Title: Flip Side

Author: CuriousDreamWeaver

Summary: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are one of a kind. Maybe. Alternate worlds are meant to stay separate but not everything turns out the way they're supposed to. How much trouble can two Draco Malfoys and two Harry Potters get into? Especially when someone decides to up the ante and make things a whole lot worse for them all. Slash, het. HP/DM, HP/DM, RW/HG and more.

Warnings: There will be slash, mostly from the HP/DM department, um, violence in later chapters, and maybe a few lime scenes (very mild though). This fic is not HBP compliant.

Pairings: HP/DM, RW/HG, JP/LE, LM/NM, SB/RL/SS

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters in it. J. K. Rowling does and she's more the richer for it. I don't own Tekuu no Escaflowne either. I wish I owned Van and Folken Fanel though... LOL

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Flip Side

Chapter Sixteen: Friendly advice, romantic meddling and something else.

Harry circled the pitch lazily, absently. It was a rather cool morning; the creeping fingers of winter had already begun to chill the air as autumn drew to a close. He brought his hands up to his face and breathed on his fingers in an effort to warm them.

"It would probably be easier if you were sitting in front of a nice, warm fire," J.P. muttered as he tucked his hands under his arms and glared balefully at Harry.

Harry shrugged and looked at him from under his bangs. "You could have stayed in the Common Room, you know."

J.P. made a face. "No thank you. Watching Mione and Ron suck each other's faces off is enough for me."

"You're just jealous you're not getting any," Harry snickered.

"A fat lot more than you," J.P. snapped back.

Harry scowled. "Shut up."

"Aw, come on, you know I didn't mean it like that," J.P. said in apology.

Harry huffed. "It's not like I haven't tried, you know."

"Draco's just stubborn," J.P. said soothingly. "He's just a bit... er, shy."

"I wouldn't call how he's acting 'shy, J.P.," Harry replied dryly. "He's bloody well scared of me."

"He's just a bit skittish."

"He's not a horse."

"Well, he is kinda. I mean; he's a beautiful purebred, right? He's obviously been handled badly by his previous masters," Harry hissed between his teeth at the anger that the last word elicited and glared at J.P. who just shrugged and continued on, "and he's never learnt to trust. It'll only be natural for him to be afraid and wary of anything new. Especially kindness. Abused creatures always react suspiciously towards any signs of kindness or love."

In a sort of grotesque way, it did make sense. "How-how do you think I should handle him, then?"

"There aren't that many things you can do in this sort of situation, Harry, I'm sorry to say."

"Do you think I'm going about this wrong? I don't think he was too thrilled with my attempts so far."

"Like I said before, Harry, it takes patience and perseverance. If you give up now, Draco will think that you didn't really care, that you found he was too much trouble." J.P. rubbed his hands together to keep them warm. "He's probably already thinking it, right now, at this very moment."

Harry gave him a puzzled glance. "Thinking what?"

"That you don't care about him."

"But that's stupid! I've already told him I loved him!"

"Yeah, but come on, you were half out of it at the time."

Harry grudgingly nodded. "But I meant it all the same."

"See, I've always noticed that Malfoys are funny that way. If you don't tell them something, looking them right in the eye, they won't believe you, at least, for things like this. You kind of mumbled it to the top of his head."

"You know, you could be a little more helpful," Harry groused.

"Ah, but you don't want me to just smile and pat you on the head and say it'll be all right. That's Mione's, job. Or would you rather I start ranting like Ron does when you mention Draco's name in front of him? Cuz I can't. If Dee ever heard about it, I'd be sleeping on the couch. And she'd take away touching privileges!" J.P. seemed horrified by the last part and shuddered before going back to the subject at hand. "As your brother/friend/whatever I happen to be, I'm meant to point out what you're doing wrong and say you're a fool."

Gaping at him, Harry tried to sputter out an answer but after a few moments of J.P.'s snickering, settled for a glare. "That's not very nice."

"Oh, come on. Do you really want me to hold your hand and say everything will be okay as long as you believe that love conquers all?"

"Well, no," Harry replied reluctantly. As warm and sympathetic Hermione was, she wasn't really doing much good. It was all well and good to tell him that things would get better, but she didn't really help him try and figure out a way to help the situation. Ron wasn't much of help either; he wasn't exactly the most experienced person, considering it was Hermione who had to ask him out the first time. That and he tended to rant about evil ferrets.

"Well, there you go. I'm keeping it real," J.P. said with a sagely nod.

"Well, oh helpful one, what do you suggest I do? And don't tell me to keep pushing, because that's not as useful as you think it is."

"Er..." J.P. looked towards the sky. "Maybe he'd like more chocolate. He didn't seem that adverse to eating the ones you got him before, right?"

"That was before I told him I wanted to court him."

"Oh. Well, what happened after that?"

"I already told you what happened," Harry said with a frown.

"No, not that, to the chocolate!"

"What about the chocolate?" Harry didn't know where this was going.

"Did he take it or leave it?"

"Er..." Harry frowned in concentration as he tried to remember. "Well, I don't remember taking it back with me to the Tower." He blinked. "Oh! He did take it with him! I remember him shoving it into his bag with all his other stuff."

"That's a good sign," J.P. said beaming.

"Why?"

"Cuz he'll be eating it soon enough! If he's anything like Dee, he'll be a comfort food eater! Or he'll find some unfortunate person to verbally abuse until he feels better. Or blow something up." The last two parts was said more quietly than the rest, but Harry had already focused on the previous fact.

"So you think he'll be eating my chocolates and he'll remember me?" Harry brightened at the prospect.

"Well, either that, or he'll just be eating anything he can get his hands on." J.P. shrugged. "But to be honest, he'll probably look at them for hours, contemplating if he should eat them or not and then rejecting the idea because you gave them to him, but then thinking that it would be apt to eat them because you're the one he's thinking about and then he'll just sit there and think it over and over and over."

"I don't know whether that's flattering or not," Harry muttered. "It's not very encouraging."

"I'd agree; if it was anyone other than a Malfoy," J.P. replied. "See, A Malfoy obsesses over something he or she really cares about. And Dee says that he refuses to discuss you."

"Isn't that a bad thing?"

"Not really. It just means that he's still in denial. Trust me, it'll go really quick and you're going to have your hands full keeping him happy."

"But what am I supposed to do until he gets over his denial?"

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Draco contented himself with glaring at the flames that danced cheerfully in his fireplace. His notes for his assignment about vampiric bonding sat in front of him but he hadn't looked at them in hours. No, he was quite happy glaring at the happily flickering flames.

"You know Draco, those logs aren't going to get any deader," Dee said dryly from where she sat next to him.

Draco scowled at her before looking down at his notes blindly. "I was merely taking a break from reading."

"Hm," Dee replied in a tone that told him just how much she didn't believe him.

Draco gave her a half-hearted glare and picked up his notes and started to leaf through them.

"You know, you haven't met up with Potter for your group project since last week," Dee commented casually. "You only have another two weeks to get it done."

Draco ignored her words, pretending to be too intent in his notes to notice. "I wonder which of these runes I should use," he murmured in an attempt to take her mind off more personal matters.

"Ask Harry," Dee replied, watching him carefully out of the corner of her eye.

Again, Draco ignored her and laid out a few pages on the table. He pointed to them and tilted his head towards her. "Which one of these do you think would look better?"

The look Dee gave him made the boy squirm uncomfortably. "You know, you're not as subtle as you'd like to think," she deadpanned.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Draco replied firmly.

"That's a pathetic excuse and you know it," Dee said as her lips twitching down into a frown.

"Look, whatever you're implying-"

"You're being deliberately obtuse, and you know I don't like that."

Draco glared at her. "What are you talking about?"

"You've been ignoring that stubborn boy for the past three days. You cannot tell me there's nothing wrong," Dee said as she poked his side.

Draco batted her hand aside and glared at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, that's why you've been moping like some kind of love-sick girl," Dee said with a slight wrinkling of her nose.

"I have not!" Draco replied in outrage.

Dee gave him an even look. "I know you love him Draco, you've told me you do. Why do you have to keep acting like this?" she asked softly. She reached out and touched his chin, turning his face to hers. Her fingers tightened when he tried to jerk his head away. "Would you just listen, for once in your stubborn life?"

"I don't have to take this. Get out," Draco snapped as he pushed her away from him and stood up. When Dee remained sitting, looking at him with those large, doe eyes, he looked away and pointed at the portrait. "Go on, get out."

Dee bristled at the tone he used. "I am not a dog to be ordered about, Draco Lucius Malfoy! And look at me when you're talking to me!"

Draco winced at the displeasure in her tone but refused to look at her. "I think you've overstayed your welcome."

"Oh no, I'm not even done yet. You want to be stubborn? So be it!"

A faint rustle of fabric was all Draco heard before he felt himself being hauled backwards by the collar of his robes. He let out a yelp and found himself sprawling on his couch, staring up at a decidedly unhappy female. Draco opened his mouth but Dee waved her hand and murmured something under her breath. It wasn't like any other body-binding spell he'd ever encountered; his body hadn't gotten stiff and he didn't feel like he'd been tied down in any way and his muscles felt as relaxed as they normally did. He just couldn't move from his position.

"You've had your chance at talking," Dee snapped, putting her hands on her hips and frowning down at him. "It's my turn to talk now."

She sat down next to him and poked his knee. "You are in denial. It's a very interesting state to be in. Well, it's interesting to watch. But, I've gotten sick and tired of you moping around and I'm pretty sure that you're getting rather sick of it yourself."

Draco glared at her. "Who do you think you are? You can't tell me what to do!"

Dee's eyes narrowed. "Draco, watching someone you love hurt themselves is not pleasant. I refuse to stand by and allow you to ruin your chance at happiness!"

Draco eyed her warily. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't give me that look. I'm being serious here," Dee huffed. "You and Harry; there's a bond there. It's strong and bright." She moved closer to him. "I know you can feel it. Whenever he's close, you feel as though everything's right, don't you? And when he's not near, it's as if something's tugging inside of you." Her left hand came to rest over his heart.

Draco cringed at the truth behind her words. He turned his eyes away from hers. "It's none of your business."

"There are people in this world who care about you, Draco, no matter how stubborn and thick-headed you can be," she said as she tapped his chest. "And I know that this is just tearing you apart inside."

"What am I supposed to do?" Draco spat, anger building up inside him. He didn't even bother trying to deny his feelings anymore; he knew that she was fully aware of how he felt about Harry. "Just throw myself at him? What would be the point of that? He'll lose interest soon enough and I'll be left worse off than before!"

Dee watched him quietly, sitting back against his legs and squeezing his knee lightly. "The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, Draco."

"How would you know?" Draco snapped, desperate to hide from her knowing eyes. "You've got no right to talk about it like you know what I'm feeling! Your Potter's always loved you! You've never had to fight with him!"

"True, J.P. and I have always had a good relationship, romantic or otherwise," Dee agreed, "but that doesn't mean we didn't have our ups and downs too."

"I'd hardly call our situation 'up and downs'," Draco replied dryly.

Dee smiled slightly at his tone. "That's true. But you're not making any of this easier, you know. If you just gave him a chance, I'm sure you'll find yourself in an incredibly satisfactory position."

Draco's lips twitched at the suggestive tone that Dee's voice had taken and the image of a certain green-eyed boy looking hungrily down at him made his whole body heat up. He flushed handsomely and growled when Dee gave him a knowing look. "I don't need you giving me advice."

"Draco, do you honestly think that Harry's going to just leave you?"

"Yes!"

"Why do you think that? Do you really think he's that kind of person?"

Draco closed his eyes. "His friends mean everything to him. They don't like me. He-he'd never choose me over them."

"Oh, Draco," Dee murmured.

She waved her hand and Draco knew she'd lifted the body-binding spell. He curled onto his side, facing away from the fire and pressed his face against the soft couch. He felt her hands slip into his hair and he welcomed the comfort she offered. "You've seen him, haven't you? He loves his friends, he'd do anything for them."

"But he loves you too."

"But he's loved them longer!" Draco broke out. He glared at her. "They've been there for him for years! This-this infatuation he has with me... I doubt it's been around for anywhere near that."

"Draco, it's not a matter of how long he's loved you," she replied gently. "Something like that wouldn't matter to him."

"How would you know? You don't know him!"

"I might not have known him as long as you, but-"

Draco sneered. "Don't tell me you're comparing him to your J.P."

"Harry and J.P. are far more alike than you think," Dee replied, ignoring Draco's hostility. "They're not the same, that's true, but they are very similar in many respects."

"What makes you think that they're similar in this one?"

"Because whenever he looks at you, there's the same love that I see when J.P. looks at me."

Draco looked away. "How can you tell that?"

"Because all he seems to see if you," Dee whispered. "It's like everything around him doesn't matter as long as you're there with him." Her eyes softened. "He just looks at you with those dark green eyes and you feel like nothing else in the world matters."

Draco shivered; he knew exactly what she meant. Sometimes, he'd meet Harry's eyes and he'd see something in them that would take his breath away and make him feel as though he could do anything. "His eyes look like emerald velvet; soft and inviting."

"And he gets this soft smile on his face," Dee added, lost in her thoughts of her own lover. "The one where just the corners of his lips curve up and his face relaxes, his whole body relaxes." She shivered and let out a sigh. "It's the smile he gives me just before he tells me he loves me."

He looked at her as everything started to click into place. He remembered the way that Harry's eyes looked just before he kissed him, the way his face softened when he smiled, the way his voice dipped and became husky when he said he loved him... "Oh Merlin," Draco moaned and buried his face in his hands. "I'm doomed, aren't I?"

Dee squeezed his knee again. "Oh yes, very much so, I'm afraid."

"You're not helping," Draco muttered.

"Don't be silly, of course I am," Dee replied, deliberately ignoring his tone. "I'm giving you advice."

"I don't want your advice," Draco replied sulkily.

"Well, you're going to get it," Dee replied with a smile. "I normally wouldn't interfere in a relationship," she ignored Draco's cough and continued, "but I feel that you need a firm push. You're not going to get out of this on your own, nor are you going to make your situation any better."

"And how, pray tell, are you going to help me?" Draco snapped. He came to the realisation that Dee wasn't going to let this drop and had resigned himself to his fate.

"Obviously, we're going to come up with a plan to seduce Potter," Dee stated in a matter-of-fact tone.

Draco sputtered. "What? Why?"

"Because, like you said, you can't very well throw yourself at him, can you? Come on, sit up."

Draco sat up and drew his legs up under him as Dee did the same. "What exactly is going on in that pretty head of yours?"

"It's simple really," Dee said with a mischievous smile on her face. "We're going to seduce your handsome Gryffindor. And I know just what to do."

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He shivered, burying his face against his knees as he desperately tried to stave off the cold and the soft murmurs of those he knew were long dead. The constant sensation of cold fingers running over his skin made him cringe and he pulled his legs closer to himself.

He heard the soft hiss, the unmistakeable rustle of Dementors as they prowled the dark, haunted halls of Azkaban. He shuddered as one paused by his cell. He could swear it was mocking him, the way it stood silently for several long moments. He gathered the dregs of his pride and raised his head and glared. His silver eyes flashed in the almost invisible fingers of moonlight that seeped through the cracks in the walls.

He had had a lot of time to think about his life during his imprisonment, and for the first time in his life, he couldn't find satisfaction from what he'd accomplished. It all seemed so hollow to him. He'd never realised how empty his life really was. Everything seemed so frivolous, so petty and worthless to him now. After he had joined Voldemort, his life had become so focused, so single-minded, that he had forgotten what he used to enjoy. His thoughts had gone in a distinctive downward spiral and he had been left with nothing but painful regrets and disenchantment.

He curled his fingers around the small scrap of paper he held in his hand. It only held two words, but those two words had kept him from screaming and throwing away his pride like so many of the others.

Be safe.

Just two words were enough for him to stay reasonably in control. He didn't have to read the note to see the neat, and slanted cursive that was similar to his own, but with it's own confident loops and lines. Draco had written the same words ever since he had been imprisoned. He had wanted to write how much he appreciated his son's words, but all he could force onto the paper was a cold, detached command and veiled threat. What a lovely father he was. Lucious snorted and tightened his fist around the piece of paper as though it could make everything better.

Thud.

Lucius raised his head, eyes alert. What was that sound? A body hitting the ground? He tilted his head to the side and concentrated, not daring to breath.

Thud.

There it was again! He had definitely heard something this time. He uncurled his body, ignoring the twinges of pain that ran up and down his body in protest, stuffing the letter into the pocket of his pants. He grimaced in pain as he dragged himself towards the door of his cell, wrapping his hands around the cold bars. He heard several louder thuds in succession and peered into the darkness beyond his cell.

By now, other prisoners had noticed that something was wrong and many of them had begun to wail at the disturbance. Lucius sneered as many prisoners begged for freedom whilst others snarled for vengeance against their imprisonment. He found it rather pathetic; though a part of him wanted to join in; to beg for freedom or scream for vengeance he wasn't sure.

"What's going on?" he demanded, even though he knew he wouldn't get an answer. Well, not a coherent one anyway.

He flinched and shrank back instinctively when a Dementor glided by his cell. He hesitated for a moment before grasping at the bars and peering down the hallway with a frown. The Dementor was going towards the sounds of the disturbances.

"Open them. All of them." Lucius froze at the sound of that familiar voice.

The sound of metal grating against metal made Lucius clap his hands over his ears and back away from the door of his cell. Just in time too, as the metal bars swung open violently, just missing his face.

"Come out, Lucius."

He hesitated for a moment before stepping carefully over the threshold, breathing in sharply as he did so. Merlin! He was free! He immediately threw himself down at his master's feet. "Thank you, my Lord!"

"I see you're still in control of your wits," Voldemort drawled as he watched the silver head at his feet.

"It has been very trying," Lucius admitted hoarsely.

"You were very sloppy, Lucius," Voldemort hissed. "You allowed yourself to be captured. Now I have no spy within the upper circles of the Ministry."

Lucius cringed. "Please forgive me, Master."

"I don't think I can. Not yet, at least." There was a pause and Lucius foolishly held his breath. "Vehemens tergum crucio(1)." Only to scream in agony as he felt as though his skin was being peeled back from the muscle underneath. He barely registered his head smacking into the cold stone; it was nothing compared to the sensation of being skinned alive and then having salt rubbed into the bloody mess left behind. His wrists smacked down hard as he flailed helplessly and he vaguely registered the cracking of bone hitting the unyielding surface of the floor beneath him. He didn't even feel the bite of his nails raking through his skin as he clawed desperately at his face.

"I am very disappointed with you," Voldemort murmured as he watched Lucius writhing and screaming helplessly. He made a small gesture and Lucius slumped onto the floor sobbing painfully, his face covered with bleeding gashes where he'd ripped at his own skin. "What can you do for me now? You have nothing left to offer me. You can no longer supply me with information about the Ministry's doings..." he trailed off dispassionately as he watched Lucius roll onto his knees, sobbing in pain the whole time. He was surprised the other man could still move, but showed nothing but disdain on his face.

"My Lord, all I can offer you is my services and loyalty. It is all I have left to give," Lucius replied hoarsely, his voice barely above a whisper. He swallowed harshly, loudly, in the following silence.

Voldemort looked down at his servant, narrowed eyes calculating. "Your life is not all you can give me, Lucius," Voldemort purred with a slow smile. "You have something that I greatly desire."

Lucius shivered at the silky tone in Voldemort's voice and he turned heavily reddened eyes up. There was something incredibly sinister in those narrowed orbs and he had a feeling that it did not bode well for the future. His or anyone else's. "What do you want?"

"Your son."

Lucius froze, his breath leaving him in a painful gush. "My-my son?"

Voldemort's eyes flashed warningly and he hissed. "Yes, your son."

"He will serve you, my Lord, as faithfully as I have," Lucius replied shakily, dropping his eyes quickly.

Voldemort made a satisfied sound and turned away. "He will serve me, that he will."

Lucius didn't understand the meaning behind Voldemort's words, but an uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach and he glanced up to watch his master stalk away. He struggled to his knees and panted heavily. Merlin, it felt like his skin was on fire and his bones were broken. When he slipped and smacked his face back onto the floor, he amended his lat thought. His bones were broken, his left wrist anyway.

He yelped when a strong hand gripped his elbow and helped him sit up again. He looked up warily but relaxed when ebony eyes met his. "Sev."

"Luc, get up. The others are leaving and I have no desire to haul you out of here when the Aurors come."

The familiar harsh tone was welcome, and Lucius nodded and allowed Severus to haul him to his feet, wincing as he stood on his own two feet. "Thank you," he murmured quietly. He smiled when Severus snorted near his ear.

"Get a hold of yourself and help me drag you out of here." Severus grunted under the taller man's weight. Lucius had lost a lot of weight, but he was still considerably bulkier than himself and it was hard trying to move him when the blonde wasn't cooperating. Not that he blamed him; a few rounds of the Cruciatus curse were never something to scoff at.

"Merlin, it feels like I've been flayed," Lucius moaned. "Crucio never hurt that much before."

"That wasn't the Cruciatus curse," Severus muttered. "It was something else."

"Like what? I wasn't aware there were any variations to the curse," Lucius asked, puzzled. He knew a considerable amount about the Dark Arts, and even more so about how to modify them to suit a particular need.

"There aren't," Severus replied seriously. He tucked the thought away and concentrated on half dragging, half leading his friend back towards the gate. He knew Lucius couldn't Apparate without his wand, and he didn't want to try and risk Apparating them both in the condition Lucius was in.

"How are we going to get out of here?" Lucius panted. He raised his hand weakly to brush the sweat trickling down his face away but dropped it back down with a hiss of pain.

"I have a Portkey back to Malfoy Manor."

"Ah," Lucius replied in a noncommittal fashion.

"Don't worry, Narcissa has taken to staying with Bella so you don't have to worry about her," Severus replied with a smirk.

Lucius sighed in relief and let Severus help him to the entrance hall of the prison. He looked around and noticed the lack of guards. Or bodies. "What happened? How did you get in?"

"Our Lord has learnt some new tricks," Severus said. He gently moved Lucius's arm off his shoulder and leant him against the wall. "The very shadows themselves made quick work of the guards here."

"The shadows?"

"I'll show you it in a Pensieve later," Severus replied as he took out a small gold key. "Here, it'll activate in one minute."

"You're not coming?" Lucius asked with a small frown as he took the key in his right hand. As much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to talk to someone, anyone, and Severus was a good friend.

"I have to get back to Hogwarts," Severus replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'll come by and check on you during the weekend," he added in a more sympathetic tone.

"Oh," Lucius replied. He straightened and gave him a nod; looking more like the Lucius Malfoy that everyone was familiar with. "Very well, I shall see you later then." And in a blink, he was gone.

Severus looked at the place his friend had stood for a moment before frowning and Apparating. As soon as the world stilled, he tensed, his dark eyes darting around cautiously as he listened carefully to the muted sounds of the Forbidden Forest.

"Severus."

A hand came from behind him and gripped his elbow gently. Severus let out a small sigh and looked balefully over his shoulder. "I told you not to wait for me."

A low chuckle was his answer and he felt another hand moving to pull him closer. "I worry, you know that. You were called rather late this time."

"He does as he wishes," Severus muttered. "Now let me go, I have to report back to Albus."

Remus sighed and allowed Severus to push his way out of his arms. "Let's be off, then."

They made their way quickly to the Headmaster's office.

Remus smiled at the disgusted expression on Severus's face when he muttered out the password and followed him up the stairs.

"Ah, back already?" Albus asked gently.

"Yes, but we've got a problem."

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(1) Literally: Violent skin torment

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