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A week later saw Draco preparing for his first Quidditch game of the year. Sitting at the table with Crabbe and Goyle as he tried to force down a decent breakfast, Draco couldn't stop his eyes from straying over to Harry. While the dark haired boy seemed to have bounced back over the past week since finding out about his guardians' murders, Draco still worried. Every now and again he could see flashes of sadness in those deep green eyes. Suddenly Draco felt a dig in his side, looking up in annoyance his gaze clashed with Greg's; through their devised code, Greg conveyed, YOUR STARING.

"Damn it," Draco cursed under his breath.

The pull towards Harry had been getting stronger and stronger as the term progressed. The closer he got to Harry the more he wanted to be with him, to bond his life with that of his mates irrevocably. Just as Draco's mood was getting horribly maudlin the post owls arrived, dropping a letter in front of him. Looking down in surprise Draco once more uttered a curse. It was from his father and Draco hadn't yet replied to his first letter. Bracing himself for pages of sharp comments about his rudeness at not writing back, Draco was pleasantly surprised to find no such remarks.

Dear Draco,

While I would usually make a comment about your manners I am in a forgiving mood. I understand your not writing back son, you are most obviously busy wooing your newest conquest. I ran into Nick Parkinson the other night and he enquired after you. Apparently Pansy mentioned to him that you are often absent from the common room these nights. Son, I understand that you are being lead by something other than your head; I just hope you don't forget your duties.

The acquisition in Surrey occurred recently as you may have heard. I was unable to be present for the final meeting, but those that were sent to the hand over reported back that the final price might have been a tad high for the outcome achieved. But c'est la vie, we are one step towards our goals.

I have also been informed that the meddling fool might be recruiting soon. He does have a wonderful position in the wizarding world in which to do so, doesn't he? Watch yourself Draco; do not let yourself be swayed by those who feel they are on the path of the righteous. Remember what we discussed this summer.

In regards to Christmas, I might have to go to the office over the break so it might be best for you to stay at school. I am sure that Gregory and Vincent will be staying so you shall have company. Maybe if you are lucky your latest friend will be staying as well.

Your Father,
Lucius

Draco closed his eyes, so the Dark Lord was recruiting? He grimaced sarcastically. That was a change; he hadn't been approached to join the Dark Side in at least three weeks! Pansy thought she was being so clever, talking in double meanings. Didn't she realize that if Crabbe and Goyle had been as stupid as the acted even they would have known what she was talking about? Speaking of Pansy, he hadn't noticed that his absence from the common room had been so noticeable. Even though it would kill him, he was going to have to make an effort to be in the common room and not with Harry.

Draco folded the letter and looked at his team mates.

"Come on, its time to get ready," he ordered.

And with that he stood and left the Great Hall, making a conscious effort to not look at Harry.

The game was thrilling; Ravenclaw verses Slytherin with the three other houses cheering on Ravenclaw, the entire school seeming to come out in droves to see the demolition of the Green Team. Unfortunately for the rest of the school Draco's team was in fine form and slaughtered the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Harry, Ron and Hermione went to the game and sat in the Gryffindor stand cheering on the Ravenclaw team with the rest of their house, but Harry couldn't help cheering when his boyfriend caught the snitch in a spectacular dive that made it look as though his broom had just fallen from the sky.

After dinner Draco was making his way to the Slytherin common room for the Slytherin post game party when he was pulled into an empty classroom. Looking around in surprise he saw Harry grinning at him.

"This seems to be getting a habit of ours, he said with a sardonic smile. "Perhaps we should ask Dumbledore for our very classroom?"

"Why Mr. Malfoy, for such a big Quidditch star I am sure that he would do what ever you requested!" Harry said with a coquettish smile. "I personally just want to congratulate my big, strong boyfriend on such a wonderfully played game."

And Harry leant in and kissed Draco, conveying all of the pride and emotion he felt for Draco into that one kiss. Draco wound his arms around the other boys' waist and drew him closer, melding their bodies so close together it was as if they ceased to be two separate entities and were now one. Deepening the kiss briefly he moaned at the amazing feelings coursing through his body and then regretfully pulled back.

"I have to go to my common room; my father has told me that my position of power is being questioned."

"Your father? How does he know things like that?" Harry wondered.

"My father has eyes everywhere."

"Does he know about…?"

"Us? No, he isn't that good." Draco cut in with a wry smile. "But there are eyes in the Slytherin common room that don't miss a thing. I need to go and be seen in the right places."

"You don't want to skip that and spend time with me?" Harry asked with a small smile.

"I would rather spend time with you than anything, but I need to cement my position, it's like a job."

"You aren't going to go off and join Voldemort just to cement a position or something are you?" Harry asked, only half joking.

He didn't want to believe that Draco would be with him and still want to be a death eater, but every now and again he did wonder. Draco was so good at being duplicitous; maybe this was just an act on his part.

"This Malfoy bows to no one." Draco replied with an arrogant tilt of his head. "I would rather die than bind myself to a madman; the only one I want to bind myself to is you."

And with one last kiss on Harry's lips Draco strode out of the room.

Walking into the Slytherin common room, Draco looked around and after confirming that he hadn't missed anything from Vince and Greg moved to sit on one of the leather couches. Pansy moved towards him and with a sigh Draco pasted on a smirk and turned to look at her. She seemed to be in a very good mood, he noted.

"Drakey, I have the best surprise for you!" Pansy squealed. "I know that it was supposed to be for Christmas, but my Dad pulled some strings and… here!"

And with that she shoved a book into his hands, with a sickening pull around his middle; Draco felt a portkey jerk him to another destination.

Slamming to the ground Draco stood up and looked around. He was in a dungeon or a cave of some sort, hearing footsteps, Draco turned towards the sound. His father was walking towards him. Looking very pale and drawn, Lucius spoke.

"Come Draco, the Dark Lord is waiting for you. You are to be initiated into the Death Eaters tonight."