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Caped and masked figures passed the ominous grave stones and began to close him in. Not that he could go anywhere, mind you. The Death Eaters circled his prone form, tied to Tom Riddle's final resting place. At least it was supposed to be. Tom Riddle- better known to the wizarding world as Lord Voldemort- had risen, yet again. And still, the Ministry of Magic refuses to believe Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

And now, here he was, almost a sixth year tied back to back with the Boy- Who-Would-Not-Fucking-Die, awaiting his punishment for disobedience. At least when it was just Lucious he could attempt to duck the swing of the cane. But now, tied down and surrounded by Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy didn't really see a way out of this mess.

*Stupid fucking Lucious had to rat me out to Voldemort and now my final moments are going to be spent tied to Scar head* he thought angrily to himself. Though, if the circumstances had been changed, he wouldn't be too upset about it. In fact, every petty and spiteful word he aimed at Potter was a cover up for how he really felt. *Not that anyone will ever know or understand that aspect.*

Voldemort apparated into the circle and his presence began to rouse Harry. The situation registered in his mind as Voldemort hissed out his first words, causing searing pain to Harry's scar.

"Draco Malfoy." Voldemort trailed off, slit red eyes showing little surprise at his presence. It was then that Harry craned his neck around to see that it was in fact, Malfoy who he was tied to. Even though his vision was still a little fuzzy, he saw Malfoy, silver-blond hair stringy around his shoulders, a bruise covering almost one whole side of his face and dirt clumped to his defiant expression aimed at Voldemort.

"Malfoy!" Harry hissed, trying to keep the surprise out of his voice, "What in the Gods names are you doing here?"

"Well, when you tell Lucious that you don't want to be a Death Eater, he usually won't take it too lightly."

"Wait, what? Since when don't you want to be a Death Eater? I thought that that's what you've been aspiring to all these years."

"No, I've never wanted to be a Death Eater. It's something that's been forced on me since I was three. I don't hate muggles enough to kill them. And now Lucious decided that the 'Dark Lord'," he expressed with finger quotes, "should be the one to punish me. So basically, I'm in deep shit," he finished with his patented Malfoy smirk.

"So how did you manage to get caught again? Did you stand outside a Death Eater meting with a sign that said "catch me" around your neck?" Malfoy asked, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Harry rolled his eyes while replying.

"No, you jackass. My stupid family wanted to go on vacation so they dropped me off at my Aunt Betsy's house. I would've had a great time if only I had realized that I had no magical barriers a few more minutes before Voldemort arrived. She didn't even have a chance to scream," Harry explained sorrowfully. Draco cast him a sympathetic glance when they heard people clapping sarcastically.

Breaking eye contact, they looked around to see the Death Eaters mock applauding and Voldemort pretending to shed a tear.

"How very touching. Really. The Boy-Who-Lived and his archenemy are making nice before they meet their messy end. Well, I hate to break it to you, but friendship time is over. Now it's time for Draco to be punished," Voldemort finished while cackling gleefully.

Before either could get a word in edgewise, he raised his wand and shouted, "Crucio!"

Draco's entire body felt as if it had been set aflame. He bit his lip to hold back the scream as his insides felt as though they were being ripped apart. Blood dripped down over his pale lips and on his chin. The pain from Harry's scar tripled and he screamed at Voldemort to stop. Instead, he doubled his efforts and Draco could not help but to let the scream rip through him.

A figure ran forward, throwing off the mask to reveal the silver blond hair matching Draco's and the aristocratic face of Lucious, contorted by anger and fear. He shouted for Voldemort to stop and he put his arm down in surprise as Lucious ran towards the slumped form of Draco.

Voldemort's red slitted eyes narrowed even more and he put the Cruciatus curse on Lucious, causing him to fall to his son's feet. After he finished with Lucious, he did the same to Harry. Draco looked in horror and that quickly turned to anger. Voldemort stumbled back from the amount of unmaintained magic that seemed to roll off of Draco in waves. The bindings on Harry and Draco's hands snapped and Harry stumbled onto one knee. Draco's face turned from normal anger to extremely pissed off and he rose off the ground a few inches as both Lucious and Voldemort stared in horror.

"Accio wand!" was shouted right before, "AVADA KEDAVRA!!!!!"

A bright green light shot out of Draco's wand and struck Voldemort. The look of horror was permanently etched into his face as his corpse slumped over. The pain in Harry's scar ended and he fell from the gravestone. With his lightening quick Seeker reflexes, Draco caught Harry's unconscious body before it hit the ground. He lowered himself and then sat on the grave, cradling Harry in his arms. He cast every healing charm he could think of and the cuts on Harry's face began to close. Draco noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and his attention darted to the Death Eaters around him. They backed away slowly and then after Draco shot them the death glare, they turned and ran away. Ignoring his father's passed out form, he apparated to the outskirts of Hogwarts and started the long walk up to the school.

(A/N: Well, This is my first real attempt at something like a slash. If you really like it or even if you can just barely tolerate it, please review! I need the motivation to finish it! Thanks!)