Tiger & Dragon
By loverstouch
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K Rowling. The story is based on Rowling's work, but the plot of 'Tiger & Dragon' comes from my own sick brain.
Summary: In the summer after his fifth year Harry is taken from the Dursleys to live with the Malfoys. The next day the Daily Prophet's headline read 'Boy Who Lived Died In Death Eater Attack' …
Rating: R
This is my first "Slash" fanfiction and the first fic I have published at all, so please go easy on me.
The story begins in the summer after Harry's fifth year, which means yes; it is post OoTP, but has nothing to do with HBP.
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I'd like to thank Draeconin for being the beta for my story. I'm really grateful for your help.
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Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 15 – A Date with Voldemort
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Tiger was already sitting at the breakfast table when a confused Draco entered the Dining room. He walked up to Tiger, and glared down at him.
"How did you do it? What did you do? Why is the spell broken? How do you know about my dream? What did you do to me?" At the end of his questioning, Draco was shouting down at Tiger, who looked up a bit guiltily at the blond. They locked eyes, and for once it was Tiger who melted at Draco's angry and hurt look.
"Don't tell me you're still fighting." A voice broke their eye contact. They both turned around and found a solemnly beaten up Lucius standing in the doorway, supporting himself at the doorframe.
"Dad!"
"Lucius!" Both boy ran up to the elder Malfoy and caught him just before his legs gave in, and he sank to the floor.
"Fuck, Dad, what happened?" Draco asked, after he and Tiger had helped Lucius to a chair.
"The Dark Lord wasn't pleased about the fact that it was my guest who prevented his attack at Potter's funeral," Lucius croaked out, trying to stay seated on the chair.
"I'm sorry, Lucius. I didn't think about what would happen to you. I wish I could have prevented being recognized as your guest. I-"
"It's okay, Tiger," Lucius interrupted, placing a hand on the upset boy's shoulder. "It isn't our most important problem to solve whose fault it was. We have much bigger trouble."
"What is it?" Draco asked, in a fearful whisper. He'd never seen his father this broken. He had been tortured a few times by Voldemort, and Draco had been there to look after him until he was okay again. But never had he been this battered.
"Voldemort wants to see you," Lucius looked apologetically at Tiger. "He's waiting at the Manor. We have to go soon."
Tiger had to swallow hard before he could speak. His eyes had popped out in fear when Lucius had spoken. But now he had his composure back, and smiled slightly at Lucius. "Well, at least he'd have a real reason to kill me, now. After all, I didn't choose to be 'The Boy Who Lived'. I'll go alone. You can't come along; you can't even walk." Tiger turned around and started to walk to the door.
"No!" Draco and Lucius cried out at once.
Tiger stopped after just one step. Then he watched Lucius turning to Draco.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I wish I could take off the spell, but it is irremovable. I fear you have to go with us."
"But it's-" Tiger began, but Draco cut him of immediately.
"It's okay. I won't leave Tiger's side – literally," Draco added, with a slight smile.
"You can't do that," Tiger whispered in Draco's ear. "Stay and help Lucius."
"I will not let you do this on your own. I know you've faced Voldemort before, but now he won't just try to kill you."
"What do you mean?" Tiger asked, confused, as he looked at Draco. Then he turned to Lucius, who'd locked eyes with Draco. After a while they nodded, and Lucius turned to Tiger.
"We fear that he will try to recruit you."
"What?" Tiger asked, shocked. He had never thought something like this could happen.
"He knows you're living here. He thinks I'm faithful and will give Draco to him at his seventeenth birthday. He will expect you at his side on that day."
"But you can't do that," Tiger turned worriedly to Draco.
"There is nothing I can do about it." The blond said sadly.
"Hell there isn't," Tiger bellowed all of a sudden. "You can very well refuse."
"No I can't," Draco answered calmly.
"But-" Tiger started, but this time he was interrupted by a painful scream.
"Aaahhh."
"Dad!"
"Lucius." The two boys ran to Lucius, who was trying to stand up, and helped him up.
"He is calling. We have to go."
"But you can't come," Draco said worriedly. "You're too hurt."
"I will not let you face him on your own. I swore to myself I wouldn't let them hurt you," Lucius said, laying a hand on Draco's cheek. "Both of you," he added while looking at Tiger.
"Then let's go," Tiger said enthusiastically. "He wants to meet Tiger Ryan? Then he will get to know him."
"What are you up to now?" Both Malfoys asked him sceptically.
"You'll see." Tiger smirked a Malfoy smirk, and with newfound self-confidence, he led the way to the ancestor room.
"Wait." Lucius stopped just before the door. He turned first to Draco, then to Tiger. "Make sure your walls are up, and be prepared for him entering your minds. But don't close yourselves up entirely. Don't make him suspicious."
The two boys nodded, and walked on.
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When they entered the living room in Malfoy Manor, they were confronted with at least seven Death Eaters. Lucius stopped in the middle of the room, Tiger and Draco close behind. Lucius had insisted on walking on his own once they had entered the Manor, but now he was grateful that the two boys were standing as close as they were, so he could lean against them unnoticed.
With a quick glance around, Tiger noticed he knew all of them. First there was Crabbe and Goyle Senior, who were positioned at the door like bodyguards. Then there were Avery, Nott, and McNair watching them intently from the fireplace. His heartbeat rose when he saw the person sitting on the couch talking to two men; Bellatrix Lestrange, her husband Rodolphus, and his brother Rabastan were laughing about something, totally ignoring the newcomers.
"There you are, at last." A ninth person approached them, glaring at Lucius urgently.
Then his silver hand pointed at Draco, beside Lucius. "What is he doing here?" Wormtail asked menacingly.
"Remind me, Wormtail; when did you become my Master, whom I have to answer to?" Lucius sneered at the excuse of a man. The two boys behind him adopted identical smirks.
"Lucius," came a hiss from the corner of the room. The three turned around, and found a hooded figure walking up to them.
"My Lord." Lucius sank to his knees, and awaited further instructions. Tiger and Draco just stood there, and watched what happened, faces betraying nothing of their nervousness. But when Tiger's hand brushed softly against the blond's he felt it shiver. Wormtail backed away when the figure stopped a few feet away from the kneeling Malfoy.
"You're taken some time, Lucius. What kept you?"
"My Lord, I apologize for my laziness. I first had to find the boys. I don't trust the house elves with such a message. Please forgive me, my Lord."
"I see. Stand up, Lucius." Lucius did as he was told. He tried not to show how hurt he was, and surprisingly, if he hadn't looked like shit, no one would have noticed that there was anything wrong at all. He walked back to Tiger and Draco, and stood protectively in front of them.
When he felt a reassuring hand on his back, he turned to Draco and nodded to him to indicate that he was okay. When he felt a second hand on his back, he also turned to Tiger and nodded again. For a moment he felt the two hands wander and met each other before they vanished from his back, and the two boys took a step forward each, and positioned themselves in front of Lucius.
"Ah, yesss," Voldemort hissed. "That must be your son, Lucius."
Yes my Lord. This is Draco."
"Draco." The blond suppressed a shiver when the Dark Lord said his name. He lowered his head, beginning to sink to his knees, but a strong hand around his wrist allowed him only a small bow.
When he came back up, he shot Tiger a questioning look, but the boy wasn't looking at him. Instead, his thumb stroked softly over Draco's wrist before moving his hand away unnoticed.
"And that must be your newest protégé?" Voldemort took a step closer to Tiger, looking him deep in the eye. Tiger braced himself for what he was about to do, before he took a step forward, himself. Voldemort stopped, and looked Tiger up and down.
"Tiger, what are you doing?" Draco whispered frantically, but the raven haired boy ignored him, and copied the Dark Lord's examination.
"Why are you clothed like a filthy muggle? You don't seem like someone who has to hide who he is." Voldemort circled Tiger once, before stopping in front of him again.
"Why won't you put down your hood? You don't seem like someone who has to hide who he is." Tiger, too, circled Voldemort before he stopped in front of him.
"How dare you mock the Dark Lord?" A voice squeaked, followed by a firmly spoken hex. "Inctus Vultus!" A blue light shot out of Wormtail's wand.
With lightning reflexes, Tiger stepped aside, and the blue light passed him ineffectively. Tiger shot around to face his attacker, but before he was half 'way around he heard a slapping noise, followed by general gasps, and a whimpering noise from his other side.
"Master! I'm sorry." Wormtail felt to his knees, and crawled up to his master, kissing the hem of his robes. "I didn't mean to hit you. The spell was supposed to-"
"Crucio." For the next two minutes there was no sound but the excruciating screams of a tortured man. When Voldemort stopped the curse, he glared down at the cowering man. "I hope the next time you try to hex someone, make sure you hit the right person. Or your will risk your life for a simple 'slap in the face'-curse."
"Get him out of my sight," he ordered.
Crabbe and Goyle walked up to them to escort Wormtail away, but before the two reached them, Tiger bowed down and whispered into Pettigrew's ear.
"Next time, try a more effectual spell when you intend to hit the wrong person."
Wormtail's eyes went wide in shock, but before he could say anything, Crabbe and Goyle escorted him out of the room. Tiger smirked to himself before he looked back up to Voldemort.
But his smirk froze when he came face to face with the Dark Lord's wand. For a long while there was no sound, and nobody dared to move. Tiger looked up from the wand to Voldemort's hooded face, and stared at him unwavering. He had his right hand fisted around his hidden wand at his outer thigh, but for the moment he wouldn't pull it out.
Slowly Voldemort raised his hands to his head, and pulled off his hood. His red eyes were fixated on Tiger, who let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding, still eye-locked with the Dark Lord.
"Do you think I have to hide myself?" The elder wizard broke the eye-contact and circled Tiger once again. The boy stood where he was, not following the man's movements. He locked eyes with Lucius for a moment when he noticed the man staring at him. The blond tried to indicate something to him and mouthed "It's enough," but Tiger just smirked at him, and Lucius sank, defeated, into the armchair behind him.
Tiger waited for the Dark Lord to appear in his sight again before he spoke. "I would say it depends on where you intend to go. As long as you don't try out for witch weekly's 'Most Charming Smile' Award, you shouldn't have that much a problem." Tiger felt the temperature in the room sink under Voldemort's glare, so he tried to compensate for the damage he'd just done. "After all, now that I'm in the country, I'm claiming that award for myself." He smiled his most charming smile, but it didn't seem to have the effect he wanted.
The Dark Lord still glared at him, but when there was suppressed laughter which ended up in a cough, coming from Draco, he turned around and faced the younger blond.
"Do you think that was funny?" Draco sobered at once and looked, lost, between Voldemort and Tiger, who were both looking at him – Voldemort daringly, and Tiger still smiling, and nodding at the other boy.
Draco returned the smile, and then looked back to his father's master. "To be honest, my Lord," he began, still smiling, and stealing another glance at Tiger, "he has the most charming smile I've ever seen."
"Is that so?" Draco nodded eagerly, and Voldemort turned back to Tiger, who was standing beside Draco once again. "I think you have an incredible gift about you, which you will use well once I've taken you into my circle. Am I correct that your birthday is the same as young Draco's here? So I can welcome you both in my ranks on that day." It wasn't a question, but a demand.
"Lucius."
"My Lord?" Lucius stood back up from the chair, and walked up to his master.
"Take the boys home, and maybe you could try and explain to your guest what it means to be a pureblood wizard. It seems to me he is a bit - How can I put it? Ah, yes. - poisoned by his upbringing."
"H-" Tiger began to retort, fuming, but couldn't even say one word before Draco had elbowed him in the ribs, and Lucius had spoken.
"I will see to it, my Lord."
"You may go, then. I will be on my way soon. Until then, I don't want to see you, Lucius."
"As you wish, my Lord."
"Boys, I expect to see you on your seventeenth birthday." The Dark Lord turned around and walked back to the chair where he has been sitting when the two Malfoys and Tiger had arrived. Just when he sat down, and Lucius and Draco began to walk out of the door, Tiger turned around and broke the silence.
"I don't think I'm free that day."
Voldemort stood back up, and with a few steps he was once again in front of Tiger. Draco and Lucius hadn't noticed that Tiger had stopped, and were now trapped outside the living room, because Avery and McNair had blocked the door.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked in a low growl.
"I said I don't think I'm free that day. It is my birthday, after all. You know; party, presents, friends, alcohol, sex, and whatnot. And all you're offering is total submission to you. Thanks, but I think that will be nothing but fun." Tiger put his hand to his chin as if in deep thought. "Say, the day after…or, no, better make that two days after. We never know who I'll be with then, or how long we'll celebrate in the privacy of my room," he smirked, and twinkled seductively. "Then you can contact me, and I will see if I have time for your request."
"You foolish boy. What do you think you're doing, here?" Rodolphus Lestrange stepped up to them.
"Making dates for next year." Tiger answered calmly.
"Who are you, that you show so little respect to the Dark Lord?" Bellatrix joined her husband, and stared daggers at Tiger.
Tiger walked up to her, and when he noticed his whole body shiver, he started to circle the Dark Lord, so his rising fear wouldn't show. While he walked around, he looked in the faces of the remaining Death Eaters in the room, who were standing in a circle around himself and Voldemort. 'Oh, fuck. What have I gotten myself into now? I can't believe I'm doing this out of my own free will after all these years of having to face him unwillingly. Well, there will be time to berate myself later – I hope. Now I have to survive this one, and make the most of it I can, so that Draco will be safe for as long as possible.'
"To be honest," he began, looking at no one in particular, "I don't give a damn about your Lord." He ignored the angry murmurs, and went on. "I don't know much about him, but what I know," Now he was standing in front of Voldemort again, who had his wand pointed at him once again. He took a deep breath, and looked him deep in the eye. "is that I'm here because you want something from me. So I think I have every right to choose the time and place for our little arrangement. But what is in it for me? What do you offer?"
"What do you want?" They were silent for a while, staring at each other. Tiger still waited for the Dark Lord to make an offer, but it never came.
The next word Voldemort spoke was only whispered, but in Tiger's ear it sounded like a shout. "Legilimens."
The boy held his breath when he felt the dark wizard invade his mind, and search for anything that could betray him.
Careful not to show him too much, or make him suspicious that he was hiding something, Tiger introduced Voldemort to some of his memories and dreams. He let him see the incident where he kissed Snape and the Potions Master nearly hexed him, then when he had affronted Pansy at the beginning of the party, and at last a dream, an image of Tiger clad in skin-tight jeans and a seemingly too small t-shirt.
He blocked out all other thoughts and memories, and trapped Voldemort in this one for a bit longer.
A hand wandered up and down the boy's torso, trailing in small waves with one finger over his chest until he reached the waistband of Tiger's trousers. Slightly stroking the obvious bulge in his pants, a second hand emerged, holding a knife. The second hand copied the way its partner had gone moments before, the knife's point dangerously caressing the fabric of the t-shirt. When the knife stopped at the waistband, the t-shirt fell in two halves to both sides. Sweaty, well tanned, and unmarked skin was revealed.
Outside of his head, he could see the Dark Lord blushing, and he himself felt a heat engulfing his body.
The first hand repeated its previous pathway, while the second one started its way again, this time from Tiger's left foot, up.
It was only when both trouser legs were cut open, up until just under Tiger's cock, that Tiger opened the barrier, and allowed Voldemort to leave his fantasy.
With a gasp, he let his invader pull out of his mind, and sank to his knees. "Christ, what was that?" He looked up at Voldemort, and when he noticed a satisfied smiled on his face, he stood up and opened the first button of his shirt.
"Can you show me how to do that?" he asked in a heavy tone. "I have a friend I'd like to do that for."
"Now you know why I prefer muggle clothing. Can you imagine what I want at the moment?"
The Dark Lord looked away at the last statement, and turned towards the door.
"I will contact you on the 1st of August. I expect an answer by then." With that, he left the living room and Malfoy Manor, followed by his Death Eaters.
Tiger still stood where Voldemort had left him when Lucius entered the room, after everyone was gone.
"Follow me," he said simply, and turned back around to leave the living room again. Tiger obeyed, and walked after the elder Malfoy, Draco trailing behind. Lucius walked directly to the ancestor room to go back to Malfoy Castle.
"I don't know what has gotten into you, provoking the Dark Lord like that," Lucius roared, once they were back at the Castle. "He could have killed you!" He turned to Tiger and glared at him, before vanishing into the living room.
"He could have," Tiger retorted, walking after Lucius. "But he didn't," He stopped in the middle of the room, facing Lucius. "and for a good reason. You said it yourself; he wants to recruit me. So he won't do it until I give him reason."
"I thought your scene today was reason enough. How could you mock him like that, and live through it?"
"With a little help from a stupid rat..." Tiger began, smirking mischievously, but was cut off by Draco, who had positioned himself beside his father.
"But what would you have done if Wormtail hadn't intervened?"
"I don't know." Tiger just shrugged, and flung himself into one of the armchairs. "Maybe Voldemort wouldn't have reacted at all, and just continued his questions. After all, he hadn't been given an answer at all."
"What did you think by playing such a stupid game, Tiger?" Lucius bellowed. "How could you do something as stupid as this? What did you think you would achieve by that. Why-"
"Four days." Tiger interrupted in a low, still slightly panting voice.
"What?" The two Malfoys asked confused.
"I've earned us four day longer than our seventeenth birthday." He turned to Draco. "It's not much, but-"
"It's more than I would have ever achieved," Lucius said, thankfully. "It gives you enough time to prepare what you couldn't have before your birthday. I will teach you the theory of how to apparate once you come back next summer, and the day after your birthday, I want you to get your licence so you can escape, if need be."
"You could teach us now."
"No, I can't. The Ministry made up stronger wards for illegal and underage Apparation. There is no way to do it without getting caught, even in Malfoy Manor."
"Couldn't Dumbledore-"
"Sorry to disappoint you, Tiger, but even I can't evade Ministry laws." Said wizard walked up to the three and – after making sure Tiger and Draco were all right – examined Lucius' broken form.
"I was concerned when I didn't hear from you, so I came over." He looked Lucius up and down before he went to the fireplace, and threw a bit of Floo powder in it.
"Severus Snape," he said, and after a while the head of the Potions Master appeared in the fire.
"Albus? Is Lucius okay? Have you found him?"
"Yes, I have found him. As for the other question…" Dumbledore stepped to the side to allow Snape to overlook the whole room. His eyes felt instantly on Lucius, who was swaying slightly, and then collapsed, defeated, on the couch.
"I'll be right there." His head vanished, and a few minutes later Snape entered the living room, followed by a concerned looking Narcissa.
At once, Snape examined Lucius' injuries, beginning to heal a few, while he ordered Draco to get the medical first aid box which they had placed in every room for just these occasions.
Narcissa sat on the couch, Lucius' head cradled in her lap, and stroking his hair softly. "That is always my biggest fear, you know. Every time one of you leaves for a meeting I fear that you will return like this, or worse, never again."
Lucius smiled faintly. "You know we Malfoys are hard to break. Ah!" He grimaced when Severus healed his broken ribs, which hurt for the slightest moment, and then the pain was gone.
"Oh, yeah, I know." Narcissa captured a straying strand of hair, and put it back behind Lucius' ear. "But this shouldn't have happened. You shouldn't have taken the punishment for your generosity to a house a guest. It is his entire fault that you are laying here. If he hadn't caused this trouble, you wouldn't have gone through all this."
Tiger felt two eyes staring at him, but he didn't look up. He was still sitting in the armchair and looking down in his lap. He knew she was right. If it hadn't been for him, Lucius wouldn't be hurt.
"And Weasley and Granger would be nothing but soulless shells of themselves," Draco inserted; stating the inevitable consequences of Tiger's not doing something at the funeral.
Tiger looked up to see Draco glare at his mother, who looked a little lost that her son was against her.
"If Tiger hadn't reacted so fast, there could have been much more damage than me being tortured by Voldemort." Lucius said, backing up Draco's argument against Narcissa, which caused the two to break their eye contact and look at the injured man. An uncomfortable silence fell over the room.
"How do you feel, Lucius?" Dumbledore asked, to break the stillness. "Do you think you could tell us what, exactly, happened?"
"Drink this." Severus handed Lucius a potion from the magical first aid box before the blond could even open his mouth.
After drinking the potion and ordering tea from a house elf, Lucius began to explain what happened, beginning with Voldemort's rants about him being useless, and the first Cruciatus Curse thrown at him, up until the point he and Draco left the room just to find Tiger not being with them.
"I don't know what happened then, but in some way, Tiger has managed to win four more days until their initiation."
"How did you do that?" Snape asked disbelievingly.
"I just told him that I have other plans for my birthday. You know; party, alcohol, sex…" Here he gave Draco a seductive look, who blushed in his tea. "No submissiveness on that day."
Sputtering noises and coughing followed this statement.
"And you're still alive?" Narcissa asked, after handing Draco a napkin to clean himself from the tea.
"That wasn't why he did it." Snape didn't hide his scepticism.
"He did Legilimency, and I think he saw something which he hadn't expected."
"He didn't-" Draco began, but was cut of by Dumbledore before he could give their secret away.
"What did he see? I know Lucius has taught you how to close your mind, but obviously he could enter anyway."
"Of course he could. But that was necessary. If I had blocked my mind fully, he would have been suspicious. So I gave him some images to tell him what is on my mind most of the time."
"And that is?" Lucius asked.
"I can't say it." Tiger blushed slightly and turned away from the four pairs of staring eyes. "It's really private."
"You mean to tell us that you have gotten four more days because of some sexual fantasies?" Snape asked dully.
"Yes," Tiger answered proudly. "He blushed, and practically fled the room."
"You're really incredible," Lucius said.
"Suicidal is a better word, I think," Snape answered.
"I think it's brilliant." Dumbledore beamed at Tiger, and ignored everybody else.
"And I just want to know what this fantasy was about," Draco murmured, not knowing that Tiger had heard him.
Tiger excused himself and went to the library to work on his Potion reviews. When he passed Draco he stopped for a second, and whispered in his ear. "Maybe one day I'll show you." The blond went Weasley red and ducked his head in embarrassment, while Tiger left the room.
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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?