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Quick note: Because of the reviews I have gotten I'm posting the rest of the story. If you flame me you will be made fun of in the next chapter. You have been warned. This is to stop all death threats, even thought I haven't gotten any. Also, when I said that I would like you to guess why I was naming the chptrs how I was, I just wanted to make you think about what was important in the chptrs. I'll tell why they are all named how they are soon.

To Love A Nazi

Chptr. 7- Tryst

Draco looked in the mirror again. He was going to one of the camps in about and hour. Because he was the second in command he had to look his best. There were two reasons why he was going today. There were more important things he should be doing. But, this trip was overdue. Besides he needed to get out of this place. He thought about the reasons why he was taking this trip again.

The first reason was to check on how the camp was running. Sure, Hitler got reports he read on how it was doing. The only problem with those reports was that they most likely were made up of lies. Even if the camp was doing badly, no one wanted to tell Hitler that, so they lied and said that it was doing fine. When Hitler had found out about his people lying to him, he had come to Draco and asked him to take surprise trips to camps to see how they really were doing. Draco, ever eager to get away from him, said he would take the trips. It was always so satisfying to see the surprise on the soldier's faces when their second in command came into the camp. It was common knowledge that Hitler was only a face that looked good and could make people follow it. The true commander of the Nazis was the second in command, Draco.

Draco was the one who make sure that there was nothing that could ever be not foreseen in destroying Hitler's next great plan. Draco was also the one who helped give Hitler his ideas for his next great plan. Hitler never would know about some of the things that would have gone wrong in his plans if Draco hadn't seen them and fixed them right away.

Draco smiled in the mirror as he thought about the stories that were going around the army about him. He was the one who was talked about as a legend. No one he had ever met said anything bad about him. The whole of the Nazi army is afraid of me and for good reasons to, he thought to himself. They said if you meet him on a street in normal clothes in a good mood, you would think that he was your everyday good dweller of whatever city he was in. But, if you were to meet him when he was acting as the second in command of a great and powerful army, you would be scared of him for lifetimes after.

His thoughts then shifted to the second reason why he was going to the camp. It was more of a personal reason than anything else. The camp he was going to was the camp that held the man all of the Nazis wanted to fuck. He wanted this man. Wanted him more than he wanted to live. And he would get this man, then he would have him until he was sick of him.

It was time to go. The car was waiting and he was ready to go. He walked down the stairs, clearing his head of any thoughts or feelings. If he was to show he was in power he had to be as cold as ice. That was the trick to this job. To not let anything or anyone in the camp get under his skin he had to put up a shield.

The driver opened up the car door for him. He got in. It was always the same. He would be getting into the car, the next moment he would be getting out of the car to go look at the camp.

God, my life is so easy to say what will happen in every moment. I HATE this! My life is supposed to have different days, and be so grand, but it isn't. Everyday seems to be the same. I wish things would change soon, he thought to himself and sighed.

The door was opened again by a silent driver. Draco got out, and wasn't surprised to see that no one was waiting for him. After all he was unexpected. He went up to the gate and knocked. He smiled as the guard hurried to get to the gate.

"Who are you? And what is your business here?," the guard demanded to know.

"I am Draco Malfoy, the second in command of this army that you work in. My business is no matter to you because you are to junior to know the matters of those above you. I ask that you now open this gate and tell no one that I am here until I wish for them to know," Draco answered in his 'I-don't-care-about-anything' voice.

"Of course, sir! Right away. If there is anything else you need, come to me and I'll try to help you out," the guard saluted Draco as he walked past, into the gate.

Draco started to make a list in his head of everything the report had said was okay, but wasn't. One of those things was how well the people in the camp were watched. As Draco, wandered around he saw that there were only a few guards watching over all of the people getting food. Draco had seen enough. The soldiers that had written the report given to Hitler were lying. And the rule the Nazis lived by, or at least those that Draco had trained, was that no liars would be tolerated in their army. So, those that had lied must be dealt with.

He walked to the officer's quarters. He walked in. There were many protests by those inside, but the minute they saw his uniform they shut up. They, unlike the guard at the gate, knew who he was. They saluted him and watched as he walked farther into the quarters. Draco was thinking of nothing as he walked into the main part of the building. The place was all of the officers hung out, when they weren't on duty. As soon as the soldiers saw his uniform, they fell into their ranks and saluted him.

"Well, I'm glad to see that you all know what to do when there is a superior in your presences. Where is the head of this excuse for a camp?," Draco looked around, not seeing anyone come forward. Then he heard a sound behind him and he turned with such speed that it made everyone there blink. There was a man behind him. A somewhat fat man.

"I take it you are the head of this camp?", Draco stretched the word 'camp'.

"Yes, I am. And you would be Draco Malfoy. Well sir, what can we do for you here? May I also ask, why are you here?," the man asked.

"I am Draco Malfoy. I came here to look at this camp. The report we at headquarters were given is not true, from what I've seen. I wonder why anyone would lie about what is happening? My business here was to find out if you were lying about what was happening here at your camp. It seems like my business is almost done. The last thing I'm here for is to see if a rumor I've heard is true. Is there a man here, with green eyes and is a whore for some of the men?," Draco informed the fat man. His voice said that talking about the camp was over. There would be no more talking about what he found that was so bad about the camp.

" Why, yes there is, why do you ask sir?"

"I would like to meet this man."

"Of course, sir. Anything you wish. Go get him," he told one of the men who was standing near him. The man rushed to do what he was order to do. The fat man tried to get Draco into talking as the man wad gone, but Draco wouldn't talk. So, they waited in silence until the man got back with the whore.

"This is him, sir."

Draco walked up to the whore and walked around him. Looking at all parts of him. Then he walked up to the whore's face and looked in him the eye. Draco was surprised at what he saw. The eyes seemed almost dead, but they had the smallest spark of life still in them.

"Because of the fact I don't want to call you 'whore' forever, what is your name?"

The whore looked back at him and said nothing. Then as the fat man was about to answer for the whore, he said, "My name is Harry."

Draco looked at the fat man. The words that came out of his mouth shocked everyone, but himself. "Well, then. Thank you all for your kindness, but Harry and I must be leaving right now. I have meetings in a hour and can't be late for any of them. Good bye."

The fat man looked at him in surprise. "you're taking him? I thought that you only wanted to see if he was real, sir."

"Yes, I'm taking him. Do you have a problem with that?," Draco's voice had gotten very low.

The fat man saw that if he got in any deeper with Draco he would get hurt. So, he just said, "no, sir."

"Good. Harry, we have to go." Draco left, knowing that Harry was following him. Draco could hear the whispers about him as he left. He had showed them that everything that was said about the second in commander was true.

They walked out of the camp. The car was there waiting for them, just like how Draco had left it. The driver came out and opened the door for Harry and Draco. They got in. That's when Harry decided that he could talk.

"Why me? Why did you want me? You could have anything, if I saw correctly, from the way those men were treating you," Harry asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Draco was surprised. He wasn't expecting Harry to say anything until he was addressed. "Why you? Because you sounded interesting. I felt like having you. I get what ever I want."

"What will you do to me?"

"You will be mine. You will do what ever I want you to do. I can't tell you right now what I may want you to do at any time, because I won't know until right before I tell you what to do."

"I'm going to be your whore. I shouldn't be surprised. That's all the men wanted be to be at the camps anyway."

Draco was surprised again at what this man in front of him could pick up from what he wasn't saying. "Yes, you will be my whore. But, only mine. None, but me will ever touch you from now on."

"Do you want my to start being your whore now?," Harry asked. Draco looked into his eyes again. It seemed as if Harry had drawn back into his head. Harry was better at hiding his feelings, than even he or Hitler were.

"No. I will not let anybody as dirty as you touch me. When we get back to HQ, I will take you to my rooms where you will live with me. Then you will get cleaned up. If we are lucky, I will be able to get back to have dinner with you. If I don't get back, then you will have dinner by yourself. Don't go out of the rooms without me or one of the guards I will be giving you. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, because we are at HQ."

They both got out of the car and headed inside. Soon they reached Draco's rooms. It was more than Harry had thought Draco meant when he had said 'his rooms'.

"I must leave you here. I trust that you will be able to find the bathroom after you look around. I'll see you soon." With that Draco left.

Harry looked around the rooms. He started to smile, he hadn't smiled since he and Mela had talked about their dreams. His mind was beginning to come alive again. The main thought that went through his mind was that this was the first day that his true life would take off. All of the other lives he had were just leading up to this one. He found the bathroom and started to undress. He was going to take his first, true shower now. This was the first time he could really get clean since he had gotten into the second camp.

In another part of the building that HQ was in, Draco was thinking of Harry. He was wondering if he had made the right choice in bringing him here. He was wondering his own judgment. This wasn't the first time since his father had died that he questioned himself. There was no time to think of that now. He had to become the second in command and take control. Another thing on his mind was to put someone new in control of the camp he had gone to today. Most likely someone he had trained. What would happen now was up to the fates. He had done all he could to make himself happy.

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I hope that this chptr has made up for all the other short ones. I like this chptr, even if I did have to right in third person, which is something I hate to do. Craven means fear or close to it. All the other chapters names where about what was going on in the chapters. A few of them had the name of the chapter in a line. Tryst means meeting or close to it.