Sorry for the wait. Had a lot to do.
I like to write this fic, and I'm glad that I have a loyal beta reader to fix my errors! I can leave the dirty work to someone else to fix. P
The part that you all have been waiting for is slowly coming up! To bad I can't post a detail love scene on but I promise to make up for that! I'm terribly sorry but if I write a good love scene here on I'll risk to be thrown out… again… sigh….
Beta Reader: Princesspepper
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Chapter Thirteen: Put Me Down!
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Draco held the newly acquired towel around his waist as he glared at the Weasley brothers. "May I ask what the hell you're doing in here?" he asked, trying to give them his famous Malfoy glare. It didn't work all that good, considering that he was standing in the same room as two fully dressed elders while he was sporting only a towel.
George smirked as he tossed the small jar in the air. "This is a common bathroom, am I right? I mean, we have every right to be in here," he said.
The blond wasn't amused. "Can you give me my jar back? I'm asking nicely," he said, holding out his hand. He didn't want to loose his temper but they were pushing him towards the edge.
Fred snatched the jar away from his brother and looked at it. "I don't see your name on it. Besides, what is this stuff?" he asked, taking a sniff of the lime-coloured goo. "Smells like… like… crap," he said, wrinkling his nose. "If I doubted that Snape did this potion I would change my mind right now"
George shook his head. "So what is it, Malfoy? A new trap for our golden boy?" he asked, walking closer to the blond. "Or doest it have to do with that black paint all over you?" he continued as he slowly backed Draco up against the nearest wall.
Draco growled softly at the red haired teen before him. Curse the height difference between him and his attackers! Why did all Weasleys have to become so damn tall! "None of your business!" he snapped. "I haven't caused you or your brother any problems this year so can you please leave me alone? The potion is for fixing a screw-up in an extra Potions class Snape is making me go to," he said, clutching his towel closer. He started to feel uncomfortable as the twins cornered him.
Fred and George looked at each other before grinning. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" Fred asked, his eyes sparkling with mischievous intentions.
George nodded with a snigger. "I sure am, brother," he said, looking at Draco once more.
Draco raised one eyebrow before he gasping out loud. He didn't get time to defend himself as the twins attacked.
"NO!"
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Harry muttered a curse as he stared at his Potions homework. He and Ron had been stuck for two hours before Hermione had swept Ron away for some 'fun.' "What the heck is a swe… che… sfa… however it's pronounced!" he asked himself.
'HARRY!'
The black haired teen snapped the pen in his hand in two as he tensed at the sudden scream. He shocked Neville who sat beside him as he straightened his back suddenly. 'Draco?' he asked through their link. He knew that it had been Draco who had screamed his name because everyone else in the Gryffindor common room hadn't reacted to the scream. 'What's the matter?'
He could hear Draco huff on the other side of the link. 'I'll tell you what the bloody matter is! The demolition duo has kidnapped me! They're dragging me off somewhere and I'm only dressed in a towel! Help!' Draco sent back, sounding desperate.
Harry's mouth fell open. Fred and George had snatched his Draco? How dare they! Sure, he tolerated most of the twins' pranks and jokes, but this time they'd gone to far!
'Don't worry Draco, I'm coming.'
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"PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN YOU FILTHY GANGSTERS!" Draco snapped as he banged his fists against George's back. It was a miracle that no one had stopped them or noticed them as they had walked down the hall. Well, the twins had walked and Draco had been carried, slung over George's shoulder all the way.
Fred sighed at the blonde's snapping and cursing. At least he thought Draco snapped and cursed at them. He knew that Draco would start screaming as soon they left the shower room so he had cast a silence charm on the blond and stayed ahead of the group and made sure they wouldn't be seen.
George huffed as they reached the door that lead to Harry's secret room. Looking at his brother he frowned. "And now what? Do you have the password? I mean, I didn't drag him over here and almost have my back broken just for you to not know the password that will let us in" he said, flexing his now tired shoulder.
Fred smiled. "Relax, brother dear. I have the password. I just knew that interrogating Harry after that little potion accident would pay off," he said before saying the password. Waiting until his brother had gotten into the room, he closed the door before turning around to have a look around. "Nice," he whistled.
George nodded. "Isn't it? Too bad that he hasn't got a bed in here. Would have given us more room to test our new products," he said, dumping the now squirming blond on the couch that was in the middle of the room.
Draco gasped as he was dropped on the springy couch. Shaking his head, he tried to figure out what was going on and where the couch had come from. He looked up at George and Fred, who were now looming over him. He noticed for the first time that Fred had a backpack, and he was removing it without letting his eyes drift from Draco's almost nude form. "What the hell are you two staring at! You have no right to touch me or treat me like this! Just wait until Snape finds out!" he growled.
The twins looked at each other. "Should we give him his voice back? I mean, it won't be as much fun if we can't hear him," Fred said, reaching for his wand.
The other twin raised his shoulders. "Do whatever you please. As far as I know this room is sound proof. Besides, what we're going to do to him will hopefully leave no marks. Not permanent ones at least."
Draco's eyes went wide as he listened to the two. He didn't even acknowledge that his voice was returned to him. Leave marks? Okay, that did it, he was so out of here. "Let me leave this place at once! I demand that you release me!" he snapped and tried to push them away from him. He struggled as he was firmly pushed flat on his back on the couch.
"Nuh uh, Malfoy! You are in no position to give us orders! Now why don't you relax and let us do our stuff," Fred said as he started to line up different products on the small table.
George nodded. "You heard my brother, relax. Hopefully it won't hurt that much," he said and held Draco's hands above his head.
Draco swallowed. He could feel the heat from the two around him and it made him nauseous. Tears stared to flow down his cheeks as he shook his head, begging them to leave him alone. The towel was slipping away from his waist and threatened to fall to the floor.
"He doesn't have to worry about anything. For your own good you will not proceed with whatever you are doing."
The twins tensed and slowly turned around to face the door.
Harry wasn't amused. Not at all. He didn't scream at the sight that met him as he walked into the room but he sure wanted to. Frowning he gave the two a glare that warned them that if they didn't move that instant sparks would fly. "Get off him, George."
George and Fred quickly scrambled away from the blond. They stopped before the fuming black-haired teen and smiled. "Hi, Harry! How's it hanging?"
"…"
"Good then? Well we must be going. Our shop doesn't run itself!" they said, trying to leave the room. On their way out, Harry stopped them.
Harry looked at the two with stormy emerald eyes. "Before you leave, you might want to know what I did before coming here. I knew that you two were up to something, and I have warned you once before. If you ever did something that would upset me, I would owl your mother and tell her exactly what you are selling behind Dumbledore's back," he said, letting his arm drop.
The twins paled. "You haven't owled her yet, have you?" they asked at the same time.
Harry looked at them. The black locks of hair on his forehead parted to reveal the lightning scar, making him look even scarier then before. "Hedwig is holding the letter as we speak. You have…" he started before looking at his clock. "… Three minutes to get to the owlry before she leaves. GO!"
Fred and George almost tripped over each other as they tried to get out from the room at the same time. They both shouted curses and other things, such as, "stop the owl, or it's all over!"
Harry didn't bother to follow the duo. He closed the door and sealed it. His emerald eyes landed on his almost naked lover and he quickly rushed over there. "Draco! Are you okay? They didn't hurt you or anything, did they?" he asked, falling to his knees before Draco.
Draco had his eyes closed and an arm covered them. He shook his head softly, not removing the arm. "No they didn't hurt me. The only thing that was hurt was my dignity," he said, his voice sounding like a whisper.
Harry sighed in relief that Draco was all right. He reached out and placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. He could feel that Draco was affected by what had happened even though he didn't show it.
Draco sighed and reached up to hold Harry's hand. "What has happened to me? Before the whole curse thing I was respected by all, almost feared. No one would even consider a prank that involved me. Did the curse make me weaker? Did it make me pathetic?" he asked, sounding tired.
Harry shook his head. "You aren't any weaker then before, Draco. People still respect you but you've shut that fact out, and only see the opposite. Your father's betrayal changed your world, I guess…." he started to ramble when he heard Draco snort.
"Harry?"
"Yeah, Draco?"
Draco removed his arm and looked into the stormy emerald eyes. "Shut up and come here," he said, dragging the black-haired teen up onto the couch. "Show me that you respect me by activating the last symbols. Show me that you love me, Harry. Convince me that I'm still strong," he said between kisses.
Harry swallowed. He was unsure if Draco just wanted to prove to himself that he was still strong. But after a quick look through the blonde's mind he was convinced that Draco really wanted him. Kissing the blond he closed his eyes and let his senses take over.
Draco felt warm, warmer then he had ever been before. It was like a fever, yet it wasn't agonizing. He could feel Harry's hands all over him, and when the pain came it was quickly forgotten as the black-haired teen kissed him breathless.
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Narcissa watched the rainfall outside the window. She stroked the soft black and white feathers of the bird on her arm. "You must fly as fast as your wings can carry you, Skata. My sons are in danger and only you can warn them."
Skata lifted her head and looked out through the window. Ruffling her feathers she let out a soft sound before leaving into the rain.
Narcissa sighed and closed the window. "Draco, Harry…" she whispered.
"Narcissa?"
The dark haired woman turned around to face her husband. "Lucius. Are you looking for something?" she asked politely. Her voice carried no love for her husband.
The blond man stepped up to her side and gazed out through the rain. "Why are you up here?" he asked without looking at his wife.
"I sent our son a message, telling him that it's okay if he wants to stay at school during Christmas. He may want to spend time with his friends," she told Lucius.
Lucius shook his head. "Friends are pathetic. When our Lord is bound to Draco, he'll never be allowed to be with his friends again."
"Just like I was forced to?" Narcissa asked and looked at the blond man.
Lucius turned his steel grey eyes to his look down at his wife. "You will never speak to me like that again. You were given to me and you just have to accept that."
Narcissa could feel her temper rising. The man was slowly ticking her of. "Your Lord gave me to you in order to give you a son. ONE son that you are now giving to him! Lucius, you are the one that talks about how proud you are over your only heir, yet you have sentenced him to a lifetime of pain and suffering!"
Lucius turned around to face his wife. His eyes shone with anger. "You will shut up if you value your life! We may not be bound any longer, but I still own you! I own our son! I'm loyal to our Lord, and if he wants my son then so be it! If Draco dies I'll just get a new heir!" he said and turned around to leave. Before he opened the door he addressed his wife one last time. "Draco isn't allowed to stay at school during Christmas. The Lord wants to meet him. He wants to activate the spell on the last day of this year."
Narcissa didn't move one muscle as Lucius left. She looked at the window with a small smile. "I'm so sorry, Lucius… but nether you, nor your precious Lord, will ever see Draco again."
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Sorry for the long wait!
