A/N: Once again, I'm sorry I haven't updated. For a long while, I know. I'm trying here, I'm trying. (For more information, check out my bio… I apologized sincerely in there.)

Disclaimer: I want to buy Harry and Draco. Unfortunately, I don't have that kind of money. If I really owned them, would I want to buy them from myself? I'd have to be really…er…weird…if I tried to buy something from myself…. Er. I'll shut up now.

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"Harry, listen, I'm sorry."

Draco, Harry, and Snape were traveling down the corridor, going toward Snape's office. No doubt Snape was getting ready to tell them off…

"Sorry for what?" Harry hissed at Draco. He was so angry, he could hardly speak. They were going to lose at least one hundred points each, though he couldn't care less about Slytherin's house points. He could only think about everyone's faces when they found that Harry Potter, the Harry Potter, was in love with his supposed archenemy. Draco Malfoy…

"Malfoy, this is going to ruin everything," whispered Harry.

"Be quiet back there!" Snape's face was the color of tomatoes as he whirled around and silenced them with one glare.

"I know," Malfoy said sadly. Harry shot him a look of surprise—and questioning—but before he could see if Malfoy was really sad, the blonde's face had been masked. And they came to a stop, Harry nearly bouncing into Snape. Luckily, Draco's hand caught his and pulled him backward. Snape turned around and said in a low voice, "Were you going to tell them?"

Harry was confused. "Tell who?"

Apparently, Draco was too. He asked the same question at the same time. But before Harry could say anything more, he asked, "Tell who what?"

"Tell them you loooove each other," Snape said, in a sickeningly sweet voice. "But you know what… I have a little secret, too. And unless you want me to let everyone know about yours, you'll follow and agree with me. Or so help me"—his face leered closer to Harry's, his eyes gleaming dangerously—"I'll rip both your hearts out."

He opened the door with an ominous creak and tossed Draco and Harry in. They tumbled head over heels and landed in a tangle of bodies. Harry couldn't see anything—it was pitch black. Fear was racing in his chest, he was so scared he could hardly hear anything Draco was frantically whispering to him.

Snape stepped on Draco's robe, dragging him away from Harry. Harry's eyes were widening in the dark, and he could see Draco's silver hair, but nothing more. "Now it's time to give you a little fun," Snape said evilly.

Harry sat up. "Leave us alone! When we get out, we'll tell Dumbledore!" he said bravely. Draco added furiously, "My father will not be happy with you, Sna—"

"This was your father's idea," Snape hissed. "Don't blame me for things that he and his master planned."

A shiver ran up Harry's spine. This was more than Snape's maniacal cruelty…it included Voldemort… and little secrets? What could this mean?

"Hello, Harry." A candle flickered into life, and the room was filled with dim light. Harry turned around and nearly gave a yell of fright as Voldemort's familiar white face could be seen in the candlelight.

Draco scrambled over to him, his eyes nearly popping out of his head with fright. He was shaking. He had taken hold of Harry's arm and—

"Draco, I am disappointed in you." Voldemort turned to Draco. "I had such high hopes… you would have been the perfect spy. But you had to go and fall in love with trash, like Harry over here." He walked over and dragged Harry up. As soon as his long white fingers touched his skin, he let out a muffled scream of agony and fell backward, onto Draco.

They were both terrified, trying to see what Voldemort wanted. And it would soon become all too clear. Draco looked up and said in a small voice, "What has this got to do with me?"

"But I've already told you, Draco. Your father planned this—it has everything to do with you." Voldemort stepped forward and picked Draco up with little effort. The coldness of his hands made Draco shiver, but the cold was nothing compared to the terror his touch inflicted in his soul. "It is part of the Ritual. Before it is too late, I must become a part of you—otherwise you will not become a trustworthy follower."

"Wh-what?" squeaked Draco.

"And I thought you were clever," remarked Voldemort. "Lucius…!"

A silver-haired, gray-eyed man stepped out of the shadows. A spark of recognition started in Harry's chest, but fluttered into nothingness when he saw the robotic movements of the man. He looked like he was under some kind of brainwashing spell. "Yes, Master?" the man, Draco's father, said.

"Did you take him? Ever?"

"No, Master. You told me I mustn't, and I didn't. I knew that that would be your job."

"Good." Voldemort's eyes narrowed as he stared at Harry. "I will take care of you later, Harry," he hissed. "Now watch my magic." He laughed, brought Draco into the center of the room, where the silenced Harry, Snape, and Lucius watched…

…as he began to remove Draco's clothes.

A/N: That was cruel, wasn't it? Heh, well, sorry for the cliffhanger, but that's how the story goes! I hope you like it… =)