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.

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Here is part two of two. Hope you enjoy. Thank you for reading and reviewing.

I'm a misfit – Thank you.

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Chapter Seven PART Two

Draco was pulling out costumes of all shapes and sizes. There were realistic werewolf masks, and fake vampire teeth that were actually very sharp.

"What kind of party are you having?" Harry asked.

He grinned at Harry. "It's a Halloween party," he answered. "And the guest of honour...is Halloween himself."

When Harry didn't drop his jaw in amazement he knew that the boy had no idea what this meant.

"You've never heard of Halloween?" he asked.

"I've heard of the holiday," Harry answered. "But there's an actual person?"

"Just as there is a Christmas and Valentine and Easter," he said. "They're highly respected elders; they never come to Earth except on special occasions and their one special day. This year, we're hosting Halloween's party at the Malfoy Manor."

"That's interesting," Harry said, not sounding as impressed as Draco felt he should.

"It's a very huge honour," he drawled. "Now, you're going to help me make costumes."

"I don't know how to sew," Harry muttered.

He chuckled. "You don't have to. Mostly you're just going to categorize what we already have. I'll be making the costumes. What do you want to be?"

"When is this?" Harry asked ignoring his question.

"In a few days on Halloween you nit," he said coolly. "Now, what do you want to be?"

"I don't care," Harry hissed.

"You sure?" he asked, hoping Harry's stubbornness would hold through.

"I'm sure, Malfoy."

A sly smile slid across his lips. "Great, then you'll just wear whatever I make you."

"What? No, I'll be a-"

"Too late, Harry. You already told me you don't care," he smirked.

Harry tried to protest, but it didn't help his case. He was going to get Harry to wear whatever he wanted.

"Now get to sorting," he told him, and then began to work on his cousin's costume."

They were working for an hour in silence, but all the while, he could tell Harry was reading him. Therefore, he tried his best to keep his mind blank, only thinking of the party and the costumes. Occasionally his thoughts wondered to his father, but that didn't really matter either.

"What's your father going to do when he sees us?" Harry asked.

"I don't really want to think about it," he drawled, shuddering.

"Your mom's reaction wasn't so bad," Harry said.

"My mom was out of her mind when she saw us. She just chose to ignore it until my father and her consult each other."

He made yet another costume, and he was beginning to remark upon his speed for this mundane task. The magic seemed to have tripled and he knew the cause of this was the handcuffs.

The door to his room opened, and Severus Snape was staring down at them, a potion in hand.

"Potter!" he barked. "Drink this."

"Take it," Draco insisted when Harry didn't move.

Harry grabbed the vial, but didn't drink it.

"It should get the cuffs off of you, Potter," Snape growled. "How is it coming along?" he asked Draco.

"Almost done," he said. "What sort of costume do you want Snape?"

"I'm not going," Snape remarked. "Come find me when you're done." He left out the door with a swish of his cloak.

He turned his eyes to Harry who was eyeing the potion suspiciously.

'If it'll help get these cuff's off..." Harry trailed off his thoughts. He took back his head and downed the liquid.

"You know," he said when Harry had swallowed it all. "That if Snape couldn't find a potion to get the potions off, he probably just poisoned you," his voice was steady. "Because if the chains haven't taken too much of a hold on me, then he can kill you and not hurt me too bad."

"What?" Harry looked mortified. "Are you saying he just..."

"I dunno what he just did," he said shrugging.

"You're a liar," Harry spat. "You wouldn't be this calm if he just poisoned me."

"And why's that, Harry?"

"Because you don't want me dead."

Draco almost growled at this, knowing it was the truth. However, he kept his composer soft. "Think what you like."

"Oh Merlin! Did he really poison me?" Harry asked terrified.

Draco didn't respond and continued to make the costumes, feeling Harry's frightful eyes upon him.

"Look, I'm sure you're-" he started.

Harry collapsed sideways into a pile of clothes, shaking like mad.

"Harry?" he shouted. "Are you okay?" He pulled the boy up, and yet he was still shivering and turning ice cold. "Oh Gods! Harry, it's going to be okay."

He knew what he had to do. He stood up, taking Harry carefully.

"M-M-alfoy?" Harry stuttered.

"Come on."

Draco led Harry through the castle and straight to Snape. He threw open the door, to find Snape looking at them.

"Give me the cure now!" Draco shouted. "You're killing him!"

Snape's eyes were wide, as if he hadn't expected to see the sight of them.

He suddenly felt his own body going icy cold. He was losing feeling in his legs.

"You're killing me!" he screamed.

Snape quickly stood up and rushed to them.

"Lay down, lay down the both of you!" Snape said with an amount of concern Draco had never heard the likes of before.

"W-what did you do?" Draco hissed.

Snape conjured a couch. "Hold on." He left their sight as they laid down.

"Why can't I see?" Harry whispered shakily. His voice was weak and made Draco wince.

"He'll cure us, Harry, he will." Draco murmured.

'I need the potion,' Draco thought desperately.

He looked at Harry in alarm when he realized he had sent the message to him, but calmed when Harry didn't react.

He needed to hold on, the curing potion would have to wait...The effects would have to stop soon... He felt the warmth slowly enter his body. He was still shivering, but it was enough for him to sit up easily. Harry who was much worse off than he was finally sat up a few minutes later.

"What was that?" Harry's voice croaked, but he sounded a lot stronger than before.

"I dunno," he said.

"Malfoy, Potter?" Snape questioned entering the room again. He had a potion in hand, and he was looking worried.

"I think we're okay," Draco said.

"But the potion didn't work," Harry said disappointed.

His eyes landed on Harry who looked so shaken and weak. He put a hand around his shoulder to tell him...something (he wasn't really sure what).

"Get off." Harry moved uncomfortably.

His hand slid off and he grumbled, "Sorry."

"For what?" Harry asked upset. "He's the one who should be sorry," he spat at Snape. "You bastard! You nearly killed us."

"Yes, well, unfortunately it didn't, Potter," Snape said snidely. "It wasn't a poison I gave you, Potter. It was just a mind-alternating potion. To get you to think like Malfoy for a while. Clearly you're too thick headed for the potion to work."

Harry glowered.

"Your costumes are finished, Snape," Draco spoke, bringing the Potion Master's attention on him.

"You two head down to the infirmary," Snape said. "I'll collect the costumes."

"Infirmary?" Harry asked. "You have your own bloody hospital?"

"It's really small," he said simply. "Tara's is bigger."

"Who is Tara?" Harry asked.

"No one," he replied quickly. Think of something else. "I err...Are you feeling better?"

"Sure," Harry said. "Apart from the fact that I'm still stuck with you, I'm fine."

They checked in with the Infirmary. It was a little old woman who came around a curtain to search them over. She found them to be okay, and released them back upstairs. Draco was relieved at the findings even more than Harry was.

As they headed back upstairs, they heard a squeaky voice of Gretch.

"Excuse me, sirs," Gretch said. "Mistress Malfoy is asking that you two get dressed for dinner."

"Right," Draco said, and he felt his stomach grow queasy. They still didn't have the cuffs off...

"What are you going to do, Malfoy?" Harry asked him.

"Face him," he said. "Hope he doesn't murder the both of us."

Harry nodded and Draco quickly transfigured them proper dinning attire. They made their way downstairs. Narcissa was already there, and when she saw the cuffs, her face turned dark.

"Draco!" she screeched in a very un-proper tone that Harry wasn't used to hearing from her. "You're father is going to be here in a few minutes! Are you insane? Do you want him to murder you? Your sick obsession with the boy has got to end!"

"Mother, I tried to get them off..."

"I don't bloody care if you tried! You'd didn't get them off! You're responsible for how your father reacts. I'm not going to protect you from his wrath."

'I know you won't," Draco accepted.

"You!" shouted Narcissa, rounding on Harry. "You are not to say a word when my husband arrives unless he speaks directly to you. Otherwise I will have your head."

Harry gulped, feeling a lump in his throat form.

There was a loud knock on the front door, Narcissa gave them one last stern look, and then went to greet her husband.

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"Don't worry, Harry," Draco said softly. "I won't let my mum or dad harm you."

Harry didn't answer, knowing full well what Draco said wasn't true. He was lying to him to make the situation run more smoothly. Or at least, that's what he was pretty sure he was doing.

He heard Narcissa and Lucius coming to the dining room.

"Dinner is just about to start," Narcissa was heard saying.

They entered the room, and Draco stood still, so Harry didn't move either. Lucius' eyes fell onto the both of them.

"Draco," Lucius said, coming nearer. His cold eyes fell to their chained hands. "And Potter. What a...predicament," he said icily. "I know you were supposed to be housing him Draco...but did you really feel the need to chain yourself to him?" he asked seemingly calm.

"I was afraid he would-"

"Lies, Draco. Will not help you in this matter." Lucius looked like he was going to hit something.

"Marina did it," Draco said honestly. "She thought it would be a cruel joke."

"Cruel indeed," Lucius sneered. "Your mother of course has reminded you of your responsibilities to this family?"

He wasn't sure what Lucius was talking about, but Draco seemed to know.

"Of course, father. I'm ready to accept the terms," he said, but his voice wavered for a moment.

"No doubt. Let's all sit," Lucius demanded. They all did, and Lucius turned to his son. "I will not have defiance in my household. Nor will I allow such grueling disregards to the pure blood laws."

"Of course not father," Draco said, his eyes on his plate.

Lucius' lips thinned, and turned to Harry. "How long have you been here?"

"Erm, this is the second day," he answer wearily.

"And has...my son attempted anything on you–"

"Father!" Draco interrupted. "You can ask me that if you really want to know."

"Silence!" Lucius barked.

"Yes, Draco, honestly. Your father is speaking to your guest," she said with venom.

"Well, has he attempted anything that you may consider incorrect?"

'Please do not answer him, do not answer,' Draco thought wildly and pleadingly. 'Lie, anything.'

But as Harry read Lucius he knew that he would know any lie he told, and that it was fruitless to do so. Harry hated Lucius more than ever in that moment.

"Your son has only acted as he saw fit. I consider all his action correctly justified to his character," Harry spat heatedly.

Even Narcissa looked at him surprised.

'Nice one, Harry,' Draco thought. Harry wasn't sure if this was a good or bad thing.

Lucius' lip curled slightly. "You are lucky that the Dark Lord needs you boy. That sort of tone is not allowed directed at me or any of my family."

He chose to stay quiet at this.

"Take off those chains from your hand Draco, and just chain him to the bloody furniture," Lucius spat to his son.

There was awkward silence.

"I-"

To his surprise, Narcissa spoke up.

"Draco feels that since the chains are already on, thanks to Marina, that it's safer to have him next to him at all times. He almost escaped yesterday. His mind is very strong."

He couldn't believe his ears, Narcissa had just defended her son even though she said she wouldn't. He studied her and realized this was only because she didn't want Lucius' to react in the way she knew he would. Draco would have been kicked out of the house and their family in a moment.

But...didn't he already know Draco had a thing for him? Hadn't that question been blatantly obvious that he knew? Or maybe Lucius just thought that if no one directly said it, then it wasn't true. These Malfoy's all hid from the obvious.

Like the obvious fact that he didn't like Draco. The Slytherin just couldn't seem to accept it.

"Thank you, Narcissa," Lucius sneered sarcastically. "But I was talking to my son."

"I'm sorry, Lucius," she said apologizing graciously.

The first course of dinner had been lying on their plates for a while, but they just started to eat it now.

"Gretch." Lucius called, his eyes flickered to Harry as if to warn him that if he tried anything funny like he had with Dobby, he would be severely punished. To the Elf who bustled in quickly, he said. "Tell the kitchen staff that we will be having a dinner party tomorrow evening. And tell the Kaylee that the usual guest list is to be sent out."

"Of course Master, it would be my pleasure, sir," Gretch quickly hurried out of the room.

"Dinner party?" Narcissa asked.

"Yes, we have an announcement to make before Halloween," Lucius answered.

"Of course," Narcissa said without questioning. Though Harry knew she wanted to know what it was Lucius was going to announce.

Dinner continued and the talk turned to the pleasant fakeness and Harry hated. But he soon realized it was a lot better than the open hatred and honesty that had been there a few moment before. When dinner finished Lucius and Narcissa retreated for their study and Harry and Draco were left in the dining hall.

Harry turned to Draco, reading him, and realized that he was incredibly nervous about something.

"What's up?" he asked. Then he paused to wonder why he was asking.

"Nothing," Draco said, shrugging it off. "Let's go upstairs."

"Why is everything with you so secret?" he asked annoyed.

"Why is everything with you so open?" Draco spat back. "I don't have to share everything, Harry. Not even with you."

"Fine, whatever," he retorted lamely.

Suddenly he felt a rush of blood to his head. Everything was starting to spin, but he was still coherent.

"Harry?" Draco's voice echoed in his mind.

His head was getting hot this time, instead of cold. His body was breaking into a sweat, and he felt Draco's cold hands grab his body to sit him down. He couldn't see anything but black. But he could hear everything as if magnified.

"It's going to be alright," Draco said.

"I d-don't feel...good," Harry muttered sickly.

"Don't worry, I'm going to save you."

Save me how? Harry thought desperately. Everything was closing in even though it was just black. His temperature was rising steadily, and his stomach began to ache.

"I won't let anyone hurt you. I promise..."

Harry fell into a dream like state. Everything was glowing bright, and Draco was with him. They were on a grassy field and there were Veela dancing in the distance.

"My promises aren't made to be broken, Harry. But I can't assure you of anything. My life is too inconstant, things change," Draco told him, his voice angelic.

"You really have changed. But then again, you haven't," he heard his own voice say.

"Tell me, Harry. Why can't you love me?"

"Tell me why you love me first."

"You already know."

"Well, you already know why I can't love you."

"I wouldn't ask if I knew."

"Same goes for me," he said. He didn't know why Draco loved him, it made no sense.

"Just open your eyes a bit, and you'll see it." Draco said softly, then his voice became worried. "Please Harry, just unchain me."

He turned to see Draco chained to a wall and incapable of moving.

"But. You're the one chaining me..."

"Harry, please!"

Harry's eyes snapped open, and he came face to face with Draco who was sitting over him.

"Oh shit!' he startled. He pushed Draco off, and they both tumbled to the floor.

"Ouch!" Draco mumbled. "What you do that for?"

"What's going on?" Harry asked. Slowly he remembered feeling ill. "What happened? Who cured me?"

"I did," Draco said. "I told you I would. When are you going to start trusting me?"

They slowly stood up, trying not to twist their chained hands in uncomfortable positions.

"When you prove I can," he said simply. "How did you cure me?"

"I found a potion," Draco answered. "And speaking of trust, Harry..."

"What?" he asked, feeling Draco shift uncomfortably next to him.

"Well, I'm not exactly used to this whole...no shower thing..."

"Oh no, Malfoy! There's no bloody way!" Harry retorted. "We'll both have to wait until-"

"Now you're out of your mind! I'm no filthy Mudblood, I'm not going to go three days without washing. Especially when we're having a dinner party!"

"I'm not taking a shower with you!"

"Well, bleeding get over it because I'm making you!"

"Not with your life you're not!" Harry spat.

"Look, we'll compromise-"

"No, no compromising! There will be no shower, and that's final!"

"Bath or shower Harry, either way, I'm getting clean!"

Harry glared at him, and realized that Draco was going to take him into the bathroom, even if it was by force.

I hate my bloody life. I hate Draco bleeding Malfoy!

A/N:

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