A Most Unlikely Story – Part 4
Disclaimer: All names and places belong to J.K. Rowling and I am in no way receiving any money for this story. This is for the sole amusement of slash fans. This is rated NC-17 and as such should not be taken lightly. You have been warned. If I forgot to disclaim anything else, I am sorry. This is my first slash in writing.
Warning: Harry/Draco
A/N: Sorry this one's short, but the ending is right where I want it.
Author: tubazrcool
Draco broke the hug forcefully and wiped the streaks off his face, all the while telling himself Harry meant nothing to him, telling himself that this was what he had been doing all along. Luring Harry. But his heart refused to accept that. I love you, Harry . . . I always will. 'Guess again, Potter,' he smirked, speaking in the evil, calculating drawl he was used to.
Harry was floored by this revelation. He saw Draco holding both wands, his own hawthorn pointing at Harry, while the holly-and-phoenix-feather dangled loosely from the other hand. Just like the first time. His mind kept going over their encounters, searching for some sign or clue that would have been a warning sign. How could I have been so stupid! He was playing me all along! 'You're sick, Malfoy,' Harry said. He seduced me for the sole purpose of turning me into the Death Eaters . . . to Voldemort. Wandless. 'You're foul, and you need help. You've really reached a new low.' The pure hatred in his voice was the only thing he could think of doing so Malfoy couldn't tell how hurt he was at the betrayal. No, he thought, betrayal was too light a word. To put it better, Malfoy was fucking Judas Iscariot. So, what, that makes me Christ? No, that was just how far Malfoy would go to gain the upper hand. Unlike Judas, though, Malfoy would feel no remorse for his sins. And fuck me if Malfoy would hang himself for this. With that, Harry thought back to how wonderful it had actually felt with Malfoy in his arms or him in Malfoy's arms. He shook his head to clear it. (As everyone knows, these sort of thoughts all seem to ramble and jumble themselves into one giant thought, and all of it takes place in split seconds.) 'So, it was just a trap the entire time, wasn't it?'
It hurt Draco more than he could ever say to smirk cruelly and give a brief nod. 'Of course, Potter! What?! You actually thought I had feelings for you. You should have listened to yourself that first day, Potter. Like you told the Weasel, it was just physical. Hormones and whatnot . . . casual sex . . . bodies being stimulated. It was nothing, Potter. Nothing real, just what I needed to do for you to think I actually cared. A trap!' Behind his façade of hatred, Draco knew that his words were hurting Harry. He kept his mask of cruelty up, even though he wanted nothing more than to just make love to the man standing in front of him.
'When are your comrades coming to get me, then?'
'As soon as I call them, actually. You know, Potter, for what it's worth, you were almost a decent shag.' More than decent. He let his thoughts fade into the passionate moments they had shared. He mentally shook himself. Get a grip! It took all of Draco's resolve to keep his outer image, to not break down.
Malfoy's words stung Harry to his core. Malfoy turned and moved toward the cabinet and started muttering in a hurried voice, his wand still pointing at Harry. Harry then realised where he had seen the cabinet. He had been twelve, in a shop he never wanted to enter again. He was only there because he had come out of the wrong grate when he used the Floo network for the first time. He thought that it was somewhat ironic that he had once hid in that cabinet from Malfoy. Then a question entered his mind. How had Draco managed to get the cabinet in the castle, surely Filch would have detected and confiscated it? Unless there were two! Harry hated being duped like this and fought to gain the upper hand somehow. And if he couldn't, then he would settle for just making Malfoy squirm. As Malfoy pocketed Harry's wand, and walked over, pulling Harry roughly up by the scruff of his neck, Harry desperately racked his brain for something to throw him off guard. 'Are you sure smuggling me into Borgin & Burkes is the answer, Malfoy?'
What? How had he known where the other cabinet was? Draco flicked his wand toward Harry, causing the Gryffindor's arms to snap to his sides. Giving the outward impression that Harry's words had no effect, Draco kept dragging Harry toward the cabinet.
Harry realised then that he was seriously in trouble. If Malfoy didn't care that Harry knew where he was going then it wasn't of that much importance. Malfoy threw open the double wooden doors of the cabinet, shoving Harry into its depths. As Harry stumbled blindly through to the other side, his eyes grew wide, and he reflexively shrunk back from the cold demeanour of Lucius Malfoy.