Chapter Three - A great disturbance

Harry thrashed about in his bed, trying to wake up. He was dreaming about meeting Malfoy, and how Malfoy had made a trap for him. Appearing from the shadows, Voldemort had leapt onto Harry, killing him with the same curse that killed his parents. Harry's scar seared with pain and there was a flash of green light before Harry woke up, his face stained with tears, his throat coarse from screaming. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley all ran into the room.

"What's the meaning of this?" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"I HAD A NIGHTMARE!" Harry shouted. Why the hell should he be sorry for having a nightmare?

"Please be quiet!" Aunt Petunia shrieked.

"Ha! Potty has nightmares!" Dudley giggled.

Harry roared and pulled out his wand, pointing it at Dudley's head. Aunt Petunia screamed and Uncle Vernon shrank down in fright. Dudley stood still, silent with terror. Harry glared at Uncle Vernon, his blood boiling with rage.

"Don't yell at me for something that isn't my fault," Harry whispered menacingly.

"Yes... well. Try not to make so much noise next time. You keep on roaring and lashing about like that, we'll never get any sleep,' Uncle Vernon ordered.

Harry's heart thudded madly and his emotions bubbled up inside him angrily, making him very overwhelmed and resulted in Harry bursting into tears. Dudley shifted uncomfortably and Aunt Petunia looked slightly embarrassed as Uncle Vernon became fascinated with something outside, refusing to stare at Harry.

"Right. Well... see you in the morning," he said awkwardly.

The three Dursleys shuffled back outside and back into their bedrooms. Harry sunk back down onto his bed, sobbing silently. He wiped his teary eyes with the corner of his pillow and shoved his fist in his mouth to stop himself from hiccupping and crying. Harry gave up trying to get to sleep and sat up in bed, propping his pillows up against the wall so he could sit comfortably. Big splashy tears fell from his emerald green eyes and splashed onto his chest, trickling down slowly and becoming tangled with the faint muscular lines of his stomach. He reached out from under his floorboard and pulled out Sirius' photo album. Flicking through the photographs, Harry began to cry more steadily as he gazed down on people who were gone forever and who he missed so much - Sirius, Lily and James. He grabbed his other photograph album and stared at a picture of Ron, Hermione and himself. They were in their first year and were waving frantically at Harry, nibbling on chocolate frogs as they sat on the train. If only they knew what was going to happen later...

BANG.

Harry stopped what he was doing and peered out of his window. There was a large, expensive looking car hovering outside his window. It's black body glinted in the moonlight, it's rims made of entwining silver snakes. A mutter escaped from the open car window and in an instant, Harry's bedroom window dislodged itself and hovered for a minute. The car door swung open and two gloved hands reached out from the car and pulled Harry in before he could scream for help. Closing his eyes firmly, Harry refused to look at his captor until a silky soft hand shook his shoulder.

"Potter? POTTER! It's me, you fool," Malfoy spat.

"What the fuck? Malfoy! Get the hell off me!" Harry yelled. "What the fuck is going on?"

"Swearing never got you anywhere," Malfoy said bitterly. "I read your letter. I didn't think you would come along willingly, so I had to kidnap you."

Harry shoved Malfoy away from him and glared at him. Malfoy's hair was still the same, still sleeked back and platinum blonde, only slightly longer. But... his build was different. He was slightly tanned and was a lot more muscular. Harry also saw the way Malfoy was staring at Harry's naked chest, like he longed to do something to it. Harry curled up in a defensive ball and felt very frightened. Was his dream a premonition?

"Malfoy, whatever you want to do, please don't kill me. Not now. I have too much to do, to say, to-"

"Potter, have you been crying?" Malfoy sneered. He saw Harry's expression and surprisingly, softened. "No. I don't want to kill you, funnily enough. After you landed my father in trouble with the Ministry and have done so much to me, I don't want to kill you. Yet."

Harry let his knees drop to the floor and gazed out of the window. He had been in a flying car before, so this wasn't a big surprise to him. It was invisible to the Muggle eye (Muggle being the wizard slang for people with no wizarding ability) and seemed to have a silencing spell upon it.

"Look, Potter. I'll tell you everything in the morning. When we get back to my Malfoy Manor, I'll show you to my room and then you can have a shower-"

"Malfoy. You kidnapped me. I'm terrified. I also have no clothes. You forgot to kidnap my stuff too. I'm also very suspicious of you. How did you get my owl so fast?," Harry said, eyeing up Malfoy to see how much of a fight he could be. Malfoy also eyed up Harry, though his expression was entirely different.

"I live quite close by. How convenient. Look, just shut up. Get some fucking sleep - an hour or two. I know you'll fall asleep. My bed is a lot more comfortable than that piece of shit you were lying on a minute ago," Malfoy scoffed.

Harry's heart skipped a beat. His bed? He would be sleeping with Malfoy? His heart raced. No way.

"I'm not sleeping with you, Malfoy. You're a rich kid, doesn't your house have sixteen bedrooms?" Harry asked.

"Yes it does. But mother has the whole family over. It's to discuss certain things, mainly my father," Malfoy said quietly.

"So why are you kidnapping me when everyone is over? Wait... are you going to get them to kill m-"

"NO! FOR FUCK'S SAKE! They don't know you're coming. You're going to hide out in my room until we have our discussion. We're almost there. Just be quiet until we get into my room, okay?" Malfoy hissed.

Harry sat back in the seat, viewing the Malfoy Manor that was growing bigger as the car descended slowly. He was shocked to see just how close Malfoy lived to him, and felt a scowl spread across his face. The Manor was built with beautiful red brick and creamy white columns supporting the upper levels at the front entrance. Two equally ugly stone gargoyles grinned evilly at Harry, and he swore one of them winked at him. Harry could feel Malfoy's eyes on him, and he felt uneasy. He didn't want to sleep with Malfoy and he didn't want to be here. A sudden jolt in the car made it jump and come to a halt, shaking as it did so. Harry cursed himself for sitting right up next to the wheel. Clad in only boxers, he hoped Malfoy wouldn't see his accidental 'problem'. He did. Malfoy smirked slightly and opened the car door as they landed, then proceeding to open Harry's car door for him like a chaperone. He signalled Harry to follow him quietly as he ascended up a marble staircase similar to the one at Hogwarts, and opened up his bedroom door, shoving Harry inside. It was a mess, but it was an elegantly decorated mess. Harry gawped at all the expensive oak furnishings and wondered just how many millions of galleons Malfoy must have.

"Through there is the en suite. Have a shower. Use one of my towels. I'll see you in a minute," Malfoy drawled, sitting himself on his bed.

Harry did as he was told. He didn't feel any braver now he was in someone else's house. Someone evil, for that matter. He pressed random buttons on the shower until it was a powerful jet of comfortable heat, and plucked off his boxers before stepping inside. A whoosh of relief spread all over his body, the water caressing it and relieving his muscles of any pain. Harry showered for ten minutes until he stepped out, wrapped his lower half in a towel and stepped into Malfoy's bedroom. Malfoy was reading a magazine, looking bored. When he saw Harry reappear he froze, unsure of himself.

"Well? Got any pyjamas for me, Malfoy? Or do I have to sleep wet and naked?" Harry scorned.

It looked as if Malfoy was tempted to say 'wet and naked, idiot', but he reluctantly threw Harry some pyjamas and sat on a chaise-longue near his bedside.

"Look away!" Harry snapped.

Malfoy chuckled and turned around, pleased at teasing Harry in this way. He slyly watched Harry dry himself through a reflection in a picture frame on the bedside table. Diving quickly into bed, Malfoy didn't want Harry to see that he liked Harry's drying motions. Craftily undressing in bed, Malfoy grinned and patted the space next to him.

"I'm going to sleep on that long chair. Or the floor. But not with you," Harry growled.

Malfoy scowled as he reflected on this insult. He turned to face the other way and decided that two can play at that game.

"Fine. You're probably used to sleeping on the floor like a barn animal anyway. It's practically five star treatment in that ramshackle of a house belonging to the Weasleys," he barked.

He felt Harry's soft hands turn him over roughly as he straddled Malfoy, pinning his arms to his sides. Harry's face screamed of rage and fury, and it was inches away from Malfoy's own delighted face.

"Don't ever insult my friends, you hear? I warned you in the letter I sent you. You want help, you treat me and my friends with respect, okay?" Harry said, shaking.

Malfoy was in a dreamy haze as he realised Harry was on top of him, sitting astride him in a way that made him go wild. He felt a tingling sensation shoot all over his body as Harry sat on his crotch, glaring into him, Harry's tender lips so close to his.

"Okay... But please do as I say and sleep in this bed? The other side is miles away from my side. It's like two separate beds, really," Malfoy suggested hopefully.

Harry thought for a minute, then reluctantly rolled over and got into bed beside Malfoy, who was very eager indeed. Harry realised Malfoy was right - these beds were comfortable. He found himself slipping out of consciousness...

Harry's eyes opened up again, minutes after he had fallen asleep. The sheets were tugging slightly but speedily, and Harry heard very soft, almost inaudible moans coming from Malfoy. Feeling disgusted, he pretended to groan loudly in his sleep and the sheets froze as Malfoy stopped what he was doing, listening to see if Harry was awake. Feeling satisfied with his interruption, Harry smiled to himself until Malfoy let out a final shuddered sigh.

He couldn't sleep at all for the rest of the night.