Keep your Enemies Close: Part I
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. I do not claim to. No copyright infringement intended.
Summary: Harry and Draco are thrown into the future one day when they make a mistake in Potions class. They learn as time progress's that they cannot get home unless they figure out what the most important part of their future is. What happens when they realize exactly what that is?
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Made-up, Fred/George
Warning(s): Slash, Graphic, Language, Cliche, Love/Hate
Chapter four:
Harry woke up in a daze. Draco had moved away from Harry in the night so he was now alone on the couch. The Slytherin was curled up on the floor, his eyes wide open.
"Lets get out of here. I don't want to talk to anyone," He whispered and sat up, stretching his legs out in front of himself.
Harry nodded and looked around at the trashed room full of sleeping people. His blood was pounding in his ears like the beat of a drum. He could hardly manage to stand. He sighed and grabbed their coats from the pile and together, they walked home.
"I took a few weeks off work, so we can figure this out." Draco said from the bathroom.
"Yeah, so did I" Harry replied, studying himself in the mirror.
Draco's cold attitude confused Harry, he had thought they were becoming friends.
"We've got a party to go to again in twenty minutes, y'know?" Draco walked out with a towel tied around his waist. He was using another to dry his shaggy hair.
Harry's eyes instantly fell on Draco's hard chest.
"Potter?"
"Yeah, sorry...uh--Ron's birthday. I know..." He spluttered.
"I bought him some wine but I figure you know him better than I do. So we'll have to pick up something else on our way."
"Alright," Harry agreed combing his shaggy hair from his face.
" Come on then, if we want to catch a cab" Harry said standing up and pulling on his coat.
"Long time no see, Harry" Ron smiled and took Harry into a hug as they arrived.
"Happy birthday mate" He smiled warmly, and accepted his embrace.
Draco was being bitter again, but tailing Harry like a lost puppy. To avoid a fight Harry talked to Hermione for awhile. Draco had plastered a smirk on his face as he listened to Hermione go on about her novel.
Draco was so confused. Last night, he had felt good. He had felt like for once in his life everything was going to be okay and no one could hurt him. He had felt loved and accepted by Gryffindors and his own worst enemy. He had a small yearning for Harry that grew every time he touched him. Even just brushing up against him seemed to excite him. He really couldn't understand any of it.
"Draco?" Harry said suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.
"Yeah?"
"I am going out for a bit , alright?"
" What for?"
"Forgot the gift" He whispered.
"Oh. alright. Can I go with you?" He asked. Harry wanted to say no but the look of sincerity on the blonds face changed his mind. He forced a smile and nodded, slipping his hand into the others and tugging him over to the door.
In the mall Harry found many odd trinkets but, nothing he thought Ron would really like. He didn't know the older Ron but, he did know the old Ron well enough. Draco was patient holding bags for Harry as he examined every little thing he found. He was used to going to places like the mall with his aunt and uncle but he had never been allowed to touch or buy anything. It was sort of exciting.
"Well we've got like six bags of things here. I'm sure he'll be fine with it," Draco said with a hint of annoyance.
"Alright, well I have to use the loo, meet me downstairs when you're done paying" He smiled benevolently.
Draco dropped the item on the counter and waited for the total. He eyed the clerk with slight interest before he heard the ding of the door, breaking his train of thought. Finally, with all his change and bags Draco sat on a bench down in the lobby and waited for Harry.
He checked the clock again.
He should have been here at least 15 minutes ago
He set the bags down and walked into the restrooms. Harry's coat lay on the floor, his wallet empty on the ground.
"Shit!" Draco mumbled running out of the bathroom and outside of the mall. He started running calling out Harry's name over and over again.
"Come on!" He passed by the coffee shop he had met Bella and Rae at and decided he was too far away. He ran back toward the mall. About to give up, his eyes fell on a dark deserted alleyway.
"What dumb asses! This has got to be the most unoriginal spot..." Draco muttered kicking trash cans out of his way.
"Come on! Jesus, Harry if you're fucking with me, I am going to beat your ass!"
"Don't worry, he's not fucking with you" a snarling voice hissed.
"Fuck" Draco ran towards the noise and saw a scene he was not ready for. Harry's hands were tied together by his shoe lace, his head was dripping blood and his glasses were broken in half completely. Fresh cuts and bruises showed between his sweat drenched hair.
"What in the fuck are you doing?" Draco nearly roared. The man holding Harry, laughed. He was rather thin and had a few very large men standing by him.
Oh god, that must be what I looked like to Harry. He thought, panic rising in his chest.
The two men acted as Crabbe and Goyle in his mind. One of the men nodded and wrapped his huge arm around Draco restraining him.
"Now watch us play with your little friend" They tore off Harry's clothes. Harry tried to struggle but he was hit very hard across the face. Then whipped in the back. Malfoy winced and held tears back. Harry's face was pushed into the dirt by the snake-like man.
"Come on now, we know you're a dirty boy" The snake-like one said, cackling.
"Let go of him!" Malfoy yelled hoarsely. The mans fat hand was cupped over his mouth. The snake began beating Harry. Bashing him several times in the face. Then whipping him on the back with a leather strip. Malfoy's face turned red and tears gushed over his cheeks. He kneed the man behind him and punched him very hard in the face. Surprised, the man still managed to punch back, straight into Malfoy's stomach. Malfoy coughed and tried to hold himself together, for Harry. Draco pulled out his wand and muttered some curses, then a charm. He was positive these were just some nasty muggles. Draco turned back around to face the snake like one.
He was fumbling with his belt trying to unhook it.
"You are a sick bastard!" Draco hissed pushing the man in to a wall. Now that he was older he had a lot more strength. He began to beat the man senseless, his punches completely random.
"Don't you ever fucking touch him again..." He breathed out as the last man crawled away. Draco's hands were pushed against the wall and his was breathing very heavily. Harry lay in the dirt, panting. Draco sunk to the ground and wiped tears from his face. He really didn't care at the moment, he unhooked Harry's arms and legs and threw his coat around his shoulders. They stared at each other Draco's stone gray eyes boring into Harry. Harry had a pained look on his face. Draco, a glare. Potter's eyes were a gorgeous shade of green. They held a confused pained look. Suddenly, Draco pushed his nose to Harry's and controlled his breathing, warm puffs of air hitting Harry's cheek and, lower neck.
"Thanks..." Harry finally said, trying to hide the chill he was getting from being so close to Draco. Draco's shoulders shook, he was holding in one of the strongest emotions. It was so over whelming. He tried to hold back even more tears but eventually let them fall and land into Harry's lap. Harry didn't move, afraid of Draco's reaction.
"Fuck you" Draco said to Harry more than at him. Draco wiped blood from Harry's face with his coat and, pushed his hair back so he could see all of his face.
"Lets get back to the party...Ron will be worried..."
Draco smiled at Harry, "Oh yeah and he'll be awful if he sees you like this"
"I cant miss his birthday..." Harry whispered.
"Lets go home. I'll tell him you fell ill and we'll host a party at our house in a few days" Harry nodded trying to stand up but falling over to Draco. Draco stood and let Harry lean against him.
Harry was looking up at Draco from the couch. An ice pack rested on his knee and a wet cloth dripped from the bucket beside him.
"What?" Draco looked at Harry provoked.
"Nothing" He grinned.
"You are so bloody weird..." Draco shook his head.
"Lets go to bed" Harry said.
"It's your night for couch but the bed would be better for your wounds...take it..." Draco said almost arguing with himself.
"No it's your turn, I'll be fine"
"No you wont"
"I will so I'm not a baby Draco"
"I beg to differ" He snapped back.
"How about we both share the bed, you stay on your own god damn side"
" Why wouldn't I?" Draco snarled.
Draco had begun to tug his shirt over his head when he realized Harry would need some help to bed. He sighed and walked over to him, slinging Harry's arm around his shoulders. They moved towards their bedroom, Harry resting against his side. Once they got inside Draco let go but Harry continued towards the bathroom.
"Where are you going?"
"The loo...where else, mum?" Harry grinned.
"Last time you said that, you went everywhere but the lavatory"
Harry laughed, "Yeah, well I never said you had to follow me."
Draco's cheeks turned red and he quickly ducked away. Harry grinned thinking about how cute he was when embarrassed.
Harry continued to head to the bathroom against Malfoy's concerns.
Turning out the light, Harry pulled the covers over his shoulders.
"Night Potter," Draco said, a smile in his voice.
"Night Malfoy," Harry laughed.
Draco tried to fall asleep but inside his head a war was going on.
You only feel that way because you are pretending so often...
Or I really could be a queer.
No no no...I am straight. I am. I honestly am very straight. I like girls. I like...girls.
He tried to picture himself with other girls, the way he had been with Harry today.
I am too selfish to save anyone's else's life...and, I have never done a thing like that for a girl. Come to think of it, I would have never done that for any other guy either...
Oh god, gross!
Draco shuddered and tried to get the image of he and Harry together out of his head.
I'm just tired and, he's my rival...if he had gotten hurt I would have no one else to hate...that's got to be it...
With that he rolled over and shoved the pillow over his head. Repeating: I like girls...I like girls...I like girls... Over and over again.
