Disclaimer: Not J.K.R...thanks for noticing

Warning: SLASH...yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thanks so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Restless Boy

Harry tossed and turned in bed that night, unable to sleep. It felt as if he were being watched.

He snatched his wand off the night table and jumped out of bed then looked around the dorm room. Everything seemed to be in order, but there was something very uncomfortable about being in there for Harry.

He pulled out his invisibility cloak and then snuck out of Gryffindor tower.

Draco rolled over in bed, ignoring the knocking sound.

"Draco," someone called through the portrait.

The blonde grumbled and got out of bed. "It's after three in the morning, this better be damn good," he said, heading to the portrait hole. "Who is it?"

"Harry."

He raised an eyebrow and opened the painting wall. No one was there.

"Hey," Harry said, pulling off his cloak and stepping inside. "I know it's late, but I couldn't sleep."

Draco stared at Harry and the cloak in his hand. "Did I miss something?"

Harry smiled. "Sorry. Dad's old cloak. I use it to get around when I'm not supposed to be around."

"Ah."

"Anyway, I was thinking, remember what you put on the table before?" Harry asked.

The blonde nodded.

"Well, I'd like to take you up on that."

Draco smiled and nodded and then Harry caught the Slytherin's lips in a kiss, much deeper than their previous one.

Harry and Draco were snogging on the couch come Friday. The blonde's hands had wandered down to grope around inside of Harry's pants.

Harry moaned, pulling out of a passionate kiss. "I have to go," he said.

Draco whined, "But we're just getting started."

Harry smiled and kissed the Slytherin's nose. "Duty calls." He held his arm out so Draco could see the Dark Mark, burning black.

Draco rolled his eyes, but not before noticing a fresh wave of cuts around his boyfriend's wrist.

"You could come with me," Harry suggested, buttoning his pants.

The blonde just laughed, ignoring the evidence of Harry's depression. "Yeah, and make my father happy? You wish."

Harry shrugged and pulled on his robe.

Draco pouted and sat back on the couch.

Harry chuckled, gave Draco one more quick kiss, then went to meet Blaise and Pansy.

"Oh, my Lord, my Lord, I'm sorry I was ever caught."

"Stop groveling, Bellatrix!" Voldemort snapped as Harry and the others arrived.

Bellatrix turned around and spotted Harry. "What is he doing here!?"

"Potter is one of our newest recruits."

Harry smirked at the look on the former prisoner's face and took his seat at Voldemort's left hand.

"I don't believe this!" she shrieked. "He's a spy, he's got to be!"

"Oh, speaking of which." Harry turned to the Dark Lord. "I got word that Dumbledore is firing our Defense against the Dark Arts teacher. I suspect he'll hire Snape in that position and get a new Potion's Master."

Voldemort nodded. "That would make sense, especially if they suspect we're close to war. Any word on the Order?"

Harry shook his head. "I'll write Lupin tomorrow."

Bellatrix scowled. "I don't believe this," she muttered again.

"If you're quite finished." Voldemort glared at her and she sat down.

The meeting continued in its usual flow.

"Lucius." Voldemort turned to Draco's father.

"I've moved Jennings into the Muggle Artifacts sector in the Ministry. To better track Arthur Weasley and his dealings with the Order."

Ron's face flashed in Harry's mind.

"Where do your loyalties lie, Potter? With the muggle borns and half bloods you hang out with? With those muggle-loving fools? They're lower than dirt, Potter," Pansy spat that breezy summer night right before their initiation.

"We have a chance to take the world, Harry. We can get rid of the filth breathing our air," Blaise added, a sadistic smile on his face.

It had all sounded so rehearsed to Harry, like they didn't have any beliefs; just what they were told was right and wrong. It was wrong to associate with muggles, but it was right to side with the impending doom that was Voldemort.

Lucius had shown up then, throwing a deadly glare at Harry. And that was the beginning, of the end, of Harry fucking Potter, savior of the Wizarding world.

"...And Crabbe and Goyle are filling some new positions that I've added," Lucius continued.

Harry saw Draco, the way he had been for six years, Crabbe and Goyle always at his elbows.

"As for the school..." Voldemort looked to Pansy.

"There are few students of age that wish to take a position with you my Lord," she began. "Those who do are all Slytherins, and those who are not of age say they'll wait, and be ready when the time comes."

The dark one nodded. "We'll have another ceremony after the holidays then."

Harry remembered Dumbledore and all the help he'd given the Gryffindor over the years, starting from the very beginning, when he took him away from the Dursley's.

"As for Draco..."

The words of his boyfriend came back: "How can someone be so loyal to a person who's tried to kill them for seventeen years?"

"Have you heard anything of him joining us, Lucius?"

Harry snapped back to reality.

"I expect him to make a decision during the holidays."

Voldemort nodded and the meeting was adjourned.

"Harry." Lucius stopped him. "You'll be coming to the Manor for the holidays, correct?"

Harry smiled weakly, dazed from all the mind lapses he'd just experienced. "Of course," he said.

Lucius nodded. "I'll meet you and Draco at platform nine and three quarters next Saturday then." And he was gone.

Harry caught sight of Bellatrix one last time before he ported back to the castle, and he remembered the night at the ministry... and Sirius.

Tears welled in Harry's eyes as he walked to his and Draco's room.

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