Dangerously in Love

Chapter 1:

Draco slowly opened his eyes. He could hear the Slytherins wake up around him and in the other Slytherin dormitories.

'Wait a minute... I'm not supposed to hear the others...' Draco thought, while his eyes widened. Slowly his hand reached up to his ears... "Fuck!" Draco exclaimed when he felt his pointy ears. Now he remembered, he forgot to take the potion yesterday.

The potion he took every night, to hide his true identity. Never in his whole life Draco had forgotten to take his potion. It was a ritual, like brushing your teeth. Draco rolled his eyes, he knew exactly who caused this, who made him forget... Potter!

Now he had to hide all day, because the potion didn't work when it was light.

The Malfoys were creatures of the light. It was a secret hidden by their name. It was funny when you think about it. The Malfoys darker than you could imagine, yet they were elves.

Sometimes Draco wondered why no one ever found out. He had the figure to be an elf. He was tall and slim. His features were delicate, his moves smooth and elegant. His hair was blond, nearly white. His eyes were big, bluish grey pools. One could easily drown in them. His whole appearance was innocent, a bit feminine and proud, hidden by his name and his emotionless face. Years of training did that to him. That didn't mean that he didn't feel emotions... he just didn't show them. If the world would find out that the Malfoys were elves, they would be doomed to die. They were the last elves on the planet. If the world found out, the consequences would be terrible. They would want to examine them, they would become an attraction. No... that wasn't allowed to happen. He would not live his life that way. His mother wasn't an elf, but because the elf genes were dominant to the human he was an elf. Just like his father and his father's mother.

He remembered his grandmother, she wasn't afraid to show her elfish features. She was so pretty and elegant. The only thing he would always remember was her eyes. They were intoxicating. Draco knew that his eyes could be that way too, that was the reason he never looked someone in the eye longer than two seconds. He was afraid they would find out.

The fact that he never succeeded to beat Potter in Quidditch was a weird thing, because no one could move on a broomstick the way he could... and Potter.

Talking about Potter, he still needed to think up a plan to kidnap Potter. He may be an elf, but he was still a Malfoy, and Malfoys always got what they wanted. Only not today, thanks to Potter. There was a positive side to this, he had all the time to think up his plan and maybe eavesdrop on Potter for a while.

"Draco, you're going to be late." Blaise said, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"I don't feel well." Draco answered, groaning a little. Quickly he pulled the sheets over his ears, knowing Blaise would open his curtains.

And he did. "What's wrong?" Blaise asked worriedly, looking down on him.

"I'm sick. I think I'll stay in bed today." Draco answered through the sheets.

"But you've never been sick." Blaise said surprised. Another little advantage of being an elf, you were immune to the human viruses. Elves could be sick, but in another way. Because elves were creatures of the light, they couldn't stand anything related to the darkness. Darkness was their weakness. Torture, murder, rape... just name all the things the Dark Side likes to do. Elves can't stand it; their heart is too pure to handle these things. Their heart would break.

How could Lucius Malfoy be a Death Eater? He had a potion for that too. If not Draco and his father would probably cry the whole day. Sometimes Draco wondered if his father took too much of this potion, because his heart seemed to be black sometimes. Black, as in dead... heartless. At first he wanted to be just like his father, now he wasn't sure. He didn't know if he could be so heartless, on the other hand...what could he say, he was a weird person. He literately had two sides. A Light one, his true nature and a Dark one, his artificial nature. He wasn't sure which side he liked most. It was Potter with his goodness, who brought out his Light side. He tried to deny it, oh yes he did. For 5 years he tried, but he had to give in. It was nice to feel his Light side, but the Dark one was just a little more appealing. If his plan were to fail then Potter would be forgotten, he would definitely turn back to the Dark side of him. Because there would be nothing left to pull him towards the Light side. It felt so good to feel the power his name gave him. The feeling that he could have anything (yeah yeah, I know... except Potter) made him feel powerful. One way or the other, he always got what he wanted. Just like he was going to have Potter, sometime soon.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Stop nagging! You're only making it worse! Now sod off, I want to sleep."

'Welcome back, bad mood.' Draco thought sarcastically.

Blaise's surprised look turned into a somewhat scared one. He nodded and let go of the curtain, making darkness come back.

"Git..." he heard Blaise mutter under his breath.

He was about to curse him for saying such a thing, when he remembered that he wasn't meant to hear that and he probably wouldn't have if he hadn't forgotten to take his potion.

He heard everyone slowly leave the dormitories.

*

The morning passed by slowly. Draco was sitting outside, near the lake with a piece of parchment in front of him and a quill in his hand.

Draco had changed his mind. He wasn't going to kidnap Potter this weekend. Arrangements had to be made first. He didn't want to go to school, while Potter was with him. So it had to be in a vacation, the Christmas break to be precise. It was in 3 weeks, enough to make Potter and him a nice little house. He had to admit that two weeks were short, but well he didn't have much longer. He'd just have to work a little bit harder.

He kind of liked the elfish side of him. It somehow gave him more peace and it was very much fun. He could hear people talk, private talk, talk he wasn't allowed to hear. It was quite funny to be honest, although it became boring after a while.

He was listening to two girls fight over some guy.

"He's mine!"

"He belongs to me!"

"I know you're a bit jealous of me, but you're blind if you can't see that he's mine!"

"You need to give it up. I've had enough of this! He's mine. I know it's killing you inside"

"I'm sorry you're so confused, but you're his past and I'm his future."

"Don't be an idiot. Draco Malfoy is mine!"

'Whoa! They were discussing me?' Draco thought snickering.

"Leave me alone!"

Draco shot up, it was Potter. Was he in trouble? He was totally distracted, not even listening to two fighting girls. Which he found very amusing. They were currently pulling each others hair out. His eyes searched the ground and spotted Potter a few hundred metres from where he was sitting. Potter was heading his way, more running than walking. Two figures were walking behind him, but they gave up when Harry started to run.

Draco quickly put his hood and climbed into the big tree he had used for shelter a few minutes ago. He could see Potter come his way; he was only a few minutes away from him now.

When Potter came closer he sensed a great sadness around the boy. It was overwhelming. The feeling rushed through Draco's veins as he felt the pain the Golden Boy was going through. And there was guilt, a lot of guilt. It became hard to breathe, as if something blocked his throat. He closed his eyes and tried to control himself from running. He hated this side of being an elf. To feel emotions, not the normal ones, but they had the ability to sense the great emotions inside a person. Like Love, Hate, Guilt, and Pain. Suddenly he felt really grateful for the potion he had standing beside his bed. If he had to go through this everyday, he would definitely go mad.

He could run, but he decided against it. He wanted to know what was wrong with Potter. The wind turned slightly and suddenly Draco could smell Harry's scent. Salty... it was salty, which meant that he was crying? The Harry Potter was crying? He tasted the scent in his mouth, as if he just kissed the tears away.

Draco started to shake when Harry collapsed underneath the tree.

'Make him stop crying' Draco begged. He couldn't stand the pain much longer. He wanted Potter to be happy, not like this. This was hurting him. Why didn't he feel like this when Blaise and his other roommates were around him, or those two girls who were fighting? Were they emotionless?

Draco froze when he noticed he was glowing. His pale skin was glowing and his very expensive black silky cloak had turned white? What was happening? He felt as if he could fly.

"Oh... Sirius... I'm so sorry. If only I didn't want to be the hero all the time. You would still be alive. I shouldn't have trusted my dreams. I killed you Sirius, I did it. It's all my fault."

Draco felt as if he was going to faint. Now he did know what was bothering Harry. He heard from his father that Sirius Black was Harry's godfather and what his father had done to kill Harry. Not knowing that it would be his godfather dying. His father thought it was very funny, Sirius was the reason Harry went into battle and Harry was the reason Sirius was dead. He didn't know they were so close. His sight went blurry. He had to do something... now.

With his hood still on, his skin still glowing and his cloak still white he jumped out of the tree and landed on the ground next to Harry as a feather, making no sound at all.

Softly as if he was walking on air, he made his way towards Potter. He wanted nothing else than to hold Potter, feel Potter and never let go of him. A loving and caring feeling overwhelmed him. It felt as if his emotions were exploding inside of him. He kneeled next to the still oblivious Harry and softly touched his shoulder.

Harry jerked around and stared at him, not able to recognise him. "Who are you?" Harry asked, his voice cracked. "Go away!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, I can't leave you alone. Not like this." Draco answered, noticing his voice was higher than usual. His hand stayed on the Gryffindor's shoulder.

He saw the beautiful boy frown and look at him in awe, watching his every move.

"It wasn't your fault." Draco continued when Harry stayed silent.

Harry's eyes widened, but he remained silent. Observing him further, his eyes were wide and innocent.

"It's no ones fault. If it is anyones fault it's Voldemorts. If it wasn't for him this wouldn't have happened in the first place." Draco smiled, knowing Harry was able to see his mouth. "You should not be so sad, it doesn't suit you."

"But I was the reason he had to come to the Ministry." Harry said, looking to his hands.

Draco didn't know a thing about what happened at the Ministry of Magic. All he knew was that Sirius Black wanted to save Harry. "Because he loved you." Draco said, grabbing Harry's hand. It was cold, ice-cold.

Harry looked up. "You're so warm. Are you an angel?"

Draco chuckled. "Something like that. I want to make you feel better."

Suddenly Harry let himself fall into his arms. "I need to be warmed up. I've been cold for so long."

Slowly Draco pulled Harry closer into a tighter hug. A satisfied feeling welled up in his heart. It felt good, the hug felt good. Potter felt good.

"You're so beautiful." Draco whispered, when Harry had released him from the hug. He was surprised that Harry trusted him so soon.

Harry flushed and smiled weakly.

The pain Draco was feeling was decreasing slowly, which meant that Harry was feeling better too. With his thumb, Draco removed Harry's tears. "Don't cry." he whispered.

"Harry!" he heard two voices call.

"Your friends are looking for you," Draco whispered, knowing that his first good moment with Potter would end soon. "I must go."

"But-"

Draco couldn't resist himself, Harry was looking so beautiful and innocent. Softly, Draco kissed Harry. Their lips met. Harry's lips were once again cold, but it didn't matter. He wanted to warm them up. He wanted to suck Harry's tongue out and make love to the boy. But he resisted. Draco took Harry's bottom lip between his lips and nibbled softly on it. Tasting salt just like in the tree. He gave Harry a few more soft kisses, before standing up. He saw Harry's stunned look, his big innocent eyes.

"Harry!" His friends were getting closer. He had to go now.

"Don't go." Harry whispered when he finally snapped out of it, standing up as well.

"I have to." Draco whispered, capturing Harry's lips in a kiss once more.

"Will we meet again?" Harry asked, still holding his hand to prevent him from walking away. He had a desperate and painful look in his eyes.

'Merlin, he looks so adorable!'

"We'll meet again. I promise." Draco whispered, before turning around and running into the forest.

He hated the damn thing, but he had no choice. Granger must not see him, she would probably do research on him and find out he's an elf. And the trouble would start. Suddenly the thought that Harry might tell his friends shot through his mind. He stopped and decided to listen.

"Harry! Are you alright?" Granger asked, panting heavily. Which made Draco sick in the stomach, it sounded disgusting.

"We looked all over for you mate!" Ron said, panting as well.

"I'm fine!" Harry said cheerfully.

"You are?" Ron and Granger exclaimed.

"Yes, I feel much better!" Harry answered again cheerfully, which made Draco feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

"But you were devastated just a few minutes ago." Hermione exclaimed, obviously surprised.

"Not anymore." Harry smiled

"How come?" Hermione asked, grabbing Harry's hand as if he was about to tell something horrible.

"Let's just say I had a little help." Harry grinned.

"From who?" Ron asked.

"I'm not sure if I'm allowed to tell you, but you wouldn't believe me anyway." Harry said, much to Draco's relief.

"Try us." Hermione said determined.

'Stupid Granger' Draco thought angrily.

"The most beautiful, warm, loving creature I've ever seen and that's all I'm telling you!" Harry said.

"What did it do to you?" Ron asked worriedly.

"It kissed me." Harry sighed happily. "I felt all warm inside."

"Are you sure you didn't fall asleep?" Ron asked.

"I'm sure I didn't! See I shouldn't have told you! I said you wouldn't believe me! Finally I feel better again and the only thing you two can do is nag my head off!" Harry exclaimed, obviously hurt. Draco felt a twinge of pain in his heart, knowing it was Harry's. There was a long silence after Harry's last words.

"Well... let's go back to the castle." Hermione said softly.

"Hermione, please do me a favour. Don't go to the library for research and don't mention this conversation ever again. I don't want people to think I'm crazy, like you obviously think I am." Harry almost begged.

"I don't think you're crazy Harry." Hermione sighed. "I'm grateful that you feel better, that's all."

"Promise." Harry said sternly.

"I promise." Hermione sighed again.

***

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Every time I see your face, my heart smiles

-DC-

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Draco couldn't concentrate the rest of the day. It felt as if he was walking on air. He had kissed Potter. Ok... his elfish form had kissed Potter. This feeling... it was so special. He didn't want to turn into the cold, dark, evil and moody Draco Malfoy. This was his true nature and he had to hide it.

The glowing had stopped as soon as he couldn't hear or see Potter anymore and he turned into the normal elf again, although the special feeling inside him remained.

Draco had worked out his plans for 'The kidnap Potter plan'. He knew that Harry always stayed at Hogwarts for the holidays, so he had to stay too and kidnap him.

After lunch Draco had written his father a letter to ask his permission to stay here during the Christmas holidays.

He had seen Potter again that day. He was heading to Care of Magical Creatures and to Draco's amusement he had seen a dreamy look on his face. His friends were talking to him, he heard that, but he didn't even hear them, which made them very annoyed, of course. He wanted to stay and watch Potter a bit longer, but there were too many voices. He really had to learn to focus his hearing. Sometimes he heard Potter's voice above the others, murmuring that there was nothing wrong and that things were great.

Snickering to himself he entered the dreaded forest, searching for the perfect place to build their little house. There were so many noises inside the forest. A scared feeling washed over him, he kept reminding himself that he was an elf now and that he could walk really fast. With his wand firmly in his hand he continued his way into the forest, making sure to mark his way.

About an hour had passed before Draco stopped and looked around. There was a glade, things were light. He could even see the clouds above him. This would be a perfect place for their house, he decided. Now he had to find spells to build his house and make sure wild animals couldn't enter the house. It would be perfect. Although deep down inside he knew he couldn't force Potter to love him, but what was wrong about the fact that they spent a little time together. He didn't want to think about the consequences of kidnapping Potter. The only thing he knew was that there was no chance Potter would start a normal conversation with him if things weren't forced. It was simply impossible. Maybe it was possible in his elfish form and he was sure that he would use it more often to talk to Potter, but he didn't want Potter to be in love with his elfish form, because although it was his true nature, he could never be the elfish him. Never. His father and name would never allow that. He was a Malfoy, not an elf.

But on the other hand... He knew his elfish form was going to win if he was in the arms of Potter. So much for being strong... His mind was set, but his heart was too gone to save him. He liked to think he got a choice, but deep down that little voice didn't faze him. For now he would be Draco Malfoy, the annoying, spoiled but incredibly hot boy. Only Potter could bring out his elfish form. When he was near Potter, everything was crystal clear. He didn't mind being an elf for Potter. For now that was the only way he could reach the boy and it was enough... for now.

On his way back, his mind was full of thoughts. Thoughts of Potter's face. He still tasted Harry's kiss and he was feeling things he never felt before. It was such a delightful feeling. He never wanted this feeling to go away.

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I'm in love with you, you set me free...

-DC-

This is the beta-ed version. I apologise for not updating for so long. Updates will be coming, although they might take a while. I am truly very very sorry!

Madlove,

Black Elf

(I am not abandoning this story!)