Summary: When Harry wakes up one morning chained to a bed next to an old enemy, what is he to do? Leather. Handcuffs. Snogging. Payback. Wild Costume Party. And a mysterious gift. HP/DM slash.

Warning: This is Slash, which means boy on boy action, if you don't like it, don't read it. Also, it is rated for language.

Ships: D/H, G/Dean, Luna/Neville

Era: During Harry Potter Years, shortly after Harry's 7th year, and still during the war.

Disclaimer: I only own the plot bunny and any characters you do not recognize.

Author's Message:

Thank you to everyone who read and enjoyed and reviewed, and now, some personalized messages:

Laura- Well, thank you. And I hope you enjoy this chapter.

…- Lol, okay, I shall write more. I will probably write the most over October break which is in two weeks.

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Fourth-Face-of-the-Goddess- Mostly Ginny still wants Harry and she doesn't want Dean – I hope that clears things up.

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Chapter Four

There was a hush of murmurs coming from Draco Malfoy's doorway, and Severus Snape walked towards it. If Draco had done his job correctly then the Potter boy should be in his room at this very moment. He didn't think he was capable of succeeding in this simple mission, but he believed he was about to be proved wrong.

"I just want you to get to know me," came Draco's pleading voice.

Snape frowned and entered the room, and was completely startled and horrified to see Draco Malfoy in just a black cloak. Draco was known to pounce about the house in a lot less, but as his eyes turned to Harry, he realized the scene in which he had walked into was a lot more disturbing then he had anticipated.

He knew Draco had always had a strange twisted obsession with Potter, but to go so far as to...had it been consenting or rape? Snape's face fell in disgust and decided that he had no reason to know this answer. Draco was a Malfoy and they tended to get what they wanted. The Malfoy's were the only reason he was here, because Narcissa had asked him to be.

"Nice of you to join us, Potter," Snape growled. He was having a hard time looking at the boy chained to the wall. It was so simply fowl and inhuman.

Harry shot him a look of loathing and hatred, and he received a similar look from Draco.

"Snape," Harry snapped.

The boy was in his boxers...imagine the revolted face of Narcissa Malfoy is she caught her son in this situation. That couldn't happen, because Draco was a key asset to winning the war, and he certainly couldn't be that if his mother had decapitated him.

"Bring him downstairs, and put some clothes on him for Merlin's sake or your mother will have a heart attack."

"Yes, sir," Draco grumbled.

How he had ever thought of Draco as a decent student was beyond him, it was clear that he couldn't learn even the simplest things as proper educate in human behavior. If Draco somehow got wrapped up in this boy, in his beliefs, everything would go to hell. He couldn't allow him to jeopardize what they had worked so hard to achieve.

"You better watch where your loyalties lay, Draco. You might just find yourself on the wrong side one of these days, and I might just have to execute the punishments the Dark Lord has requested of me."

"I'll keep that in mind."

Snape left silently, wishing he was anywhere else. Working for the Malfoy's had never been his ideal job, but it was keeping him safe and out of Azkaban, and that was all he could ask for, for now.

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Breakfast at the Malfoy Manor was nothing like Harry had experienced before. He had eaten in his room, free to be how he wanted; he had eaten at the castle and with the Weasley's as others stuffed their faces with food along with him. But he had never eaten in such a formal way before.

"Put your napkin on your lap," Draco hissed.

"I was getting there." Harry quickly set his napkin on his lap, and stared at the empty plate in front of him.

Harry was in Draco's tightly fitted clothing, a black button up silk shirt, and thin straight black pants.

Narcissa Malfoy had taken a seat at the head of the table, and had not given him a second glance since she had sat down. Snape was sitting to her right, and Draco to her left. Harry was next to Snape, now chained to the chair, and the chair had been bolted to the ground.

There were a series of silverware set out before him, four forks, two spoons and a knife. He looked at them incredulously, wondering why one would need so many utensils for a meal.

A clock on the wall struck seven, and on its last chime, a piece of fruit Harry couldn't identify appeared on his plate. He looked over to Draco picking up a smaller spoon, and Harry found himself lacking in appetite.

"Eat," Draco ordered him from across the table.

"I'm not hungry," Harry said, looking down at his plate.

Harry felt a large jab of pain as Malfoy kicked him in the shin.

"Ouch!" Harry glared at him, but he just raised an eye, and lifted up his spoon, indicating Harry had to pick it up.

Harry reluctantly picked up his spoon and was suddenly aware of the awkward silence that was around the table. Snape's cruel eyes were narrowed at him, and Narcissa still wouldn't glance his way. He had never felt more uncomfortable in his life, and his wrist was starting to ache from the handcuffs.

He looked over cautiously at the greasy-haired potions master, and without warning, a flood of angry thoughts entered his mind. They were jumbled together which made them incoherent, but Harry could still make out of underlining tone of hatred and loathing. Snape didn't want to be here, Snape hated him, he hated Draco as well...That was really bizarre.

Harry quickly looked away in case he accidentally sent a stray thought to Snape. He really wanted to know why this kept happening. He had never been able to read people's thoughts before, not even after everything that had happened on his 17th birthday, he shuddered at the memories and quickly pushed them to the back of his mind.

He took the first bite of the strange fruit, and the sweetness overtook him, it was amazing. Harry heard a muffle of constrained laughs aimed his way, and he looked up to see Draco pretending to cough behind his napkin. Narcissa's eyes flashed to her son.

Then Narcissa spoke for the first time, to Draco, not Harry. "Your cousin has requested a visit, Draco."

Draco stopped coughing and moved his napkin down. "Which one?"

"Marina," Narcissa answered, her cool light blue eyes watching her son closely. "She seems to think that it is of dire importance that you come in contact with her."

"Of course," he replied respectfully. "I will leave this evening then."

"And when you return we'll continue our discussion about your place here," Narcissa said calmly.

"Yes, mother," Draco said.

Draco seemed honest and respectful, but as Harry turned to him, he could sense how much the boy didn't want to talk about it, about how he was sending inner death glares towards his mother.

"What about, Potter?" Snape growled. "I'm not babysitting him for you, Mr. Malfoy," he said Draco's name harshly.

"I'll take him with me," the boy replied.

Harry didn't say anything, knowing that Draco would kick him again if he protested or made a scene in front of his mother.

Harry took another bite of the sweet fruit and savored it.

"Severus, could you please go tell one of the house elves to get my dress ready for tonight?"

Severus nodded and quickly left the table.

"What's tonight?" Draco asked.

"A dinner party with the Nott's," Narcissa said. "It's a shame you'll have to miss it; it will be quite a lovely dinner."

"That is a shame," Draco agreed.

It was amazing to Harry how simply arrogant and fake these two seemed as they talked. He wondered if either of them really meant anything they said, or if everything had just come down to simple pleasantries that passed the day by.

"I must make a few phone calls, Draco, enjoy the rest of your breakfast," Narcissa said. She began to stand and then paused to look at her son. "You have done well, Draco. I am proud of you."

Her son stared at her in almost disbelief, but he quickly caught himself. "Thank you, mother."

Narcissa's eyes turned to Harry, and Harry could read the pure fiery hatred that she held for him. It was beyond anything Harry had experienced from Snape, or anyone, this was pure unabashed animosity.

"Welcome to my home, Mr. Potter," she said each word as if cursing him.

She left silently and Harry turned to Draco.

"Your family is psychotic, Malfoy."

Draco grinned. "You haven't even met half of them."

"Where are you dragging me to now?" Harry asked, hating him.

"It's a little village up in the mountains," Draco said. "We'll be able to Apparate to the base of the mountain, but after that we have to do some climbing."

"Why can't you just let me go?" Harry asked desperately.

"Because, even if I wanted to let you go, you'd tell the authorities about my where abouts, and I can't go to Azkaban."

Harry knew this was true, the moment he got free from here, he was getting Malfoy to prison with his father, like he deserved.

"You can't keep me chained forever, Malfoy," Harry growled.

Draco laughed at him, and then picked up his drink in a toast. "But here's to trying."

Harry narrowed his eyes as watched him take a gulp and wipe his mouth with his napkin.

"You done eating?" Malfoy smirked. Harry could tell he was mocking him for being so out of the aristocratic world.

"Yes," Harry nodded, placing his spoon down.

"Great, then let's take off then, shall we."

He couldn't believe he had gotten himself into this situation, and now there was nothing he could do. He was forced to follow Draco Malfoy around like a little puppy, just like the former Slytherin wanted.

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The two boys appeared at the base of a very large mountain. Draco turned to make sure Harry was still with him.

"You first," Draco said, and Harry was forced by magic to move to the front.

"But I don't know where I'm going!"

"Just walk, I'll direct you," Draco said.

Harry sighed frustrated but started to walk. He grinned happily to himself, he had Harry at his disposal, he could make the boy do anything he wanted. But what he really wanted was something he couldn't have, he couldn't really have Harry to himself. Because if he did, he would forget about everything he was supposed to believe in, and he'd only believe in Harry.

"Am I heading the right way?" Harry called to him, brining him back to reality.

"Yea, just keep going straight," Draco answered.

"Now there's a wonderful notion..." Harry whispered under his breath, but Draco heard him clearly.

"What was that, Potter?" Draco said slyly.

'You heard me.'

"Nothing," Harry replied.

Draco grinned, Potter would soon learn to at least like him. He had to get him to like him, if not love him.

"Is your cousin a Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"What else would she be?"

"She could be from your mum's side," Harry said hotly. "I dunno."

"No, she's from my dad's side, uncle's daughter."

Marina and him had never really been truly close, but they had grown up together, and they both knew a lot of each others secrets, mostly because they had both lived them together. But why Marina was calling on him now, he couldn't even begin to guess.

The two cousin's fought often, and tried to make each other's lives as miserable as possible, constantly playing tricks on each other. Maybe that's what she was doing now, pulling a prank on him.

"How much longer?" Harry's voice panted.

"Not much, turn right up here."

Harry complied and they found themselves in a small community. There were houses made of wood and everything looked rich and sophisticated but in a scaled down manner.

"Also, I should mention, she's part Veela," Draco said, pointing out a larger house in front of them.

"Veela?" Harry paused. "Are you part Veela?"

"I'm sure I have Veela in me somewhere," Draco said, shrugging. "Malfoy's have to be pretty, and that's one way to assure it. But my cousin gets her Veela side from her mum."

"Oh," Harry paused.

"Just don't piss her off," Draco said.

Draco made Harry knock on the door, and instead of the door answering, they heard a call from the back of the house.

"Come around back, Draco," a girl's light voice told them.

They went, and they found themselves in a large garden, surrounded by three girls, all looking similar, and smiling almost evilly.

"Draco!" Marina said, throwing her arms around him.

"Marina," Draco said. "And sisters..." He nodded to them. "What are you all doing here?"

"They were just here for a visit. I'm glad you responded so quickly. Who is this lovely creature?"

Marina's eyes turned to Harry, looking him over like a tiger ready to pounce. Draco felt a flair of jealousy spark, especially because Harry couldn't seem to tare his eyes off of Marina.

"This is nobody," Draco said, pushing Harry behind him, and Harry was too caught up to protest.

Marina turned to him in almost surprise. "Excuse me, but he's in my house, I'd like to know who he is."

"He's that guy, The-One-Who-Lived," one of the sisters spoke.

Harry nodded.

"I'm Carrie, this is Meghan and that is Marina," the girl who identified him said, smiling.

"Leave him alone," Draco said, stepping in front of Harry again, before they could pull him into hugs or some such strange thing.

"Why, pray tell, Draco, is he handcuffed?" Marina asked, her eyes laughing at him.

"None of your business."

"Those are them, aren't they! The handcuff's your father gave you that day you became initiated!" Marina said, awing him. "You said you'd never use them."

"I lied," Draco growled. "Circumstances change."

"Stop being so stuck up, Draco," Meghan said softly. "Let us talk to him."

"No," Draco said furiously. "Now what do you want to talk to me about, Marina?"

"I wanted to talk to you about this," Marina said, holding up a small package wrapped in grown paper and tied with a large red ribbon.

"What is it?" Draco asked.

"It's a gift, from me to you."

"...Alright..." Draco frowned. "Why?"

"I need you to do me a favor."

"What's that?"

"I need you to introduce me to Halloween," Marina answered coyly.

"Why?"

"I need to talk with him," Marina said. "I want you to invite me to your party, and you'll get this gift the night of Halloween."

"Fine," Draco shrugged. "I see no harm in that."

"I knew I could count on you." She smiled broadly. "Now tell me Draco, when did you know you were such a poof?"

Draco froze; she was always reading him, always knowing things about him that he didn't want her to know.

"Poof?" Carrie's asked in surprise. "Oh, I get it."

"Shut up, all of you," Draco hissed. "We're leaving. Move, Harry!"

Harry's eyes were glued onto Marina, and Draco grabbed his robes and turned him around.

"Hey!" Harry protested.

He pushed Harry to keep moving, suddenly he found himself feeling a sharp pain in the back of his head, he fell to the ground, and Harry followed suit. Everything went black and he went unconscious.

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This was the second time Harry had woken up feeling like shit, and the situation turned out to be equally, if not worse then the last time. Instead of being chained to a bed, he found his hand chained to Draco Malfoy's. The other boy was awake and in one of the oddest outfits, he had ever seen Malfoy wear. It was leather pants and no shirt. Harry looked at himself and gasped in horror to see he was in the same predicament.

"I quite agree," Draco answered his surprised gasp.

"What's going on?" Harry asked, attempting to move.

"That's a BLOODY GOOD QUESTION," Draco shouted to someone who wasn't seen.

Harry looked around at his surroundings; they were in the entrance of a cave, against a back wall.

"WHEN I GET OUT OF HERE, YOU'RE BEYOND DEAD, MARINA!" Draco shouted at the cave's entrance.

Harry heard the three giggling girls, and they came into view the sun making their skin glow.

"I'd think you would like this, Draco," Marina cooed. "Being chained to your lover and all."

"He's not my lover," Harry protested in disgust.

"Oh feisty," Carrie laughed.

"Let us go!" Harry demanded.

"Seriously, Marina, what is this accomplishing?" Draco asked.

"I just want to have a little fun. I mean, it's been far too long since we played out little games."

"We were children," Draco spat at her. "Maybe you should grow up."

Harry heard Draco let out a murmur of curse words.

"What?" Harry asked.

"I don't know how to get these chains off the both of us," Draco grimaced. "I can only wield the cuffs that aren't connected to human skin."

"You've got to be kidding me!"

'I'm not,' Draco's thought shot through Harry's brain.

"It's the cuff's, Draco," Harry said. They were the reason he could read everyone's mind, and send thoughts. And now Harry could read Draco's thoughts perfectly. He was pissed and inanely worried that Harry would attempt to get away, but hoped he still had the power over the both of them.

'We'll see about that,' Harry told him in his mind.

"Bloody hell!" Draco groaned. "Marina, I think you've caused enough damage for one day, just let us go back home."

Marina consulted her sisters, and then smiled. "Fine, fine. But remember, you want the gift, you send me an invitation to your party."

Marina removed the spell that stopped them from moving, and the two stood up.

"You want your bloody invitation you better tell me what the hell is in the goddamn box now!"

"I can't tell you, it'll ruin the magic," Marina said. "But believe me; it's very well worth it, even after what I've done to you."

"You have no idea what you've done."

'You could have just ruined everything that I have worked on!'

The two boys left the cave, both with the clear thought of overpowering the other.

'You're not going to get away with this Malfoy.'

'I already am, Harry.'

'Potter! And I'm not letting you take me back to your bloody house.'

'Oh yes you will. You bloody well will! I can't lose this!'

The two were far enough away from the three Veela girls to be safe that they wouldn't try and stop them from what they both where planning to do. There was a moment when they both stopped walking, and then they sprang into action.

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A/N:

R&R! Hope you enjoyed, that was fun to write. Will update sometime in the future, lol, hopefully sooner then later.