Chapter 11

"Everything's wrong, here." Draco said from the bed. They had woken up in the dark room in the middle of a large bed. Deatheaters had found them, and Harry had been one of them.

"I know." Hermione whispered. Her head was resting on his side with Blaise's on her middle. He was still sound asleep. Hermione reached and ran her hand through Blaise's hair, smiling at him.

"Hmm... the bites are gone."

"What bites?"

"Harry... Harry bit him. Continually." She ran he fingers over the smooth skin of his hand.

"Oh. He's been gone so long, and now that he's back and he isn't right!" He slammed a fist into the soft mattress.

"Shh! A guard might hear you." She hissed.

"And what can he do to me that I wouldn't welcome!" Draco hissed back, only more forcefully.

"Would you just think about us, for once! You still have us! Think about what we would do if we not only lost Harry to Voldemort but you as well. Neither Blaise nor me would be able to stand it!"

"What if all of you die. What would you do then?" Came a malicious voice behind them. Draco whipped his head around to see who was there. He could faintly make out red hair. /why didn't either of us hear the door?/

"Weasly!"

"Yes, me!" He sneered at Draco, then glanced at Hermione.

"You know... I don't know what possessed me to ever ask you out. You are totally not my type. And him..." He glanced at Blaise and sneered at the still sleeping boy.

"You're just figuring this." Hermione glared at Ron. She reached down and shook Blaise awake. He looked around the room, blinking for few seconds, before noticing the boy standing in the doorway.

"What are you doing here Weasly?" He glared at the boy. Even though he wasn't the closest person to Harry, compared to Draco and Hermione, he still hated him for turning on both Harry and his girlfriend. They both deserved better.

"What am I doing here?" He smirked. "What are you doing here? You don't even know where you are." /I had better get back before He comes back/ he shivered in a none too pleasant way. /I couldn't pass up this moment/

"We're at Riddle Manor, idiot." Draco replied. "I've been here before!"

"If I'm the idiot then why did your boyfriend leave you, and is now planning to marry Voldemort's daughter." He snickered.

"No I'm not." Ron turned to see Harry behind him.

"Huh?" He looked at him dumb-found.

"Crucio." Ron lay in a heap on the floor, jerking in pain. "Still an idiot." He said glancing at the body, before kicking him sharply in the back. Then he started to look up. But he was stopped when a body collided with his. Draco.

"Please tell me that you're you. And if you're not please kill me!" Draco sobbed into his shoulder. Harry held him for a second before pulling him away. Draco looked terrified. "Please!" Draco tried to squeeze him again but Harry pressed his lips against his, with an urgency that Draco felt as well.

"It is me." Draco nodded and kissed him again.

"You aren't marrying her!" His eyes pleaded with Harry's, that he wouldn't break him again.

"No." A few seconds later Harry felt set of arms around him.

"Harry, if you leave like that again, we will kill you. You know that right?" Hermione replied.

Harry saw Blaise sitting on the bed, staring curiously at the boy silently screaming in pain on the floor and smirked. "Don't think about him. Come over here." He rolled his eyes at his friend. Hermione ended up grabbing his arm and pulling him into the group hug.

"You know you miss him just as much as we do," she grinned.

After a minute Harry pulled away, Draco with him.

"If you don't mind, I want to go talk to Draco for a few minutes. You can roam the castle, if you want to."

"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, before settling down.

"Yes?" He simply smiled. He knew that it just occurred to her that she had know idea what was going on and it was driving her crazy.

"'Yes?'" she mocked. "You have a lot of explaining to do. What happened to you! Why did you not know us before but you do now, all of a sudden!" She sat back on the bed, and put her head in her hands, leaving Blaise to go lean on the wall beside the bed. "And would someone turn on the damn lights!" she shouted.

Harry pressed on a bright green stone on the wall and light filled the room.

"Thank you."

"Do you mind, now. Just tell us what happed to you. You can save the rest for later." Blaise crossed his arms and sat on the bed beside his girlfriend, who buried her head in his shoulder.

"T-Voldemort used a potion on me to make me forget you. Nagini put a spell on me to make me think I loved her." Harry told the occupants of the room.

Draco just looked puzzled before he quickly pulled Harry out the door.

"Ok... and what did you want to say to me." He put his arms around Harry's waist, not caring about who may be around.

"Let's go in here, first." He led Draco through the door across the hall.

The second he got in the door he slammed Draco against the wall. He continued trailing kisses down his face, and finally to his lips. Draco felt as if Harry was about to suck his soul out, before he managed to pull away. But Harry lowered his head back onto Draco's neck, biting, sucking at the skin. Draco moaned.

"H-harry..." He nearly forgot what he was going to say when Harry bit harder, before kissing the skin on his ear. "I'm not complaining... b-but, I thought you wanted to talk..." His breath skipped when Harry tugged his shirt over his head.

"Later." Harry grunted. He jerked Draco back towards him, then groaned when Draco finally managed to pull away.

He kissed Harry again, lightly, before guiding him to the bed. "No. As much as I want you, I haven't talked to you in months!" He grabbed Harry around the waist and squeezed him. "Though any serious talks can wait." He kissed Harry deeply before continuing. "So, anything new!" he chirped. "I mean since you're not getting married I think I can take anything."

Harry giggled at his boyfriend's antics. "Just a tattoo," Harry replied.

"Oh where!" Draco asked eagerly. "I've always wanted to get one."

Harry pulled up the sleeve to his shirt. Draco's face fell. "Oh."

"Yeah, 'oh'." Harry sighed.

"So I guess we do have the serious talk now." Draco cautiously rubbed Harry's wrist.

"Yeah."

"Did it hurt?"

"I can't really remember. I wasn't entirely aware at the time." Draco drew away and sat on his knees.

"Do you love her?"

"Huh?" Harry was thrown off buy the sudden twist in the conversation. "Who?" He knew exactly who Draco was talking of.

"Voldemort's daughter." Draco looked down at his knees, suddenly struck with nervousness.

"I don't know, but I could never be in love with her. I love you."

"Are you sure. It seemed easy to forget me." He still didn't look up.

"I couldn't have completely forgotten you. Something in me never let her to close. I must have thought of you on some level." He leaned up and kissed Draco on the lips, before gently lowering him onto his back. "Besides," he kissed him again, "I don't think I could ever completely forget about you, no matter what spell is placed on me." He kissed him deeper waiting for Draco to respond back.

Draco pulled away briefly. "So it was a spell?" He asked, out of breath. His knees where starting to ache from being in his odd position beneath Harry. Draco carefully pulled his legs out from under his back, trying to not push Harry off.

Kiss. "Of course."

"Ok." Draco slowly unbuttoned Harry's shirt. He reached up and kissed Harry flush on the lips. Then trailed over to his ear, whispering. "Um... Have I told you how much I like these?" He bit onto the earring, tugging slightly. Harry laughed.

"I feel like doing something wicked to you, Malfoy." And that was the last thing that Harry said for a while.


Draco hands ran over Harry's flushed skin. He grinned he Harry's arms tightened around his side, and he nuzzled Draco's neck. He really loved Harry. He loved watching him, to be with him. He sighed as he his fingers reached Harry's hair. He also loved how it curled around his fingers. He noticed that Harry hadn't cut it since he left. /Oh well.../ Draco thought. He liked it a little longer.

There was a light knock at the door. "Come in," He replied. Then remembered where his was, and that a deatheater might be behind the door. Never mind that if someone wanted to harm them, a door wouldn't have done much to protect them.

He was mildly surprised when he saw who it was. "Snape."

"Young mister Malfoy. I do believe that this is the second time that I have caught the two of you in bed, is it not."

"You don't say. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Why not. I am a deatheater, after all." He smirked.

"Yes, but you're loyal to Dumbledore, are you not." He was enjoying this game with his former potions master.

"No." The slight smile fell.

/ah. Decided to get serious/ "What happened." He inquired.

"I will never be loyal to Dumbldore." The statement finalized the conversation.

Draco nodded. "Why are you here?"

"Dinner is ready to be served. You two are the only stragglers. Tom wanted for me tell you that. Something any common house elf could have done," Snape muttered.

"We'll be there."

"We will be waiting."

"Yes, yes. Now shoo!" Severus left the room, after making a crude gesture with his hand.

"Haarry... Haaarry...Ha-" Draco was sharply cut off when he was pulled back onto The-Boy-Who-Lived, lips first. "Mmm... It's dinner time."

"I heard." He kissed Draco again. He seemed to not be able to get enough of him. Not after their time apart.

"How long where you awake?"

"Before you were." He simply replied. His stomach growled suddenly.

"Food, now." Draco got up and started to get dressed before he remembered that he was in a different room. He stopped to look around; he hadn't had the chance when he first entered. The room was gorgeous. The walls were black and sea green, sort of marbleised, with the borders a light wood colour. The furniture in the room was made of the light wood, though it was not grand, it was still very elegant. The comforter on the bed was black and sea green with a similar marble pattern as the walls and had black sheets. There was also a fireplace on the far side of the room. But he still hadn't found what he was looking for. "Where are your clothes?"

Harry just lay there under the sheets watching Draco. He licked his lips and continued to stare.

"What?" Draco asked curiously.

"I will never tire of you, you know." Draco recognized the look in Harry's eyes. Hunger.

Draco just smiled. "As much as I would like to get into this again, we have people waiting for us, Harry."

Harry pouted, before pushing off the sheets. "Are you sure?" He said suggestively, crawling towards him.

"Harry... don't tease me," Draco groaned softly. He quickly returned to looking for some clean clothes.

Harry collapsed where he was and sighed. "There in the bureau over there." He pointed to 'over there'.

"Ah." Draco found them. He tossed some to Harry before getting some for himself. Luckily Harry hadn't gotten any bigger in his time away, and Draco could still fit his clothes.

"Now, let's go. Don't pout, we're going to dinner. We don't want to leave our friends in Voldemort's presence for to long. He might remember those two little words that he's so fond of," Draco said without turning around. If he saw Harry he might not make it to dinner.

Harry frowned. "He isn't that bad." Never mind that he had hated Tom himself up until yesterday.

"Not that bad?" Draco turned and raised an eyebrow at him. Good! Harry was dressed.

"Really!" Draco nodded, concerned. He put his arm around Harry before opening the door.

"So. Am I going to be hexed for this?"

Harry smiled and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder. He lifted it when they started walking down the Hall. Then he felt it. Not that it really hurt. "Hmm. Tom's getting impatient."


Hermione glanced up at the head of the table before staring back her plate. Never in a million years would she have thought that she would be eating at the same table as Voldemort. Blaise looked like was going to pass out, if He so much as looked at him. She herself was feeling a bit faint.

/Harry, where the bloody hell are you!/ Tom growled internally. The room was tense enough that he was surprised that someone hadn't lost it yet. He was surprised when Durmail, who was Harry's personal servant, only brought these two, saying something about stopping to deposit Weasly first. Though he could guess where Harry was. /get in here now.../ He hated feeling uncomfortable. And uncomfortable was the understatement of the evening, compared to how he felt. One of the plates near him had already exploded. Normally he wouldn't let people get to him. For instance, if someone were annoying him he would just curse them. But he didn't want to do anything to upset Harry's friends. Not if he wanted to stay on Harry's good side.

He, and everyone else in the room, jumped when the doors opened. Harry came in draped over Draco's shoulders. Draco was apparently laughing at something Harry's had said before they entered. Harry pulled him over to Voldemort. Draco instantly paled.

"Harry..."

"Relax, Dray." Harry squeezed his hand. "Tom this is Draco Augustus Malfoy, my lover. Draco, this is Tom Riddle." They each gave a slight nod of the head. "Now that the introductions are done, why don't we eat." He smiled, as he sat in the chair closest to Tom, with Draco beside him.

"Well done Harry. You've managed to stun your friends speechless." Harry looked and saw that it was true.

"Relax." He said, repeating himself. "There's nothing to be worried about. Now, I'm hungry." He stomach growled in affirmation. They still stared. But after a couple minutes they complied.

Hermione was the first to speak up. "Harry, do you realize that Voldemort, the man who has wanted to kill you all your life, is the one that you are talking to," she whispered, trying not be heard by said man.

Tom gave a small laughed, still laced with nervousness. "And you've been sitting here with 'him', if you wouldn't mind me pointing out. I assure you, that I don't want to kill him anymore than you do, my dear."

"Tom, with your reputation, you scare people easily." Harry replied, softly. For all his bravado concerning Tom, he still was a bit uneasy. He did trust him though. After everything, how could he not. Harry did remember everything that was done to him, after all.

"I know, Harry. I'm trying not to." He smiled, showing a bit more teeth than needed. "By the way I think I know what's wrong with the young lady here."

"Oh." Hermione replied, her voice rising towards the end. They had never found out what happened with her magic.

"I had one of the mediwitches here take a look at you, from afar of course. It wouldn't do if my staff where to become... cataleptic. The theory is that you have absorbed more energy then your body can manage. Muggles, no offence, weren't built to support large quantities of magic. Wizards and witches are literally a different species, in that respect. I take it that you work your magic with these three often." She nodded. "You channelled too much power; you, a muggle, working with three born wizards, one of great magic. You must have spent a great deal of time working with them, for such consequences to have occurred. You would have to be fully a witch to handle it all. Being a first generation witch doesn't matter. One of your parents would have to have been magical, at the very least. Therefore, it caused an imbalance. It negatively affects anyone because it is not their energy, because not many beings do not come in contact to pure power other than there own. Which is why, I'm guessing, it doesn't affect your friends. But, luckily, Severus has found a way to stabilize make your body fully accept it for the time being."

Her eyes widened. She knew that Snape was a double agent; she just hoped he was one for Dumbledore, even if the man expelled them. But, it seems, her hopes were for naught.

"Yes, he still works for me. I know that Dumbledore thinks that he follows him. But Severus isn't that stupid. Anyway, he has made a potion. It was rather simple, actually, if anyone had actually looked. It involves mixing the blood of a witch or wizard into it. Although, it will only work if it comes from one of 'them'."

"Blood!" She looked shocked. "You want me to drink blood!"

"Don't be so surprised, Mione. Blood has many magical properties." Blaise replied. He hadn't spoken up all evening. He still suspected that it was one of Voldemort's followers that sent his parents to Azkaban. It caused a bit of a grudge.

"Yes. Yes it does. And it will store the magic, give it someplace to go. I hope that you will try it. If the thought doesn't turn your stomach too much."

She just nodded, still pale.

"Well, I'm full." Tom pushed out his chair and stood up. "Harry, can we talk later. Just because I see you as my son, of sorts, does not mean that I'll let you slack off." He smiled slightly.

"Sure." Harry smiled slightly, as Tom swept out of the hall.

The room went quiet after he left.

"So... you call him 'Tom'?" Draco 'subtly' asked.

"Yes." Harry simply smiled. "If everyone is done, then we can go back to my room and talk." There were various murmur of consent.


(from behind the dining hall curtain)

"EVEN HERE!!! Will I ever win!!! I thought Voldemort would kill Harry if he ever got a hold of him. But No! Even here he is worshiped like the bloody prince of England! He still gets everything his way!" The red head seethed. "And I'm the only one that seems to actually be worse off! 'Voldie's' little fuck toy! And I know that that's the only reason that I'm still alive. He wants to punish me! For betraying the one person that he had wanted to kill, himself, above all others... Am I the only one who sees how evil he is! And now Harry has his memories back and he hasn't even thought of me, not once! I'm the one who is forced to 'take it like a man!' GREAT! Just Great!" He growled silently, not realizing that he had spoken aloud. He stomped of to quickly get back to Voldemort's chambers, less his absence gets noticed.


"Did anybody else hear something?" Blaise asked, curiously. Who knew what was behind those curtains.

"It's Weasly." Harry replied. "He likes to hide. He thinks no one knows he's there, so it's best to just ignore him." He rolled his eyes, sneering.

"What is Ron doing here?" Hermione asked, watching the bulge in the curtains.

"Currently? He's playing the role of Tom's sex toy." He said flatly, flashing a vindictive smile. The others at the table were dumb-founded. "Come on." With that he pushed away from the table and marched out the room.


(Harry's room)

They all climbed onto the bed when they got to Harry's room. Both Blaise and Hermione were in awe of the space. It was bigger than the Dursley's whole house.

"So you like it?" He asked, suddenly shy. What would they think of him staying only a floor away from the Dark Lord himself?

"It's magnificent." Blaise replied. And he had thought he had a great room at his parent's old house. It didn't even compare.

"Yes," Hermione followed. "Now why is my ex-boyfriend/your ex-best friend here?" She stared straight into Harry's eyes, daring him to sidetrack them again.

"Fine." He muttered, rolling eyes, and collapsed on the large bed and waited for his friends to join him.

(flashback)


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