"Harry," James Potter said as he beckoned his son towards him. "There are things…something I have to talk to you about."
Harry's heart skipped a beat. Oh no, he thought. "You see…um. Well…it's been going on rather a long time and I think it is my duty to put an en…"
"Dad!" Harry yelped before James could finish the sentence.
"Yes, son?"
"Um…" Harry said, searching his head for something to say. "There's a…car boot sale…somewhere…"
"Son?"
"Mmm?"
"Are you feeling alright?
"Yes but…"
"Well, what I have to say is rather important. Listen, you know…Lucius…"
"Dad!" Harry screamed again.
"What!" James said, sounding very annoyed.
"Um…this car boot sale. I think it's finishing soon…I, well I wanted to buy some…um…and well, you know I'm out of money, so a bargain's great!"
"Son…It's eleven o clock at night. There is no car-boot sale…I really think you should listen to what I have to say. It's very important."
"Look…Dad, you're right. I don't feel very well. I think I'd better go lie down. See you…" Harry quickly left the room before James could say anything else.
He raced up the stairs and into his bedroom. I have to find Draco. We have to put this plan into action as soon as possible. There isn't much time. He tied two bed sheets together and hung them out of the window, tying one end to the handle. Standing on the windowsill, he wrapped his legs around the blanket and shimmied down. He landed safely at the bottom a few seconds later, where he ran to Malfoy Manor, no plan at all in his head.
"Malfoy," Harry called up to the window with a balcony. There was no answer so Harry ran towards the vines to the side and began to climb up. He swung his feet over the side of the white railing, let go and landed with a thump. A few seconds later Malfoy was out on the balcony, staring bewildered at Harry who was sitting crossly at his feet.
"What in God's name are you…" he said, more astonished than angry. Harry looked up at him and smiled. Draco was wearing a black gown; open at the front revealing his smooth chest. He had black trousers on that were a little too big and dragged on the ground. His blonde hair was messy and sticking up in places.
"Did I wake you?" Harry said stupidly. Draco blinked.
"It's almost midnight. Yes, you woke me. What the hell are you doing out here? How did you know this was my room?" Draco hissed in a quiet whisper.
"Lucky guess…" Harry said, pulling himself up. Draco crossed his arms, the curtains from the open door leading into his room billowing around him as he waited for Harry's explanation.
"Father said to me today…he said…well he tried to tell me what they were going to do."
"Well, yes. They have to tell us eventually," Draco said matter-of-factly.
"You're not listening…If they are ready to tell us then they are ready to leave." Harry sighed and looked at Draco.
"This is happening much sooner than I imagined," the blonde boy said, frightened.
"Well you're not known for your correct calculations," Harry spat.
"At least I'm not known for having a fucking ugly scar on my head!" Harry nodded, sucking his lips in angrily. He brought his fist back and sent it flying into Draco's face. The boy went crashing back into the wall, blood dribbling from his nose. He instinctively brought a hand up to his face and touched the blood, then looked at his red fingers. He stared astonished at Harry who had taken a wise step back.
"Bastard," he whispered in disbelief.
"At least you didn't scream - I hadn't expected that much from y…"Harry didn't get to finish his sentence because and bloody hand had seized him round the throat and pushed him against the railing. Harry's arms flew out beside him, grabbing onto the barrier to prevent himself from falling two stories.
"Take that back," Malfoy said furiously as he pushed Harry further over the edge, the boy's back almost bending in half.
"Draco, this is most uncomfortable…" Harry said looking down. Draco kicked Harry in the shin and laughed nastily when he saw Harry's face.
In a display of…unfathomable strength in his anger, Draco seized Harry by the waist, lifted him off his feet and sat him on the railing, keeping one hand firmly round Harry's throat. The boy looked nervously down to the ground and back to the boy holding him. His face was now a mask of fear and confusion.
"Okay, okay, I take it back…" he said uncertainly, his hand's sweating as he gripped the sides. But Draco didn't budge. In fact – he stretched the hand holding Harry even further out in front of him. Harry's feet kicked a little as he was lowered even further back.
"Er…Draco. If you drop me I will not be happy." Draco laughed and with his free hand he stroked Harry's face. Harry looked at him apprehensively – and a little confused.
"Draco, will you put me down? You're scaring me now." Draco looked pleased.
"Good," he said. "Gonna pee yourself?" Harry snorted.
"No!"
"What about now?" Draco said nastily as he pushed Harry even further back. The boy could feel himself slip slightly and he quickly wrapped his legs around Draco as he almost tumbled off the side.
Draco laughed at he brought his knee up sharply. Harry winced as the pain between his legs grew as Draco kneed him again.
"Alright, fuck off. You've made your point. I'm sorry."
"Good," Draco said as he let Harry down. "Now then…where were we?"
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