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's Chapter 8. Hope you enjoy. Thanks for reviewing and reading.

Chapter Eight

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"What do you mean, 'he's missing?'" the red-haired girl cried out in horror.

"He disappeared after you wedding; no one's seen him or heard from him. Hermione reckons he just needs time alone, but I think something happened," her brother said. "What are we going to do Ginny?"

"I-I...Are you sure no one has spoken to him? Lupin? Mad-Eye? Tonks?" Ginny asked hopefully.

"No one," Ron said. "Did you say anything to him that night?"

"What's that mean?" She glared.

"Well, maybe Hermione's right...do you think you said anything to make him want to be alone for a while?"

Ginny grumbled for a moment, but sighed. "We fought...about me being with Dean sort of, and I slapped him and then he went to a bar. I saw..."

"Saw him what?" Ron asked.

"I...I saw him talking to some guy, blonde, and Harry left with him," she said slowly. She didn't mention the kiss, knowing full well that her brother would have a fit if he knew his best friend had kissed a guy.

"Blonde...Ginny, do you think it was Malfoy?"

She thought back, getting more worried by the second. The blonde had been gorgeous and beautiful, such raw beauty...and it was so clearly Malfoy that she couldn't believe she hadn't thought of it before.

"Oh sweet Gods!" Ginny cried out. "What are we going to do? If Malfoy has him...That means Snape has him!"

From across the kitchen of the Burrow, Dean spoke up for the first time since Harry had been brought up.

"That means You-Know-Who has him," Dean gulped.

Ginny let out a cry.

"We'll save him, Gin," Dean said softly. "Right?"

"We'll get him home," Ron said assuredly. "I just have to contact Lupin. He won't get away with this." He Apparated.

Ginny couldn't believe she hadn't realized the danger he had been in. She had just been so stupidly jealous.

"Gin?" Dean asked slowly.

"Yeah?"

"You still love him, don't you?"

She slowly looked up. She had been expecting that question, but not so soon, not now.

"I...I love you, Dean," she said. "I have feelings for Harry, but you're my husband, and I will never do anything to hurt you. Harry and I...we're done, for good, I will get over him eventually, I've just never really been given the time. But I want to be with you, and I'm going to make us work. So you don't have to worry about anything, I'm yours forever."

Dean nodded assured, and pulled her into an embrace.

But in the back of her mind, she knew she didn't love him like she loved Harry. She would never love anyone as much. No one could compare, not even her husband. Ginny closed her eyes, holding Dean closer. Her husband, she needed to remember that, she had to move on from Harry. After she saved him of course.

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The bathroom tile was pearly white, scrubbed sparkling clean by House Elves, and the shower alone was huge, having a large dark blue curtain closing it off. The water was running and Draco was in the process of removing his clothes.

They of course had been having a system while the other used the bathroom over the last few days, and that was mostly, "Don't watch or I'll pummel you." But this was different, and Harry hated the idea.

"It's not like you've never showered in the boy's locker room for Quidditch," Draco muttered to the other boy who had blatantly refused to take a shower with him.

"I'll stand outside till you're done, thank you very much," Harry had insisted.

"Suit yourself," Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"Also, we never had to be naked so close in the showers at school," he said. "Or have to worry about teammates checking us out."

Draco made a scoffing sound and raised an eye.

"What?" he asked confused. He quickly turned his back as Draco started to slip off the leather pants.

"Afraid you might gape?" Draco whispered into his ear, getting almost too close for Harry to handle.

"Just get in the bleeding shower, Malfoy!" he insisted.

He heard the blonde chuckle and move back the curtain. "You're going to have to come forward a bit," Draco told him.

"I can't," Harry muttered. "There's the tub in the way."

"Well, I can't reach the water," Draco sounded irritated. "Either stand on the tub or get in here before I tug you in."

"I'll stand on the tub," he said quickly. He made sure the curtain blocked his view from Draco as he wobbly tried to gain his balance on the small ledge of bathtub. All he knew was that he didn't want to see Draco naked again...he was sure this was just because he didn't want to see any naked guy ever again; but he was vaguely aware that it could have be a number of other things he wasn't going to admit to himself. Especially when he was so near him.

'What if I actually-' he stopped thinking mid-thought and panicked. 'Oh Merlin! Stop thinking Harry! Stop...just think about something else...'

"You know, you could actually just come in here and find out exactly how you're feeling about me," Draco smirked to him.

"I'm perfectly fine out here, thanks Malfoy," Harry hissed.

"You know you want to see me with my clothes off," Draco called smugly from over the curtain.

"I think I've seen enough of your sorry arse to suit me a life-time," he murmured. He nearly lost his footing on the tub and had to grab a hold of the bar for the shower to keep steady.

"Careful, love," Draco said amused.

Harry growled under his breath and caught his balance again.

"What did you mean, Malfoy," he asked. "When I said the teammates wouldn't check us out."

"Well honestly Harry," Draco stated. "Have you ever even talked to Wood?"

"Huh?" He paused. "Oliver wasn't...No...Was he?"

"Caught him and one of the Ravenclaw's once," Draco stated. "He let the Slytherin team use the Quidditch pitch first for a whole month before I made a compromise with him."

"Compromise?" he questioned, not sure he wanted to know.

"Yeah, I hooked him up with one of the Slytherin's, and he let me watch your guys' Quidditch practice unscathed – from the shadows of course."

"You cheating little bas-"

"Oh come off it, I wasn't watching for moves," Draco muttered. Harry heard a bottle of shampoo snap open. "I was watching for you. You're brilliant up in the sky – and that's hard for me to admit, so consider that probably the best compliment you'll ever receive."

Harry rolled his eyes, Malfoy was way too conceited. "You think a lot of yourself, don't you?"

"Why wouldn't I?" came Malfoy's smirk response. "I'm handsome, witty, and have to-die-for hair, what else could anyone ask for?"

"Some humility maybe," Harry mumbled.

Draco chuckled again. "With a life like mine, why should I? Anyway, you're humble enough for the both of us."

"I have nothing to do with you," Harry snapped back.

'I believe my thoughts say otherwise,' Draco reminded him.

"Also, you wouldn't even be alive right now if it wasn't for me. And have I heard a thank you?" Draco asked snidely.

"I...Well, the only reason I was in that situation in the first place is because of you, Malfoy," Harry said frankly. But he knew that he did owe his life to however Malfoy had cured him. "How did you get a cure? I mean, weren't you ill as well?"

"I was, but I knew I had to save you," Draco stated. "So I kept going before I passed out. Nearly didn't get the potion to you in time."

"Well, then thanks, I guess I owe you," Harry murmured. Then he cursed himself, he hadn't meant to say the last bit...owing Draco would be a lot of trouble.

"Damn right you do," Draco replied. "Hey, do you see my conditioner on the counter?"

Harry paused for a moment, glancing. "No, just forget conditioner and get out of there! I need to take a shower next."

"Forget conditioner?" Draco asked as if it was the most awful idea in the world. "Didn't you just listen to my rant about my hair? It can be perfection if I don't have conditioner."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Yes, I'm completely serous. Conditioner make it soft and shiny, and believe me, someday you will appreciate that...Oh I found it!"

Harry's sent an incredulous look at the curtain aimed to Draco. The bottle snapped open.

"I'll be done in a minute," Draco said. "Then you can take yours. Want me to transfigure your clothes off for you?" Draco asked seductively.

Harry glowered for a moment. "I hate you."

"Is that a yes then?"

"Yes, alright," Harry muttered. "How else would I take a shower?"

"Okay, hold on."

"Did you take your wand in there with you?" Harry asked bewildered.

"Like I was really going to leave it out there for you to snatch," Draco replied.

There was a pop and Harry's shirt disappeared. Then there was a scramble and wood hitting the shower tile.

"Hold on – shit!" there was a louder noise of slipping feet and a crash. Harry felt his hand tug forward, he desperately tried to take a hold of something solid, but it was too late, he tumbled into the shower and onto a naked Draco Malfoy.

"Fuck," Draco said, but he was laughing none-the-less. "Ouch – your elbow is in my stomach – ouf!"

Harry stood up, but since Draco was still on the ground and the tile was very wet, he slipped and fell hard onto the tile sitting. The water poured down over him, soaking his leather pants and shoes. However, his glasses were still well intact. And as he groaned greatly from the pain, his eyes shifted to the boy who was stilling laughing.

"What's so bloody funny?" he growled.

"Nothing, love," Draco said, trying to compose himself. "It just funny is all."

"I don't find it funny," he said. He and Draco stood up slowly, being careful to use the wall for support.

The blonde was staring at him, an amused grin still across his face, and his lean body propped up against the wall.

"Told you I'd get you to shower with me," Draco said. "Now, care for me to remove your pants? Or do you want to try and get them off yourself."

Harry's eyes narrowed greatly, but felt his face getting red in embarrassment. "I'll get them off myself," he said bitterly, though he knew there was no way the leather would come off as it was shrinking in the water.

Draco pushed himself off the wall and Harry kept his eyes fixated on his face, growing more uncomfortable by the second. Having Malfoy naked right in front of him, wet and clearly livid with laugher...It was almost, sexy-

'Oh Merlin! I can't I just thought that!'

Draco stopped in his tracks, and he smirked. "Oh?"

"Just – Go!" Harry demanded

'I think I'll just stay right here," Draco said, leaning against the wall again.

Harry wasn't going to have that. He thought about pushing Draco out, but that meant getting very close to him, him with that perfectly pale skin and chest that no man should legally have. He forced his eyes up, realizing they had been trailing down.

He hated Malfoy more and more.

"Get out," Harry hissed.

'Oh he wants me," Draco thought amused.

"Oh, I really don't," Harry snapped at him. "Now go stand on the ledge. And no peaking!"

"You spoil all the fun," Draco said, but got off the wall anyway. "Sure you don't need help with your pants?"

"Sod off already," Harry said.

Draco stepped behind the curtain and Harry took a huge breath. He couldn't believe he was attracted to Malfoy...

Well, he really is good looking.

Oh Merlin, I need help.

He turned his attention to the other problem at hand...his pants. He prayed silently as he attempted to tug them off with one hand, making sure not to tug Draco in again.

The struggle was futile. He was not going to be able to get them off without magic.

"Malfoy..." Harry took a deep breath, finally giving up. "Can you transfigure them off?"

"What was that?"

"You heard me."

'Why must he torture me?'

'Why must Harry feign innocent?'

"Just take them off!"

"What?"

"My bloody pants Malfoy!"

"What's the magic word?"

"Fuck you!"

"Humm, those might work as well. Time and place, love?"

"Malfoy!"

"So, that wasn't the magic word?"

"Bugger all – fine, please –

"Please wh-

"-Take my sodding pants off!" Harry yelled annoyed.

There was a chuckle from the Slytherin. "It would be my pleasure, Harry."

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