Authors note: first of all, thank you oh so incredibly much for reviewing! I love ya all!!!
Anyways, I realized I'd forgotten a couple of things.
My disclaimers for example (on, like, every fic I've ever written!)
So here they come, and you'd better read them carefully, cuz I won't write them again...
"I, Pepsi, do NOT own Harry Potter (though I wish I did!) or any other names or
characters related to the books or the film. They all belong to J.K. Rowling,
and I have merely borrowed them for this fic. I make no money out of writing this."
Well, that wasn't so hard... *shrugs*
And also, I'm having a slight problem here with this fic, which I hope you would
care to help me with *big pleading chibi eyes*...?
Do you want this fic to be SLASH/shounen-ai (I won't write YAOI, even if you ask me to),
or not?
Please answer me!
And I would also like to apologize for all my spelling mistakes, and all the other
mistakes I've probably made. Like I've told ya before, and again and again, English is not my language, and
I've learned most of it by myself.
Chapter. 4
The second basement was a bit smaller than the first and awfully uninteresting.
For some strange reason it lay higher above ground level than the first one.
Not by much, but higher enough for a small step to be needed at the entrance, and a row of long narrow
windows had been fitted beneath the ceiling to provide the room with sunlight.
Draco had never bothered to ask why it was constructed this way, and he didn't
care. After all, the house had many secrets...
He was still quite sure it was alive.
The room was almost empty, except for a vast amount of dust, a few boxes of various
sizes containing nothing in particular, at least nothing of any significant importance or interest,
and a large, dusty old cupboard.
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm the furious pounding
within his chest.
Slowly, yet determined, he aproaced the cupboard.
It was a beautiful cupboard. He ran his fingers gently over the dark smooth surface,
tracing the lines of the intricate carvings.
Why had this been stowed away, he wondered.
It was such a beautiful furniture.
His hands reached the cold handle, and once again his eyes closed for a moment.
He opened it slowly.
He didn't dare open it fully, only just enough for him to peek inside.
It was too dark for him to see anything, and only the sound of soft, uneven breath reached his ears, barely distinguishable over the sound of his own heartbeats.
It was impossible to tell whether the boy was still asleep.
If I leave him here, he thought, he'll die.
No, he couldn't allow that to happen. Not yet.
He drew his breath one last time before, quickly, jerking the door open.
He stared anxiously into the darkness, dreading what the shadows might reveal.
Pale silvery moonlight shone in trough the windows.
However, it was not enough for Draco to fully make out the vague shape which lay in a heap
near the edge of the cupboard.
Slowly, careful not to make a sound, he bent down and placed a candle on the floor.
With a lazy wave of his wand he lit it.
The light cast flickering shadows across the walls, creating a false impression of movement.
Draco shuddered and directed his attention back to the boy. He was still sleeping.
Harry bore a strong resemblance to your average mental image of an abused rape victim.
He was laying, gagged and blindfolded, on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest,
wrists and ankles bound tightly behind his back with thick ropes.
His clothes were dirty, and a stream of dried blood ran from a nasty cut on his forehead
near the temple.
A shiver ran trough his body with each breath he took.
A low-pitched whimper escaped his pale lips as he began to stir slightly.
Draco sat completely still, watching in silence as if mesmerized by what he saw. He wasn't sure if he'd been able to move even if he'd wanted to.
He had never seen anyone wake up either, come to think of it...
Harry suddenly began to twist and turn more violently, his whimpering growing louder in spite of the gag.
Tiny sweat drops appeared on his pale forehead, clearly visible in the flickering light.
Draco drew a slender hand trough his hair and began to breathe very fast.
Obviously, the boy was having a nightmare of some sorts. Probably just a bi-effect of the
potion.
Without thinking the matter trough, Draco climbed into the cupboard and carefully lifted the
boy onto his lap. He held him tightly in his embrace, stroking his unruly
midnight hair, whispering words of comfort.
Later, he often wondered what had brought him to do it.
He intended to kill this boy, and here he was, embracing him like a long lost lover.
The irony of it all was perhaps the tight ropes, the blindfold and the gag. It was almost comical.
Draco couldn't help a smirk from curving his lips. Surely they must be making quite a picture, laying like this.
Even though he couldn't make out much in the semi-darkness, he could feel the body in his arms
trembling, crying soundlessly.
"Shhh..."
He whispered, as he wiped the tears from other boy's face,
"shhh.... it's okay, it's just a nightmare... it's okay..."
He hesitated for a moment before he gently removed the blindfold and the gag.
Harry coughed. It was more than 24 hours since he had last had anything to eat or drink and his throath was dry.
Then his body stiffened suddenly.
The crying stopped, and for a moment he ceased even to breathe.
He opened his eyes.
Draco drew his breath in sharply, taken completely off-guard. The blood in his head vanished in an instant, and he felt suddenly dizzy and nauseaus, like he was about to throw up.
Harry made no attempt at moving. He merely lay there, staring blankly at something only he could see.
Draco knew that he was weak now, and very vulnerable. He wouldn't be able to put up a fight in his current condition, that much was obvious. He
would probably not even be able to think clearly.
But those eyes.
Those eyes.
How beautiful they were.
They could hide nothing from him.
Those eyes revealed it all...
It didn't for a second occur to him that Harry might see him as well, and perhaps recognise and remember him.
All he knew right then was that he never wanted to free himself from those beautiful green eyes...
Harry blinked.
This sudden movement, small as though it was, was enough to break the trance.
The boy in his arms was still staring at him with wide eyes, but they seemed slightly more focused and it would seem that Harry was about to regain his full consciousness.
Suddenly, the truth of his actions hit him with full force!
He dropped the boy out of surprise and scurried backwards in attempt of getting as far away
from the shivering body as possible.
Harry hit the floor with a soft 'thud' and rolled over to his back.
His eyes were closed, which made it easier for Draco to look at him.
I'm such an idiot!
Draco yelled soundlessly to himself.
What the bloody hell did I do this for?! What was I thinking?!
Now what, huh? Now what will I do? I can hardly even look at him, how am I supposed to take care of him?
Harry interupted his inner conversation by letting a low-pitched moan escape his
lips.
Water... of course... he needs water...
Reluctantly, Draco reached out a hand to support Harry's neck as he, once again, pulled him
onto his lap.
He praised the holy spirits that those enchanting eyes were closed and were no longer looking at him.
He forced Harry's lips apart with his finger tips and poured some water in between.
Harry choked and tried to cough it up, to no avail, however, as Draco placed a hand in front
of his mouth preventing him from opening it.
Finally, after a moment of silence, Harry gave in and swallowed it.
"Good boy..."
Draco muttered under his breath as he let go of the dark haired boy and gently
pushed him off his lap.
"...Am I... dead?" Harry asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper.
Draco raised one eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected question, though he couldn't help
but smile.
However, he didn't answer.
He merely sat there, watching Harry as he opened his eyes, slowly as though his eyelids were
made of lead.
He squinted slightly in attempt of making out the blurry flickering shadows surrounding him.
Figured his eyes weren't very useful without his glasses.
Once again, it was he who broke the silence.
"...No... I am alive... I think..."
He lay still, his fragile form shivering with each breath, eyes fixed on the shapeless darkness above
him.
"...Who are you? Why... why did you bring me here?"
Even though he wasn't looking at him, Draco knew that the question was meant for him.
But he remained silent.
Don't say a word, he reminded himself, he mustn't know who you are!
It felt so strange...
This boy, laying there in front of him,
weak and defenceless, completely at his mercy depended on him.
Harry's life was depending on him!
Harry had closed his eyes again. He was tired, and the potion made him feel even more so.
However, that obviously didn't keep him from asking questions.
"Are you... are you one of Voldemort's servants?"
Draco flinched at the mention of the name. More out of old habit than because it
actually frightened him.
"...Am I... going to die?"
He was panting now. The effort of these few words were enough to drain him of all the
strenght he had left.
Draco couldn't stop a wicked grin from spreading on his face. There was most definetly
some kind of perverted pleasure in this.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and placed his hand over Harry's eyes, moving himself so close
to the raven haired boy that his lips were nearly touching his ear as he whispered into them;
"Shh... Be quiet, or someone might find you, and trust me when I say: you don't want
that to happen."
He enjoyed the way Harry's body suddenly stiffened, the way he, for a moment, ceased to breathe.
"I am going to leave you now," he continued in the same whisper, "and I will not be back for a while... Don't go anywhere, promise?
And remember my words, Harry Potter, don't you dare make a sound while I'm gone!"
He released his grip and krept out of the cupboard as quickly as he could without looking
back.
Authors note: I know this chapter sucks... ~_~
But sooner or later I had to write it, even though I've been avoiding it for God
knows how long! I know it sounds... I dunno... weird! But keep in mind that I'm not English,
so it's a bit difficult for me to express myself correctly.
So, what do you think?
Want me to continue?
Want me to make it a SLASH, or not?
If you think it's slashy now, with all the Harry-is-so-beautiful-stuff, that's just because
I happen to be completely obsessed with Harry ^_^
I know it's kinda boring right now, but don't worry, it will become better as the story
evolves. If you want me to continue, that is...
And if you want me to continue, then you must review!
Anyways, I realized I'd forgotten a couple of things.
My disclaimers for example (on, like, every fic I've ever written!)
So here they come, and you'd better read them carefully, cuz I won't write them again...
"I, Pepsi, do NOT own Harry Potter (though I wish I did!) or any other names or
characters related to the books or the film. They all belong to J.K. Rowling,
and I have merely borrowed them for this fic. I make no money out of writing this."
Well, that wasn't so hard... *shrugs*
And also, I'm having a slight problem here with this fic, which I hope you would
care to help me with *big pleading chibi eyes*...?
Do you want this fic to be SLASH/shounen-ai (I won't write YAOI, even if you ask me to),
or not?
Please answer me!
And I would also like to apologize for all my spelling mistakes, and all the other
mistakes I've probably made. Like I've told ya before, and again and again, English is not my language, and
I've learned most of it by myself.
Chapter. 4
The second basement was a bit smaller than the first and awfully uninteresting.
For some strange reason it lay higher above ground level than the first one.
Not by much, but higher enough for a small step to be needed at the entrance, and a row of long narrow
windows had been fitted beneath the ceiling to provide the room with sunlight.
Draco had never bothered to ask why it was constructed this way, and he didn't
care. After all, the house had many secrets...
He was still quite sure it was alive.
The room was almost empty, except for a vast amount of dust, a few boxes of various
sizes containing nothing in particular, at least nothing of any significant importance or interest,
and a large, dusty old cupboard.
Draco closed his eyes and took a deep breath, attempting to calm the furious pounding
within his chest.
Slowly, yet determined, he aproaced the cupboard.
It was a beautiful cupboard. He ran his fingers gently over the dark smooth surface,
tracing the lines of the intricate carvings.
Why had this been stowed away, he wondered.
It was such a beautiful furniture.
His hands reached the cold handle, and once again his eyes closed for a moment.
He opened it slowly.
He didn't dare open it fully, only just enough for him to peek inside.
It was too dark for him to see anything, and only the sound of soft, uneven breath reached his ears, barely distinguishable over the sound of his own heartbeats.
It was impossible to tell whether the boy was still asleep.
If I leave him here, he thought, he'll die.
No, he couldn't allow that to happen. Not yet.
He drew his breath one last time before, quickly, jerking the door open.
He stared anxiously into the darkness, dreading what the shadows might reveal.
Pale silvery moonlight shone in trough the windows.
However, it was not enough for Draco to fully make out the vague shape which lay in a heap
near the edge of the cupboard.
Slowly, careful not to make a sound, he bent down and placed a candle on the floor.
With a lazy wave of his wand he lit it.
The light cast flickering shadows across the walls, creating a false impression of movement.
Draco shuddered and directed his attention back to the boy. He was still sleeping.
Harry bore a strong resemblance to your average mental image of an abused rape victim.
He was laying, gagged and blindfolded, on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest,
wrists and ankles bound tightly behind his back with thick ropes.
His clothes were dirty, and a stream of dried blood ran from a nasty cut on his forehead
near the temple.
A shiver ran trough his body with each breath he took.
A low-pitched whimper escaped his pale lips as he began to stir slightly.
Draco sat completely still, watching in silence as if mesmerized by what he saw. He wasn't sure if he'd been able to move even if he'd wanted to.
He had never seen anyone wake up either, come to think of it...
Harry suddenly began to twist and turn more violently, his whimpering growing louder in spite of the gag.
Tiny sweat drops appeared on his pale forehead, clearly visible in the flickering light.
Draco drew a slender hand trough his hair and began to breathe very fast.
Obviously, the boy was having a nightmare of some sorts. Probably just a bi-effect of the
potion.
Without thinking the matter trough, Draco climbed into the cupboard and carefully lifted the
boy onto his lap. He held him tightly in his embrace, stroking his unruly
midnight hair, whispering words of comfort.
Later, he often wondered what had brought him to do it.
He intended to kill this boy, and here he was, embracing him like a long lost lover.
The irony of it all was perhaps the tight ropes, the blindfold and the gag. It was almost comical.
Draco couldn't help a smirk from curving his lips. Surely they must be making quite a picture, laying like this.
Even though he couldn't make out much in the semi-darkness, he could feel the body in his arms
trembling, crying soundlessly.
"Shhh..."
He whispered, as he wiped the tears from other boy's face,
"shhh.... it's okay, it's just a nightmare... it's okay..."
He hesitated for a moment before he gently removed the blindfold and the gag.
Harry coughed. It was more than 24 hours since he had last had anything to eat or drink and his throath was dry.
Then his body stiffened suddenly.
The crying stopped, and for a moment he ceased even to breathe.
He opened his eyes.
Draco drew his breath in sharply, taken completely off-guard. The blood in his head vanished in an instant, and he felt suddenly dizzy and nauseaus, like he was about to throw up.
Harry made no attempt at moving. He merely lay there, staring blankly at something only he could see.
Draco knew that he was weak now, and very vulnerable. He wouldn't be able to put up a fight in his current condition, that much was obvious. He
would probably not even be able to think clearly.
But those eyes.
Those eyes.
How beautiful they were.
They could hide nothing from him.
Those eyes revealed it all...
It didn't for a second occur to him that Harry might see him as well, and perhaps recognise and remember him.
All he knew right then was that he never wanted to free himself from those beautiful green eyes...
Harry blinked.
This sudden movement, small as though it was, was enough to break the trance.
The boy in his arms was still staring at him with wide eyes, but they seemed slightly more focused and it would seem that Harry was about to regain his full consciousness.
Suddenly, the truth of his actions hit him with full force!
He dropped the boy out of surprise and scurried backwards in attempt of getting as far away
from the shivering body as possible.
Harry hit the floor with a soft 'thud' and rolled over to his back.
His eyes were closed, which made it easier for Draco to look at him.
I'm such an idiot!
Draco yelled soundlessly to himself.
What the bloody hell did I do this for?! What was I thinking?!
Now what, huh? Now what will I do? I can hardly even look at him, how am I supposed to take care of him?
Harry interupted his inner conversation by letting a low-pitched moan escape his
lips.
Water... of course... he needs water...
Reluctantly, Draco reached out a hand to support Harry's neck as he, once again, pulled him
onto his lap.
He praised the holy spirits that those enchanting eyes were closed and were no longer looking at him.
He forced Harry's lips apart with his finger tips and poured some water in between.
Harry choked and tried to cough it up, to no avail, however, as Draco placed a hand in front
of his mouth preventing him from opening it.
Finally, after a moment of silence, Harry gave in and swallowed it.
"Good boy..."
Draco muttered under his breath as he let go of the dark haired boy and gently
pushed him off his lap.
"...Am I... dead?" Harry asked quietly, his voice barely a whisper.
Draco raised one eyebrow, surprised by the unexpected question, though he couldn't help
but smile.
However, he didn't answer.
He merely sat there, watching Harry as he opened his eyes, slowly as though his eyelids were
made of lead.
He squinted slightly in attempt of making out the blurry flickering shadows surrounding him.
Figured his eyes weren't very useful without his glasses.
Once again, it was he who broke the silence.
"...No... I am alive... I think..."
He lay still, his fragile form shivering with each breath, eyes fixed on the shapeless darkness above
him.
"...Who are you? Why... why did you bring me here?"
Even though he wasn't looking at him, Draco knew that the question was meant for him.
But he remained silent.
Don't say a word, he reminded himself, he mustn't know who you are!
It felt so strange...
This boy, laying there in front of him,
weak and defenceless, completely at his mercy depended on him.
Harry's life was depending on him!
Harry had closed his eyes again. He was tired, and the potion made him feel even more so.
However, that obviously didn't keep him from asking questions.
"Are you... are you one of Voldemort's servants?"
Draco flinched at the mention of the name. More out of old habit than because it
actually frightened him.
"...Am I... going to die?"
He was panting now. The effort of these few words were enough to drain him of all the
strenght he had left.
Draco couldn't stop a wicked grin from spreading on his face. There was most definetly
some kind of perverted pleasure in this.
Suddenly, he leaned forward and placed his hand over Harry's eyes, moving himself so close
to the raven haired boy that his lips were nearly touching his ear as he whispered into them;
"Shh... Be quiet, or someone might find you, and trust me when I say: you don't want
that to happen."
He enjoyed the way Harry's body suddenly stiffened, the way he, for a moment, ceased to breathe.
"I am going to leave you now," he continued in the same whisper, "and I will not be back for a while... Don't go anywhere, promise?
And remember my words, Harry Potter, don't you dare make a sound while I'm gone!"
He released his grip and krept out of the cupboard as quickly as he could without looking
back.
Authors note: I know this chapter sucks... ~_~
But sooner or later I had to write it, even though I've been avoiding it for God
knows how long! I know it sounds... I dunno... weird! But keep in mind that I'm not English,
so it's a bit difficult for me to express myself correctly.
So, what do you think?
Want me to continue?
Want me to make it a SLASH, or not?
If you think it's slashy now, with all the Harry-is-so-beautiful-stuff, that's just because
I happen to be completely obsessed with Harry ^_^
I know it's kinda boring right now, but don't worry, it will become better as the story
evolves. If you want me to continue, that is...
And if you want me to continue, then you must review!