Title: In Captivity
Author: Phoenix Donovan
Summary: Voldemort has been defeated, but Death Eaters still roam. When Harry is offered a new mission from the Order to house someone who is in grave danger of being captured, he readily accepts—only to regret it when he finds out who he has to live with. Pairings: Harry/Draco and Severus/Sirius right now. Rated M for sexuality in later chapters.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.
Chapter Two
Harry didn't leave his bedroom for three days, save the necessary apparition to the bathroom; fortunately, he had been successful in not apparating in on Draco. He wondered if Draco was even there anymore, or if he had requested that the Order relocate him. Perhaps Harry would receive an owl any day now from Ron and Hermione explaining how Draco had been assigned to live with them, and telling him off for not being able to gain composure about this ridiculous situation, casting burdens on them, etc.
But no such owl came, and by the morning of the fourth day, Harry awoke to a horrible ripping in his stomach, accompanied by a humongous growl. He groaned in discomfort and stood up, having to grab on to the bedpost before falling over from dizziness. Suddenly, a delicious smell filled his nostrils, and his stomach seemed to be dragging him away from his bed—he could smell food, wonderful food, and he didn't even seem to have control anymore, his primal senses guiding him.
He lunged into the eggs, bacon, and cheese biscuits sitting on the kitchen table, so enthralled with them that he didn't see the slim blonde sitting eloquently at the table.
"Ah, so The-Boy-Who-Lived is still alive; I thought you might have died locked up in your room all this time."
Harry set his biscuit down and grabbed a jug of pumpkin juice from the fridge. Draco lit a fag, causing Harry's nostrils to flare unpleasantly.
"No smoking," he said, pouring himself a glass of juice. Draco ignored him, stood up, and walked into the living room. Harry watched him intently.
"I'm feeling a bit itchy," Draco said. "Are the sheets on the guest bed clean—"
"Look," Harry interrupted, going into the living room after him. "You need to explain some things to me. Quite a few things, actually."
"Like what?" Draco snapped. Harry grabbed the fag out of his slender fingers and threw it in the trash.
"Like why the last time I saw you was on top of the Astronomy tower at Hogwarts with the Dark Mark looming over it, and you were trying to murder Dumbledore, for starters."
Draco swore under his breath and sat down on the couch, arms crossed.
"Fine," Harry said, eyes flashing with anger. "Don't tell me anything. I'll just try to get used to the fact that there's a Death Eater living under my roof."
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"He's late," Hermione said, frowning. "I hope he's all right." She fidgeted with her napkin, looking around the pub anxiously.
"He's fine, Hermione—look, there he is right now."
Ron and Hermione greeted Harry with warm smiles as he walked in; he gave a weak smile in return, ordered a firewhiskey, and sat down.
"Firewhiskey? At this hour?" Hermione fretted.
Ron shot her a look. "What's up, mate?"
Harry thanked the waitress and took a long sip before saying, "Malfoy is living at the cottage."
"Hm? What cottage?" Hermione asked.
"My cottage."
"What?" Ron and Hermione exclaimed in unison.
Harry sighed. "The Order needed a place to hide him."
"And you agreed to it?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide with shock.
"No. I didn't know it would be him."
"I thought he was a Death Eater," Ron said in a low voice.
"You should speak to Sirius about this," Hermione said. "Who assigned Draco to you?"
Harry scowled. "Snape."
"I knew it!" Ron growled. "Probably his idea of a joke."
Hermione cleared her throat. "Well…"
"What?" Ron asked; both boys looked at her.
"Well. Look. I trust Snape, don't you?"
"Yeah," Ron scoffed. "To a point."
"Snape used to be one of Them, and you see how he turned out."
"Shagging Sirius Black?" Ron said.
"Don't remind me," Harry groaned. Hermione raised her eyebrows at him and he shifted uneasily in his seat. "You know what I mean."
"So anyway, it can't be as bad as it seems. Talk to Sirius, Harry. He'll know what's going on."
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Severus rather fancied pink pajamas. No one knew this of course, except for Sirius. And Severus liked to keep it that way. He was pacing back and forth in the living room, waiting for Sirius to return home from a midnight apparition to the grocery for some wine, when he spotted Harry's head in the fireplace—or rather, Harry spotted him in his pink pajamas.
"Potter!" Snape jumped. Harry wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the smirk on his face. Severus sneered. "Come to complain a little more about Mr. Malfoy?"
"I need to speak to Sirius," Harry said in a hard tone.
"He's—"
"Harry?" Sirius apparated into the kitchen, set the wine on the table, and strided past Severus to crouch in front of the fire. "What's going on? It's after midnight."
"You two are up," Harry pointed out. Sirius and Severus looked at each other. Sirius sighed and looked back at Harry. "Well, what is it then?"
"I need to talk to you in private," Harry said, casting a look at Severus. Severus rolled his eyes and strolled into the kitchen to open the wine.
"Okay now, Harry—what is it?"
"I need you to explain to me what Draco Malfoy is doing—"
"Sh! Harry! No, not this way. Can you floo over?"
"Oh—wow, sorry," Harry apologized, and in a couple of moments he was standing in Sirius's living room.
"I need you to explain to me what Draco Malfoy is doing in my guest bedroom."
"Well I assume that's where he's been sleeping."
Harry gave him a deadly look.
"Okay, sorry. But Harry, I told you. He's in danger, the Death Eaters are after him—"
"Why is that, then?"
"Lucius Malfoy, in particular, wants him on their side."
"Isn't he already?"
"No Harry, he's not. Draco was forced by Lucius to become a Death Eater when he was 16. Only Severus knew the truth."
"The truth?"
Sirius sighed. "Draco's greatest fear is that he will turn out like his father, but it took him a very long time to accept that. And as Draco's godfather, Severus refused to let him go down the path of a Death Eater."
"How come no one told me?"
"No one knew. I didn't know until shortly before you did. It's too dangerous for Draco. He's been hiding ever since—"
"Ever since that night he and Snape ran from Hogwarts."
"Yes, Harry, I believe so."
Harry was silent, taking this all in.
"Are you two done chatting?" Severus asked, sweeping into the living room with two glasses of wine.
"I was just leaving," Harry said, and he stepped back into the fireplace.