Title: Dangerously in Love
Summary: Yes you already guessed it, The Draco Malfoy(Sex-god of Hogwarts) is
in Love for the first time. We all know that he's spoiled rotten by his father.
Unfortunately his father can't get this for him, which makes him Dangerously in
Love.
Warning: This is SLASH. Boy/Boy---- Don't like it? BUGGER OFF! And don't
flame me telling me it's disgusting, because that makes me very pissed off...
That's my warning for now...
Pairings: DM/Everybody in Hogwarts(Ok, now I'm lying... No Huffelpufs and
Absolutely NO Gryffindors. Ravenclaws? ... Only if they're hot and smart.
Slytherins, welcome to my lovely, black and silk bed) & DM/HP (If
everything goes as planned...)
Year: 6th year, and believe me it was Hell for me
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except my little plot in his story... And the Draco
Malfoy in my dreams...*licks her lips*… ok I don't own that Draco either!
Thanks to my beta-reader: MEGHAN!!!
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Chapter 6: Time
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It was time. Time to kidnap Harry and take him away to
his cottage deep within the Forbidden Forest. Draco had waited a long time for
this day to come and in a couple of hours all the students would be on their
way home.
To his relief he was allowed to stay, even before he asked. He was writing to
his father a few days ago when a letter arrived. His father told him it was
important to stay in Hogwarts and await Voldemort's orders.
How could Draco know that both himself and Harry would be kidnapped in the
Forbidden Forest, not to escape for two weeks ...
Draco smirked, sitting on the black couch in front of the fire. Everything was
going precisely according to his plan. Behind him, students were leaving the
Slytherin common room and saying good-bye to their friends.
Draco made his way to breakfast late and saw to his surprise that Harry was
late too. Draco smiled to himself and walked to the Slytherin table. Nothing
could ruin his mood now. He filled his plate and began eating, enjoying the
great view of his lovely Harry.
Harry looked all right from where Draco was sitting, although he was sitting
alone there was a small smile on his face.
Since their last meeting Draco hadn't spoken to Harry at all. Not even in his
human form. It was better this way Draco figured. The chances of being
discovered by Harry were too large and he couldn't risk that. Besides he
couldn't risk the fact that he would get so elvish in his human form that he
couldn't kidnap Harry anymore. He didn't want to become a good guy all of a
sudden. It was bad enough that he didn't know if he wanted to join the dark
side.
He couldn't make up his mind. Making a choice was just too hard. It was eating
him up inside. One minute he was sure he'd give up Harry and join Voldemort. The
next minute he realized his love for Harry was so strong that he could never
join Voldemort. Then he realized that he would absolutely have no life at all
if he gave up the dark side and started to doubt again.
He had nightmares about choosing, both of the choices seemed wrong in his
dreams. One night when he chose Harry, they both ended up dead after being
tortured. The following night he chose to join Voldemort and had to kill Harry.
Draco quickly looked away when Harry noticed his stare. Now that he saw Harry
sitting there so beautifully, he would chose Harry. Draco shivered. Knowing
Harry was watching him. It made him blush slightly and the Great Hall seemed to
be a lot warmer than when he walked in.
Harry's stare was making him uncomfortable now, but he didn't want to leave. He
wanted to stay close to Harry. Besides, everything was taken care of. The only
thing he needed to do was grab his bag, before kidnapping Harry.
Draco felt a stab of disappointment when he saw Harry get up. He abandoned his
cup of Earl Gray and followed Harry out of the Great Hall. His stomach didn't
want to calm down, when he remembered that tonight he and Harry would be in his
cottage.
Draco followed Harry, leaving enough space between them to keep Harry
oblivious. He had to know where Harry was. He didn't have time to spend hours
searching for the boy, before attacking him in surprise. Of course he had to
take Harry to a place where no portraits were watching. That way Dumbledore
wouldn't know what was going on.
Draco cursed under his breath when he saw Harry go into the library. It would
take a lot of persuasion to get Harry out of there without making a scene. That
would only make them suspect him. He would just have to wait until Harry was tired
of being in the Library.
What was Harry doing in the Library anyway? Draco wondered, but dropped the
thought and walked to his dorm to collect his things.
To his surprise none of the paintings said anythingto him. Normally they would
say 'Hello' or say something nasty, but now they were unusually quiet. Draco
only noticed that fact when he arrived at his dorm. It was dark, someone had
put out all the candles.
Draco's heart began to beat faster and he knew that something was wrong ...
very wrong. Something that was bound to ruin his plans. He quickly grabbed his
wand and stepped back into the doorway
"Lumos." Draco said.
Draco almost dropped his wand when he
saw his father sitting on the chair next to his bed.
"Hello son." his father smirked,
obviously finding the look on Draco's face extremely amusing.
Draco quickly pulled himself
together. "Hello father." he replied, lowering his wand.
"I have come to prepare you for your
test." Lucius said, standing up and walking towards him.
"Test?" Draco asked, trying to compose himself.
"Yes, Draco. I told you our Lord
would test you to find out where your loyalties lie." Lucius explained
impatiently.
"But father ... " Draco stuttered.
Suddenly understanding what his father meant by doing the unexpected and why he
was allowed to stay over the holidays. They wanted him to help catch Harry.
"Yes, Draco?" Lucius smirked.
He had to get them out of here. "It
is not safe to be here father." Draco said quickly. "Professor Dumbledore will
know about your presence."
"All the students, except a few, are
gone and the portraits ..."
"Are asleep." Draco finished for his
father.
"No, drugged." Lucius corrected him.
"Is it possible to drug a portrait?"
Draco asked, trying to win some time.
"With Dark Magic almost anything is
possible, Draco. I trust you know that." Lucius said sternly.
"Yes, father." Draco said, looking
down.
Then after a short silence, Draco
knew he had to ask the question.
"What is it the Lord wishes me to do, father?" Draco asked, pleasing his
father.
"To bring us Harry Potter." Lucius
smirked.
Draco swallowed. He was right. How he
had hoped he was wrong. "All right father." he answered trying to keep his
breath steady.
"Now, I'll tell you what you have to
do. So listen very carefully, I trust you do not want to feel the consequences
if you fail." Lucius said coldly.
"No father." Draco answered.
"We will be awaiting the two of you
on the edge of the Forbidden Forest. As you know that fool of a Headmaster you
have will not be able to track us down in the forest. We will be waiting for
you in the woods east of the Quidditch field. I expect you to bring that Potter
boy there with some lame excuse. Like you want to play a game of Quidditch
against him. You will guide him as close to the forest as possible. We will
take it from there. Understood?" Lucius asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Yes, father." Draco answered as good
boys did.
"Draco you must realize how important
you are in this mission. We want Potter. We want to finish him once and for
all. The Dark Lord has great plans for you if you succeed. So Do Not Fail." Lucius
said sternly, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look right into the mans
eyes.
"I will not fail, father." Draco answered, nervous as hell.
"Good Luck, my son and make it quick."
Lucius said, before leaving him alone.
Draco stood in his dark dorm feeling
as if he was being torn apart. He had absolutely no clue what he had to do. How
could he refuse the Dark Lord when he was so close? Awaiting him on the edge of
the forest. Draco knew what he had to do. The Dark Lord had great plans for him
if he succeeded.
With fingers as cold as ice, Draco began his search for Harry. He tried not to
think too much and focussed on the things his father said to him. He looked at
every painting in the corridors and noticed that they were all staring dumbly
into the air.
If only his father had given him more clues that something like this was coming
his way. Then he could have prepared. He could have made his choice. Now he was
forced to make his choice in such a short time, that he was sure he would pick
the wrong one. His first choice was to save Harry, but his fathers words kept
repeating themselves in his head.
'I
trust you do not want to feel the consequences if you fail'
He forced himself to think that saving Harry was
not the better choice. If he chose Harry, he would chose the wrong option.
His hands were trembling when he stood in front of the Library doors. He took a
deep breathe and opened the door.
He looked around in the library and found it completely empty. He quickly
checked the Library for Harry, but the whole Library was empty. He walked over
to the main desk and opened the book.
His fingers searching for the last thing that was lent out.
Harry Potter:
- The Ancient
Elves
- Elves and
their way of living
- The mysteries
of Elvish creatures
Draco quickly slammed the book shut. He did not just read that. He could not
let this effect his choice. Sure, Harry was interested in the Elvish him, but
he could never be the Elvish him.
Harry and he would only continue to torture each other, by believing they could
work it out together. But Harry was in love with a different him, the one he
could not be. He was going to be a death eater. Harry's enemy. So he had to
give up the false hope he had all this time and start to think rationally.
Harry and he had no future at all. Harry and the Light Side had. He and the
Dark Side had one too. So why believe in something that is obviously not meant
to be.
With that thought Draco fled the Library, running quickly. Harry couldn't be
far and Harry wouldn't run. If he was lucky he would catch up with the boy,
before he entered the Gryffindor Tower.
Draco was right. After running a few corridors he spotted Harry walking just
around the corner. He slowed down and steadied his breathe, before letting
Harry notice him.
Harry looked around and shot Draco a cold stare.
"Well, Hello Potter." Draco drawled.
Harry rolled his eyes and ignored
him. He continued to walk towards the portrait, which was getting dangerously
close.
"Interested in Elves I see." Draco asked, trying to get Harry's attention.
It helped, Harry put away his books
and faced him. "What do you want, Malfoy?" he asked annoyed. "Just because you
happen to be staying does not mean that I fancy a fight with you."
"I just thought that maybe we could
play a game of Quidditch together." Draco said, while inside his heart was
screaming. Ordering him to run away, but a man who trusts his heart is a fool. He
learned that from his father a long time ago.
"And why would I be interested in playing Quidditch with you?" Harry asked,
raising one eyebrow.
"Because you like playing Quidditch
and you're as desperate to kick my butt as I am to kick yours." Draco replied
smugly.
Draco could see that Harry was
considering his offer by the look on his face. 'Say no, Say no.' he begged
Harry mentally.
"All right. Have it your way." Harry
sighed. "I have to bring away my books and put on my Quidditch robes. I'll meet
you infront of the Great Hall in fifteen minutes."
"All right." Draco said, squeezing
his first so hard that his nails were drawing blood.
"Prepare to lose, Malfoy." Harry called after
him.
"You wish." Draco yelled back,
walking towards his dormitory.
it was a long lonely walk to the
Slytherin dormitory. Draco utterly despised himself for what he was doing, but
knew there was no way back. If he didn't meet Harry in front of the Great Hall,
Harry would walk to the Quidditch fields by himself and they would catch him
anyway. Maybe that was better. That way Harry didn't blame him, but then he
realized he'd already chosen the Dark side. Why not take the glory his father
promised him. At least he would be something.
Draco walked to his dorm and took his Quidditch robes out of his closet. He
hadn't planned on taking them with him to the cottage. All that work for
nothing. All the daydreaming for nothing.
Draco sat down and slowly put on his robes. He felt like crying. Why was it
that every time he wanted something really bad something or someone came and
messed it all up? How he wished to hold Harry just one more time.
First he let Harry fall in love with the Elvish him, not telling the poor boy that
in real life he was his enemy. Then he stabbed Harry in the back and betrayed
him horribly by delivering him to Voldemort, but there was nothing he could do
about it now.
"Draco." his fathers voice made him yelp.
Draco looked up surprised to see his
father in his room for the second time that day. "Yes, father?"
"Good luck. Here's your snitch."
his father said, giving him the snitch his father brought for him when he was
little.
"Thank you, father." Draco said.
"Listen, Draco. If you fail, we will
be waiting for you inside," Lucius said. "but I know you'll lead Potter right
into the trap. Plan B wont be necessary."
With that he left Draco for the
second time.
He made his way to the Great Hall
quicker than necessary, hoping to spend as much time as possible with Harry. He
held his snitch tightly in his hand and waited for Harry.
He hoped the boy didn't show up. It would fail, yes ... but Harry would still
be alive and the two of them could be 'kidnapped' as planned. No one would
blame him, because it was not his fault that some horrible monster took them
deep into the Forbidden Forest. He had done a lot of research for creatures
capable of doing such things, so his story would be believed.
His heart jumped when he saw Harry walking from the stairs looking so good and
relaxed. Draco almost cursed him for looking so relaxed.
"So, are you ready?" Harry asked, swinging his broom over his shoulder.
Draco nodded, knowing that he would
have no words to say if he opened his mouth. He didn't want to look stupid in
the last minutes he was with Harry.
They both walked silently to the Quidditch grounds. Normally Draco would have
started some kind of conversation, but he didn't want to talk. He felt absolutely
terrible about himself and what he was doing.
Harry turned around and looked at him, obviously noticing the silence.
'He must think I'm scared,' Draco thought. 'If he only knew...'
"Why are we walking so slow?" Harry
suddenly asked.
Draco frowned. He hadn't noticed they were walking slow. "I'm not walking slow."
Draco said.
"Yes, you are!" Harry replied. "You
walk like a snail."
"Oh ..." Draco said, not wanting to
pick a fight. He was too nervous to think up a sharp reply.
"You've got the snitch, right?" Harry asked when they entered the Quidditch
grounds.
"Yes, I have." Draco answered. He
wanted to run back to Hogwarts dragging Harry with him. He didn't want this,
but it was too late. His fate was sealed.
Draco slowly opened his hand, releasing the snitch. It flew away immediately. Draco
tried to keep track of the little thing, but lost it soon.
Harry mounted his broom and flew into the air, waiting for Draco to follow. "Ok,
whoever catches the snitch first wins!" Harry yelled to Draco who was
still standing on the ground.
Draco gripped his broom so tightly
that his hands turned white. He couldn't give in. He couldn't give in to his
feelings. When Harry flew into the air, he'd almost yelled for Harry to come
down. He bit his lip and looked to the ground. When he looked up Harry was
floating in front of him.
"Is something wrong? You seem a bit pale." Harry asked.
'Merlin. Don't do this Potter. Don't
show concern. Just hate me, damnit.' Draco thought. "I'm always pale, Potter."
Draco said hoarsely.
"Well, you don't look so good." Harry
said stubbornly.
"Just shut up, Harry. Fuck! Potter, I
meant Potter." Draco exclaimed, blushing slightly.
"You're acting weird, Malfoy." Harry
pointed out. "You're trembling and acting nervous. Are you feverish?"
"No! Malfoy's never get feverish." Draco
said indignant, stepping back as Harry approached him. He knew that Harry would
check his forehead, but he couldn't bare to feel Harry's touch. No, now he was
betraying him in the worst way possible. "Lets fly." Draco said, trying to
shake his thoughts off him.
Harry looked at him oddly, but
mounted his broom as Draco did.
Draco flew high and looked around the
edge of the forest. He didn't see a thing, but he knew they were there. Just
like they were in the castle. He noticed his hands were trembling even worse. He
took a deep breath and signaled Harry that he was ready to begin the game. The
last game he would ever play with Harry.
They both waited for the snitch to appear, but nothing happened. Until Draco
saw it flying dangerously close to the spot the Death Eaters were hiding. Suddenly
Draco realized that the snitch was cursed by his father. If Harry saw the
snitch, it would lead him right into the trap.
Draco quickly looked away from the snitch, hoping Harry hadn't noticed his
stare. It was too late. Harry was already speeding up, heading for the snitch.
Draco was stunned for a few seconds, watching Harry fly right into his death.
"What am I doing? What the Fuck am I doing? I can't do this... I love Harry!"
Draco said to himself. He had once again made the wrong decision. This one
would kill him just as it would kill Harry if he didn't put it right. He
couldn't believe that he didn't see this earlier. The guilt he was feeling now
would haunt him his whole life. It was as if he got a shot of adrenaline. He
raced after Harry yelling, "Potter, No! Potter! Stop!"
He was screaming his lungs out, but
Harry was to high to hear him.
Draco panicked and grabbed his wand. He was getting desperate now. He aimed at
the snitch, which was, as he expected, flying closer and closer to the
Forbidden Forest. He cast a spell knowing he would miss the snitch, but maybe
the light would make Harry stop.
Draco forced his broom to fly harder. He had to catch up with Harry. The spell
missed the snitch terribly and almost hit Harry. Which was good, because it
made Harry stop and turn around.
"Potter, Come back!" Draco yelled, waving with his arm. He didn't know if Harry
heard him. He saw hooded figures sliding out of the forest behind Harry and
screamed again.
"Potter, Come Back! Watch Out!" Draco
yelled, flying closer to Harry.
"What are you yelling about Malfoy?" Harry asked angrily, when Draco had
reached him.
"Death Eaters ... Behind you! Come
with me!" Draco panted out of breath. "Fly back!"
Harry looked around him and saw the
Death Eaters standing behind him on the ground.
"Stupify!" Draco yelled, attacking a Death Eater who was about to cast a
spell. "Keep flying Potter. That way its harder for them to aim." Draco ordered
Harry.
Harry was looking a bit surprised,
but followed Draco's order and kept flying from one spot to the other. Just
like Draco was doing.
Both of them tried to avoid curses the Death Eaters were throwing at them and
tried to retaliate as much as possible, but there were too many. Like ants they
were sliding out of the forest.
Draco glanced Harry's way and saw him doubled over in pain. "Fuck!" he
exclaimed, flying towards Harry. "Potter, lets get out of here. They're too
strong. We have to get you to a safe place."
Harry nodded, but just as he did a
curse hit his broom. The broom exploded into little pieces of wood.
In reflex Draco grabbed Harry's arm and pulled the boy in front of him on his
broom. He noticed that Harry was staring numbly into the air. Draco forced his
speed up, while coloured lights were dancing around him. He flew back to the
Quidditch field, hoping the Death Eaters would miss him. He tried to fly with
curves, but with two persons on a broom it was a lot harder.
Harry was sitting on his broom as if he was stunned and it wasn't helping one
bit.
Draco looked behind him. The Death Eaters had stopped following them, knowing
the risk of being discovered was too big. He sighed in relief and began to fly
back to the castle, but remembered Death Eaters would be awaiting them there
too.
Now there
was only one place to go to.
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I hope you liked this chapter. I would like to ask(read beg) you to read my new story Fallen. It's Slave!Harry and Master!Draco and a bit disturbing... I must say that, but please check it out!
