The Malfoy Family Curse
By: Scarletserpent
Disclaimer: I only own Seamus Malfoy and the Evil and the Good and all those fun people, I do not own Harry Potter, or any other characters from the Harry Potter series. They belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
Rating: R for slash and a bit of language.
Warnings: Mmmkay then… Right here we have a teensy bit of m/m, nothing serious at all.
Summary: 5,000 years ago Seamus Malfoy bargained with Evil for his family to live again after their horrific deaths of a strange disease. Evil grants his wish, but in return the Malfoy family must serve Evil for all of eternity... Can anything break this curse? Or anyone?
A/N: Ahh! Sorry about the wait, my muses left me. *tear* But now, I think I have finally decided where this is going to go. I hope you all like this chappie! Oh, and here are the thank-yous of course!!
TiGrrrrDYR- Thanks, I liked the last chapter, but I like this one more. Tell me what you think please! I love Good and Evil, they're kind of like pets. Haha. Thanks! I hope you enjoy this chapter!
MakFelton- I'm glad you like the story, it should be getting more interesting from here on in. I'm really glad you think that Good and Evil are funny, I fully intend for them to be that way. After all, what fun would it be to have deities that were serious about taking over the world? Hope you like this chapter! Thanks bunches for reviewing!
Soph5232- Thank you very much for reviewing! I love having Draco in denial and Harry must be naïve, or he just couldn't be our Harry, could he? Lol. I hope you like this chapter! Thanks again!
Diva- Thanks! I'm glad you like the story. :-) Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Thank you to all! And, I must say for the record, that I am glad for the strong reaction I am getting for Good and Evil. Thanks all! And onto the story...
Chapter 5- To Kiss a Malfoy
Oh. Shit. These words raced through the head of one Draco Malfoy as he read the same line repeatedly, adamantly refusing to believe what he was reading. He had not researched for hours on end to find this. There was no way in hell, no fucking way in hell, that Draco and... Potter had bonded because of that. The book had to be wrong, because there was no feeling, other than hatred, between himself and the Golden Boy of Hogwarts. He pinched himself lightly, just to make sure he was awake. He yelped, causing the Madame Pince to shoot him a glare. He blushed faintly, and returned back to his book. The words were still there, clear as day:
When bound to a Curse, the bound alone must face the challenge of discovering the meaning of the Curse. This is, however, different when two or more are bound to the Curse together. There have only been two such occurences known to the Wizarding world at this time. The only way for two to be bound by the same Curse, is if they already share a bond. The only bond that will pass the Curse on to another is True Love.
That was where Draco stopped reading. His heart was pounding in his chest as he scanned through the rest of the chapter, looking for a loophole. There was none. He and Potter were both bound because they were bound by True Love? That was crap. There was no way that he loved Potter, hell, he didnt even like Potter! The world was coming to an end, as far as Draco was concerned.
He slammed the book shut, earning himself yet another glare from Pince. This was going to take some serious consideration. Not only were he and Potter going to have to figure out this Curse, but they were in love?! Draco decided that he was going to have to research the bond before he could even tell Potter. He shuddered at the thought of having to tell his nemesis that they were bound by True Love. Draco did know some of the basics in the area of the True Love bond. There were very few that existed. He decided, before had reached the books on bonding, that either the book or the Curse was at fault.
Carefully looking through the books on the shelf above him, he selected a few that looked likely to contain information about the True Love bond. He was going to have to take them with him, as he had detention with McGonnagall at 7:00. He scowled to himself, he had just been intimidating the first year earlier that morning. Oh well, detention with McGonnagall was better than detention with Filch. After the trip to the Forbidden Forest for detention in his first year, Filch had latched on to the fact that he absolutely detested the Forbidden Forest, resulting in all of his detentions being there.
Draco was snapped out of his train of thought by a shocked voice, "Malfoy, those books had better not have anything to do with that Curse!"
Cursing his bad luck, he turned around to face a very frightened looking Harry. "Books, Potter?"
The taller boy pointed at the books under his left arm. "Those books." He craned his neck sideways and read, "' True Love, A Bond to Conquer All Others', 'The Bond of a Thousand..."
"Yes, Potter, I get it!" Draco interrupted.
"Well, what are they for?" Harry asked.
"None of your business really."
"If those books are about what I think they are, then yes, I believe it is my business!"
"And what is it, exactly, that you think they are about?" Draco whispered dangerously, getting closer to Harry's stricken face.
"Don't play games with me. You know what I'm talking about Malfoy!" Harry whispered agitatedly.
"Do I?" Draco decided to play innocent. By now the boy's faces were only centimeters apart.
"Yes, I think you do."
"Well," Draco said, suddenly realizing how close they were. "I don't," He finished lamely.
Harry was not impressed, nor did he realize how close they had become. "Yes," He hissed. "You do."
Draco shifted uncomfortably, he liked being this close to Harry. This was not boding well for his denial of the True Love bond. And when, exactly, had he become Harry? This thought made Draco even more uncomfortable. Even thinking of him by his first name brought an unwanted... intimacy between the two, an intimacy Draco wasn't sure he wanted. "Well... you see..." He tried to grasp the words floating about his head. He could feel Harry's breath on his face, and it was driving him insane.
Harry looked positively gleeful. He obviously realized he was making Draco squirm. "What is it Malfoy? Cat got your tongue?"
"N-No Potter," He was rapidly losing his self-control. Harry's lips looked soft, he wondered if they were. Draco wanted to taste them, devour them, to own them. Oh. Shit. He was having bad, bad thoughts. 'No, no, no. Malfoy's do not kiss other boys! They also do not kiss boys named Harry Potter!' Draco thought to himself.
"I think," Harry said, moving closer. "It has." Suddenly, Harry froze.
'Good gods!' Draco nearly laughed to himself. 'He's just realized how close we are! How thick can he... Oh shit, he is not moving closer.'
Indeed, Harry's face was inching closer to Draco's. Draco felt that there should be some warning signal going off in his head, but found that all he felt was the urge to get closer himself, to close the gap between them. So, he did the one thing that he could. He leaned forward, and touched his lips to Harry's. It was amazing. To grossly undermine it. Draco was reeling, flying, he didn't even know what he was doing really. Fireworks exploded on his lips as Harry brushed them with his tongue. Draco hesitantly allowed him access to his mouth. It was the best thing he had ever felt. And he had kissed a lot of people.
All too soon, however, Harry pulled away. It was the biggest mistake he could have made. The second their lips parted, Draco felt himself being propelled backwards, into the shelf of books behind him. A searing pain went through his chest, growing, branching outwards to claim his entire body. He convulsed, sending ripples of pain coursing through his arms and legs. Draco could feel it crawling through his veins. He had to get it out. He scratched wildly at his arms, as if he could scratch it off. The pain was enough to make him cry. He finally allowed himself to fall into darkness as it worked its way into his heart.
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Harry had never been more worried in his entire life. One minute the two boys had been kissing passionately, and the next thing he knew he had been pushed, by some strange force, backwards. Madame Pomfrey said he was lucky that he maintained consciousness long enough to call for help. They were in a very unused part of the library, and most likely wouldn't have been found until much later.
However, none of this was comforting to Harry, as he watched Draco sleep. The smaller boy had been knocked out by the force of the blow. What worried Harry, though, was what he had witnessed before he passed out. He had definitely seen Draco convulsing, and twitching, scratching at his arms as if trying to get something off himself. Harry frowned, deep in thought about what had happened.
"Harry, my boy," Dumbledore said, as he walked into the infirmary. "It is good to finally see you awake."
Harry started, and looked at the older wizard. "Yes, I suppose it is, sir," he said, obviously distracted.
Dumbledore frowned at his disintrest, and sat on the edge of Harry's bed. "Is there something troubling you?"
"Huh?" Harry looked confused. "Oh! Umm… no Professor."
"Are you sure Harry?"
"Yes… well, no," Harry admitted.
"What is it, my boy?"
"It's just…" Harry remembered Draco flung backwards. Then he thought, 'What if Draco doesn't want anyone to know?' He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Never mind."
Dumbledore looked worried, and Harry mentally smacked himself. What was he thinking? "I think I must have hit my head harder than I thought, sir," he lied.
At this the older man smiled, looking more relieved, and said, "Well then, you should be getting some more rest."
"Yes, I suppose so," Harry smiled.
"I will talk with you later. Goodbye, Harry," The older man headed out of the room.
"Bye, Professor," Harry said, closing his eyes. Before he even realized he was tired, he was asleep.
Harry awoke some time later, his head feeling much clearer. It was time, he supposed, to begin figuring out this whole mess. He had found Draco in the library, after asking Madame Pince where he could be found. Draco had been holding those books, about True Love bonds. What was a True Love bond? And why had Draco been so evasive about the whole thing? And then they had kissed. Harry touched his lips in remembrance. He shook his head, he was turning into some kind of love struck girl.
He glanced over to the bed next to him, Draco was still sleeping. Harry frowned, he felt rather responsible for the whole ordeal. After all, he was the one who had been kissing Draco. At this thought, he rose from his bed, and sat in the chair beside Draco. 'Funny,' he thought, 'how I suddenly care.' He gazed down at Draco, taking in the sight of his silky blond hair scattered over the pillow. Draco looked peaceful, kind of like a fallen angel. Harry smiled, and brushed the hair from around Draco's eyes.
At this gesture, Draco's eyes snapped open. He looked up at Harry, who was smiling down at him. "What exactly, Potter," he snapped the name like a foul disease. "Do you think you're doing?"
Harry pulled back his hand like he had been burned. This was not what he had expected upon Draco's awakening. Confusion he could have dealt with. But this hostility was frightening. He looked imploringly into Draco's eyes, but saw nothing but malice and hatred.
'What the hell happened to the Draco I kissed last night?' He wondered in fright, as the new, scary Draco bored holes through his head.
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The Evil cackled in delight, as the renewed Magick flowed through it's veins. Basking in the tingle of new Magick it clapped it's hands together in glee. The Magick of the ancient Curse had been renewed, and the games had just begun.
The Good appeared instantly at his side, a black, slimy chain about it's neck. Evil smiled evilly at the Good, who spat, "What is the meaning of this?"
"The meaning of what, my dear Good?" Evil asked sweetly.
"Of this!" The Good pointed at it's pale, slender neck.
"Oh, yes, the games have begun Good. This time, I will win, and you shall feel the pain of loss a thousand times over. I will reign as king of what is, and what will be! The time of the Good, is over!" The Evil crowed.
"Pardon me," The Good asked, attempting to remove the slimy chain. "Your Royal Drama Queen," It smirked at the Evil, still trying to pry the thing from it's neck. "But, what exactly does that gibberish mean?"
"It means," The Evil narrowed it's eyes, pulling on the long silvery hair of the Good, so their faces were inches apart. "I control you. And you will lose."
"Bite me!" The Good said, kicking the Evil in the shin.
The Evil scowled at Good, rubbing the injured shin tenderly. "You can say that now, but you will cower before me. The Curse of a Thousand Evils will reign forever."
At this, the Good's jaw dropped. This was definitely not good. It couldn't possibly be true.
"Oh," the Evil assured Good, almost reading the thought. "I assure you, it's true." And with a malevolent smile, the Evil ordered Hatred to cast the Good and it's followers into the Tower of Evil for 'safekeeping'. When they were gone, he rubbed his hands together, feeling the Magickal tingle between the white bone and cackled, sending showers of lightning down to Earth. And, of course, he passed out when one hit him smack on the nose.
"Stupid bastard is going to get himself killed," Anger grunted as he hoisted Evil up to the Tower.
A/N~ Oooo! Excitingness. :-) What is going on with Draco? And what is up with the True Love bonding thing? Read on to find out! Please review, I love the attention! :-)