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Chapter Two

Draco followed Harry down the corridors adopting the other teen's easy, unhurried pace. Everyone would be waiting on them to eat but Harry didn't bother hurrying. He knew that they would not start without him. Meanwhile, Draco was rather enjoying the view from the back. Harry had certainly changed in his time away from Hogwarts. He was a sensual, seductive young man. He was gorgeous and knew how to use it. He had attracted the eye of nearly every person in the Inner Circle. Including, Draco grudgingly admitted, not only his father, but his godfather as well. Poor Severus never had a chance, he thought shaking his head.

"What are you thinking, pretty?" Came the voice from in front of him as Harry tossed him a sly grin.

He knew that he had been staring at his arse. Damn. Draco fought the sigh that threatened to emerge from his throat.

"You are just…" He seemed to struggle with the right words so as not to insult the teen, "You seem to have captivated everyone. Including our Lord."

Harry chuckled, turning to face him so he was sashaying backwards down the hallway, seemingly with eyes in the back of his head. He had heard that about Potter. That one reason he was so effective on the battlefield was because he had a constant 360 degree awareness around him. He literally DID have eyes in the back of his head. Draco had heard their Lord say that it was because Harry had bound five of his most agreeable victims to himself. It was a sort of backwards Horcrux. The five had been the worst serial killers and homicidal maniacs to come through the Wizarding World, but they were all brilliant strategists and geniuses in their own twisted right. That was why he had chosen their souls to steal. Draco wondered just how deep the connection went because every so often, he would see Harry snigger or smile at something when no one was watching as if he could hear them speaking.

"Including you, little Draco?"

Draco reeled, stopping in the center of the hallway. Harry's smile grew teasing.

"Ohhh, Draco. You like me." He crooned as Draco's neck grew warm.

The blond glared. He would not become some infatuated twit. It was utterly preposterous! Ridiculous!

"Shut it, Potter!" He growled, unable to turn in his anger and embarrassment.

"You think I'm sexy, Draco. Wow. Draco Malfoy, of all people. I never did expect it from you. You're so uptight and all. But Draco Malfoy want to take me against a wall."

He knew that Potter was just teasing him. He knew that it was working. He also knew that the bastard was trying to get a rise out of him. He was just so used to turning his embarrassment or discomfort into anger that it came as naturally as breathing now.



"Well, at least I don't spread my legs for anyone that comes by! At least I have standards! I don't have to be lascivious just to get people's attention!" He yelled but as soon as the words came out, he wished he could take them all back and clapped his hands over his mouth.

Oh. Bugger. He had really fucked it up this time. Not only was this his Lord's favorite he had so disrespected, it was the Puppet Master. He was going to die. Not only that but he had such…awful things. Harry's good mood had been swallowed by his emotionless mask that he wore on the battlefield. He had withdrawn into himself and Draco though that he could hear tiny, almost unnoticeable whispers in the air. Potter looked at him for only half a second longer before swooping out of sight down the corridor. Did he dare follow? Did he dare face that tangible, infamous coldness. He took the path to the dining room as one condemned. A man sentenced to the rest of his life. He got to the Dining Room just in time to see Harry stop in front of Voldemort who looked rather tense at the boy's sudden mood.

Harry walked into the room, barely containing his fury. How dare he!! Draco had pretty much outright called him a whore to his face! Everyone's heads shot up so quickly when he came in that he was surprise dthey didn't get whip lash. He stopped immediately in front of Tom.

"I'm going out." He said coldly, the dishes on the table rattling menacingly.

"But why? Didn't you just go out last-" Tom tried to say but he was cut off by the explosion of twenty glass goblets around the table.

"I'M GOING OUT!!" Harry yelled, his enraged voice echoing from around the expansive room.

Before anyone knew what had happened, he had stormed from the room in a barrage of parsletongue curses. But beneath his rage, Tom could, interestingly enough, feel that Harry was…upset by something. Had his newest project failed? Surely not. So what had inspired this rage and discontent? That was when he saw a pasty white, almost green Draco lurking in the doorway. Tom's eyes narrowed and he crooked a finger at the boy.

"Draco. Come here."

Tom wanted to go to his second in command quickly and see what had happened to anger and upset him so but he knew that he had to see to Draco's confession first. So reluctantly, he sent Severus to find his wayward puppeteer. He resented anyone trying to seek Harry's attentions. It was jealousy really. He didn't like competition. And he knew that Severus had definitely caught Harry's eye and vice versa. He could only hope that their previous dislike of one another would keep them from each others arms.

"Now, Mr.Malfoy, I would like to know exactly what happened between you and Harry."



Severus growled low in his throat. Why in bloody blazes did Potter have to go off and traipse through this wilderness? On the outskirts of the Manor proper, there was an abandoned courtyard with what remained of an ancient library within it. It had been virtually swallowed by wilderness however some years ago and it was into this place that he had seen Harry flee. Why he would chose this place was beyond the potion's master's comprehension though. He navigated his way through just enough of the weeds to see Harry sitting against the wall, fingering his miniature puppet. It was a female puppet in a soft lacey dress with a blade in hand.

"What is it, Severus?" The emerald eyed hellion asked, his rage seemingly gone for the moment but the man knew better than to assume that.

"I just want to know what happened up there, Harry. That's all. I'm not here to make you come back."

Harry smirked slightly but it didn't hold any of his usual cheer, malicious or otherwise.

"Have a seat Severus. Anywhere is fine."

The man did as directed and found himself on a fallen tree not far away. He looked at the boy that had so captivated his attentions for the past month. He was an Incubus in captivity. A nymph trapped out of their element. He was sarcastic and bitter but passionate and consuming. A truly remarkable creature and Severus had every intention of finding out exactly what set him off.

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