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Warning: SLASH…yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

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

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Evil Boy

A week passed of Harry lying on the couch, bundled up, and watching old sitcoms. Blaise took care of him and spent most of his time writing what Harry could only assume were love letters to Ginny.

Finally, Harry was thinking clearly enough to contemplate writing Hermione back, so he re-read her letter.

"What's that?" Blaise asked, his hair dripping wet, having just gotten out of the shower (don't worry, he's dressed).

"Hermione wrote last week, pried everything out of Ginny," he handed the letter to the brunette and walked to the kitchen for some more tea.

"Do you want some-" he started, but then Hedwig flew in through the back door.

Blaise looked up. "Draco," he said.

"It's got to be," Harry added, with more hope than certainty.

They hadn't heard anything from the blonde in a week, both were beginning to worry.

Hedwig perched on the counter and Harry took the parchment:

Harry,

Write Lupin, tell him to get help and go to your Aunt and Uncle's house in Surrey, Lucius will be there looking for you. Eleven.

More soon

D

Harry took out a quill and parchment from one of the drawers.

"What's going on?" Blaise asked from the couch, Hermione's letter still in his hands.

The Gryffindor started the tip for Lupin.

Moony-

Harry froze, if he did that, wrote Remus as Moony, he would know.

He would know that it was Harry.

"Harry?"

Moony

The Dursleys, number four Privet Drive, Surry, eleven tonight, Lucius Malfoy will be there in search of Harry Potter.

Go with help.

He folded it and tied it to Hedwig's leg. "Take this to Lupin."

The bird flew off and Harry turned to a very impatient looking Blaise. "He set Lucius up."

"Crabbe, Goyle," Draco called; it was midnight in the Riddle home.

"Yes, Lord?" The two men approached.

"Go to Surrey, find Lucius," he commanded.

The two bowed out.

"As for the rest of you…" Draco looked towards the other Death Eaters in the room. "You're to wait in the library until I give further instruction." They began to file out. "Pettigrew, stay."

Peter reluctantly stopped and waited until all that were remaining in the study were himself Draco and Voldemort, sitting to Draco's right, observing his skills.

"Yes, my newly appointed Lord?"

"You sicken me rat," Draco hissed. "You're lucky to have lived so long." Voldemort watched as the blonde pulled out his wand and cast a spell that would presumably turn Peter into his rat self for good.

"Lestrange!" he spat and Bellatrix rushed in. "Take care of that." He pointed with his wand at the confused rat.

"Yes, my Lord."

She stunned it then picked it up by the tail and left the room.

Voldemort turned to Draco as the blonde took his seat. "You seem to have a handle on things," the former Dark Lord said.

Draco nodded. "I perceived it as being a much more difficult task."

"Well, once Potter lets it all out, tells all our plans to Dumbledore, then you'll have a royal mess on your hands."

"How do you know he'll tell?"

"He was trusted here, among the inner circle. The kind of information he retained is very valuable, especially to members of the Order of the Phoenix. Harry could use that information to get back on the Order's good side."

Draco nodded.

"I was surprised when he left," Voldemort continued. "I more or less expected it of Zambini, but not Potter." He waved his hand as if to signify that it was of no importance, something you could just write off, betrayal that is. "But that doesn't matter, they'll get what's coming soon enough."

Draco gritted his teeth and held his tongue. Blaise was just as loyal as anyone, even more so, he knew from experience. And who did Voldemort think he was to know what to expect of Harry?

"Well, I'm off to bed," Voldemort said before sauntering out of the room.

Draco let out a deep sigh. Lucius should have been retained an hour ago, now it was Crabbe and Goyle Sr.'s turn.

He'd take Bellatrix himself; those were the only real threats. Besides Peter, but he'd been taken care of, locked in a plastic tank in the living room until further notice.

And of course Voldemort, but only Harry could deal with him. It was the prophecy after all.

Blaise would be there, too and he would help Draco fend off the other Death Eaters.

Malfoy and Zambini, the unbeatable team.

Draco leaned back in his chair; it would all be over soon, he would be with Harry again. He just had to hold on a little longer…

"This was a set up, wasn't it?" Lucius spat as Remus shoved him into a holding cell in the Ministry where he would remain until his trial.

"We got a tip." The werewolf locked the door to the cell.

"I knew he was up to something," the elder Malfoy grumbled.

"Who? Voldemort?"

Lucius glared at him. "No, you prat-"

"Might I remind you that I am a werewolf, you're in a cage, and the full moon is tomorrow-"

"Draco," he said. "Draco is ruling for the Dark Lord."

Lupin studied the other man for a moment, looking for traces of a lie on his face. He nodded, satisfied, and then made his way to Grimmauld Place.

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