Disclaimer: Anything that you recognise does not belong to me; it belongs to the very talented J.K. Rowling. Lucky her! I am doing this purely to see if I can, I am not making any money off of this what so ever. Unlucky me!
Also, I have read a lot of stories on this site, so if anything is familiar, it is not on purpose… Could you simply take it as an homage?
A/N: Thankyou to my fantastic Beta, dreamerdoll. If it wasnt for her you wouldnt be getting these two chapters so quickly!
Vincent and Gregory glanced sharply at each other as Draco suddenly disappeared. Something was not right here. Pansy was looking entirely too pleased with herself. At a subtle signal from Vince they slipped into character and lumbered over to Pansy.
"Where's Malfoy?" Greg grunted.
"I gave him a very special gift for winning the game," Pansy told him, "I gave him the opportunity to do something that he would have had to wait until after Christmas with the rest of us to do if it hadn't been for me." She patted Greg's arm, "Don't worry your silly little heads. When he comes back he will be very happy. Tata."
And with that Pansy got up and sashayed across the common room to a group of sixth years. Greg and Vince glanced at each other; Pansy had just sent Draco to Lord Voldemort?
"Sod it." Cursed Vince as he turned and strode out of the common room with Greg hot on his heels.
As they moved through the corridors the two boys were completely silent but managed to agree the Harry was probably their best hope for getting Draco back, and that they were going to have to break character to convince him that this wasn't some sick joke on their part. Walking through the corridors they came across Harry just before the Gryffindor common room. Moving swiftly together, Vince and Greg grabbed Harry under his arms and, with Vince's hand over his mouth, hauled him around the corner.
"Play along and this won't hurt a bit. Fight us and it will get very painful on your part," Greg growled into the boy's ear.
And with that, for all appearances, Crabbe and Goyle started beating the absolute stuffing out of Harry Potter. In actual fact none of their punches, kicks and head butts hit their mark but Harry still fought back as if they had, that is, until a meaty fist connected with his abdomen.
"What the hell are you doing?" Harry gasped out, as blows rained down around him.
"Draco has been delivered to the Dark Lord."
"Why the hell should I care about that?" Harry asked, playing his part even as he felt his stomach clench in fearwhen he heard that his boyfriend was in the hands of a maniac.
"We know what's going on between you and Draco," Vince answered, wincing as his knuckles hit the wall next to Harry accidentally. "Pansy got her father to pull some strings as a gift to Draco for winning the game today; He is going to be initiated into the Death Eaters tonight..."
"But he doesn't want this! He told me himself!" Harry exclaimed as Greg pretended to head butt him.
"We know he doesn't want to join these nutters, apart from the fact that he would rather die than have to hurt you, he has said numerous times that he was not going to follow his father and bow to that maniac. Potter, you are the only one who can help him, Vince and I cannot get to him where he is."
"How do I get to him? If you two can't, how do I?" Harry asked, his mind whirling.
What was going on? He stood there as two people he had been led to believe were absolute idiots were having rational conversations, punches were being thrown at him but he wasn't getting hurt, and his boyfriend, the son of a death eater, was being pledged to his mortal enemy, someone Draco wanted absolutely nothing to do with.
"Use your connection," suggested Vince, praying that the link between their veela friend and his mate was strong enough. "Focus on what you feel for him, all that love and passion, that bond between you and him. You know he loves you and he would never betray you for that mad man – "
"Hey! Get off him!" A shout broke into what Vince was saying. Ron had come round the corner and had seen his best friend being beaten up.
"They'll kill him!" Greg hissed at Harry with one last punch at the wall next to Harry, and with that they turned and glared at Ron before lumbering down the hallway, slipping back into the public personas that they adopted of Malfoy's stupid henchmen.
"Harry, are you okay?" Ron anxiously asked as he checked over his best friend, he didn't seem physically hurt but his eyes held a desperation that scared Ron.
"I need to get my invisibility cloak, I have to get off school grounds, the fastest way is through the front gates, come on!" And with that Harry raced off towards the Gryffindor common room with Ron hot on his heels.
"Why do you need to get off the school grounds mate?" Ron asked following closely behind, he was starting to get freaked out, the last time he had seen Harry like this had been when Sirius had been killed, and he didn't want Harry falling into the same trap.
"Draco is in trouble!"
"What, Malfoy? Why are you so concerned about Malfoy? He isn't worth getting into trouble over," Ron stated, extremely confused.
"I am concerned about Draco because I have been seeing him for the last month. I'm sorry, I didn't want to tell you like this, but he is in trouble and I need to help him!"
"How do you know he is in trouble?" They had now reached the seventh year boys dorm and Harry was ruffling through his trunk desperately looking for the cloak.
"Crabbe and Goyle told me, Pansy sent him there as a gift for winning the game today."
"Crabbe and Goyle told you? Harry, they cannot string two sentences together, how can they have told you?" questioned Ron, conveniently forgetting Goyle's lucidity when he had him up against the wall a few weeks ago.
"I don't care about that! You weren't there, they were perfectly rational and Draco is in trouble, I can't let him be killed as well!"
"But, but, but Harry! He's Malfoy! You may think something is happening, but – "
Harry had had enough, spinning around he slammed Ron against the wall of the corridor he had been hurrying down in his haste to get to the front doors and off the grounds.
"But, He's Mine! He is the only one who cares about me for me! I have lost almost everyone in my life; I couldn't handle it if he was taken too. Ron, you are my best friend, but if you don't understand, I don't care. Draco is mine, and I love him, and I am not going to let something happen to him, especially if I am able to stop it!"
And with that Harry swirled the invisibility cloak over his and raced away, leaving Ron staring at the now closed door, the only sound the receding footsteps racing down the corridor.
Reaching the front gates of Hogwarts, Harry slipped through the bars of the gate and concentrated hard on all the love he felt for Draco, on the bond that they had been forged between them over the past four weeks. Letting his eyes fall shut, Harry drew in a deep breath and apparated away.
Feeling his feet hit the ground he opened his eyes and looked around. He was in a dungeon or a cave of some kind. Moving soundlessly over to the wall, Harry started his search for Draco.