Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one because I am poor and nobody has discovered my amazing talents. Yep that's it.

Story Talk: I am trying really hard to keep them in character, but it is not working all that well. So bare with me. Harry and Draco being in love and Harry and Draco being in character is kind of an oxymoron. I love that word.

Authoress Ramble: I went to see Amityville Horror, or however it's spelled Horror and now I am scared out of my mind. My friends say I am a pussy, which is ridiculous because one of the 'friends' that said something slept with her light on for two weeks after seeing The Grudge. The night I saw it I didn't get to sleep until three and I slept like crap last night I woke up four times and my dreams have been insane. They are like borderline scary. I'm never actually really scared, but things are chasing me and stuff. It's really weird and last night I was at home by myself. I hate being scared. Mostly because it's illogical. I mean I slept in my room with the lights off years before I saw the movie and nothing happened. So what is me seeing something that happened somewhere else going to change what happens in my own room. IT WON'T. Yet last night I slept with the light on. /pout/

Chapter 3

Deceived

"Let's go somewhere else. That fat man is freaky." Harry smiled a bit, but it quickly disappeared.

"I can't go. I have to mow the lawn." With a wave of Draco's hand the lawn was completely mowed and the bushes trimmed.

"Dinner is on the table too." Harry stared at Draco for awhile not really sure what to think.

"Okay. There's a park a few blocks away we can go there."

"That's fine." Harry led Draco down the street to the park not really sure what to say. "What is a park?" Harry looked at Draco with a smile it was cute, him not knowing what a park was.

"It's well I don't really know how to explain it because you probably won't know anything that describes a park either." Harry said with a laugh. They turned a corner giving them a view of the park. "That is a park."

"What's with all the kids?"

"Parks are known for entertaining younger kids."

"I hate kids." Harry shook his head and went over to the swings and sat down. "What are you doing?"

"Swinging."

"Is this really what muggles do for fun?" Draco asked sitting on the swing next to Harry.

"Sometimes." As Draco began to mimic Harry's motions and started moving back and forth he noticed that the park was suddenly much quieter. Immediately he stopped swing.

"Do people usually leave around this time so quickly?" Harry looked up and around. It wasn't that dark yet, but it was near dinner time. However the fact that they were all leaving at once was weird.

"Not usually, but I'm sure it's a coincident."

"I'm not so sure." As the last mother and children stepped out of the park Draco had a thought. "Get up we have to go."

"Why?" Harry asked. He had stopped moving his legs, but he hadn't stopped swinging completely. Draco grabbed the swing and yanked Harry off of it when he could grab him.

"Just trust me we have to-" Then Draco saw what he was afraid of. Lucius walked out from behind a bush with a sinister smile on his face.

"Good work son." Draco shook his head unable to believe his father tricked him like he did.

"What!" Harry yanked his hand out of Draco's.

"It's not-"

"Stupitfy!" Harry felt himself fall to the ground unable to soften the fall with his hands.

"What the hell are you doing!" Harry heard Draco yell.

"I am helping you prove your loyalty to the Dark Lord." Lucius answered calmly.

"And as I told you before-"

"I don't care what you told me. You needed something to prove you loyalty and you weren't doing it well enough." Lucius gave Draco a portkey and sent him home before he could argue further. Then collect Harry and took his own portkey straight to his dungeons.

The dungeons were cold and damp. The stones freezing against Harry's skin. He felt Lucius's hand on his mouth and a warm substance run down his throat. As he listened to Lucius walk away everything started to slowly disappear until there were no lights, no cold, and no steps.

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When Harry woke up the stone floor seemed softer and less cold. Upon moving his head he found that he had a pillow. Harry sat up and looked around him. There was a blanket under him and over him. Some warmer clothes were on a table, that he wasn't sure was there before, as well as some food.

As Harry reached for the food he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Quickly he jumped back pushing himself against the wall.

"It's just me." Draco said upon seeing Harry's fear.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" Harry spat.

"It should."

"Ha. You're the reason I am in here and you expect me to trust you?"

"I am not the reason you are in here." Draco said angrily. "Everything I said to you was true. I had no idea that my father would come and do what he did."

"I'm sure."

"I tried to get you to leave didn't I? If I wanted you to be caught I would have just left you."

" . . ."

"The potion Lucius gave you is going to affect the strength in your legs, but if you stay in those shorts you will die down here. Let me help you change." Harry look at Draco unbelievingly. He tried to stand, but found that he could only get as far as his hands would push him.

Harry let himself fall back to the ground and closed his eyes. He opened them again when he felt movement. Draco was grabbing the clothes of the table looking at Harry with sadness.

"Here." Draco said handing Harry the long sleeve shirt and hoodie that he had brought him. Harry set them on his lap and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his tan muscles. Draco found himself unable to look away as Harry uncovered himself and he almost whined aloud when Harry recovered himself.

When Harry was finished he lifted his arms up toward Draco like a child wanting to be picked up. Harry wouldn't look at Draco as he asked for this help. Draco lifted Harry to his feet thinking that there was no way that a sixteen year old boy should be that light.

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck to keep himself standing. Draco was helping hold him up as much as he could by holding Harry around his waist.

"Okay there are two ways we can try this. I can stand behind you and hold you up and you can do everything or you can stay the way you are now and I can." Draco said softly.

"I can put them on myself just keep me standing."

"Okay." Draco grabbed the pants and moved so that Harrys back was facing his front. He then hooked his arms under Harry's and supported the other boy as he began to undress himself.

Harry got as far as pushing his pants halfway down his thighs before he couldn't do anymore.

"I can't." Harry said reluctantly. Draco didn't say anything. He moved himself back around to face Harry, who wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. Draco got Harry's pants off, but Harry couldn't lift his legs high enough to get the other pants on.

"If I lay you down I can do it." Harry nodded. Draco laid Harry down and slid on Harry's pants, moving his way up Harry's legs as the pants did. By time he was done he was straddling Harry's upper thighs and staring into his green eyes.

Harry's eyes held such sadness and fear and he looked broken, which made Draco think that Harry had been broken long ago. And he hated it.

"I'm going to die aren't I?" Draco was a bit shock by the question, so he stayed silent for a while.

"I am buying you as much time as I can. I talked them into using you for ransom and I delayed the Dark Lord's arrival some more so you should have a few weeks before he gets here."

"Why won't you just take me out of here?"

"I'm waiting for December."

"Wh-" Harry began to say, but he was cut short by the dungeon door slamming open. Draco flew off of Harry and slammed himself into the wall. He was rubbing his back as Lucius reached the last step.

Upon seeing Draco and Harry's new clothes Lucius raised an eyebrow.

"Tending to the prisoner Draco?"

"You can follow your owners straight to hell, but I am not going with you."

"Our Lord-"

"Your lord."

"Will be here in three weeks, because of some difficulties, in that time you better find some respect or else you will find yourself dead."

"Aw how sweet of you to care. I wish I had a reason to keep you alive, I don't do I. Interesting. I would be nice if I were you."

"He will kill you."

"Actually I am a bit more important to him." Lucius glared at Draco for a while as though trying to read his mind.

"I do not know what you have on him, but I will find out and I will make myself more important then we will see who needs to worry about whom."

"I doubt it. Now if you could start make the counter potion to the potion you gave him I think I can eat."

"I am not going to make the counter potion."

"Then you can start watching your money wither away to nothing. As of right now I am fasting."

"When the Dark Lord kills that stupid boy and I get my rewards you will be the first person I kill."

"Then it's a good thing you picked the loser. You can bring the potion up to my room." Draco said the last to his father's back. When the door shut Draco turned to Harry who looked at him shocked.

"Why are you doing this?"

"I told you we're friends. I'm going to help you as much as I can."

"If you have the control like you say you do than why can't you get me out of here."

"Just because Voldemort won't kill me doesn't mean he won't do everything short of that. If I am missing limbs then I will never be able to get you out. Now let me help you up." Harry grabbed the hand that Draco offered and Draco hauled him to his feet the way he had before. Pausing he realized that he couldn't very well move holding Harry the way he was.

"I'm going to have to carry you."

"Where?"

"My room. If you stay down here you'll get sick. You won't be able to run when you are sick. We need to keep you health as long as we can." Draco turned so that he could pick Harry and quickly slipped one arm behind the other boys back and one under his knees.

"You really want me in your room?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.

"I don't mind and it's not like you can stay in some other room Lucius will get to you."

"Oh." Harry said tightening his hold around Draco's neck.

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"You know it's a good thing you are so light. Carry you all the way up here would have been hell." Draco sad once they had reached his room.

"That's an optimistic view." Harry mumbled.

"What's there to be pessimistic about?"

"Nothing." Harry said laying down on the bed where Draco had set him. His eyes were closed so he could not see Draco's curious look.

Draco sat for a while in the silence thankful when he heard Harry's breathing deepen. He walked over to his fireplace and threw in some flew powder.

"Information." He called. After a few seconds a head appeared in his fire.

"Hello this is information who would you like to contact today?"

"Hermione Granger please."

"Please stick your head in the fire and hold while I connect you." The head said in the fake pleasant voice that it always had. Draco placed his head in the fire and waited. Not too long after the voice came again without the head.

"I am sorry the fireplace that you can dialed is not connected to the network. Information suggests to try muggle means or owl. Have a nice day." Draco huffed as he pulled his head from the fire.

Draco headed over to his desk and wrote a letter to Hermione asking to connect herself to the network and to contact him with his owl when she had done so. He insured her that he meant no harm and made a note of the importance. Then he sent his owl off with the letter and lay down on his couch with a book to wait for his father.