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 Plotting Boy

The end of holiday feast went as Harry remembered it going, the same for seven years in a row.

He yawned as Seamus droned on about his trip to the states. Hermione shot him a look that he couldn't quite figure out, scolding and…remorse?

He shook it off and reached for another roll. His sleeve fell halfway down his forearm, just far enough to reveal a hint of his mutilation. Sticking the roll in his mouth he quickly plunged his arm under the table.

Looking up he realized that everyone was still thoroughly engrossed in Seamus' story. Almost everyone. Hermione was staring at her best friend in horror.

Harry's stomach turned and he rushed out of the hall. Locking himself in the nearest lavatory he dropped his school bag and dug around inside of it for his razor-his friend.

Taking it out he caught sight of himself in the mirror, flushed and embarrassed. He froze; something glinted in his eyes that he'd never noticed before.

Fear.

He dropped the razor-his demise. Grabbed his bag and ran for the dungeons.

"I went out with Ginny," Blaise said to Draco. "Just a few dates."

They were sitting in the living area in Draco's room, neither having spoken for a while.

"That's how the doubt set in," he went on. "It was end of term last year. I took her to Hogsmead. Spur of the moment thing really. She just seemed so…happy. Not when I asked her on a date, but in general. I wanted that. I wanted to know why she got to have it."

He sighed, "Anyway, by that time I was already bound by a fate I wish I hadn't chosen. Prime meat for the Death Eater convention, and I got to bring the 'Golden Boy' down with me, I guess I got some twisted satisfaction knowing I wasn't the only one in hell. After I was sworn in I didn't see Ginny anymore. She started avoiding me in the halls. I never told her what had happened. She just knew."

Just then, as Draco was going to provide some words of comfort, the portrait swung open and Harry stumbled in.

"Harry what are you doing?" Draco jumped up in alarm.

"No," Harry started. "Let me talk. I don't want this; I don't want to feel compelled to hurt myself whenever things get rough, I don't want to hurt you. I don't want to be at the beck and call of the thing that's tried to kill me all my life."

"Maybe I should…" Blaise started to get up.

"No, stay, you should hear this too," Harry commanded. "Listen, I don't want to be ruled, controlled. I don't want to keep hurting. Draco, I told Voldemort that I would bring you to his side if he let me keep my magic."

Draco flinched.

"I know," Harry went on, "I betrayed you, I'm sorry, and I'll understand if you never forgive me. But I can't live like this anymore. I can't be suffocated by these things, these people."

"Harry," Draco walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm.

The Gryffindor flinched and Blaise gritted his teeth on the couch.

Draco lifted Harry's sleeve to reveal the burning mark that lay there.

"We're not going," Harry stated.

"But, Harry, what about Pansy?"

"She'll figure it out, either she covers for us or she doesn't, eventually they'll realize we're not coming back."

Draco steadied his boyfriend as Harry's knees bucked.

"Harry," Blaise continued to protest.

"I know," Harry held onto Draco, pain coursing through his body. "They'll kill us if they get the chance."

"I'm not ready to die," Blaise said, as the call became more persistent.

"Then we won't give them the chance to find us."

"And how do you plan to do that?" Draco asked.

Harry smiled and winced in the process, "With a distraction."

"Harry, I don't know," Draco protested, he was lying in bed with Harry that night, Blaise asleep on the couch in the next room.

"Please Dray, do this for me, do this to save me. I promise it'll be over soon."

"I-"

Harry cut him off with a kiss before he could say anymore.

"That doesn't solve the problem," Draco said, eyes closed as he breathed in Harry.

"No, it just delays it," Harry smiled and captured Draco's lips again. They heard the portrait open and faint voices from the other room.

"Ginny," Harry whispered kissing Draco's forehead. He got up and pulled on his pajama pants, then tossed the blonde's his as well.

They walked out together, both disregarding shirts, and found Blaise and Ginny on two separate couches in the living room.

"Hey Gin," Harry sat with Draco on the carpet, "Found it all right?"

She nodded and a smile took over her features. "You know, imaging the two of you…together really puts a picture in a girls head."

Draco blushed, something unusual for his Malfoy exterior.

"I see Ron and Hermione wasted no time in telling all of Gryffindor about finding me and Draco on the train." Harry said.

"Oh, no. They just told me. Hermione's really worried about you, Harry."

Harry nodded, "I know, that's actually what we wanted to talk to you about."

"Ginny," Blaise spoke. She turned to look at him, and Harry saw admiration in her eyes, he nudged Draco and the blonde nodded seeing it too. "Harry's figured out how to take down Voldemort."

Ginny gasped, "Really!? We have to tell Dumbledore!"

"Gin," Harry interrupted, "We can't. Dumbledore can't know."

"No one can," Blaise finished. "At least not until it's over."

"What? Why?"

"Ginny, there's something," Harry began, and then lost the words to say it accurately, "Ginny, I'm a Death Eater."

The youngest Wesley froze, all color chased out of her face. "You're lying," She whispered.

"I'm sorry, Gin, but it's true."

She gripped the arm on the couch, "I-I knew something was off. We-we all did. But this…I…"

"I know, it's a lot to comprehend. But, Gin, listen, we're leaving." Harry told her.

She looked to Blaise for comfort, but all he could do was nod in agreement with Harry.

"Where are you going to go?" She asked back to Harry.

"A cabin out in the mountains, owned by the Malfoy family. No one will look there for ages."

"We don't know how long we'll be gone," Blaise continued, Draco looked down at his lap.

"So…what are you telling me for?" Ginny asked.

"We need an accomplice," Harry said, "You have to tell everyone that you saw us leave, and you don't know where we went."

"Together?"

Harry looked at Draco, then at Blaise. "Just Blaise and I, everyone mostly suspects that we're friends, so it won't be that hard to convince them."

Ginny looked at Draco, "What about Malfoy?"

Harry squeezed the blonde's hand and Draco spoke, "I'll be sitting on Voldemort's throne."

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