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The moment Draco stepped inside the room, Harry knew it had been horrible. He leapt up and held Draco's arm as he led him to sit on the sofa. Draco looked lost in thought as he stared at the fire.

After several minutes of silence, Harry asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. But I will." He raised the sleeve of his robe and showed Harry the mark. Harry had to stop himself from flinching when he saw it. It made him sick to see Draco branded like Voldemort's property.

"God.. Did it hurt?"

"No, it made me feel all happy inside. Of course it hurt! Felt like cruciatus times ten." Draco held his arm like he still remembered the pain.

"Sorry. What happened?"

"Voldemort was there, and so were my parents. He just talked to my dad. Then he got out his wand and placed the tip of it on my arm, muttered something, lots of pain, and then I had this," he finished, pointing to the mark, and smirking just a little. Now that he was in Harry's presence, he felt much better about things.

"That's all?"

"Well, then Voldemort left. My dad told me what I'm supposed to do." He paused. "I'm supposed to befriend you and then kidnap you and bring you to Voldemort."

"What? I would never fall for that!"

"That's what I said. But my father just assured me I'd have to be very persuasive." He had a definate smirk now, as he said, "I could've done it."

"Whatever. I'm just glad you're safe. What are we going to do about Voldemort?"

"What, no brilliant ideas?"

"Are you always this sardonic after meeting with Voldemort?"

"He brings out the best in me." He didn't smile, just looked away from Harry into the fire. "Seriously, what do you think we should do?"

"Tell them you're trying, but I'm very suspicious and unfriendly. That'll give us time to think up a better plan."

"I guess."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Draco got up and walked to the bookshelf. Pulling out a hollowed book filled with cocaine, he turned and sat back down next to Harry. Harry was quiet as Draco sorted the coke into lines and proceded to snort several. He sat there sniffing, and pushed the book to Harry. Harry hesitated a little, but Draco's eyes where closed and he didn't notice. Harry snorted a couple of lines before setting the book down on the floor. No sooner had he done this than Draco was on top of him, kissing him deeply. Harry's face was numb from the coke so it felt really wierd, but a good kind.

Perhaps the drug was also to blame when he let Draco take off his shirt, and then when he took off Draco's. But as Draco attempted to pull off his pants, he spoke up.

"Hey!"

"What?"

"We're not even together!"

"Why does it matter?"

"I- Um."

"Are you the type who has to be romanced first?"

"No! I mean, I don't know. Yeah."

"I figured. You can't blame me for trying though."

"What time is it?" Draco turned to look.

"2:43. I'd better go. I have to meet with Severus before I go to bed."

"Snape? Why?"

"He'll be wanting to know how the meeting went. Don't worry, he knows I don't want to be a deatheater. He thinks I will anyway though, to please my father. Always assuming, that man." Draco shook his head.

"Okay." Draco got up, put his shirt back on, and put the hollowed out cocaine book on the shelf. Harry slid his shirt over his head, too. They both stood at the door, reluctant to leave each other. Finally, they kissed, and said good night.

Then each walked alone to their respective house.