TITLE: Coming Down
RATING: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: *indicates thought*
Summary: Hermione's been kidnapped and instead of out there searching Harry stuck baby-sitting a newly converted, but drugged, Draco. Is it friendship or betrayal that Draco's offering, and does he even no himself?
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Slowly the world started to come back into focus. Only nothing looked familiar. He was lying on a strange bed, no dark black sheets covered him but a rich green doona. And he was still dressed, he must have passed out.
At least whoever had thought to cover him with the doona had thought to take his shoes off. Moving to sit he groaned, every muscle ached. What the hell was I doing last night? More importantly where the hell am I now? His head throbbed as he strained for an answer. He'd probably drunk too much, that was all.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. A rush of dizziness met him and he grabbed the bedpost. He struggled to keep his balance and remain conscious. He was so light headed and confused, like he suddenly had cotton balls for brains.
He made to move again when he noticed his hands. Blood, they were covered in dried blood, his sleeve soaked in it, memories stirred in his mind. This time when the dizziness came, Draco didn't fight it, he let it take him with it into the darkness.
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Draco was running. From the pain in his legs he realised he'd been running for a while. He didn't exactly know why, he just knew he had to get away. A sense of terror pressed him on. It couldn't have been the alcohol, he'd only had one wine for God's sake.
He knew he shouldn't be acting like this, so irrational, it wasn't exactly his style, but ever time he made to stop he heard it in the distance, the horrible anguished scream of someone in pain. That wasn't as bad as the sounds that followed though, the ones of malicious laughter. And it was getting closer.
He was flying through the woods at an incredible speed. Dodging trees and barely keeping balance. In the back of his mind he knew he should be exhausted by now, knew he couldn't go on like this much longer. He hit a tree root and went sprawling to his knees. His hands went down to steady themselves and landed in a stream. Water! He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. He gulped down as much as possible till he felt sick.
He looked down and saw his reflection in the stream. His faced was scratched by passing branches, his hair matted and dirty, but his eyes. God his eyes! The pupil had dilated till they were completely black, he looked inhuman, he looked like a monster. Somewhere in his mind he was aware that he'd been drugged, but all his could do was scream.
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Harry paced his lounge room, worry lines creased his face. Hermione was missing. It had been declared official now, he knew Ron was out there investigating and he wanted to be out there with him. Instead he was stuck baby sitting. Why me! Why aren't I out there searching instead of waiting for Hedwig to come back with any news? Silently he cursed Draco under he breath. He had to become a skitzo now didn't he? Couldn't have waited to go pick a side to fight on until after I found Hermione. God he was irritating! Selfish prat.
Harry tensed as he heard a thump come from his bedroom. "Malfoy? That you?" if it is I'm going to thump you for wasting my time. "Malfoy? You ok?" Hope not. Harry made his way to the door listening for an answer. Harry rolled his eyes, honestly why was he worried about? Draco's middle name was melodramatic. Harry opened the door and saw Draco's crumpled form by the bed. Rushing to his side Harry checked his vitals. He was still breathing, dam.
Sighing he heaved Draco up as best he could and put him back on the bed awkwardly. He took a moment to look at Draco. He was covered in dry blood. Most of it was his. What the hell had he been doing last night? Before Dumbledoor left he'd explained that Draco had been trying to scratch his own eyes out, and that Draco was lucky he bit his nails. He also said that Draco had made a choice. Harry and that something bad had happened to him last night. When he woke up he was going to need someone to talk to. Someone he knew whose side they were on.
Draco had been drugged and would probably be suffering side effects. "Potentially dangerous." Is what Dumbledoor had said, even wandless he would be, and he needed someone he could trust to watch him.
Harry sighed, trust? He wasn't so sure if Dumbledoor should have. At this moment Harry was feeling so annoyed at Draco that he might have killed him to rid himself of Draco's unconscious ass. He looked at Draco. He looked the same, even in sleep he had an air of arrogance. But I don't understand him anymore, not since graduation... Draco started groaning. God, I'm sitting here bored out of my brain and Draco's having perverted dreams just great. The groaning got louder and Harry recognized it wasn't the nice naughty kind, Draco seemed to be having a fit. His arms started flying wildly, then Draco started screaming.
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Draco lay on his back and sighed. He really couldn't be bothered with this tonight. He'd only graduated from Hogwarts a week ago and he was still recovering from the hang over and partly still from the battle. But in is father's usual style he was throwing a party.
It made no sense at all to Draco, Voldemort had lost two of the inner circle at the graduation battle. Obviously his father thought they had to drown their sorrows in style. Oh goody Death Eaters all round. Draco could just imagine the conversations that would come up.
"So Draco, what are you going to do now schools over?" and then that very heavy silence would follow, his parents expectant stares. *Oh no Draco, don't feel any pressure to join the dark side of the force. These second thoughts you've been having for the past 2 years are just a pesky little faze that you'll forget all about when you raping and murdering.*
Draco knew his father was starting to see through his excuses about waiting to receive the dark mark. Oh sure as far as everyone knew he was Gun-ho for the Dark Lord. But he'd become more and more disobedient, whenever his father saw his loyalty waning he suffered. *Maybe I should just stay up here and wallow in self-pity.* Draco knew better though.
He stood up and straightened his robes. Looking in the mirror his set his face to half sneer, half smirk. His gaze drifted to his eyes. He tried his hardest to turn them to ice, to rub all emotion from them. Any kind of emotion could be used against him downstairs. Even hate.
*When was the last time I smiled?* Draco shook the thought from his mind. His hearing caught sounds coming from the party. They sounded excited, Voldemort no doubt had just killed something, or was planning to. *God I hate them*. Disgusted at them, and then at himself for his lack of loyalty, Draco set his face and opened the door. It was show time.
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"Draco?" Someone was shaking him. "Draco?" Still shaking. "Malfoy!" This was beginning to get annoying. "For fucks sake Malfoy snap out of it" then SLAP! Draco's eyes flew open and he made to punch the thing that was causing him such discomfort. He missed, it was a feeble attempt anyhow, he felt so weak.
"What the fuck was that for?"
"Honestly Malfoy you were screaming you head off" Draco had to concentrate to focus on the other person.
"Potter what the fuck are you doing here?" He saw Harry roll his eyes.
"Well it is my house you know."
Odd. Why the fuck was he in Harry's house. Things started coming back to Draco. Something had happened last night, something… but what! God his brain hurt. And now of all places to be, he was in Harry fucking Potter's house. Maybe it was Potter who did it. He stared at the blood on his hands. *Whose blood? Mine?* He wouldn't put it past Potter to do something like this. He'd probably pretended to help him so he could get him alone. He knew Potter hated him, he was probably trying to kill him. *THE FUCKING NERVE!!!*
"Ahh Malfoy you look kind of funny, you ok?"
Draco saw Harry tense. *Good, be nervous you stupid prat.* That fucking coward, thought he could pull one over a Malfoy!
"Malfoy?"
"Yes"
"You ok" Draco smiled.
"Never better" then he pounced.
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"Enjoying the party Darling" Draco turned to face his mother. She looked stunning in her dress robes, truly breathtaking, but deadly. She handed him a red wine. Draco sculled it quickly. He might as well try to enjoy himself, or embarrass his parents trying.
"It's lovely mother."
"A right treat, a lot of us are here darling." Draco didn't need to ask who 'us' were. "It's a pity the Dark Lord himself couldn't make it"
"It is indeed a shame." *Busy man the Dark Lord. Places to go, people to kill.*
"I know your father is just dying for you to meet" *Oh here we go.* "Your father talks to him of you all the time, and I know when the time comes, you won't disappoint."
"Of course not Mother, it's all I think of."
Narcissa kissed her son and disappeared into the crowd. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He'd escaped for now, he hadn't been lying to his mother when he said it was all he thought about. Meeting Voldemort was in his mind always, because when the time came, he would have to make his choice.
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"Ah Malfoy you look kind of funny, you ok?"
Harry was a little freaked out, Malfoy's eyes had gone completely black, no iris, no whites to be seen. There was something predatory flashing in those eyes, something inhuman. Harry tried to think of a way of going for his wand without alarming Draco. He seemed so weak before, when he took a swing at him, but Dumbledoor's warning stuck in his mind, 'potentially dangerous.'
"Malfoy"
"Yes" Harry saw Draco tense.
"You ok?"
"Never better"
Suddenly Draco was on him. Harry didn't even get to his wand before Draco had his hands around his throat. The two boys struggled, hitting the floor hard. Draco was freakishly strong and quickly getting control of the situation. He was also screaming like a banshee right in Harry's ear.
Could the drugs really be doing this to him? Or was this all part of a plan Draco's to get me alone so he could kill him? *That Fucking Bustard! Wanted to be a spy my ass! THE FUCKING NERVE!!!* Harry tried to reach for his wand but Draco easily overpowered him. The fingers around his throat were tightening and the world began to go dim. *God, I'm going to die and the last thing I'm going to see is Draco Malfoy.*
Suddenly Harry felt the pressure released from his throat. He sat up gasping for air and surprised to be alive. *What the fuck was going on?* On the floor next to him Draco was withering in pain, holding onto his stomach and having spasms of pain. Harry gave him a look of disbelief.
*Oh this was rich.* When it didn't look like the fit was subsiding Harry bound Draco's wrists with a few quick words. Limping to the kitchen Harry resolved that next time he would go missing and Hermione could baby-sit Draco.
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Harry,
Draco's been drugged with a black market potion named 'Venenum.' It's highly addictive and highly illegal. They make it from boomslang venom and dragon's blood, just to name a few of its toxic ingredients. Hopefully he has only had the one dose as withdrawal can be quite difficult and his going to need to stay with you for the next 24 hours at least Harry. Expect him to be extremely paranoid, there will be extreme emotional shifts and probable blackouts. There is also temporary amnesia and usually anything done under the influence of Venenum the taker won't ever want to remember.
It's true purpose is to turn the taker into a Pulbestia, it's like becoming part animal part demon and only the basic human instincts survive it. Muggles have records of it occurring but they refer to it as a 'possession' like in that muggle movie the Exorcism (it's not very accurate but it's your only point of reference) Any recording of it being used never ends to well for the taker if they're left alone for it to wear off.
I can't stress how much you need to stay with him Harry, I know you don't get along but he may harm himself if his left alone, and there's no telling what he'll do if he gets out by himself.
In more pressing news we found the Dark Mark at Hermione's. I know it doesn't look good but we found scorch marks and her wand. It was definitely a kidnapping but we're still unsure why. There was no note, no demands, but don't worry Harry we won't give up till we've got her. But Harry, STAY with Draco.
…Remus
Harry scrunched up the letter. This was pathetic, 'STAY with Draco' like a bloody dog. *They just don't want me out there because of what happened at Graduation.* Aggravated Harry hit the wall ignoring the pain that shot up his arm. He was sick of being coddled, he'd been accepted into the Aurora training program for Merlin's sake. And they were still treating him like a 12 year old who didn't no that there really were monster out to get him.
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Pain. Lot's of pain. *Can't hurt the grey things it fights back. Can't rip it. Can't tear it. Got to Run.* He tried desperately to escape, crawling along the floor. Under a blanket. Ripped Off. Under a table. Turned over. The grey thing was stronger than him. *Means I'm prey. Can't hurt it, must run then. Keep going, get away, need to get away.* The corner was no escape but it was where he ended up. He crawled into a little ball. *Protect the mouth, need to eat. Just want to get away. Need to get away.*
"Draco look at me"
His breath stifled, the grey thing could speak, loud voice, calm voice.
"Draco open your eyes. You need to look at me" *Protect eyes, need to see.*
"Draco I know your frightened but you need to look at me" The voice was strong, he opened his eyes. The grey thing looked like him. Only wrinkly and more hairy. He looked into his eyes. They held him there and he couldn't look away. He wasn't frightened anymore, his breathing was returning to normal. The world was slowly starting to make sense again.
"Professor Dumbledoor?"
"It's good to see you Draco"
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The pain was unbearable. So bad it was blinding, like someone kept stabbing him in the stomach over and over. His entire body convulsed uncontrollably for what seemed like a lifetime. Every now and then there would be a small gap and he'd think the worst was over but that it never the case. Then as quickly as they'd come on, they were gone. Draco lay gasping for air. *Merlin that was awful.* He tried to sit up but his hands and feet were tied.
Memories came back to him easier this time. He'd been drugged that's why the mind splitting cramps. Last night he'd agreed to become spy, but he couldn't remember why, he'd been thinking about it for a while but he hadn't thought he was ready yet.
The entire night was still hazy, bits and pieces kept coming to him in no particular order. *Oh hang on, I just tried to kill Harry. Oh Great job Draco you git! Join a side then try to kill their most beloved member, your going to make the bestest good guy ever.*
"Potter!" no answer. "Potter you git come and untie me!" *Maybe I should apologies. Screw it! I'm still under the influence it's not my fault.* He might have swapped sides but he was still a Malfoy, pride and all. Draco heard footsteps approach.
"You called" Harry swung into sight slumping against the doorframe giving him a look worthy of his best. *Where was the sympathy!*
"Aren't you going to untie me?" All he did was raise and eyebrow. He made no move for his wand. "Untie me this instance!" Of all the indignities, being tied up by a Potter.
"And I should do it because we're such good friends or because you just tried to kill me?"
"This isn't funny Potter"
"I wasn't laughing Malfoy." Draco had half the mind to crawl over there and bite his ankles. The man survived attempts on his life all the time, why was he taking this one so seriously.
"It's not like I meant it"
"You didn't mean to almost kill me"
"Yes"
"You did mean to kill me?"
"No! I…" Draco saw a glint in Harry's eyes, he was enjoying this! Draco sighed. *Your on the side of good Draco, you may not kill, not even the annoying.*
"Look, I'm, I'm sorry alright. I didn't no what I was doing. Someone's drugged me with something and I can't control what I'm doing." Draco sniffed. *Oh my god was I'm getting emotional.* "I hate it, I don't know what I'm doing! I don't know how I got here and I don't know where this blood came from" Harry was looking a little uneasy. *Holy Crap I'm starting to cry!* "And I'm all alone! I've betrayed my family and I'm crying in front of a Potter!"
"Look Malfoy…" Draco's body was shaking with the force of his sobs.
"I'm a failure! A disgrace to the Malfoy's! And I'm still crying! What's wrong with me! Any normal person would have just received the dark mark but oh no not Draco! Not Stupid! Idiotic! Draco! His brains are so fucked up he'll cry in front of his worst enemy!"
"Draco it's the drugs, there's nothing wrong with you it's just the drugs!"
"The, the dru-ugs?"
"Yes it fucks with your emotions! Like a chick with PMS! There's nothing wrong with you! And I think for once in your life there is something right with you because you've made a hard choice, but the right one!"
Draco stopped crying. Just like that. Something in the way Harry said that gave him validation he'd been looking for. Of course he did the right thing, He was a Malfoy. Draco straightened his back and sat up as best he could.
"So are you going to take these off now or what?" He said motioning at his hands.
"If you try to kill me again I'm going to be very upset"
"Please, I think I'm starting to get control of this thing"
"Mmmhmm" Draco pretended not to hear any sarcasm. Suddenly the bonds fell from his body. Draco looked at Harry in shock.
"You didn't use your wand"
"I don't need to for simple spells" He stared at Harry mouth open, Harry looked uncomfortable. "Not since 6th year when Professor Parkinson…." Draco saw a look of pain cross Harry's face. He'd heard the rumors about Professor Parkinson, the 6th year DADA teacher doing something to Harry. He knew it had almost killed him, His parents had been ecstatic.
"Um listen can I have a shower I stink?" Smooth change of subject Draco. "You no blood, mud, my hair could be brown for all anyone knows" Harry smirked.
"It's through to your left, there are towels in the cupboard." Harry turned to walk back out of the bedroom.
"Hey Potter, What shampoo do you have in there"
"Does it matter?" Harry turned and gave him a puzzled look.
"I don't want my hair to end up looking like yours do I?"
Draco smiled as Harry walked out of the room subconsciously trying to pat down messy brown hair.
RATING: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, if I did I'm sure I'd be richer
Authors note: *indicates thought*
Summary: Hermione's been kidnapped and instead of out there searching Harry stuck baby-sitting a newly converted, but drugged, Draco. Is it friendship or betrayal that Draco's offering, and does he even no himself?
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Slowly the world started to come back into focus. Only nothing looked familiar. He was lying on a strange bed, no dark black sheets covered him but a rich green doona. And he was still dressed, he must have passed out.
At least whoever had thought to cover him with the doona had thought to take his shoes off. Moving to sit he groaned, every muscle ached. What the hell was I doing last night? More importantly where the hell am I now? His head throbbed as he strained for an answer. He'd probably drunk too much, that was all.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. A rush of dizziness met him and he grabbed the bedpost. He struggled to keep his balance and remain conscious. He was so light headed and confused, like he suddenly had cotton balls for brains.
He made to move again when he noticed his hands. Blood, they were covered in dried blood, his sleeve soaked in it, memories stirred in his mind. This time when the dizziness came, Draco didn't fight it, he let it take him with it into the darkness.
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Draco was running. From the pain in his legs he realised he'd been running for a while. He didn't exactly know why, he just knew he had to get away. A sense of terror pressed him on. It couldn't have been the alcohol, he'd only had one wine for God's sake.
He knew he shouldn't be acting like this, so irrational, it wasn't exactly his style, but ever time he made to stop he heard it in the distance, the horrible anguished scream of someone in pain. That wasn't as bad as the sounds that followed though, the ones of malicious laughter. And it was getting closer.
He was flying through the woods at an incredible speed. Dodging trees and barely keeping balance. In the back of his mind he knew he should be exhausted by now, knew he couldn't go on like this much longer. He hit a tree root and went sprawling to his knees. His hands went down to steady themselves and landed in a stream. Water! He hadn't realized how thirsty he was. He gulped down as much as possible till he felt sick.
He looked down and saw his reflection in the stream. His faced was scratched by passing branches, his hair matted and dirty, but his eyes. God his eyes! The pupil had dilated till they were completely black, he looked inhuman, he looked like a monster. Somewhere in his mind he was aware that he'd been drugged, but all his could do was scream.
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Harry paced his lounge room, worry lines creased his face. Hermione was missing. It had been declared official now, he knew Ron was out there investigating and he wanted to be out there with him. Instead he was stuck baby sitting. Why me! Why aren't I out there searching instead of waiting for Hedwig to come back with any news? Silently he cursed Draco under he breath. He had to become a skitzo now didn't he? Couldn't have waited to go pick a side to fight on until after I found Hermione. God he was irritating! Selfish prat.
Harry tensed as he heard a thump come from his bedroom. "Malfoy? That you?" if it is I'm going to thump you for wasting my time. "Malfoy? You ok?" Hope not. Harry made his way to the door listening for an answer. Harry rolled his eyes, honestly why was he worried about? Draco's middle name was melodramatic. Harry opened the door and saw Draco's crumpled form by the bed. Rushing to his side Harry checked his vitals. He was still breathing, dam.
Sighing he heaved Draco up as best he could and put him back on the bed awkwardly. He took a moment to look at Draco. He was covered in dry blood. Most of it was his. What the hell had he been doing last night? Before Dumbledoor left he'd explained that Draco had been trying to scratch his own eyes out, and that Draco was lucky he bit his nails. He also said that Draco had made a choice. Harry and that something bad had happened to him last night. When he woke up he was going to need someone to talk to. Someone he knew whose side they were on.
Draco had been drugged and would probably be suffering side effects. "Potentially dangerous." Is what Dumbledoor had said, even wandless he would be, and he needed someone he could trust to watch him.
Harry sighed, trust? He wasn't so sure if Dumbledoor should have. At this moment Harry was feeling so annoyed at Draco that he might have killed him to rid himself of Draco's unconscious ass. He looked at Draco. He looked the same, even in sleep he had an air of arrogance. But I don't understand him anymore, not since graduation... Draco started groaning. God, I'm sitting here bored out of my brain and Draco's having perverted dreams just great. The groaning got louder and Harry recognized it wasn't the nice naughty kind, Draco seemed to be having a fit. His arms started flying wildly, then Draco started screaming.
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Draco lay on his back and sighed. He really couldn't be bothered with this tonight. He'd only graduated from Hogwarts a week ago and he was still recovering from the hang over and partly still from the battle. But in is father's usual style he was throwing a party.
It made no sense at all to Draco, Voldemort had lost two of the inner circle at the graduation battle. Obviously his father thought they had to drown their sorrows in style. Oh goody Death Eaters all round. Draco could just imagine the conversations that would come up.
"So Draco, what are you going to do now schools over?" and then that very heavy silence would follow, his parents expectant stares. *Oh no Draco, don't feel any pressure to join the dark side of the force. These second thoughts you've been having for the past 2 years are just a pesky little faze that you'll forget all about when you raping and murdering.*
Draco knew his father was starting to see through his excuses about waiting to receive the dark mark. Oh sure as far as everyone knew he was Gun-ho for the Dark Lord. But he'd become more and more disobedient, whenever his father saw his loyalty waning he suffered. *Maybe I should just stay up here and wallow in self-pity.* Draco knew better though.
He stood up and straightened his robes. Looking in the mirror his set his face to half sneer, half smirk. His gaze drifted to his eyes. He tried his hardest to turn them to ice, to rub all emotion from them. Any kind of emotion could be used against him downstairs. Even hate.
*When was the last time I smiled?* Draco shook the thought from his mind. His hearing caught sounds coming from the party. They sounded excited, Voldemort no doubt had just killed something, or was planning to. *God I hate them*. Disgusted at them, and then at himself for his lack of loyalty, Draco set his face and opened the door. It was show time.
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"Draco?" Someone was shaking him. "Draco?" Still shaking. "Malfoy!" This was beginning to get annoying. "For fucks sake Malfoy snap out of it" then SLAP! Draco's eyes flew open and he made to punch the thing that was causing him such discomfort. He missed, it was a feeble attempt anyhow, he felt so weak.
"What the fuck was that for?"
"Honestly Malfoy you were screaming you head off" Draco had to concentrate to focus on the other person.
"Potter what the fuck are you doing here?" He saw Harry roll his eyes.
"Well it is my house you know."
Odd. Why the fuck was he in Harry's house. Things started coming back to Draco. Something had happened last night, something… but what! God his brain hurt. And now of all places to be, he was in Harry fucking Potter's house. Maybe it was Potter who did it. He stared at the blood on his hands. *Whose blood? Mine?* He wouldn't put it past Potter to do something like this. He'd probably pretended to help him so he could get him alone. He knew Potter hated him, he was probably trying to kill him. *THE FUCKING NERVE!!!*
"Ahh Malfoy you look kind of funny, you ok?"
Draco saw Harry tense. *Good, be nervous you stupid prat.* That fucking coward, thought he could pull one over a Malfoy!
"Malfoy?"
"Yes"
"You ok" Draco smiled.
"Never better" then he pounced.
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"Enjoying the party Darling" Draco turned to face his mother. She looked stunning in her dress robes, truly breathtaking, but deadly. She handed him a red wine. Draco sculled it quickly. He might as well try to enjoy himself, or embarrass his parents trying.
"It's lovely mother."
"A right treat, a lot of us are here darling." Draco didn't need to ask who 'us' were. "It's a pity the Dark Lord himself couldn't make it"
"It is indeed a shame." *Busy man the Dark Lord. Places to go, people to kill.*
"I know your father is just dying for you to meet" *Oh here we go.* "Your father talks to him of you all the time, and I know when the time comes, you won't disappoint."
"Of course not Mother, it's all I think of."
Narcissa kissed her son and disappeared into the crowd. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. He'd escaped for now, he hadn't been lying to his mother when he said it was all he thought about. Meeting Voldemort was in his mind always, because when the time came, he would have to make his choice.
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"Ah Malfoy you look kind of funny, you ok?"
Harry was a little freaked out, Malfoy's eyes had gone completely black, no iris, no whites to be seen. There was something predatory flashing in those eyes, something inhuman. Harry tried to think of a way of going for his wand without alarming Draco. He seemed so weak before, when he took a swing at him, but Dumbledoor's warning stuck in his mind, 'potentially dangerous.'
"Malfoy"
"Yes" Harry saw Draco tense.
"You ok?"
"Never better"
Suddenly Draco was on him. Harry didn't even get to his wand before Draco had his hands around his throat. The two boys struggled, hitting the floor hard. Draco was freakishly strong and quickly getting control of the situation. He was also screaming like a banshee right in Harry's ear.
Could the drugs really be doing this to him? Or was this all part of a plan Draco's to get me alone so he could kill him? *That Fucking Bustard! Wanted to be a spy my ass! THE FUCKING NERVE!!!* Harry tried to reach for his wand but Draco easily overpowered him. The fingers around his throat were tightening and the world began to go dim. *God, I'm going to die and the last thing I'm going to see is Draco Malfoy.*
Suddenly Harry felt the pressure released from his throat. He sat up gasping for air and surprised to be alive. *What the fuck was going on?* On the floor next to him Draco was withering in pain, holding onto his stomach and having spasms of pain. Harry gave him a look of disbelief.
*Oh this was rich.* When it didn't look like the fit was subsiding Harry bound Draco's wrists with a few quick words. Limping to the kitchen Harry resolved that next time he would go missing and Hermione could baby-sit Draco.
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Harry,
Draco's been drugged with a black market potion named 'Venenum.' It's highly addictive and highly illegal. They make it from boomslang venom and dragon's blood, just to name a few of its toxic ingredients. Hopefully he has only had the one dose as withdrawal can be quite difficult and his going to need to stay with you for the next 24 hours at least Harry. Expect him to be extremely paranoid, there will be extreme emotional shifts and probable blackouts. There is also temporary amnesia and usually anything done under the influence of Venenum the taker won't ever want to remember.
It's true purpose is to turn the taker into a Pulbestia, it's like becoming part animal part demon and only the basic human instincts survive it. Muggles have records of it occurring but they refer to it as a 'possession' like in that muggle movie the Exorcism (it's not very accurate but it's your only point of reference) Any recording of it being used never ends to well for the taker if they're left alone for it to wear off.
I can't stress how much you need to stay with him Harry, I know you don't get along but he may harm himself if his left alone, and there's no telling what he'll do if he gets out by himself.
In more pressing news we found the Dark Mark at Hermione's. I know it doesn't look good but we found scorch marks and her wand. It was definitely a kidnapping but we're still unsure why. There was no note, no demands, but don't worry Harry we won't give up till we've got her. But Harry, STAY with Draco.
…Remus
Harry scrunched up the letter. This was pathetic, 'STAY with Draco' like a bloody dog. *They just don't want me out there because of what happened at Graduation.* Aggravated Harry hit the wall ignoring the pain that shot up his arm. He was sick of being coddled, he'd been accepted into the Aurora training program for Merlin's sake. And they were still treating him like a 12 year old who didn't no that there really were monster out to get him.
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Pain. Lot's of pain. *Can't hurt the grey things it fights back. Can't rip it. Can't tear it. Got to Run.* He tried desperately to escape, crawling along the floor. Under a blanket. Ripped Off. Under a table. Turned over. The grey thing was stronger than him. *Means I'm prey. Can't hurt it, must run then. Keep going, get away, need to get away.* The corner was no escape but it was where he ended up. He crawled into a little ball. *Protect the mouth, need to eat. Just want to get away. Need to get away.*
"Draco look at me"
His breath stifled, the grey thing could speak, loud voice, calm voice.
"Draco open your eyes. You need to look at me" *Protect eyes, need to see.*
"Draco I know your frightened but you need to look at me" The voice was strong, he opened his eyes. The grey thing looked like him. Only wrinkly and more hairy. He looked into his eyes. They held him there and he couldn't look away. He wasn't frightened anymore, his breathing was returning to normal. The world was slowly starting to make sense again.
"Professor Dumbledoor?"
"It's good to see you Draco"
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The pain was unbearable. So bad it was blinding, like someone kept stabbing him in the stomach over and over. His entire body convulsed uncontrollably for what seemed like a lifetime. Every now and then there would be a small gap and he'd think the worst was over but that it never the case. Then as quickly as they'd come on, they were gone. Draco lay gasping for air. *Merlin that was awful.* He tried to sit up but his hands and feet were tied.
Memories came back to him easier this time. He'd been drugged that's why the mind splitting cramps. Last night he'd agreed to become spy, but he couldn't remember why, he'd been thinking about it for a while but he hadn't thought he was ready yet.
The entire night was still hazy, bits and pieces kept coming to him in no particular order. *Oh hang on, I just tried to kill Harry. Oh Great job Draco you git! Join a side then try to kill their most beloved member, your going to make the bestest good guy ever.*
"Potter!" no answer. "Potter you git come and untie me!" *Maybe I should apologies. Screw it! I'm still under the influence it's not my fault.* He might have swapped sides but he was still a Malfoy, pride and all. Draco heard footsteps approach.
"You called" Harry swung into sight slumping against the doorframe giving him a look worthy of his best. *Where was the sympathy!*
"Aren't you going to untie me?" All he did was raise and eyebrow. He made no move for his wand. "Untie me this instance!" Of all the indignities, being tied up by a Potter.
"And I should do it because we're such good friends or because you just tried to kill me?"
"This isn't funny Potter"
"I wasn't laughing Malfoy." Draco had half the mind to crawl over there and bite his ankles. The man survived attempts on his life all the time, why was he taking this one so seriously.
"It's not like I meant it"
"You didn't mean to almost kill me"
"Yes"
"You did mean to kill me?"
"No! I…" Draco saw a glint in Harry's eyes, he was enjoying this! Draco sighed. *Your on the side of good Draco, you may not kill, not even the annoying.*
"Look, I'm, I'm sorry alright. I didn't no what I was doing. Someone's drugged me with something and I can't control what I'm doing." Draco sniffed. *Oh my god was I'm getting emotional.* "I hate it, I don't know what I'm doing! I don't know how I got here and I don't know where this blood came from" Harry was looking a little uneasy. *Holy Crap I'm starting to cry!* "And I'm all alone! I've betrayed my family and I'm crying in front of a Potter!"
"Look Malfoy…" Draco's body was shaking with the force of his sobs.
"I'm a failure! A disgrace to the Malfoy's! And I'm still crying! What's wrong with me! Any normal person would have just received the dark mark but oh no not Draco! Not Stupid! Idiotic! Draco! His brains are so fucked up he'll cry in front of his worst enemy!"
"Draco it's the drugs, there's nothing wrong with you it's just the drugs!"
"The, the dru-ugs?"
"Yes it fucks with your emotions! Like a chick with PMS! There's nothing wrong with you! And I think for once in your life there is something right with you because you've made a hard choice, but the right one!"
Draco stopped crying. Just like that. Something in the way Harry said that gave him validation he'd been looking for. Of course he did the right thing, He was a Malfoy. Draco straightened his back and sat up as best he could.
"So are you going to take these off now or what?" He said motioning at his hands.
"If you try to kill me again I'm going to be very upset"
"Please, I think I'm starting to get control of this thing"
"Mmmhmm" Draco pretended not to hear any sarcasm. Suddenly the bonds fell from his body. Draco looked at Harry in shock.
"You didn't use your wand"
"I don't need to for simple spells" He stared at Harry mouth open, Harry looked uncomfortable. "Not since 6th year when Professor Parkinson…." Draco saw a look of pain cross Harry's face. He'd heard the rumors about Professor Parkinson, the 6th year DADA teacher doing something to Harry. He knew it had almost killed him, His parents had been ecstatic.
"Um listen can I have a shower I stink?" Smooth change of subject Draco. "You no blood, mud, my hair could be brown for all anyone knows" Harry smirked.
"It's through to your left, there are towels in the cupboard." Harry turned to walk back out of the bedroom.
"Hey Potter, What shampoo do you have in there"
"Does it matter?" Harry turned and gave him a puzzled look.
"I don't want my hair to end up looking like yours do I?"
Draco smiled as Harry walked out of the room subconsciously trying to pat down messy brown hair.