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 Betraying Boy

"Mum!" Draco dropped his trunk at the entranceway of Malfoy Manor and ran to hug his mother.

"Dragon." She sighed, happily smoothing down the white-blonde hair on her son's head.

As Harry watched this interaction he smiled slightly. It was rare for him to see Draco show such affection, even toward himself.

Narcissa Malfoy spotted him at that moment, her mouth hung open in a dumbstruck, but elegant manner. A pale hand went to cover her gaping mouth. Draco turned and saw where his mother was looking.

"Dragon," she whispered in his ear. "Is it...?"

"It's not what you think mum." Draco looked at Harry, silver eyes filled with sadness. "I'm sorry," he finished.

"Draco, take your mother upstairs. I have matters I need to discuss with Harry," Lucius ordered.

Draco grasped his mother's hand and tore her gaze away from Harry, then led her away and up a marble staircase.

"You'll have to forgive Narcissa. She's not quite right in the head," Lucius said, motioning for Harry to follow him.

They entered a large study and Harry took a seat in one of the plush chairs across from the desk. "Who's coming tonight?" he asked.

Lucius sat in the chair at the desk. "Just the inner circle. The Dark Lord needs to perform a spell."

"Involving...?"

"I'm not quite sure, but I think it's supposed to strengthen him."

"He's not strong enough already? He did take what he needed from me-" And then Harry remembered when he'd gotten out of the shower that morning, Draco was clinging to his waist, trailing kisses down his neck and he was fixing his hair in the mirror, a failed effort but he tried all the same. Something had caught his eye, his forehead, a faint lightning shape, just barely visible, but it was still there. He'd brushed it off until now. "He needs all of my magic."

"A process more detailed than just a simple spell." Lucius nodded. "I don't know what is going to happen."

"Can I go up to my room now?" Harry asked, feeling sick.

"Of course, I'm sorry, I just-"

But Harry was gone, up the stairs and opening doors until he found the room with his trunk.

"So basically...we're doomed," Narcissa said, sitting in her bedroom with Draco after he'd told her about Harry's "switch".

"I just don't understand it." The woman sighed. "He was supposed to save us."

"Mum, that's exactly why he turned to the Dark side, because everything was riding on him."

"But he's the only one who can defeat Voldemort!"

Draco sighed and stood up. "I'm sorry, Mum, but you can destroy a person by depending on them, and that's what happened to Harry. I'm on his side in this." And he left.

"Harry?" Draco walked into the raven-haired teen's room to find him lying face down on the bed. "Are you alright?" He sat on the edge of the mattress.

A heavy sigh escaped Harry's lips before he began talking into the bed. "He's taking all of my magic...tonight, with some form of active spell," was the muffled reply.

"You can't let him do that!" Draco cried.

"Unfortunately, I can."

Draco snatched up his boyfriend's left arm and pushed up the sleeve to reveal cuts, just minutes old. "You have to stop this, Harry."

Harry looked up to see the worry and concern in the blonde's eyes. "I know," he whispered before crawling up into Draco's lap. "I'm just scared."

Harry was seated in a wooden chair, head falling back to look at the ceiling. They were in a basement room in the Manor that strangely resembled a dungeon. The rest of the inner-circle Death Eaters who were all holding candles, except for Lucius who held a silver dagger, surrounded him.

Voldemort stood before Harry. "Malfoy," he called and Lucius stepped forward.

Instructions had been given before hand, so Lucius walked towards Harry, glanced at Voldemort then slit Harry's right wrist. The Gryffindor winced as he felt blood slip down his palms.

The elder Malfoy looked at his master, whose wrist was also split open. He hesitated.

"Do it," Voldemort commanded.

Harry shut his eyes as Lucius took another step towards him. "Stop," Harry cried. "I'm sorry, my Lord, but I can't let you do this."

Voldemort glared at him. "Why should I let you live after this? After you've betrayed me?"

Harry's mind raced. "I..." He looked from Voldemort's face to his gushing wrist and to the Dark Lord again. "I can bring Draco to our side."

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Sorry this chapter's so short, I had to end it there, for suspense, ya know, I'll try and update soon.

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