grapes on it and lower them down to his mouth. "Mmmm," Draco mumbled as he started chewy the especially juicy grape.

"Is the grape to my lord's liking?" Granger asked, as she lowered another grape down to Draco's mouth, who just nodded as he ate. "Good. Ah, and it looks as though your washers are here."

Draco looked passed Granger. There were two other servants heading towards him, carrying loofas and different variations of soap. The two girls were also wearing Togas and wreaths on their heads. Granger stepped out of the way as one kneeled where she was standing while the other girl went on the other side of Draco. He watched as the one on the right of him took the soap and started pouring it on the loofa, making it foamy. This, too, smelled like jasmine. Turning to the left of him, the other girl was doing the same thing, mimicking the same movements.

"Are you ready, my lord?" They both said in unison. Draco gave a ready smile, and the girls started washing him.

The girl to the right of him started washing his chest. Draco watched the girl, observing her. She had sun-bleached blonde hair that was cut in a pixie-style hair-cut. Her eyes were startling blue in color. Draco watched as her hands started at the base of his chest, around his neck. She was most gentle as she started rubbing his hair with the loofa in tiny circles, first across, and then down – down his stomach, down happy trail, and only stopping just above his base of his manhood.

While the blonde-haired girl was working the upper half of his body, the girl to his left was working the lower half. This girl was tanned, with long, flowing straight black hair that disappeared well passed her shoulders. Draco couldn't see how long it was, for she was bending over the tub, washing him. Her eyes were the color of honey. She, too, washed him with such care; it was as though he was a newborn infant that needed tender love. She started at the base of his ankles, also scrubbing in circles. She slowly made her way up one leg and then the other. She even cleaned his inner thighs, making sure not to touch his manhood. Draco didn't understand why – he would have been completely fine with it.

"Would my lord like me to wash his back?" The blonde-haired girl asked, hovering over the tub with an all-to-eager look.

"But of course," Draco said smugly, sitting up and scooting forward so she could reach. He watched as she applied more soap and reached behind him – the loofa felt especially amazing on his back. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of total bliss.

This was it. This was what it truly felt like to be on top and in charge; he was finally getting the treatment he deserved. He was warm, he was getting cleaned, he had sexy females bathing him – the only thing that would make this particular moment even better was more grapes in his rumbling stomach.

"Granger," Draco said, snapping his fingers. "Grape me." Draco watched as Granger hurried over with the bowl of grapes, picked off another vine, and lowered it down to Draco's opened mouth. "Mmmm-mm!" Draco smacked his lips in satisfaction once more.

"I'm glad you're enjoying them, my lord," Granger said, picking off another vine from the mess of grapes. But just before she could lower them to his mouth, Draco held up his hand to stop her.

"You know what I would enjoy even more?" Draco asked, watching the confusion dance on her face.

"My lord?"

"Some great classical music. Make it happen." Draco said, facing forward once more and closing his eyes as the girls continued washing him.

"As you wish my lord." Granger said, and Draco heard her walk off.

The next moment, the sounds of beautiful piano music filled the air, making Draco smile with pleasure. As the beautiful notes hit his ears, the blonde-haired girl continued to rub the loofa up and down his back in an almost massaging kind of way. It was very soothing – in fact, it was so soothing, Draco could feel himself starting to nod off again. He started closing his eyes, letting his senses take him away – when all of a sudden, the music turned from a beautiful, complicated piano piece, to something that sounded like nails on a chalkboard. Draco's eyes flew open his hands flew up to his ears, trying to block the awful sound.

"What the hell, Granger? I didn't instruct you to play chamber music!" Draco yelled in anger, looking up – and nearly jumped out of the water at the sight that met his eyes.

The black-haired girl's image changed completely. Her eyes, once a beautiful honey, were now completely black, not showing even a speck of white. Her jaw had become oblong and wide, showing off razor sharp teeth.

"What the hell," Draco said under his breathe, not sure what it was he was looking at. He watched as she gave what he thought was a smile and lifted her hands up – each finger was extra-long, with long pointed fingernails. She slowly reached up each one of Draco's legs, her gaze never leaving Draco.

"What are you doing? Stop!" Draco yelled, terrified at what she was about to do. But that only made the girl laugh – the sound was utterly inhuman, causing a shiver to run throughout Draco's body. Without hesitation, she dug her razor-sharp nails into his thighs, causing him to let out a shriek of pain.

"Ahhhh! Get off me, you crazy bitch!" Draco cried out. "Do something!" Draco commanded, looking behind him, towards the other girl. But he was only met with the same horrific demon as the one in front of him. He watched as she, too, lifted her hands filled with razor-sharp fingernails and plunged them into his back. Draco let out another piercing shriek, tears from the pain running down his face.

"Granger!" Draco yelled, turning to find Granger watching the entire scene. She was the only one still in her natural form. "Granger, get them off! That's an order!"

Granger nodded her head and slowly made her way over to him. Draco turned back to the girl in front of him and tried to kick her off of him, but she only dug deeper into his skin, twisting her nails. Draco screwed up his face in pain. He watched in horror as a third arm protruded out if the girl's side, grabbing the loofa that was dropped.

"You've been a very dirty boy," she said in that inhuman voice of hers. She started attacking his skin, rubbing the loofa against it so hard; Draco could literally feel his skin being ripped from his body.

"Stop! STOP!" Draco cried, trying to fight the demon off. The more he struggled, the deeper the nails in his back dug in, also twisting. Draco whipped his head around, looking for Granger. "Hurry the fuck up!"

When Granger finally made it to the bathtub, the water was already dyed red with Draco's blood – pieces of his skin were floating on top of the water. Draco felt he was going to pass out from the sight of this alongside the pain.

"Grape?" Granger said, holding up the bowl of grapes once more.

"I don't want a fucking grape! Get them off!" Draco cried desperately, trying to throw the demons off. But Granger was still holding the grapes, giving him that smile that never seemed to leave her face.

"Everything's better with grapes," she said, picking up a single grape and staring at it, as though it were the most interesting thing in the world. Then she did something odd; she put it up to her lips, gave it a soft kiss, and then lowered it down to Draco's, who shut his mouth tightly, shaking his head rigorously. "Eat it." She said sternly, no longer smiling. And when Draco refused to, she forced his lips open and shoved it into his mouth.

"I fucking said no!" Draco yelled, spitting out the grape. But before he could block his mouth, Granger was shoving more grapes into his mouth and down his throat. "Afikrvrkjrb!" Draco choked. He started flailing his arms in great panic as grapes became lodged deeper and deeper into his throat. He tried to get a breath in, but it was no use. He felt himself becoming lightheaded...everything was going black...the pain was starting to recede...

"AHHHHH!" Draco shot straight up, his chest heaving painfully.

"Draco? Are you ok?"

Draco looked to his right to find Colin sitting next to him, holding his hand. Draco blinked several times, feeling highly disoriented. He looked around the tent; there was a slight orange glow reflecting around them – day was just starting.

"Babe?" Colin said, giving Draco's hand a comforting squeeze. Draco looked back at him. His heart rate slowed a bit as he was able to catch his breath. A dream. It was just a dream.

"I'm fine," Draco said, his voice a little hoarse. He rubbed his eyes, trying to rid the memory of the dream from them.

"Are you sure?" Colin asked.

"Yes, Col," Draco said, not wanting to make a big deal of this. But at the same time, he was extremely grateful Colin was there. He squeezed Colin's hand back. Looking up, he saw Colin smiling at him. Still a little shaken from the dream, Draco gave a half smile. Colin leaned forward and gave Draco a hug. Draco wrapped his arms around him as well, pulling him tightly. It was a wonderful feeling, holding someone warm, someone who wasn't going hurt him in anyway, someone who loved him. He buried his face into Colin's shoulder, breathing in his natural scent.

"Feeling more rested?" Colin asked, resting his head on top of Draco's shoulder as he nodded. "Good. Because you've been sleeping for two days."

"What?!" Draco asked in confusion, looking up at Colin. Two days? How was that possible? Colin wasn't startled by Draco's response in the slightest.

"Yep. I didn't have the heart to wake you – plus I don't think I could even if I tried. You were in such a deep sleep, you didn't even flinch at the sounds of the monstrous thunderstorm we had last night." Colin said, watching Draco closely.

Draco sniffed the air; indeed, it smelled of a damp forest. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. Looking around the tent, Draco noticed how empty it seemed to be – as though something was missing. And then it hit him.

"Colin – where's the body?" Draco asked, continuing to look this way and that.

"Oh, I moved it." Colin said causally. Draco whipped his head around so fast that his neck cracked.

"Moved it? By yourself? I mean, where?" Draco asked, rubbing his neck, which he realized was really sore from lack of use.

"Course I did. I figured there was only so much I could do here, so I decided to be useful for once – "

"You're always useful, Col," Draco said resentfully. Colin gave him an appreciative smile.

"Anyway, I figured I would at least get that out of the way so that as soon as you woke up, we could head off." Colin said, shrugging his shoulders.

"You are amazing Col, I don't think I say that enough to you." Draco said as he stood up and stretched, cracking his back, shoulders, elbows, and ankles – everything that wasn't used in the last few days.

"I learned from the best," Colin said, standing up as well.

"No you didn't," Draco mumbled under his breath. But Colin didn't hear him, for he was setting up a tea kettle on the small tent stove.

"I figured we could have a quick pick-me-up before we set off." Colin said, prodding the stove with the wand he took from the Death Eater.

"I'm going to go for a walk, I think. Stretch my legs," Draco said, heading out of the tent flaps.

It was a rather nice day out – it was warm with a slight touch of frost to the wind. Looking around, nothing had changed in his two days of unconsciousness. But then again, did Draco really expect anything to be different? It was so surreal, being back in his own mindset and not having the nightmares of others striking him down. Draco closed his eyes and took in a deep breath; the fresh air helped to clear his mind.

Opening his eyes once more, Draco walked forward, away from the tent. They did it. He couldn't believe that they actually did it: He was now immortal. The thought was strange to him, and he stopped just before he got to the steep slope that led to the river. Draco stared out at the water: It was dark, for the sun hadn't completely risen yet. It seemed forever ago he and Colin had delved in there an obtained the treasure, which now held a piece of his soul. Draco looked down at his hands, his sock-less feet, his naked chest – he didn't look any different. Well, he was slightly grayer in the skin, but it wasn't too much of a difference. He didn't feel any different either. Well...

Draco closed his eyes yet again and listened to his body. He could feel his heart thump-thumping against his ribcage. If he concentrated really hard, he could hear and almost feel the blood rushing throughout his body. Taking an extra deep, slow breath, he could almost feel his lungs expand as they filled with the forest air. Everything seemed to be functioning just fine.

But when Draco opened his eyes, he knew there was something wrong. There was something missing – something important. But he couldn't think of it. Couldn't be too important than, if I can't think of it thought Draco. But as Draco continued to stare out at the river, he couldn't help but feel empty inside. It was sort of uncomfortable.

"Draco?"

Draco turned around to find Colin with his head sticking out of the tent, looking for him. "Coming," Draco said, heading back. Whatever this feeling was, he knew it would subside. He just hoped it was soon. He headed inside the tent after Colin, looking forward to some hot tea.

"Is that everything, babe?" Colin asked as he packed the last bit of tent up as Draco placed the boat on the ground. Now that Draco was fully rested and they didn't have to worry about the body, they were ready to head back to the manor. They had packed everything silently, both of their nerves rising.

"Yep," Draco said, hopping into the boat. Colin tossed the bagged tent into the boat and hopped in with his own bag draped over his shoulder. "Ready?" Draco asked, reaching out to take hold of Colin's hands. Colin nodded and held on. He closed his eyes, not liking the apparating feeling.

When Colin was able to breathe again, he opened his eyes to find them in the backyard of Malfoy Manor, where the carriage house was located. Without saying a word to each other, they got out of the boat and slowly placed them back on the rack with the other ones. Or where the others should have been, for the rack was nearly empty.

"Do you think the others are still in the forest?" Colin asked, turning to look at Draco. "I mean, I didn't see any other Death Eaters when you were resting."

"They must be. They wouldn't have left the boats behind." Draco said, making sure the boat was secured before picking up his backpack. "Come on, and make sure to be quiet. Remember the plan once we get there?" Colin just nodded his head, not sure whether he could trust himself to speak. Quickly checking their surroundings, they headed off in the direction of the manor, to each his own thoughts.

Draco watched Colin out of the corner of his eye; he was taking deep breaths, as though trying to calm his nerves. Draco wasn't going to lie – the whole situation was nerve-wracking. But Colin needed to try and control himself. He wasn't going to get anywhere in life by showing the weakness of nerves. Maybe I should teach Colin to lift and workout, build some confidence. Draco glanced at Colin as he turned to look at him. They shared a brief smile before looking ahead of themselves once more. On second thought, Colin's perfect just the way he is Draco thought, the smile never leaving his face.

Colin gave Draco a brief smile before turning to look ahead once more. His stomach started churning with nerves. What if this didn't work? What if he messed up and ended up killing them both? What if Draco suddenly realized how incompetent he was, and decided to let the others tear him to pieces while he got himself to safety? Colin bit his lip, trying to keep them from trembling, not wanting Draco to see just how nervous he was.

"Come on, buddy! You don't really believe that, do you?" A squeaky voice said.

Colin looked around him for the source of the voice before he realized it was coming from his backpack. Sliding the bag off Colin put the straps on the front, so the bag was resting on his chest. Giving Draco a side look, he carefully unzipped his backpack.

"Air! Fresh air!" A little bunny nose thrust its way out of the opening. Or at least it tried to, for a black paw popped out, closing its claws on the nose and shoving it back in.

"Emerson, control yourself! Ow! Stop it! Stop it I say!" There was much scrambling and argument before a black, curly furred head popped out of the opening.

"Maybe if sir stopped fighting and just controlled himself I wouldn't have to be so rough with you!" Kent said tossing his head, as though he were shaking his head in aggravation.

"I would stop fighting if you stopped demanding coitus!" Chandler yelled, kicking the side of the backpack, as though hoping to tear the material.

"I wouldn't have to demand it if you just stopped denying your feelings and let me have you!" Kent yelled back. "And stop making this about you! We're here for Colin!"

Colin just stared at his backpack, not sure what to think. He looked over at Draco, who didn't seem to have noticed a thing. I thought that whole thing was a dream. Unless…I must be going crazy! That's the only explanation! Lack of sleep and food the last few days –

"Calm down, you're not going crazy," Kent said, wriggling his way a little further out of the backpack.

Umm…a rabbit just read my mind and Draco hasn't noticed anything suspicious. Yep, definitely going crazy! Colin thought.

"Hey! I just said you weren't going crazy!" Kent said. "Now listen, you can't keep going through life being scared to fail. If you never fail, how will you ever learn and better yourself?"

"You really do have a way with words sometimes, Kent," Chandler chirped in from inside the bag.

Colin pushed that thought around his head for a moment. But…what if that failing causes us our lives? What then?

"Then you clearly didn't come up with the best strategy, now did you?" came Chandler's muffled voice.

"There's no need to be mean, sir!" Kent scolded him, bringing his paw down so that all Colin could hear was a thump and an 'ow!' Kent turned back to Colin. "You're not going to fail! I have full confidence in the two of you! You just need to rid your head of those awful thoughts and make room for the positive ones."

"You know," Chandler's voice rang out once more, "positive thoughts make you happy, releasing endorphins into the bloodstream, which also helps to give one energy at the most opportune times. Think about that."

"Good thinking, sir! That's a very good idea!" Kent said, impressed.

Right, think positively. Draco and I are going in with a plan, it's not like we're walking in there blindly. We're fully prepared for this. Besides, he knows the Manor's ins and outs better than anyone – he'll make sure we won't get caught.

"See? Positive!" Kent said. Colin smiled down at the bunny, and then looked over at Draco once more. Draco turned and smiled at him. He opened his mouth as though to say something – but then his eyes grew wide and the smile as wiped instantly off his face as he stared passed Colin.

"Colin!" Draco yelled, reaching in his pocket for his wand

Before Colin could whip his head around, he felt his body suddenly freeze up. The backpack slipped off his shoulders and fell to the ground as Draco dived forward to catch him. But Colin hit the ground hard before Draco could get to him, for Draco's body seized up as well and fell to the ground next to Colin, so that they were staring at each other. Colin tried to widen his eyes, to see what was going on, but it was no use. He couldn't even blink his eyes – which were starting to sting – let alone do anything else. He watched as Draco's eyes tried to communicate something to Colin, who didn't understand what he was trying to tell him. They just laid there, listening to voices of their captors.

"What should we do with them, your grace?" A deep voice said. "Tobias said he was not able to find the body of Evan. He thinks these two disposed of him."

"Hmm. Interesting. Well, throw them in the dungeon for now. The Dark Lord has other things to tend to at the moment."

Colin recognized this voice; it was Bellatrix Lestrange. Now he knew what Draco was trying to tell him; they were in big trouble. Colin's heart started beating more rapidly as he felt himself being lifted off the ground. He was turned on his side, so that all he could see now were the trees and the ground. It wasn't a comfortable feeling. He caught a glimpse of his bag; the two rabbits hopped out of it and stood there, watching.

"Don't worry, Colin! We'll get you and Draco out of there!" Kent called out.

"Yes, you can count on us, Creevey!" Chandler chimed in. "We'll get our best men on it!" And with that, the two of them started hopping away from Colin, Draco, and their captors.

Colin watched as they disappeared into the forest, which was becoming smaller and smaller as they got closer to the manor. Before losing sight of the trees completely, Colin noticed a mess of pigeons landing on the branches, staring at the little group. Colin could just make out the damaged looking pigeon he had met previously – Mcallister, he believed the name was. But Mcallister, too, was soon wiped from his vision as they rounded the corner of the manor and the forest disappeared from view altogether.

Draco's eyes watered in pain as he and Colin were tossed nonchalantly into the dungeons. He felt his body loosen up as the spell was removed. He whipped his head around in time to see the Death Eater – Earl – shut and lock the door, laughing at the look of panic on Draco's face.

"Wish I could stay to savor this, but I've got an important job to do. Oh but don't worry! I'll be seeing you at your execution, haha!" Earl gave another high-pitched maniacal laugh before stocking off. Draco turned around in time to see Colin standing up and running to the dungeon door, shaking it.

"We're gonna die! We're gonna die! I knew it I knew this was a bad idea!" Colin cried, starting to hyperventilate.

"Colin, calm down! We'll figure something – " Draco started. Colin turned around, a truly terrified look on his face.

"Calm down? How can you possibly be telling me to calm down right now?! We're going to get executed! Didn't you hear him?" Colin yelled, tears starting to pour down his face.

"I heard him, but that doesn't mean we need to lose our heads!" Draco yelled, standing up and walking towards Colin.

"Lose our heads? Oh no! What if that's they're going to do it?! What if they decapitate us?!" Colin started freaking out more. Draco grabbed Colin by the shoulders and brought him close to him.

"Colin! Calm the fuck down! They are NOT going to decapitate us! We just need to figure this out before they come back. I say we have about a couple of hours. That should be enough time." Draco said.

"And if we don't?" Colin asked. Draco searched Colin's eyes; they were full of fear and – was that disappointment? Draco's heart sank as he realized just how much he fucked up. He failed Colin. What was he even doing, dragging Colin to certain death? He let out a heavy sigh and let go of Colin. He turned around, not wanting Colin to see the uncertainty on his face.

"Potter and Granger were right," Draco said, more to himself.

"Potter and Granger? What do they have to do with anything?" Colin asked with curiosity.

"It's nothing," Draco said, leaning up against the wall and folding his arms.

"No, what? You can tell me." Colin said, leaning up against the wall next to Draco. Draco looked at Colin, wondering how much he should say. But then he sighed.

"When I was unconscious, while I was in the process of making the Horcrux, I saw some...er, stuff. Well, Potter and Granger were there. I'm not sure why, by they were there." Draco said, closing his eyes to try and remember the experience.

"What did they say?" Colin asked.

"They said I was a failure. That I was too busy trying to find other people to do all my dirty work, and that I'm lazy. They called me incompetent and that I half-assed everything. They even made fun of me for being gay – even though Potter was acting extremely gay himself. I don't see what the big deal is being gay." Draco said, looking at Colin with confusion.

"Well, I'm pretty sure Harry wasn't actually gay. He was always chasing Cho or Ginny. But anyway, go on." Colin said, watching Draco carefully.

"They kept saying that I was dirty. That I smelled like a pig and then they proceeded to make pig noises. They also said something about Wilbur or – "

"Charlotte's Web? I love that book!" Colin said, getting excited. But he faltered under the glare Draco shot him. "Sorry."

"Anyway – and that wasn't all. Just before I woke up, I had yet another dream that I was actually taking a bath. And Granger was there and a few others. I mean, I think I'm a pretty clean person, wouldn't you agree?"

"Course," Colin agreed, nodding his head.

"So then why would I keep having those dreams? Why would I dream about those two saying those things? Unless...I mean...I don't believe these things myself..." Draco said, sounding confused. "I mean, I may not have achieved much since Hogwarts, but...I mean...I don't know..."

"Now wait a minute, come on! I think you're very successful. No. Honestly, I do!" Colin said, for Draco gave him a hard look. "I think you're pretty smart in what you do and your last couple of missions were pretty successful – "

"Successful? Colin, I don't know if you've noticed where we are, but I think it's safe to say I fucked up bad! Does this look very successful to you?" Draco said, looking around the dingy, dripping dungeon cell.

"Well, that's just one mistake. You can't base this one failure – "

"No, not just one failure. These last couple of months have been nothing but failures!" Draco said, sliding down the cell wall.

"Come on now, stop being hard on yourself." Colin said, sitting down by Draco. He took hold on his hand and squeezed it.

"I'm not being hard on myself, it's the truth. No one here takes me serious except for you – I don't even think my own mother takes me seriously! I mean, people seem to think I'm so incompetent that I need help all the time and I don't want help from anyone! Why can't they see I'm pretty capable of doing things on my own?" Draco said, angrily bringing his knees up and resting his head on them.

"Draco, listen to me when I tell you this; you are not incompetent. And as far as what other people think, it doesn't matter. None of it matters. As long as YOU see yourself as competent and know that you're working your hardest, that's all that matters. And besides, it's ok to receive help. That's nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, I don't know if Harry mentioned this bit to you, but everything he's 'accomplished' was done because everyone else's efforts. So he isn't one to talk." Colin said.

"But people didn't see him as incompetent. They didn't see him as lazy. He's been accomplishing shit ever since he was a baby. Face it Colin, this is different." Draco said. He felt Colin's hand slip under his chin and lift it up so that he was now facing him.

"It's not different. People helped him because they thought he was going to do well and get them somewhere. It didn't matter who was on top, as long as the Dark Lord was defeated in the process and Harry was the only one to truly take on that mission.

"But you...you are fighting with countless others to try and get in the Dark Lord's inner circle. You're in constant competition – of course people are going to do everything in their power to try and put you down. But that doesn't make you a failure. Since coming to work for you, I've seen you put forth countless hours and effort into every task that was handed to you. I say that's a pretty big accomplish in itself. You never waited for someone to do it first, you just did it." Colin said, his voice growing with passion.

Draco lifted his head halfway during Colin's little speech and watched him. Despite their situation, he smiled. How was he lucky enough to end up with someone like Colin? Colin, who would go to the ends of the earth to defend him? He was internally grateful Colin decided to come to work for him.

"And that's not all! You could even get the other Death Eaters too – " Colin went to continued.

Draco leaned forward, placed his hand under Colin's chin and kissed himon the lips. Colin leaned forward into the kiss, placing his own hand on his Draco's cheek. After a few moments, Draco pulled away and rested his forehead against Colin's.

"You really are too good to me sometimes," Draco whispered, grabbing both of Colin's hands and entwining them into his own.

"I love you," Colin whispered. Draco just smiled wider and briefly pecked Colin on the lips once more.

"We need to go over the plan once more. To make sure we are completely prepared when we are presented to the Dark Lord." Draco said.

"Alright, where so we start again?" Colin asked.

"We're going to show the rock to the Dark Lord, make him believe we're still on his side."

"And what if he takes the rock from you? What then?" Colin asked.

"Doesn't matter, it's indestructible. We are using it as more of a distraction," Draco explained.

"Oh, right,"

"While he's observing the rock – everyone is most likely going to have all their attention on it – you're going to try and sneak away. And then a few Death Eaters will notice you trying to escape. So when everyone is focused on you, I'll try and steal a wand and – " Draco faltered as the sound of voices entered the dungeon. Colin and Draco sat there and watched the door to their cell.

"Ah, there's the little fags!" Evan the Death Eater said as he appeared at the door. Another Death Eater appeared as well – Draco didn't recognize this one. "Take a good look at your little boyfriend, Malfoy, for this will be the last you see of him."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked as Evan opened the door. He pointed his wand at Draco and a rope flew out, trying his hands together.

"Say good-bye. The Dark Lord doesn't like to be kept waiting." Evan grabbed Draco by the shoulders and shoved him out of the cell.

"Wait! Aren't I going with him?" Colin asked, standing up and running after Draco. But the other Death Eater caught him around the middle and threw him back on the dungeon floor.

"Ha! Of course not! The Dark Lord has no time for useless shits like you!" The Death Eater laughed.

"No! Wait, please! Let him come with me!" Draco yelled, trying to wriggle out of Evan's grasp. But he was much stronger than he. "Colin! Colin!"

"Draco!" Colin called back, watching helplessly as he lay on the ground, the other Death Eater hovering over him. He caught one fleeting look of Draco before he was taken from view. What now? How were they were going to execute their plan? Colin's heart started sinking. He had to think of something – there had to be another way.