A/N:
Um, okay, I changed my mind.just ONE more chapter.BUT THAT'S IT! ;op
Chapter Nine: Drastic Decision
Ron pulled out of Draco's embrace and his kiss.
"No.I'm loyal to Harry," he gasped, breathing in deeply. Draco smirked. "Sure the hell don't act like it, but what the hell. What ever you say Weasley." With this, he got up from the bed and walked over to the door.
"Oh yeah, and Weasley?"
Ron looked up at him. "May the best man win."
That was an hour ago. Now both Ron and Draco stood in the lobby of what was to the fortress of the Dark Lord, which Ron had to admit, took him a lot of nerve to be here. But Harry was worth it. He would always be worth it.
The truth was, he loved Harry. He had never told him that, which he was sorry for now, because, although he hated to think of it that way, he may never be able to tell him that. But he loved Harry Potter deeply. With all his heart and soul. And only for Harry, would he be willing to die.
"This way Weasley," Draco stated, breaking Ron from his thoughts. Ron snapped his head around to see the blond starting for a flight of stairs that sat directly at the end of the long lobby. Gasping a bit, he jogged to catch up with him and they ascended the flight together, Draco looking around him cautiously, a cold expression on his face as Ron looked a bit more nervous.
"I'm surprised your still even here Weasley," Draco said suddenly as they reached the top of the staircase. He turned to go down the left hallway and Ron followed, figuring the blond knew where he was going.
"I would have thought you would have chickened out and ran off."
"Your one to talk, Malfoy," Ron sneered.
"I really don't see what Harry sees in you," Draco continued. "Over me, that is."
"Really? Well do you want them alphabetically?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"I'm richer then you, god knows that," Draco continued, ignoring Ron's statement. "I'm far more better looking. I could give Harry everything he ever needed, he ever wanted.and yet, somehow, he chooses you. I say, Potter has no taste in men."
"Don't flatter yourself," Ron grumbled. He quickly stepped in front of Malfoy to block his way. "The truth is, you'd never stand a chance with Harry even if he wasn't with me, because frankly, he just doesn't LIKE you, you slimy haired, pointy-nosed git," Ron stated matter of factly.
Draco laughed suddenly, shaking his head. "You are a deluded fool, aren't you? It's only his love for you that keeps Harry from coming to me, Weasley. Otherwise, I'd have Harry right now, laying underneath me, savoring his utter most beauty, pleasuring him.as I did before."
He bumped Ron out of his way and continued onward. Ron watched dumbfounded as Draco slipped into a room then turned back. "You can follow me or just stand there like the moron you are and get caught." He disappeared in the room.
'Before?' That one word raced through Ron's mind, making him dizzy. 'What did he mean, before?'
He slowly walked into the room and looked up to see the blond smiling at him as he swung something heavy.and hit him over the head. Ron stumbled into the room and hit the wall, wailing in pain, holding the spot he had been hit.
"What the hell was that for!" he snarled.
"Call it a last minute decision in my rather drastic one," Draco smirked.
"Drastic?"
"Yes.you see, I knew all along what my master plans were, to bring Harry to his side and make Harry his slave. But being as I am and who I am, a Malfoy, I cannot just stand by and let someone else have what rightfully belongs to me! This I realized the night I held him in my arms when you left me with him.when he had his nightmares.
"So in a short time, with the knowledge of my master's intentions I had, I devised my own plan to save my Harry and if I must, defeat Voldemort. Then together we shall go off.leaving you as you belong, in the dirt beneath our feet."
"So you're wiling to betray Voldemort?"
"To get what I rightfully deserve, yes."
"So you're a Death Eater then?" Ron asked not seeming surprised.
"As it is said, like father like son," Draco hunched. "But that's one you should know, seeing as yours died not to long ago, right Weasley? It was foolish for you to come here.and now I'll make sure you never make it out-alive."
He smacked Ron over the head with the item he held in his hands and this time, the red fell over to the side, limp, not moving. Smiling triumphantly, Draco dropped the object. His plan was so close to being finished, as he wanted.
Draco.
He turned around abruptly, his eyes wondering around the room wildly.
Draco.
That voice sounded to so familiar to him somehow. It sounded soft, so calm, and almost peaceful. Almost too peaceful.
"Voldemort." Draco said in a slight surprised whisper.
Come to me Draco.
Draco slowly stepped over Ron and walked out of the room, looking down the hall to make sure no one was watching, then slowly, went in the Eastern direction in which the voice seemed to come from.
"Where is Harry?" he whispered in a demand. "Where are you keeping him?"
Find me.
Games. Draco despised games. He had ever since he was a small child. But this game, we were willing to play, since the prize was so great. He walked into a large marble room, black being the color and gasped.
It was a bare room totally, except for the few dimly lit candles that hovered, the floor which seemed to be a weird sort of water except it was a very dark shade of green and seemed to be thick and cloud like, not clear.and a figure that sat in the middle of the room, rapped around a thin black sheet.
Draco studied him. The sheet fanned out quite the distance of the room. It covered the person except for his shoulders and face, but since the lighting was so poor, Draco failed to see it clearly.
He pulled out his wand and held it up high above his head. There was no way he was approaching the figure if he didn't know who he was first.
"Lumous!" he shouted. The room lit up suddenly and the face became clear. Draco gasped as he made out the features.
"Harry?" he whispered.
He turned to him. Draco gasped. God was he beautiful. He no longer wore his glasses, but his eyes shimmered all the more brightly, his features were a bit paler then usual, and his scar.seemed to have faded. His hair was still the untidy mass of raven that Draco loved and he couldn't help but be breath taken, despite the slight changes here and there.
It was obvious that Voldemort led him there for a reason.a trap perhaps.but maybe, somehow, he could work his way out it. All he needed was Harry first.
"Harry," he called to him again softly as he walked across the room and stopped in front of him. "Harry, we must hurry if I am to get you out of here!"
But the raven-haired boy stared at the blond with a slight look of confusion.and annoyance on his rather cold face, something Draco had not noticed. Also, there was a weird sort of gleam.almost wicked.in his eyes.
"Harry." he called more carefully. "Let's go okay? Before Voldemort comes."
Harry frowned at him, his eyes narrowing. "Do I know you boy?"
A/N:
Yeah, that's right, I'm stopping RIGHT there. And on top of that, yeah, IT WAS pretty short. And yeah, that's right, you'll going to have to wait for the next chapter..bawhahahahahahaha! Don't you love my evil laughter I stole from that dude of Spiderman.the Green armor dude guy thingy man? (Forgot the bad guy's name, shoot me.) Just off topic, that's a really great movie so if you haven't seen it, make it a to do on the to do list.
Anyway, I'd love to thank you all for your reviews of encouragement, they're all lovely! More to come!
-Kamirine
Um, okay, I changed my mind.just ONE more chapter.BUT THAT'S IT! ;op
Chapter Nine: Drastic Decision
Ron pulled out of Draco's embrace and his kiss.
"No.I'm loyal to Harry," he gasped, breathing in deeply. Draco smirked. "Sure the hell don't act like it, but what the hell. What ever you say Weasley." With this, he got up from the bed and walked over to the door.
"Oh yeah, and Weasley?"
Ron looked up at him. "May the best man win."
That was an hour ago. Now both Ron and Draco stood in the lobby of what was to the fortress of the Dark Lord, which Ron had to admit, took him a lot of nerve to be here. But Harry was worth it. He would always be worth it.
The truth was, he loved Harry. He had never told him that, which he was sorry for now, because, although he hated to think of it that way, he may never be able to tell him that. But he loved Harry Potter deeply. With all his heart and soul. And only for Harry, would he be willing to die.
"This way Weasley," Draco stated, breaking Ron from his thoughts. Ron snapped his head around to see the blond starting for a flight of stairs that sat directly at the end of the long lobby. Gasping a bit, he jogged to catch up with him and they ascended the flight together, Draco looking around him cautiously, a cold expression on his face as Ron looked a bit more nervous.
"I'm surprised your still even here Weasley," Draco said suddenly as they reached the top of the staircase. He turned to go down the left hallway and Ron followed, figuring the blond knew where he was going.
"I would have thought you would have chickened out and ran off."
"Your one to talk, Malfoy," Ron sneered.
"I really don't see what Harry sees in you," Draco continued. "Over me, that is."
"Really? Well do you want them alphabetically?" Ron asked sarcastically.
"I'm richer then you, god knows that," Draco continued, ignoring Ron's statement. "I'm far more better looking. I could give Harry everything he ever needed, he ever wanted.and yet, somehow, he chooses you. I say, Potter has no taste in men."
"Don't flatter yourself," Ron grumbled. He quickly stepped in front of Malfoy to block his way. "The truth is, you'd never stand a chance with Harry even if he wasn't with me, because frankly, he just doesn't LIKE you, you slimy haired, pointy-nosed git," Ron stated matter of factly.
Draco laughed suddenly, shaking his head. "You are a deluded fool, aren't you? It's only his love for you that keeps Harry from coming to me, Weasley. Otherwise, I'd have Harry right now, laying underneath me, savoring his utter most beauty, pleasuring him.as I did before."
He bumped Ron out of his way and continued onward. Ron watched dumbfounded as Draco slipped into a room then turned back. "You can follow me or just stand there like the moron you are and get caught." He disappeared in the room.
'Before?' That one word raced through Ron's mind, making him dizzy. 'What did he mean, before?'
He slowly walked into the room and looked up to see the blond smiling at him as he swung something heavy.and hit him over the head. Ron stumbled into the room and hit the wall, wailing in pain, holding the spot he had been hit.
"What the hell was that for!" he snarled.
"Call it a last minute decision in my rather drastic one," Draco smirked.
"Drastic?"
"Yes.you see, I knew all along what my master plans were, to bring Harry to his side and make Harry his slave. But being as I am and who I am, a Malfoy, I cannot just stand by and let someone else have what rightfully belongs to me! This I realized the night I held him in my arms when you left me with him.when he had his nightmares.
"So in a short time, with the knowledge of my master's intentions I had, I devised my own plan to save my Harry and if I must, defeat Voldemort. Then together we shall go off.leaving you as you belong, in the dirt beneath our feet."
"So you're wiling to betray Voldemort?"
"To get what I rightfully deserve, yes."
"So you're a Death Eater then?" Ron asked not seeming surprised.
"As it is said, like father like son," Draco hunched. "But that's one you should know, seeing as yours died not to long ago, right Weasley? It was foolish for you to come here.and now I'll make sure you never make it out-alive."
He smacked Ron over the head with the item he held in his hands and this time, the red fell over to the side, limp, not moving. Smiling triumphantly, Draco dropped the object. His plan was so close to being finished, as he wanted.
Draco.
He turned around abruptly, his eyes wondering around the room wildly.
Draco.
That voice sounded to so familiar to him somehow. It sounded soft, so calm, and almost peaceful. Almost too peaceful.
"Voldemort." Draco said in a slight surprised whisper.
Come to me Draco.
Draco slowly stepped over Ron and walked out of the room, looking down the hall to make sure no one was watching, then slowly, went in the Eastern direction in which the voice seemed to come from.
"Where is Harry?" he whispered in a demand. "Where are you keeping him?"
Find me.
Games. Draco despised games. He had ever since he was a small child. But this game, we were willing to play, since the prize was so great. He walked into a large marble room, black being the color and gasped.
It was a bare room totally, except for the few dimly lit candles that hovered, the floor which seemed to be a weird sort of water except it was a very dark shade of green and seemed to be thick and cloud like, not clear.and a figure that sat in the middle of the room, rapped around a thin black sheet.
Draco studied him. The sheet fanned out quite the distance of the room. It covered the person except for his shoulders and face, but since the lighting was so poor, Draco failed to see it clearly.
He pulled out his wand and held it up high above his head. There was no way he was approaching the figure if he didn't know who he was first.
"Lumous!" he shouted. The room lit up suddenly and the face became clear. Draco gasped as he made out the features.
"Harry?" he whispered.
He turned to him. Draco gasped. God was he beautiful. He no longer wore his glasses, but his eyes shimmered all the more brightly, his features were a bit paler then usual, and his scar.seemed to have faded. His hair was still the untidy mass of raven that Draco loved and he couldn't help but be breath taken, despite the slight changes here and there.
It was obvious that Voldemort led him there for a reason.a trap perhaps.but maybe, somehow, he could work his way out it. All he needed was Harry first.
"Harry," he called to him again softly as he walked across the room and stopped in front of him. "Harry, we must hurry if I am to get you out of here!"
But the raven-haired boy stared at the blond with a slight look of confusion.and annoyance on his rather cold face, something Draco had not noticed. Also, there was a weird sort of gleam.almost wicked.in his eyes.
"Harry." he called more carefully. "Let's go okay? Before Voldemort comes."
Harry frowned at him, his eyes narrowing. "Do I know you boy?"
A/N:
Yeah, that's right, I'm stopping RIGHT there. And on top of that, yeah, IT WAS pretty short. And yeah, that's right, you'll going to have to wait for the next chapter..bawhahahahahahaha! Don't you love my evil laughter I stole from that dude of Spiderman.the Green armor dude guy thingy man? (Forgot the bad guy's name, shoot me.) Just off topic, that's a really great movie so if you haven't seen it, make it a to do on the to do list.
Anyway, I'd love to thank you all for your reviews of encouragement, they're all lovely! More to come!
-Kamirine