Title: A Torturous Reminder
Chapter 15: Behind it All
Rating: M
Warnings: H/D SLASH, HBP SPOILERS, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT
DISCLAIMER: We do not own Harry Potter! Characters (except those created by us) belong to the amazingly talented J.K. Rowling, WB, and the publishing companies. Don't sue us! We are just bored teenagers having a go at poor Harry and Draco!
Their feet met ground and they stumbled, grasping at each other to prevent from falling. They looked at each other and sprang apart quickly, opting for looking around the place they had come upon.
"Stupid Potter!" yelled Draco, "Why did you come!"
"What is this place?" asked Harry ignoring him, looking around the room confusingly.
It was a small room that was so dirty that the dust must have been accumulated after decades. A lone broken chair was in the corner, and a small room, which Harry presumed, was the bathroom was on his right side. Besides the broken chair, the room was completely bare and cobwebs added to the eeriness of the place.
"Let's get out of here," said Draco, walking towards the door. He tried opening it but it would not budge.
"What the hell," said Draco, taking out his wand.
"Alohamora!" The door remained closed. Draco threw spell after spell at it but it would not open. Getting annoyed, he turned to Harry.
"So, do you have a spell for this door?"
"There's only a few you haven't tried," said Harry, walking towards the door and sending the spells but to no avail.
"Malfoy, stand back."
"Why?"
"Just do it," Harry said irritated. Draco walked a few steps backwards and Harry threw several consecutive blasting spells towards the door.
"What the…" Harry said when realization seemed to cover his features. "Shit, this was a trap…"
"Wouldn't have figured that out, Potter."
"Malfoy, just shut the fuck up! We're stuck here! The death eaters may apparate any moment and you just stand there so calmly!" he said, kicking the door as hard as he could, but it still wouldn't open.
"Resorting to muggle methods, Potter?" asked Draco, raising an eyebrow.
"At least it's better than standing around," Harry retorted. "Where's the portkey?"
Draco looked around the room. "It's gone," he said, sure it couldn't be hidden anywhere in the open room.
Harry absent-mindedly stared at the door, then back at Draco. "Do you think something's going to happen?" he asked, though fear could not be heard.
Draco shrugged. "I don't know," he said sulkily. His eyes suddenly lit up and standing, he closed his eyes, concentrating on something and just standing there for a while.
"What are you doing?" asked Harry, who had conjured up a sofa and was now sitting down.
Draco's eyebrows furrowed and, as he opened his eyes, Harry saw they were filled with disappointment. "I can't apparate," Draco said.
"I didn't think you'd be able to," Harry said matter-of-factly, creating the blonde-haired person to become annoyed with him once more.
Draco, instead, cleared the room of the dust and began pacing around when he suddenly heard a voice.
"Hello," Harry said and Draco was about to retort when Harry spoke again.
"Mr. Bradford, it seems we're in… well, some sort of trouble," Harry said rather calmly, surprising Draco. "We took the portkey at the beach and Draco was too eager to find out where it led to, so he turned it and, following your orders, I followed and it appears we've entered into a trap… yes… no, I don't know… not even a remote clue… ok then, we will," Harry said before hanging up the cell phone he had carried with him.
"So?" Draco said rather panicky.
"They're going to look for us. Seeing as we don't know where we are, they don't either, and so Mr. Bradford said it might take days, even weeks, if we're lucky, before they find us."
"Weeks!" Draco said, yelling. "I can't stay here for weeks!"
Harry shrugged, conjuring up a few more things and trying to make the room comfortable while Draco just stared.
"You're decorating a house when death eaters are more than likely going to meet us here! We're on the brink of possible death and you're bloody decorating! What do you think, the death eaters will let you off and instead ask you where you got those freaking curtains!" Draco yelled at Harry.
Harry looked up at Draco, trying to remain calm. "If the death eaters were coming, I think we'd know. I think they're hoping that we'll die off here, or possibly that we'll kill each other."
"The second seems more likely."
"Malfoy, clam down. We just have to make the bes -"
"Don't you dare say we should make the best of things! We're in a fucking cottage in the middle of nowhere and you're raving around being little Mr. homemaker!"
"I want to get out of here too, but there's nothing we can do now but wait."
"Like hell there isn't."
Harry sighed. "I'm not going to fight with you, Malfoy," Harry said tiredly, cuddling up on the sofa and closing his eyes.
"You're going to fucking sleep while we're in here?" cried Draco. "What is the matter with you!"
"Yes, I'm trying to go to sleep, but a certain annoying blonde seems to be unable to calm down," said Harry, not opening his eyes but with a frown on his face.
"Well, if a certain someone was helping me here," Draco said, motioning around with his arms.
"Help you with what, Malfoy? There is no way to get out and they are not going to come and take us. If you're worried about that then stand guard," Harry said, shifting a bit and placing his head on his hands.
Draco glared furiously at Harry but knew he was right. He began angrily stomping around, 'keeping guard', when Harry spoke again.
"If you're not quiet I'm going to make you be quiet," Harry said, his tone slightly edged.
"Oh please, Potter. What are you doing to do? Plus, I'm standing guard," Draco said sneeringly.
Harry sighed. 'I'm warning you…"
"Empty threats don't scare me, Potter."
"I really need my sleep, Malfoy."
"Well then, sleep!"
"I can't with you stomping around."
"Ignore me."
"Ignore your sound? Like I can. Last warning, Malfoy."
Draco continued, his stomping growing even louder.
"I warned you," Harry said, sleepily pointing his wand to a shocked Draco and stunning him, much to the other boy's surprise. Harry fell asleep quickly with the silence that enveloped the cottage.
Harry woke up some hours later and sat tiredly on the sofa. His sleep had been troublesome but at least he had gotten some rest. He looked around, rubbing his eyes when he saw a figure on the ground.
"Lumos," he muttered and muffled a laugh when he saw the figure was Draco. 'Shit, I forgot about him,' he thought. 'Maybe I can leave him there a while longer. If I wake him up, he won't shut up!'
Harry walked to the figure and kneeled down, bring his wand to Draco's face.
Harry sighed. 'I better just wake him. Too bad he can't stay like that longer,' he thought as he muttered "Ennervate".
Draco stood up as soon as he was woken up and looked daringly at Harry.
"Why the hell did you do that! You stunned me!"
"I told you to shut up and you wouldn't listen," replied Harry calmly, looking at Draco.
"But you fucking stunned me, and you left me on the floor for hours!" yelled Draco.
"Worried that your hair is ruined, Malfoy?" asked Harry, noting Draco's usually well kept hair was tousled.
"What! No!" he said, "that's not the point!"
"Then why are you trying to smooth it down?" asked Harry, raising an eyebrow.
Draco dropped his hands. "Don't turn this into something else. You. Left. Me. And slept! What if someone had come in, you asleep and me stunned! What good would that have been!"
"You give me no credit, Malfoy. I would have known if someone came in, and as for you stunned… well, it doesn't matter much."
"So I don't matter!" yelled Draco, stepping menacingly closer and closer to Harry.
Harry looked at Draco. 'He was better stunned,' Harry thought. "Yes you do," Harry said simply.
"Right," snapped Draco. "Must get Malfoy out of the fight, he can't take it," he said sarcastically.
Harry sighed and moved to sit on the couch. "Think whatever you want, Malfoy, just shut up and think to yourself."
"Don't tell me to shut up!"
"Oh no?" said Harry, drawing up his wand.
"No," said Draco furiously, grabbing his own wand.
Draco moved his hand to raise his wand when an expelliarmus hit him and his wand was sent flying to outstretched hands.
"I'm faster than you, Malfoy. Don't make me shut you up again," said Harry, throwing the wand back to Draco.
Draco caught the wand and looked at Harry, fuming with anger.
Harry didn't seem to care and instead was looking around, searching for something.
"What are you looking for?" asked Draco, looking oddly at Harry.
"Food," Harry said, his stomach grumbling in agreement.
"You know, there's probably no food here," Draco said, when he saw Harry look into something, delighted.
"Found it," Harry said, pulling up a loose floorboard to reveal food that would last enough for about one week.
"But… they would never… why would they…"
"I think they were planning on letting us die slowly, or get us weak, but not killing us immediately," Harry said, taking out the food he had found and laying it on corner of the room where he had conjured up a table. "Here," he said, throwing a sandwich over at Draco.
"Do you really expect me to eat that?" Draco said rather disgustedly.
"It is the only food," Harry said, shrugging and examining his own. Once it passed his inspection, he began eating it, looking over at Draco who still refused to eat it.
Draco looked at the sandwich, then at Harry who was stuffing his mouth. His own stomach grumbled and, with a slight tint on his cheeks, he made his way over to the farthest corner away from Harry to eat.
Once Harry was done, he looked over at Draco and contemplated their situation. They were going to be stuck here for a few days, possibly even a week, so why not make a truce? With these thoughts Harry cleared his throat, making Draco look up at him.
"Yes?" Draco asked, looking oddly at Harry.
Harry's breath, though, was caught in his throat. Draco sat across from him, only illuminated by the light Harry's wand was still giving off and the moonlight that came in through one window. Draco's hair looked as fine as always and gleamed a silver in the moonlight. His eyes, though, were what mesmerized Harry. They glinted like silver with swirls of blue in them.
"Well, Potter?" Draco asked, going back to eating his food though he did feel uncomfortable with the look Harry was giving him.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said, regaining his thoughts and turning away from Draco. "I was wondering if you'd consider a truce."
"A truce?" Draco asked, raising his head in interest once more. "What kind of truce?"
"Well, I was thinking that we could at least bear to be with each other without bickering and get along."
"You mean the way things were before?"
Harry shrugged.
"No," Draco said simply as he finished eating.
"No!" asked Harry incredulously.
"You heard me, I said no. We don't need a bloody truce between us to get through a few days. And there is no way I'm trusting you again, Potter," he said, the last part coming out harsher than intended.
Harry paled slightly, but remained seated, his voice shaking slightly, with anger or sadness, Draco couldn't tell. "All right then," Harry said.
Draco nodded, not in triumph, but at least in understanding and conjured for himself a bed that took up most of the room up. He lay down over it, snuggling into it and tucking himself in when he heard a cough come from where Harry had been.
"And where is my bed supposed to go?" Harry asked, looking inquiringly at Draco's bed.
Draco shrugged. "That's not my problem, now is it. Now, Mr. Potter, I'm the sleepy one here and need my sleep."
"You'd think that after being stunned for most of the time, you'd have gotten enough rest by now," Harry muttered, conjuring up a small blanket for himself and deciding to settle on the couch.
"You can always share my bed," Draco said after noticing where Harry was going to sleep, but he immediately stopped after he said it.
Harry looked up as he heard these words and looked, almost angrily, at Draco. "No thanks," Harry said, taking Draco's suggestiveness as nothing more but that, just wanting.
Draco shrugged, feeling fury rise inside him once again but refusing to let it overtake him. Soon, both boys were asleep once again.
Harry slowly opened his eyes and reached for his glasses, which he had placed on the floor, when he noticed a figure moving around. He quickly drew his wand out and put on his glasses, ready to hit the target, but relaxed once he saw it was only Draco.
"Oh, it's only you," Harry said sleepily, standing up and stretching.
"Who did you expect, Potter?" Draco asked, looking at Harry as he stretched his limbs and feeling a wanting beginning to fill him.
Harry shrugged. "You can never be too careful," he said when he noticed the bed was gone. Instead, a table now stood in the center of the room with two chairs drawn up and what appeared to be… breakfast on the table.
"Hmm…" Harry said when Draco stopped him.
"Nope, that's for me," Draco said, stopping Harry from getting any closer.
"But…"
"No but's…"
Harry scowled. He had really hoped for the warm food that was sitting on the table to fill him up. He could only watch as Draco sat and began to ate. Harry sighed and mumbled something, before eating cereal.
Draco watched him with an amused smile as he ate.
Harry continued scowling as he ate and when he was done, got up and went into the restroom. 'Might as well take a shower,' he thought as he went into the bathroom.
Draco watched him as he went, wondering where he was going, but once he heard the water turn on he knew. 'Hmm… I need a shower too,' he contemplated, cleaning up everything with the flick of a wand and smirking. 'First though, I think I'll have some fun.' Chuckling, he put his magic to work.
When Harry came out he was shocked. The cottage looked… live able. Draco had obviously charmed the place. The walls were still wooden, but near one corner was a bed and a rug on the bottom, smaller and a much more reasonable size. An armchair was beside it and the table remained in the center. Harry turned to look at the other corner only to find a small cot there, along with a sofa all cramped into the corner.
Harry frowned. "What's this," he asked, but Draco had already gone into the shower.
'Fine,' Harry thought, 'if that's the way he wants it.'
Draco came back out much like before but with a change of clothes he had conjured up out of somewhere. He stopped in shock when he saw screens dividing the room.
"What is going on!" he said rather ferociously.
"Just making sure we each get our space," Harry said, a small smile playing on his lips.
Draco glared angrily at him before going into his side and sliding the screen back into place and making him a moving shadow on the other side. Harry sighed and sat back down, amused yet bored. There was nothing to do here and all he and Draco could do was wait, since they weren't really on speaking terms. He brought out his wand and, with a spoon that was still on the table, began animating it and making it do things on the table.
The spoon was about to do its final routine when Draco popped out of his room, eyeing Harry warily, then looking over at the spoon before knocking it away, at which the spoon stopped in midair, much to his surprise, and shot at him.
"What is this," Draco said, grasping the spoon between his fingers before it could have another go at him.
Harry sat trying to control his laughter at what had just happened. "Just amusing myself," Harry said, standing up and taking the spoon from Draco.
"Doesn't seem like much amusement," Draco said rather snobbishly.
"Oh, it is. You should try it. Here," Harry said, handing Draco a fork.
Before Draco could ask where the fork had been, Harry's spoon was let go and was walking towards him. Draco sighed and, after muttering a spell to animate his own utensil, let the fork defend him.
Draco had to admit, after sulking in his room for a while, this was far more amusing. His fork battled with Harry's spoon until both were pretty much clobbered and bent.
"Well, I think that's enough," Harry said, letting his spoon die down.
"So you're admitting I won," Draco said as he slowly took the life out of his own fork.
"Fat chance. You know who won."
"Oh, and I suppose it was you."
"Good guess, Malfoy."
"Oh please," Draco said, rolling his eyes.
"What do you mean 'oh please'?"
"Nothing," Draco said standing up. "I'm just letting you win."
"Oh, don't worry, I can win on my own."
"Ha," Draco laughed, walking over to his room. "Well, oh great one, its late and I'm going to go to sleep."
Harry shrugged and let Draco go on before retiring to his own side of the cottage that was, although cramped, rather comfortable.
'Wait, we're supposed to be in a bad situation,' he thought, 'and here I am having fun.' He shook away his thoughts as he lay down on his bed.
--Day 2--
"You bloody git, that was my ration."
"No, Malfoy, that was mine. This was yours. You're eating my own food."
"No, this is my food. You're the one who fucking separated it."
"I did, and that was in my pile. You have your piles mixed up because you've finished most of your water ration."
"Its not my fault I need water, and this is my side!"
"No, it's my side, Malfoy!" Harry said, his tone beginning to get edgy.
"Fine, take it then," Draco said and, throwing the food at Harry, walked back into his room.
Harry looked angrily at the door before retiring to his own room.
-- Day 3 --
Draco awoke to the sound of the running shower. 'Better not finish all the hot water,' he thought, getting out of bed groggily and walking towards the table. He grabbed some breakfast and ate quickly, lest he should be blamed once more for having eaten what wasn't his. He finished just as Harry stepped out.
"You better have been eating from your ration," Harry said, obviously now awake.
Draco rolled his eyes but said nothing as he stepped through to the bathroom.
An hour later, Draco came out rather content to a rather bored Harry.
"So…" Harry said.
"What do you mean so, Potter?"
"Well, we have to amuse ourselves somehow," Harry said.
Draco shrugged, unsure whether he liked where this was going.
"Well, let's talk then."
"But we do talk, everyday in fact."
"Let's talk like civil human beings."
"I am civil."
"Not always."
"I was born civil. It's you, Potter, who provokes me."
"Whatever," Harry said, rolling his eyes and motioning to the sofa now next to him. He had apparently placed both of them in the clearing and had moved the table elsewhere.
"So," Draco said, completely immersed in his sofa and his eyes looking at Harry.
Harry shrugged. "I thought you'd know what we could do."
"Hmm…" Draco thought, looking over at Harry. "No, better not, you wouldn't agree. How about…, no, not that one either… hmm… nope, can't come up with anything," Draco said.
Harry looked at him. "Well, spoon vs. fork isn't as amusing as it was the first day. How about…"
"No more animating objects, Potter. You're last one attacked me, remember."
Harry shrugged once again. "Then I have no ideas."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Ingenious," he said.
"Let's talk," Harry suddenly interrupted.
"Talk?"
"Yeah, why not?"
Draco shook his head. "Sure, I suppose so… what about?"
"I don't know."
"Oh great…" Draco said.
"Well, you could help come up with something."
"You're the one with the amazing ideas, Potter."
"Thanks, I was wondering when you'd finally realize it."
"I didn't realize it. You must not have noted my sarcastic tone."
"It seemed pretty honest to me."
"Really, why would I say something like that?"
"Because you secretly worship me."
"As if."
"You know you do, I've seen that shrine."
"What! You mean you've actually seen it!"
"What! You mean you actually have one!"
"Ha-ha, no. Please, who would ever want to make one of you… well, it could scare of unpleasant things."
"Hey…"
Draco rolled his eyes. "Whatever, now… since we've wasted most of the morning bickering, I suggest we decide on something to do."
"But I thought we were going to talk."
"Well, what about?"
"I don't know."
"There you are."
Harry glared at Draco. "Fine then, don't listen to me. Go back to your room and do whatever it is you fucking do all day," Harry said rather sulkily before walking back to his room and slamming the screen as loud as he could, which didn't produce the desired effect and ended with a frustrated Harry screaming rather loudly into a pillow.
Draco watched the closed door with some amusement, yet confusion and guilt in his eyes. He shouldn't be doing this, he should be helping Harry cope with this, and he should be helping just as Harry was trying. Draco sighed. It wasn't going to be easy, but it had to be done. He sat there, waiting until Harry finally reappeared and eating during lunch.
Once dusk was settling, Harry finally came out. He walked nonchalantly over to the food, picked something off the top of it, and sat on his seat, concentrated wholly on his food.
Draco cleared his throat but to no avail. He cleared it again, making sure Harry heard but he was being ignored. "Potter," Draco said, mustering his anger down to keep his tone calm and smooth. "If you'd like it, we could talk."
Harry looked up at him, his eyes glinting. He sat, confused. Did Draco almost… apologize? He looked at Draco incredulously, at the emotion set in his eye, and looked away. There was too much going on in there, he could feel it, and maybe this talk would be what they needed.
"What brought the change in attitude?"
"Potter, either talk about something or I'm leaving."
"Well, sit down then," said Harry, conjuring up another chair and placing it opposite him.
Draco sat down with a sigh, already not liking the speed of things. What had he gotten himself into?
Draco looked at Harry expectantly, while Harry avoided his eyes and instead looked down at the table.
"Why do you hate me?" whispered Harry, catching Draco off guard.
"I don't…hate you," said Draco, looking down at the table, and then meeting his eyes with Harry's.
"Well, it sure seems like it. You can't stop arguing with me!"
"Me! Potter, don't be daft, you argue with me too."
"But only because you started it!"
"See, Potter, what are we doing now?"
Harry closed his mouth and bit his lip, Draco was right.
"Look, Draco, I'm tired of fighting and fighting and fighting, that's all we ever do. I'm not comfortable with it."
Draco set his mouth in a thin line, and didn't say anything.
"And, you have told me that you don't trust me…Malfoy, why not?"
"Do you have to ask? Can't you figure it out, Potter? It's not that difficult," snapped Draco, losing his calmness and raising his voice.
"Well I don't understand!" exclaimed Harry, rising from his chair, he had no idea why Draco mistrusted him, he hadn't done anything. But then why?
"What the fuck, Potter! Before all this bickering, before all this shit, what did we do?" asked Draco rising from his chair and pulling Harry towards him, "So…what did we do?"
"Uhh…I…"stammered Harry, that couldn't be the reason, could it?"
"Great, so now you don't remember?"
"Yes, I remember," whispered Harry.
"You pushed me aside, Potter, and I can't forgive you for that!"
"I didn't push you aside! It's clear you didn't want it either!"
"Are you sure, Potter?"
"Well…it's you and me."
Draco turned his back from Harry, his eyes burned, and his heart was going a thousand beats per minute. He closed his eyes, he couldn't do this.
"Draco?" whispered Harry.
"Why not, Potter?" said Draco coldly.
You can't want anything with me," said Harry sadly, leaving the table and walking towards Draco.
Draco turned around, "Potter you lied to me, and you left me. What would you do if that happened to you?"
"Look, Draco, I'm sorry, I was drunk, it was foolish of me. I'm sorry."
Draco laughed, "You're sorry? Do you think that will make it better?" yelled Draco, taking a step towards Harry and pushing him with his hands, "I fucking told you…you were drunk! Yes, you were fucking drunk! I asked you!"
Harry looked at Draco, his eyes filled with pain, he realized, looking at Draco, that he did want it. He was just too scared to accept his feelings. He was a coward.
"Sorry, doesn't cut it!"
"Draco…"
"I told you not to call me Draco!" yelled Draco inches away from Harry's face.
Harry pushed Draco back, "If you don't care about me, then why are you like this? If you didn't care, you would have laughed it off! But here you are, yelling at me! Why?"
"I don't want to talk about this anymore!" yelled Draco, taking a step to walk away from Harry.
"No, we are settling this right now!"
"Why am I stuck here with you! You, out of all people. I bet you just want to leave this place and go with your idiot boyfriend."
"What…what boyfriend?" asked Harry, Draco's words making him stop yelling.
"Bloom," said Draco bitterly, "It's obvious you want to fuck him. I bet you just can't wait!"
"I don't like Alex!"
"Then why did you let him kiss you!" yelled Draco, his eyes flashing in anger.
"I didn't expect it! I was shocked!"
Draco walked closer to Harry and punched him, sending him slamming to the floor.
Harry looked up at him, and Draco felt anger. Anger that Harry liked someone else than him. Harry was lying, he wasn't shocked He had enjoyed that kiss.
Harry got up, wincing from the pain. "What was that for, Malfoy?" he whispered.
"For everything."
"Everything?"
"Yes."
Harry looked straight into Draco's eyes. He had punched him when Alex was mentioned, he had argued about their night like if he actually cared. Something inside Harry gave away, and his face dawned in realization.
"Draco, are you jealous?"
Draco opened his eyes in amazement, was he jealous?
"Do you care for me? Did that night….mean something special for you?" whispered Harry.
"Fuck you, Potter," said Draco coldly, "Fuck you," he spat.
"It did, didn't it?"
Draco didn't reply, and Harry threw caution out the window and closed the distance between them.
He placed his lips on Draco's and kissed him softly and passionately. Draco didn't respond to the kiss, and Harry pulled back with a sigh.
"That night was special to me, Draco, I did want it," whispered Harry.
"Then why did you say you didn't?" whispered Draco.
"I thought you didn't want me, and I'm a coward for not telling you the truth," said Harry, his eyes shining with emotion.
Draco looked into those emerald eyes and lost himself. Harry had told him he meant it…Harry had told him he meant it.
"Harry, it did mean something to me," whispered Draco, and Harry felt his heart explode, and he grabbed Draco, kissing him passionately.
Draco couldn't believe that he had said it. He had told Harry. Harry grabbed him and started kissing him softly, but Draco let loose his emotions and held on to Harry's waist, kissing him roughly.
They didn't care that they were in a cottage, trapped, and that death eaters could come in anytime. They didn't care about anything else except them, this moment.
Harry pushed Draco up the wall, and started placing kisses on the pale neck. He was overwhelmed, and when he heard Draco moan, it drove him wild with desire.
Draco thrusted into him, and Harry felt their erections meet. Draco ran his hands down Harry's back and continued thrusting into Harry.
Draco felt that he was close, and feeling that Harry was too, he placed his hands in Harry's jeans, undid the buttons, and placed his hands in Harry's cock.
Harry lost his mind the moment he felt those talented hands. He moan and thrusted into Draco, losing control.
Within a short while, both couldn't handle it anymore, and afterwards held each other, both breathing heavily. Both thinking that behind the masks they had don after that night, laid secret desires, torturing them slowly. But now both of their masks were gone, their desires and needs out in the open, like it should have always been.
"Oh fuck, Draco," said Harry.
Draco laughed and placed his head in Harry's shoulders.
"Backing away from me now, Harry?" he whispered.
Harry looked at him straight in the eye, "Never" he said, and Draco believed him, he had opened his heart once more.
Both boys were curled up in the sofa, fast asleep.
Suddenly, the door flew open and Harry woke up, grabbing Draco and pulling out his wand.
"Whoa, Mr. Potter. It's us," said Mr. Bradford, looking at the odd display before him. Harry had his arms around Draco protectively, and noticed that Draco leaned in to him.
"Mr. Bradford!" exclaimed Harry, going to him and shaking his hand. "How did you find us?"
"Let's just say that it took the whole department to figure out where you were. We have your magical signatures, and using some spells we were led here. I'm glad both of you are fine, and nothing happened."
"Can we leave now?" drawled Draco, "contrary to popular belief, I do go out in the sun."
"Sure thing, come outside and we will apparate to New York. We must go back to the office."
"Harry doesn't like to apparate," said Draco matter-of-factly.
"It's ok, I'll do it."
"Are you sure, Harry?" asked Draco, concerned, "I know you don't like to."
"It's fine," said Harry.
Mr. Bradford nodded, "Well, we'll se you in the office," he said, and with that him and the rest of the aurors disapparated.
"Come on, Harry, I have a better idea," said Draco grabbing a hold of Harry and pushing himself closer to him.
Harry gulped, being close to Draco was torture for him, especially in a certain part of his body that wouldn't cooperate.
Draco smirked at him, 'Shit,' thought Harry, 'he noticed'.
"Now, Harry, be a good boy and I will take care of that problem for you, later…"said Draco suggestively.
Harry nodded eagerly and placed his arm around Draco, and with a small pop Draco and Harry disapparated.
A/N: There you go! The big confrontation with Lucius gets closer…hmmmm. Thank you all for your reviews, they were lovely! Please tell us what you thought of this chapter, and I believe it's the longest one out of all!