Title: Exchange
Author: Mistress Silver
Pairings(s): Harry/Draco/Lucius (No threesomes, leave me alone!)
Warning: The following piece is rated R (for later chapters – AND incest). It contains SLASH, which is homosexual relationships, so if you are offended by that or are not of legal age in your area then please click the back button on your browser and find yourself something else. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated but flames will be mocked and ignored. [Beginning of fic is a slight spin-off of 'Freaky Friday'.]
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, characters, names and all related indicia are property of J.K. Rowling – only Angelica is mine. I am just borrowing them all for a bit and am not making a cent off this. I'm sure Rowling won't mind, if anything she will be (should be) flattered that people like her books enough to write pieces of their own about them.
A/N: You guys, I am soooooo sorry for not updating for so long. I was in and out of the hospital for like a month, please forgive me, and I hope you enjoy this new chapter. Major kudos to all of you for putting up with me. grabs all fans in one enormous crushing hug
CHAPTER 5 – Change of HeartThe silence almost crackled with tension as both boys, frozen in a very compromising position, stared at Lucius as if he was the Dark Lord himself. Harry, seeming to have regained feeling in his limbs, cautiously climbed off Draco, who stood up as well.
"Explain yourselves," Lucius hissed.
Draco looked at his father with cool composure though inside his stomach was performing Flippendo. He kept his mouth pressed in a thin line and could not bring himself to say a word. Harry surprised all three of them by speaking first. "It was my fault, Mr. Malfoy."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Elaborate."
"I was resting, and…and dreaming about somebody…and unconsciously grabbed Draco in my sleep." Is that the best you can do? said a voice inside his head but he conveniently ignored it and kept his eyes on Lucius. Draco gaped at him with a mixture of awe and disbelief.
Lucius's eye twitched. "I see."
He did not say another word, just fixed Harry up with a piercing gaze, and walked out of the room. Harry let out a deep sigh of relief. He turned to Draco who appeared to be rooted to the spot, staring at him.
"Guess I handled that pretty well," Harry said with a small smile. Draco kept looking at him and did not reply. "Draco?"
Harry frowned and reached out a hand to touch Draco's face but the blonde jerked away suddenly and ran away from him, up the black, marble stairs. Harry stared after him in puzzlement wondering if he said or did something wrong.
Draco's head hit the wall with a sickening smack. He winced in pain and tried to focus his eyes on the angry form of his father. Lucius's face blurred and doubled in his eyes.
"You disappointed me, Little Dragon," Lucius said with lethal calm.
"Father, I – "
Draco was silenced with a slap across the face. He tasted blood and smartly kept his gaze on the floor. Maybe if I keep quiet he'll go easier on me, he thought miserably. Lucius grabbed the collar of Draco's shirt and flung him onto his bed, Draco stayed still, not daring to meet his father's flashing eyes. His heart sank as he heard the rustle if fabric and he knew what was coming to him.
"I guess I had not made myself clear the first time." Lucius said removing his shirt. "Either that or you disobeyed me purposefully, which on your part was very foolish – look at me when I am speaking to you!"
Draco obediently lifted his eyes to meet his father's. Lucius's face was pale with deathly calm, but his eyes swirled and shifted in rage.
"Take off your clothes," he ordered. When Draco did not move, he received another slap and hastened to obey. Within moments he lay naked before his father, his clothes in an abandoned pile on the floor beside the bed. Lucius looked him over hungrily and crawled onto the bed straddling Draco's thin, pale form. He claimed his mouth with a rough kiss. Draco lay limp, his mouth and limbs unresisting, for he knew better than that.
"That's right, little Dragon," crooned Lucius. "This is how it should be. You always have and always will belong to me." With that he whirled Draco onto his stomach and pried his legs apart with his thighs. Draco jammed his knuckles in his mouth to keep from crying out when Lucius entered him. He rocked back and forth with Lucius's thrusts, each one more painful than the last, and silently cried into the silken pillow.
Harry tossed and turned restlessly in his bed. He could not sleep, the day's events still fresh in his mind. He kissed Malfoy. He actually kissed Draco Malfoy. And he enjoyed it. But what had happened afterwards? When Lucius caught them Draco fled like a frightened rabbit. Was Lucius going to hurt him? Was he going to do…that again?
Harry got out of bed. The room felt stifling and oppressive. He went out on the balcony. Grateful for the cool night breeze, he leaned on the railing and closed his eyes with a sigh. He found himself vaguely wondering about the Dursleys' expression when they realized that he would not be coming home that summer. They were probably immensely overjoyed…
Suddenly the night was broken by a shrill scream. Draco, Harry thought immediately and ran out of the room into the dark hallway. He froze for a moment, listening hard for any more sounds of distress, and his fears were confirmed when another scream resounded from the direction of Draco's room. He ran towards it and burst in through the door. Inside Draco was tossing and turning on his bed, clawing feverishly at the sheets. Harry rushed over and grabbed him by the shoulders.
"Draco!"
"No! Father, please!"
"Draco, wake up!"
"Father, please, don't!"
"Draco!!"
"Father!!"
"DRACO!"
Draco's eyes flew open and he bolted upright, swatting at Harry's hands to get out of his grip.
"Draco, calm down, it's me!"
Draco stopped, looking at Harry as if seeing him for the first time in his life.
"Harry…"
Harry nodded and pulled him close to soothe him but Draco tore away from him angrily.
"Your fault! It's all your fucking fault!"
Harry looked at him in bewilderment. "What are you talking about…?"
"Do you know what he did to me!? Do you have any idea what he did to me after you fucking had to kiss me!?"
Harry blinked, not entirely comprehending.
"This!" Draco said ruffling up his hair so that the dried blood was visible on his stained platinum locks. "And this!" he said opening his pajama top revealing scratches and bite marks. "And this!" he cried brokenly, pushing off the covers, and revealing the dark bruises on the insides of his thighs. Harry stared at him in horror. He reached out tentatively to calm the blonde, but Draco jerked away.
"Don't touch me! Haven't you done enough damage!?"
Harry studied him. This was Draco Malfoy, not cold and proud and distant, but hurt and ashamed and so very, very human. He suddenly realized he had rather that Draco was the one he knew so well in school and not the broken soul that stared at him right then. Ignoring his protests Harry sat on the bed and grabbed Draco into a powerful embrace. Draco thrashed against him for long moments, but suddenly his body went limp and he sunk into Harry's arms, sobbing.
"It's not fair," he sniffled into Harry's chest. "I wish my father was dead…"
"No you don't," Harry said softly.
Draco felt a pang of regret, remembering that Harry's father was long gone, but he was not like Lucius, and Draco stubbornly kept his wish. Harry stroked his hair soothingly, one arm draped around him, and for once Draco felt safe and protected. He allowed himself to relax, reveling in the soft brush of Harry's fingers.
Why does this feel so right when he is my enemy…
Draco woke up feeling slightly empty. Looking around he realized that Harry was gone. He sat thoughtfully a moment, and sprinted into the bathroom. He appeared minutes later, washed and dressed, in the kitchen. Harry sat at the table, face first in his eggs and bacon.
"'Morning…"
Harry looked up and smiled. "'Morning. Hungry?"
Draco shook his head. "I woke up and you were gone…"
"I didn't want a repeat of last night," Harry said lightly and pulled out a chair. Draco sat in it. Harry began spooning food onto his plate.
"I said I wasn't hungry."
Harry paused. "You need to eat…breakfast is the most important meal of the day."
"Don't tell me what to do, you're not my father."
Harry stiffened and turned to stare at Draco, who returned his gaze unblinkingly.
"What is your problem?"
"Excuse me?" Draco snorted.
"You heard me," Harry said, his voice raising. "You go through shit, I comfort you, and then you act like a bloody git as if nothing has happened! So I ask you this, what is your problem!?"
"You're my problem, Potter! Before you came along everything was fine!"
"What!? You're blaming your father's perversion on me!?"
"Yes! He used to ignore me most of the time! Now he either gives me dirty looks or fucks me senseless!"
"Oh come off it!" Harry cried jumping out of his seat. "Your father was a sick son of a bitch long before I came along!"
"Don't call my father a son of a bitch!" Draco yelled rising also.
Harry gaped at him in disbelief. "Are you fucking kidding me? What happened to 'I wish he was dead'!?"
"How dare you!" Draco exclaimed. "You know what, fuck you, Potter, just fuck you!"
He turned on his heel and stormed out of the room. Harry stared after him, his face a mixture of confusion and anger. Draco made his way downstairs. It's better this way, he tried to convince himself. It's better if he's not involved. It'll be easier for the both of us… He thought these words, but did not believe them. Reaching the dungeons he sought out a large statue of a snake.
"Abbrio…"
The snake suddenly came to life and slithered out of the way, revealing a small, wooden door. Draco looked left and right, opened it, and carefully stepped in. The room was small and dark. Torches lined the walls and lit themselves as he entered. The walls were musty, made of stone, and there were no other windows or doors. Inside the room was a single, plush cushion that lined one of the damp corners. It was made of fine, black leather. Draco closed the door carefully and collapsed onto the cushion, sighing deeply.
I wish Potter was dead, he thought. I wish my father was dead. He blinked sleepily. I wish I was dead, was his last thought before he lapsed into a dreamless sleep.
Harry looked down at his cold, unfinished breakfast. He no longer had an appetite. He stormed out of the kitchen, leaving the house elves to quickly scamper to clean up his plate. Not really knowing where to go he plopped down on the living room couch. He involuntarily thought of Draco – this was the couch he kissed him on.
What a git, he thought angrily. What a stupid, bloody, ungrateful little git. I can't stand him. Where does he get off acting like that after everything that happened to him. His features relaxed when he remembered what had happened to Draco. He wondered how long that has been going on, how long he had to suffer and endure his father's abuse.
"But that's still no excuse to talk to people that way!" he said aloud to himself. Harry stood up, feeling restless. Pacing back and forth several times he suddenly stopped. "What if he does have an excuse," he muttered. "What if all that's been happening to him made him lose his sanity…" He plopped back on the couch, lost in thought, when a smooth, cold voice startled him.
"Bored, Mr. Potter?"
Harry jerked his head to find Lucius Malfoy observing him in cool amusement.
"No doubt the lack of snogging my son has considerably cleared your agenda."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "I wasn't snogging your son, I can't stand him."
"Of course," Lucius snorted. "That's why you were groping him on this very couch."
Harry stood up. "I wasn't groping him. I told you. I was moving in my sleep."
"A likely story."
"I don't go that way," Harry said looking at him in the eyes. "Unlike some people…"
Lucius's eyes flashed dangerously.
"What are you implying, Mr. Potter?"
"I'm not implying anything, Mr. Malfoy – I'm flat out stating it."
Lucius stared. Suddenly his lips curved into a strange smile.
"I would watch my words if I were you," he said pleasantly. "Verbal diarrhea is never any good in the presence of a former Death Eater."
He gave Harry an odd look and left the room. Harry felt a wave of pleasure for getting on his nerves. But the pleasure was immediately followed by a remorseful wonder of the consequences of what he just did…