Betrayals: No Escape

A/n's: Here is chapter 2...dunno how good it is, but anyway, r&r, and if you have any ideas or whatever mail me!!

Disclaimer: No matter my dreams, Harry Potter and all the characters in the story happen Not to belong to me. They belong to a certain, wonderful, (probably a demi goddess) J.K.Rowling. Happy?

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Harry sat miserably in his cell. He was cold, hungry and lonely. Moreover, he was tired of the dark. At that moment he would have welcomed anyone. Including Draco Malfoy. Actually make that *particularly* Draco Malfoy. Especially dressed as he was before.

Harry smacked his forehead with his palm. "Stop being stupid Harry," he muttered softly. "And try doing something useful. Try to get out of here." But he knew there was no way out of his cell - it was a stone walled cavity, not very big, and the door was solid metal with only a small aperture with bars. Without magic or help he was locked for good.

A light appeared outside in the corridor. Slowly it grew until the light was outside his door. The door opened and Draco stepped in, a ball of golden light following him.

"How are you Potter?" he wore his usual smirk, but right then Harry couldn't have seen anything more beautiful than Draco. He needed someone to talk to, or fight with or something. On his own he was going mad.

"What you see is what you get," Harry replied, not showing Draco how desperate he was for some connection to human people. Gods - only about three hours in the darkness and he was already going crazy. Draco snickered.

"You can't be too good then, Potter, if you truly are like you look. You need a bath."

"And whose fault is that?" Harry asked wryly. Draco shrugged, still grinning.

"You fell into the trap, Potter dear. It wasn't my fault you had to go and start kissing me all over the place."

"*I* started kiss...why you little...guess who tried seducing me."

"Ah, but that was your fault. You should have remained stoic and strong," Draco smirked again. "After all, the spell wouldn't have worked unless you lusted after me." He laughed delightedly. "You lusted after me Potter!! All these years of hating me and you fell for me!"

Harry flushed. It was true, yet he could have killed Draco at that moment for doing that to him. "Just a moment of weakness," he retorted, but Draco seemed to have lost interest already.

"Whatever Potter," he shrugged. He snapped his fingers and a small house elf entered the dungeon bearing a plate of food. Harry contemplated throwing it at Draco's head and making a run for it, but reluctantly dismissed the idea. Draco was probably armed. And if he wasn't, god only knew who he would meet as soon as he stepped out of the dungeon. Not to mention that Lucius would probably torture him silly if he knocked his precious son out.

"Eat Potter." Harry didn't touch the food, just looked at it.

"It's not poisoned," Draco said impatiently. "We could force poison down your throat if we wished. We wouldn't bother trying to do it subtly. But to kill you now would be tragic. I'd rather wait until Voldemort arrives so I can see him tear you limb from limb." His eyes had taken on a misty, far away look of anticipation. Then he seemed to remember where he was. "However, he won't be here for a couple of days. So eat up. Before the rats get it. You'd be surprised how they can smell it. And I don't think you'll want to wait until you're in darkness to eat it...rats can be a real nuisance sometimes."

Harry reached out and took some food, eyes never leaving Draco. Draco shifted under his gaze.

"Careful Potter," he said, amused. "One might think you're attracted to me." Harry did not reply, but continued eating instead.

"Well I might as well leave," Draco said after a minute or so. "Since you seem so silent and all, I would not like to spoil your moments of reflection." He turned to go.

"Wait," Harry called, swallowing a piece of bread. Draco stopped.

"Yes Potter? Feel like a chat? Or perhaps," he smirked, "a fuck?"

"I think I'll settle for a chat," Harry retorted coolly. "However, if you are so eager to love me," he raised his eyebrows, "up to you of course." Draco flushed.

"I would not dream of honoring you so much," he hissed back. Harry threw back his head and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Draco asked looking murderous.

"Don't you find it strange," Harry commented, "that even here we cannot keep away from each others' throats?"

"Not really," Draco shrugged. "Whether we're at school or here, I still hate you as much as I did before." He studied Harry in silence for a minute. "Could it be you are finding it strange because your feelings towards me have changed?"

"Don't bet on it Malfoy."

"I'm not," he walked closer to where Harry was sitting and bent down. His tongue flicked out and ran over Harry's lips, before penetrating as far as to run once up his teeth, after which Draco sucked at Harry's lower lip gently. Harry didn't move, forcing himself not to moan in pleasure. Draco moved away and sauntered off. "Bye Potter," he called over his shoulder. The elf had disappeared, and the golden ball of light followed Draco out, the door clanging shut behind him, and leaving Harry in darkness once more.

Harry sat, still unmoving, fists clenched, tensed up, desire raging inside of his traitorous body.

"Damn you Malfoy," he voiced aloud. "*Damn* you to hell."