Title: Emotion Sickness

Author: Miss T

Spoilers: Takes place after The Chamber of Secrets book - kind of my own interpretation of their 3rd year at Hogwarts. Or how I would like it to be.

Rating: PG13, so far

Main characters: Draco, Harry

Pairings: DM/HP to come later, so if you don't like slash, don't read it

Notes: yes… yes… its dragging on a wee bit. I apologise lol

Disclaimer: Ms Rowling owns the characters and everything… not me :( However I am responsible for the plot, and the town of Bettersmeade. Oh, and JK - kudos for the excellent world of HP.

Dedicated to: argh, I wasn't gonna do this cuz it might make it sound cheesy but hey what the hell – to Dan and Tom!

Emotion Sickness

Chapter 11 – Life Behind Enemy Lines

Draco woke with a start and almost forgot where he was. If it wasn't for the faint noise of Harry's breathing and the bundle of warmth wrapped around him like an envelope, Draco would be scared.

Slowly and gently pulling Harry off him, Draco winced as he sat up, the pain in his legs and back cramping like no pain he had felt before. As he turned, he got the fright of his life when he came face to face with the last person he would ever expect to find him with Harry in his arms.



As the 5 wizards searched the forest, they came across Harry and Draco's brooms, lying ownerless around the well that had sucked them both into Bettersmeade the previous day.

"Dumbledore!" Snape shouted, pointing a narrow finger to the well. "I think they've discovered the entrance…"

Dumbledore walked over to the well and slowly peered inside, ignoring the two broomsticks he nearly tripped over to do so.

He nodded to himself and looked back up at Snape.

"Bettersmeade?" Snape breathed, and watched Dumbledore as he nodded.

"Let's hope so, Severus. Let us hope so."

The 3 other wizards from the Ministry came trundling along behind Dumbledore, exchanging worried glances. "They can't have made it through that forest!" The short dumpy one retorted.

"They are both intelligent boys, Arthur!" Dumbledore replied, looking at the other wizard over his half-moon glasses. "I know that Harry is still alive. I can feel it" The short dumpy wizard thought for a second, and nodded his head slowly.

"I shall contact Lucius." The wizard said, turning on his heel and heading back to the school.



"You're coming home with me, boy!" Lucius boomed as he hooked his fingers underneath Draco's arm, dragging him so he was standing up.

Harry stirred and rubbed his eyes, looking up to see a very tall Lucius gripping onto Draco's arm, who looked even more deathly white that usual.

"F—Father!" He stuttered, not really knowing what else to say.

"Don't you Father me, boy! What the hell do you think you're doing here? With that… that mudblood loving rascal!" Harry stood up at this, ready to pounce.

"What did you just call me?" He yelled back, half-nervously.

Lucius dropped Draco, causing the blonde to land in a heap on the floor. Harry wanted desperately to run over to him and help him up, but Lucius had already started on him.

"What do you think you are doing to my son?" He snapped, leaning over Harry.

"More to the point, Mr Malfoy – why are you here? How in hell did you find us?" Harry was stunned, how the hell DID Lucius get here? How did he know they had ended up here?

"I was told by the Ministry that you two had gone gallivanting together, and of all places here!" Lucius turned to his son and pulled him to his feet. "I mean, REALLY, Draco!"

"Listen, Sir – no disrespect to you, but we didn't come here intentionally – we got lost… we never meant to end up here" Harry began, before Lucius pushed him directly in the middle of the chest with his wand.

Looking down at Lucius's wand lying directly on his beating heart, Harry's eyes went wide as he glared back up at the man.

"No!" Draco screamed, and ran over to Harry. But it was too late, Lucius had already muttered 'Stupefy', causing Harry's eyes roll to the back of his head as he landed in a heap on the floor.

Draco looked frantically from his father to Harry.

"I am very disappointed in you Draco" Lucius sneered, as he advanced on his son. His eyes seemed a hollow shade of black instead of their icy grey as he pointed his wand at Draco. And with a flick of a wand, Draco felt the whole world disappear around him…



"Harry Potter! Harry Potter, sir! Wake up sir, wake up!" Harry felt a small hand tap his head, and he groaned and turned his head to the side to see two huge eyes glaring at him, filled with tears.

"Dobby?!" Harry choked, feeling his mouth dry and hoarse from sleep.

"Oh, sir – Harry Potter, sir, you are awake, sir!!" Dobby jumped back, and Harry sat up. Rubbing his head and squinting, he realised he was not wearing his glasses.

"Here sir!" Dobby handed Harry his glasses, and as he put them on he nearly jumped out of his skin.

The room was large and airy, but the colours were dark and rich – black walls with luxuriant green and gold borders, and the bed he was lying on had to be king sized. The sheets felt silky and expensive, and looking up at the large motif on the left hand side wall, he realised where he was.

A large serpent in the shape of an 'S', with the word Slytherin leered back at him. *This must be Draco's bedroom* Harry thought to himself.

"Dobby?" Harry turned to the small house elf, and frowned. "You came back to serve here?" The small creature looked solemnly back at Harry and nodded. "Dobby could not find no work outside of mansion, sir – Dobby had to beg for his job back, sir." Dobby picked up a small glass of water and handed it to Harry, who gulped at it thirstily.

"Where's Draco?" Harry blurted, after he had finished the drink.

"Oh, Master Malfoy has been naughty, sir – he is being punished by Mr Lucius sir. Mr Lucius is told me to tell you Harry Potter sir that Mr Lucius is also very disappointed in you, sir. I am sorry to bring you this news, Harry Potter, sir!" Dobby's large ears flopped back and forth as he spoke, his eyes shone with tears.

"What? How is Draco… I mean, Master Malfoy being punished Dobby?" Harry was now sitting up straight, feeling more awake than he had all week. He realised he was dressed in nothing but his boxers, and his clothes were sitting on Draco's chair clean and neatly pressed.

"Master Malfoy is being told the rules of being a Malfoy, sir. He then has to recite them and for every wrong answer, sir – he gets a tap of the cane, sir" Dobby spoke as if this was a normal thing to happen, as Harry's jaw dropped in awe.

"But why is he being punished, Dobby?" Harry placed the glass down on Draco's bedside table.

"He misbehaved at school, Harry Potter, sir. He violated Mr Snape's trust, one of Mr Lucius's good companions, sir. He must be punished!" Dobby was shaking.

"What am I doing here then?" Harry asked.

"Harry Potter, sir – Dumbledore gave consent for you to be here. You will be leaving tomorrow with Master Malfoy for Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Sir… to finish your detention, sir!"

Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. To be honest, Harry couldn't believe the situation he had got himself in. It was one thing to get a detention with the boy he detested the most in the world, then to end up becoming close friends with him and ending up in a creepy little village with him… but to be sitting in Malfoy Mansion in nothing but his boxers having a conversation with his house elf was beyond believe.

Just then, the door handle began to turn slowly and Draco came limping into the room. His hair was clean again, but Harry could see small droplets of sweat running down his forehead and tear streaks cursing down his face.

"Dobby, get out" Draco croaked, and pointed to the open door. Dobby made a quick bow and ran out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Draco looked up at Harry. Harry saw that he was wearing a plain white shirt and his usual black jeans, which were now clean looking. Widening his eyes and leaping back under the covers, Harry's face went red hoping Draco didn't notice that he was nearly naked.

"Hi." Draco muttered, sitting down next to him.

"Hi." Harry whispered back.

"I take it Dobby told you everything." Draco was fiddling with his fingers, not looking Harry in the eye.

"Yeah. He did…" Harry paused at watched Draco wince in pain and misery. "Oh, god – are you OK?"

Draco sniffed and shaked his head, tears filling his eyes.

Harry reached out and looped his arms gently around the pale boy, who collapsed into his grip.

"Did he hurt you?" Harry whispered, gingerly holding onto Draco, fearing he would hurt him more.

Draco stood up and slowly over to his door, and locking it.

The night was coming in quick, and if Harry was not mistaken he could see flakes of snow dancing like dust outside of the large window in Draco's room.

"Can I?" Draco asked, and pointed to the bed.

"Of course." Harry muttered.

Draco stripped down to his boxers and clambered into the bed with Harry, clinging onto him from behind as they lay in silence.

"My father's gone." Draco whispered eventually. "He left to go on a business trip earlier. He won't be back until next week. Reeves, my driver, is going to take us to Hogwart's tomorrow."

"I can't believe they are still making us live out this detention." Harry mumbled, staring at Draco's reflection in the wall sized mirror opposite the bed.

"I know. Like we haven't had to deal with enough." Draco rubbed his face against the back of Harry's neck, and Harry could feel his skin tremble all over.

"Yeah" He whispered, turning round to face Draco. "Draco… do you feel it too?"

"Feel what?" Draco whispered as he felt Harry's warm breath tickle his face.

"This?" Harry leaned in and kissed Draco very lightly.

Draco closed his eyes and nodded. "Yes, I'm not sure what it is yet, but I feel it, Potter" He whispered and held onto Harry's hand.

"Christmas is past. We missed it." Harry mumbled, feeling disappointed.

"Pfft… never liked it anyway, Potter." Draco grinned and closed his eyes.

As the night loomed in, the pair fell into dreamless sleeps. In the past they couldn't stand the sight of each other, tonight they were clinging onto each other as if their lives depended on it.



**the last (yes, LAST!) chapter should be up soon – it's a work in progress!**