Title: Queer, Otherwise
Authors: lovelessx and savethequeenxo
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: NC-17
Words: 2326
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: boy snogging :3 and slashy, smutty boy!sex, mature!Ron, evil!seamus, some voyeurism, slight angst, oh and a little Snape/Remus on the side PRE-HBP (That means that I'm not altering my story along the lines of the real 6th year because I'm lazy and I don't have time and I like my story the way it is, thank you. Oh yea, no HBP spoilers woot.)
Summary: After Draco switches sides Dumbledore agrees to protect him from the consequences of the wrong people finding out, which looks like no one has noticed...yet. Only the damnable Boy-Who-Lived seems to notice that he has changed and, unnervingly, Draco finds his eyes lingering too long on that unruly hair and those green eyes. Harry has also found himself practically licking his lips while his eyes slip over to Draco every now and then. Before they can stop themselves they both land a late night detention from the Transfiguration teacher for "not paying attention in class". Thankfully, McGonagall hadn't mentioned aloud that they had been ogling each other for her entire class. After their detention, things start to get difficult and keeping secrets is harder than ever for both young wizards.
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Chapter Eight -- A Father's Revenge

Draco feels like he could throw up. He feels like his entire reality has been ripped from him. His Harry... Lucius is holding an unconscious Harry in his arms and fading away. The portkey makes a whirring noise in the background, but it's not important to Draco. All that Draco cares about is getting Harry back. Harry doesn't even know that he loves him.

The blonde thought back to that morning when he walked into breakfast.

Draco strolled into the Great Hall, eyes immediately seeking out his Gryffindor - even if he knew it was way too early for him to be out of bed yet. He planned to stay at the castle while everyone went to Hogsmeade and pay Harry back for the amazing sex they had on Halloween. Just as Draco was sitting down and coating liberal amounts of honey marmalade onto his toast, Finnegan ran up to him out of breath.

"Malfoy, oh god - it's all my fault! I tried to get to him and warn him last night.. but Hermione! Oh god, Draco, he's in danger. I feel sick, it's all my fault... Oh what have I done. Malfoy, you've got to save him! Harry is in grave danger!" Draco's eyes snapped to the Gryffindor and his heart skipped several beats. He stared for a minute before getting up, grabbing Finnegan, and stalking out of the Great Hall.

"What did you say?" Finnegan was having trouble breathing. He looked like he was having an asthma attack.

"Harry. Danger. I saw you... in the Room of Requirement... told Nott... he obliviated me. You've got to stop him, Malfoy, Harry is in danger!" Draco felt sick and pulled Finnegan towards the exit. Once they were on the grounds, Draco accio'd his Nimbus and set off at break-neck speed towards Hogsmeade. Finnegan had pointed to Hogsmeade and said that Harry had left already and he was in grave danger. Draco made a quick search of the main town and then made for the Shrieking Shack as fast as possible.

He was too late.

And now Draco stands there, completely unsure of what to do, alone and looking at the Shrieking Shack. He had to find Ron and Hermione.

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Harry's head hurt and he had a cramp in his leg. He tried to stand but found he was chained to something. Maybe Draco was playing really realistic bondage games? He opened his eyes and looked around at nothing but pitch black until his eyes adjusted to the dark confines of a mold-covered dungeon. Really realistic bondage games. The rotting stone smelled dank and he had no idea how in the hell he had gotten there. Harry tried to think back to what happened that morning. He woke up..ate breakfast.. left early for Hogsmeade to meet Draco..

Suddenly Harry remembered what happened. He sat up the best that he could and stared wide-eyed at the opposite wall. It was Lucius, not Draco, that he found at the Shrieking Shack. Lucius. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckity fuck! Harry looked around wildly for a minute, then down to the chain attached to his arm. It was all for nothing. All the work the Order did... This is it, I've been handed over to Voldemort and soon I'm going to die.

Harry thought back to the beginning of the year and, with sickening realization that one gets when in a situation such as this, thinks that perhaps Draco had played a part in this after all. And to think, he loved Draco. Draco didn't love him back. He thought he had found something, someone that understood him. It was all an act. Now that his mind was started, it couldn't stop. It was warming up nicely to the fact that Draco was a big player in this plan. Draco toyed with his heart. Harry thought back to all the times they'd made love, No. Making love is for people who are in love. We fucked., and imagined the dark mark on Draco's left forearm. His imagination put it there, clear as day.

Harry was interrupted from his pity party when he heard the door crash open. He looked up and saw that his visitor was none other than his captor, Malfoy Senior.

"Well, well, well. I see my pet has awoken. How's that bump on the head feeling, hmm? You must understand - I simply had to hit you. Doing what you did... tsk tsk tsk." Lucius shook his head and conjured up a chair for himself to sit in. He looked to be considering something for a moment before conjuring up a plate of food and setting it down in front of Harry. Harry gave it a skeptical look. "Well, I can't have my guest starving to death! And it's not poisoned. Where would the fun in that be?" Lucius grinned down at Harry.

Harry stared at Lucius as he took a bite of the stale bread that he was provided. He wasn't in his Death Eater get up, he was in a night robe and fuzzy bunny slippers. Harry smirked to himself. Bunny slippers... on the Lucius Malfoy. He bit his tongue to stop himself from snickering out loud. Harry looked up again. The manic glint in the older man's eyes made Harry believe he was more than a little insane. It was sort of expected.

"So, dear boy, tell me - how do you fancy my Manor? Too dark? Too big? No, wait, I know - too gaudy. I told Cissa that those curtains were dreadful, but she insisted on them and the personal collection of Salazar's pottery all over the house. I suppose you aren't into that kind of thing though. I can tell by the look on your face." Lucius raised an eyebrow at Harry who was taken aback. 10 points to Gryffindor, for knowing all along that Lucius Malfoy was off his rocker. Harry was feeling a bit bold.

"Well, sir, I'm sure it's a lovely Manor, but I can't very well make an opinion from the dungeon." Lucius considered this a moment and nodded in agreement.

"Yes, yes, you're right. Ah well. Eat up, Harry. We've business to attend to." Ah. So Harry was going to die today. Lucius Malfoy, a busy man. Potters to kill, Ministry members to fool, Dark Lords to kiss up to. Harry smiled anyway. He forced down the stale bread and choked on the water that tasted more like mud. He slowly pushed the plate away and nearly fell over backwards when something hard connected with his face with a distinctive crack and he was sure his jaw was broken. He looked up at a furious Malfoy, holding his jaw in shock. Lucius was huffing air like he had run a marathon. He sneered down at Harry.

"You deflowered my only son and heir." Harry couldn't believe this was happening to him. Couldn't Malfoy just give him to Voldemort and be done with him? Honestly.. the nerve of some people. Harry scowled up at the older man.

"Yes, thank you, but I knew that already - I was there after all." Harry's speech came out slightly slurred from his broken jaw, but he got the message across judging by the way the vein in Malfoy's temple started to pop out. He drew back his leg and gave Harry a swift kick in the stomach. Harry groaned and slumped to his side, now clutching his stomach. Lucius walked around behind him and kicked him in the back of the head. Harry felt tears welling up in his eyes. He lost his glasses and the room started to go fuzzy and then black around the edges of his vision. He blacked out. Once he was out, Lucius straightened his night robe and left Harry unconscious and bleeding from his mouth.

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Draco flew back to the castle as quick as his broom would take him. He ran into the Great Hall and found Hermione there. He thanked whatever god was on his side for the time being and dragged her from the room into the hall and around the corner to a deserted corridor.

"Hey! Quit manhandling me!" Draco gave her a look and she folded her arms across her chest. "Yes? You dragged me out here, I assume you have something to say to me?"
"Harry's in trouble. Loads of it. I just saw my father portkeying away with Harry, unconscious, in his possession. Finnegan came up and told me this morning that he saw me and Harry together and told Nott. Said he was going to warn Harry but you stopped him.

Hermione felt sick. She remembered when she told Seamus not to go near Harry and now Harry was with Lucius. She looked to Draco to find him on his knees and near tears.

"I couldn't get there in time. We've got to find him, but I don't know what to do." Hermione felt very ill and dizzy. She took a step forward, then back and felt a funny feeling behind her eyes. She looked around the hall with blurry vision. Draco cursed and fished out his wand. Hermione had fainted.

"Ennervate." Draco put his wand away as he watched Hermione's eyes snap open. She sat up and started speaking hysterically.

"Oh god, it's my fault! I should have asked what Seamus wanted! Harry! Oh god, Harry!" Ron was walking down to breakfast when he heard Hermione's hysterical cries. He rounded the corner and found Draco kneeling next to a crying Hermione. He ran over to his girlfriend and pulled her close.

"'Mione! Oh god, baby, what is it? What's wrong? What the hell did you do Malfoy!" Ron thought it was Draco that made Hermione cry (which, technically, he did - but not on purpose!). Draco was quick to explain what he told Hermione. Ron went very pale and ran to get his head of house. Before he left he barked at Draco to get Snape and meet him at the Headmaster's office. Draco shook Hermione's shoulders.

"Granger, damnit, get a hold of yourself! You're not helping Harry by sitting here crying over whose fault it was. Go owl the Order - and hurry!" Hermione wiped away her tears and nodded, getting up. She ran all the way to the Owlery and scribbled a quick letter to Lupin.

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Harry started to wake up again and found himself still in the dungeon. He cursed his wishes that it was all a bad dream and that he was in the Room of Requirement with Draco. Draco.. Harry still couldn't shake the sickening thought that Draco helped his father capture him somehow. Maybe it was even his idea. Harry slowly blinks and waits for the room to come into focus. When it doesn't, he remembers he lost his glasses when he was punched by Lucius. Lucius...

Harry saw bunny slippers in front of his face and looked up. Lucius was sitting in a chair, waiting for him to wake up. Malfoy handed him his glasses, good as new.

"Malfoy, why haven't you given me to Voldemort yet?" Lucius winced at the use of his Lord's name and raised his eyebrows at Harry as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You deflowered my son. This is my fight." Lucius hands him another plate of stale bread and muddy water. Harry takes one look at the plate and grimaces, but eats it just the same. He looks up and considers the older man.

"If you're going to kill me, please just get on with it already."

Lucius just laughed at him.

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An hour later, Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall, Hermione, Ron and Draco were all gathered in Dumbledore's office. Draco stepped up and re-explained for the fourth or fifth time that morning what Seamus had told him and how he had found Harry and Lucius portkeying away in the woods of Hogsmeade. McGonagall made a noise in the back of her throat and leaned heavily on Snape, who wrapped a comforting arm around her. She felt like her grandchild was fatally ill. Snape stepped forward.

"Sir, there wasn't a plan with the Death Eaters and Voldemort to obtain Potter. It could only have been Lucius in on this." Dumbledore nodded and looked at Draco, Ron and Hermione. He turned around to Snape again.

"Severus... Inform the rest of the Order that there is an immediate meeting." Snape nodded and tapped a golden coin design on his right forearm three times. It glowed red and a warmth spread through the Potions Master. Dumbledore had devised the mark and calling after Harry's coins from the DA. It seemed eerie to Snape that he was marked for both sides on either of his arms, both hidden with well developed glamour charms. Everyone gathered around Dumbledore as the old Headmaster held out a shoelace.

Draco watched the room go hazy as Dumbledore portkeyed the group to Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

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A/N: Ooooh another cliffhanger.. I'm cruel :3 Will Draco and the order be able to save poor Harry in time? Sorry for the short chapter again. Trying to get ready for school and get out the next few chapters to make up for my cliffhangers and lateness on previous chapters. I'm going to be sick if I don't stop eating the icing I made...