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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 2

Harry urged his Firebolt to move faster as he flew laps around the Quiddich pitch. He knew he should have been working on his Potions essay (four feet on Felix Felicis) but he was preoccupied. Poppy and Snape were tying their first attempt to remove Draco's Dark Mark and Harry had been banned from the Hospital Wing when he wouldn't stop pacing. He was just rounding the pitch for the tenth time when the sun hit Draco's white blonde hair, and Harry sped to the ground to check on his boyfriend.

"Hey Drake," Harry said with a small smile, hopping off his broom as he got closer to the blonde boy. Draco stood with his arms crossed across his chest and his head dipped. He gave Harry a small smile as the shorter boy raised to his tip-toes to kiss Draco's cheek. "How did it go?"

Draco bit his lip, lifting his sleeve to show Harry his bandaged arm. "It's still there. All Sev's potion really did was make the Mark mad and then it made my arm break out in hives." He let out a shuddering breath, adverting his eyes away from Harry's so the dark haired boy couldn't see him cry. "All in all, a painful failed attempt."

Harry sighed, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and leading him to a low bench in the stands. He pulled Draco into an awkward hug and Draco sat with his heat resting against Harry's shoulder. Harry drew circles along the other boy's back as he kissed his forehead.

"It's going to be okay. This was just the first attempt. They'll think of something, Drake. Just keep your pretty little head up."

"I'm not sure how many more meetings I can take, Harry." Draco whispered, tightening his grip around Harry's waist. "And what if they never find something?" The two boys sat in silence for a moment, Draco being comforted by the beating of Harry's heart. Finally he sighed, looking up into the Boy-Who-Lived eyes. "There's something else…Severus said that the Dark Lord has a plan. He's using some lackey Death Eater and my father so it can't be good. And I hate to admit it, I'm afraid."

Harry was silent for a few moments, watching the sun slowly shrink below the stands. He sighed again, pulling away from Draco slightly so they could look eye to eye. "It's going to be okay. I'm sure Snape will find out what it is in time to stop it. If not, we'll just have to stick to staying inside a little more so we know you're safe. Don't worry, I'm not letting you go without a fight."

The next weekend was a Hogsmeade weekend. Draco and Harry declined to go, instead spending the day lounging around the Room of Requirements. Draco was dying to go outside but his fear of what his father had planned kept him from doing so. Harry spent most of the day trying to entertain his boyfriend, keeping the boy from falling into a deeper depression. The blonde had been more quite lately, keeping to himself. He had even closed off from Harry.

As they entered the Room of Requirements, a small radio started playing in a corner of the room. Harry grinned grabbing his boyfriends hand and pulling him to a cleared out part of the room. Keeping his grip on one of Draco's hands, the other was placed onto the boy's slender waist. Harry and Draco danced together, a small smile finally forming on Draco's mouth. Harry smiled up at Draco, taking in his grey eyes. His eye flicked to their conjoined hands before sighing again.

"You said you'd stop, Draco," Harry said, running his thumb over the cuts that littered Draco's wrist. The blonde pulled his arm away before sinking down on a nearby couch and hugging himself tightly. He had been cutting since he was a third year. That was the first time it became evident to him that his father didn't care about him. He had stopped for the most part, however, when he started dating Harry. Months and months had passed of him not cutting but now things were harder to deal with.

"I…I'm sorry!" He pleaded, not looking up at Harry's disappointed face. "I just…I just can't handle this anymore. My family disowned me and I'm trapped in this stupid castle and I hate it here. And my dad is planning something, I know he is and I'm scared. I'm really scared, Harry! And the only thing I can control is this and I hate it."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. I understand. I know this is tough on you. But you need to come to me before you start cutting again. You bleeding out is not going to fix anything, you know? I love you and I want to help you. Let me help you." Draco let out a sob before throwing his arms around Harry's neck. Harry whispered nonsense words into his ear until he finally calmed down. When Draco stopped crying Harry reached up and pulled the boy into a deep kiss. Draco moaned into Harry's mouth, pulling their bodies closer together.

It wasn't like they had never had sex. In fact, they probably had more sex than any other couple in the castle. Sex had long ago stopped being something truly meaningful for them. Harry always topped and they always reached their climax at the same time. But tonight, as Harry started slowly removing Draco's robes, he trailed a line of kisses along the blonde's jaw.

"I want you to take me tonight," he whispered, blowing in Draco's ear slightly. Draco shivered, meeting Harry's eye for any sign of doubt. When he saw none, he roughly pushed Harry down onto the bed. Harry let out a sigh of relief for finally seeing some kind of emotion coming out of Draco other than depression, but his relief was cut off when Draco began ripping his close off. Letting out a whimper of protest when his favorite shirt was ripped, Harry grinned at the blonde boy above him. With a smirk Harry mumbled nox before thoroughly enjoying his afternoon.

Down in Hogsmeade village, Pansy Parkinson let herself into a room at the Hog's Head pub. She had been careful not be spotted as she shed her cloak. Lounging on the bed was Ryan Morris. As far as the students of Hogwarts knew, she had been dating Blaize Zambini since Draco was found to be dating Potter. Zambini thought their relationship was real. Pansy, however, had been sneaking around with Ryan for months now.

"Baby!" She shrieked, jumping on the bed. The boy snickered, pulling her into his arms.

"Hey there, beautiful," he murmured, kissing her cheek.

"I have missed you so much!" Pansy hissed into his ear, pushing him flat onto the bed so she could straddle him. Ryan kissed back openly, searching her face for something. Finally finding whatever he was looking for, Ryan flipped the two of them so he was looking down at Pansy's face.

"I need you to do me a favor," he whispered, his lips ghosting over hers.

"Anything," she said back, look at Ryan with wide eyes.

"This is going to sound weird. But I need you to get me some of Draco Malfoy's hair. His father feels horrible for everything that's happen, you see, and he has a plan to win Draco's affection back. But I need his hair for the potion to work. I swear it's nothing dangerous, you'll see in a few weeks. If you could just get me a few strands and put them in an envelope and send them to me as soon as possible, it would be so helpful. And I'm sure," he paused to run his tongue up her collar bone, "I'll be able to repay you later."

Pansy let out a shuddering breath, her eyes searching Ryan's face for dishonesty. Ryan trained his face into a blank stare and finally Pansy gave him a big smile.

"I'll send them to you tonight. Anything for you, babe," she said, giving the boy a deep kiss. Ryan grinned.

'Just what I need! A dumb bimbo that will fall for everything I say. I'm going to be the Dark Lord's next right hand man! Now moving on to step two!'

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