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Summary: What if Harry didn't want the future that was forced on him? What if he went against Dumbledor's orders, and left the Dursley's without telling anyone? ...and what if Draco doesn't want to be what his father expects him to be? What if Draco only wanted to feel friendship and love, something he's never recieved before?

Rating: R

Warnings: Slash, Yaoi, Shounen-Ai, gayness, whatever people call it. No like, no read. This may also contain M-Preg, but I'm not sure yet. Oh, gore too, and foul language. Oh, and a VERY ooc Draco.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, and all those other characters do NOT belong to Evanescent Luminescence, and in fact belong to J.K. Rowling, the brilliant woman she is. If you sue me, all you'll recive is my bed, my computer, and my hamster named Draco because THAT Draco belongs to me :P

A Touch Of Evil-- Chapter Four

Something Wicked That Way Goes

'But he couldn't shake the feeling of walking into a trap.'

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy climbed silently into the back of the man's car, silent for the moment. The man climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. It was old, blue, and rusty, nothing more than a piece of shit. Neither boys commented on this however.

"So. My name is Damen Van Phios. Who are you two boys?"

Harry and Draco glanced at each other. They decided silently not to use their own names. Just incase. "Harold Parker." Harry said quickly.

"Donald Marcus sir." Draco said politely.

And strangely enough, the man bought the lie. "Harold and Donald. Lovely names. Where are you two from?"

Harry gestured for Draco to make up this lie. The blond male glared at him. "Not here." he said simply. "Sorry 'bout the lack of information, we feel insecure enough to even give you our names, let alone where we're from."

"Ah, not a problem boys. Not a problem at all." Damen said simply, not taking his eyes off the road.

The two boys glanced nervously at each other. They felt as though they had done something stupid. They had no idea just how bad it was about to get.

"Well, here you are." Damen said, pushing open the door to the room. There was only one bed in the room, though it was queen-sized. The carpet was dull green and the walls were golden-orange. "We've only got one spare bed-- sorry!"

Draco and Harry inspected the room. "That's okay." Harry said, smiling. "I can sleep on the floor."

Damen smiled at them. "Well, I'll go cook you up something grand to eat. You two make yourselves comfortable!"

When he was gone, the two boys sat on the carpet, staring at each other. Somehow they had decided to do the immature thing and hold a staring contest. The loser had to speak their mind first.

Harry lost. ...on purpose. "Look, Draco-- something feels wrong about this. I just feel like we're walking into a trap with open arms. That man.... I think I've seen him before. Someone from my uncle's work."

And when Harry spoke, Draco felt proud. He had finally beaten the famous Harry Potter, even if it was at some childish game. "He's a muggle, that's for sure. But he might be corrupted." At that, Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Corrupted? What does that mean?" Harry asked quietly.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Corrupted. Someone's controling him. My dad... or the Dark Lord or.... someone!"

Now Harry rolled his eyes. "Right. Corrupted." He stood, stretching, and draped himself on te bed.

The blond male frowned and followed him. "I thought you said you could sleep on the floor?"

"Well.... I changed my mind." Harry stuck his tongue out and curled up on the bed. He tensed when Draco curled up right beside him. "W-what are you doing?" he asked, glancing at the Slytherin.

Draco raised a fine eyebrow. "What's it look like? I'm going to sleep you dolt, with or without you here." he closed his eyes and snuggled into the sheets.

Harry sighed and pulled the blankets up around them both. "Whatever. Just stay away from me."

The other smirked. "I wouldn't dream of it." he purred, but Harry was already asleep.

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Harry woke up when Damen shook his shoulder lightly. "Harold. Harold wake up. Y our dinner is ready." He smiled. The dark-haired boy groaned and shifted.

"Wha....? Oh!" He sat up quickly. "Thank you sir. Would you like me to wake up.... Donald... too?" He prayed that Damen wouldn't pick up the hesitation at Draco's name.

And he didn't, either. "That would be great. Come down stairs when you're done waking up." Damen said, grinning strangely before leaving the room. Harry immediately turned around and pushed Draco out of the bed.

"OW!!" Draco yelped and sat up quickly. "Ouch! Hey, what was that for?" he whined, picking himself up and dusting off his clothes.

"My name is Harold Parker. Your name is Donald Marcus. Our 'kind man person' is Damen. Dinner is ready. I had to wake you up. That help?" Harry teased, standing up and stretching.

Draco glared at him. "Yeah.... I remember now." he growled, then snickered. "Harold." he giggled uncharacteristically.

"What might I ask is so funny about my name, Donald?" Harry snapped.

"Nothing! heehee... it's just... Harold. It sound's like.... like I dunno...."

Harry glared. "Spit it out Donald."

"Like some form of demented royalty." Draco smirked. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Don't get me started on the name Donald."

With equal glares, the two boys left the little room and headed downstairs. TO THEIR DOOM. Or.... okay maybe not...?

The dining room was filled with all sorts of wonderful foods. It reminded Harry of Hogwarts. Suspiciously much like Hogwarts, as it had both Harry and Draco's favourite dishes on it. The two shared a confused glance and sat beside each other while Damen sat at the head of the table.

"Are these dishes okay?" he asked, gesturing to the wonderful food.

"Erm.... yeah they are. Thank you Damen sir." Harry said quietly, staring at the table top. Something felt suspicious. He could smell magic in the air, and it wasn't the perfume that Draco had shoved into Harry's trunk just before they left the Dursley's. He didn't even remember Draco putting it in there, but every time they began to walk again, Draco would put the perfume on. It smelled weird. Magical really. Annoying.

Draco nodded in quick agreement to Harry's words. He was about to reach for some mashed potatoes when he felt the horrible sensation of magic in the food and stood quickly. "What the fuck are you playing with us?" he yelled at Damen.

The man just smiled. "What ever are you talking about, Donald?" he asked. Too calm. FAR too calm.

Harry frowned and also stood. "He's under Imperious." he said quickly. "Shit. Let's go, Dra-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence. There were a series of pop noises and a loud spell of 'Stupify!' and Harry saw no more.

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Well, what did you think of that? Is it an EVIL cliffhanger? Huh? HUH? Sorry.

VOTING TIME! Which place should our poor boys be shipped off to?

A) Malfoy Manor

B) Hogwarts

C) The middle of the desert

D) On top of spaghetti all covered in cheese

or E) The back of a small jet headed for some small tropical uninhabited island?