AN- Here is the next chapter. Sorry for any mistakes my internet is hating me this week and I wanted to post before it cut out on me again, so this has not been beta'd. I hope you enjoy it. Please Read and Review and as always I own nothing you recognize. AND the lyrics towards the end are phantom of the opera. mad props.
AN- SORRY FOR THE SECOND AN BUT THIS NEEDS TO BE SAID CONTINUOUSLY APPARENTLY JUST SO EVERYONE KNOWS, FIRST OF ALL I'M NOT YELLING I'M TYPING IN CAPS TO MAKE SURE EVERYONE READS THIS. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ MY OTHER STORY OR IF HAVING THE CHARACTERS AS DRACO AND HARRY OR IF HAVING H/D IN THE SUMMARY DOESN'T GIVE IT AWAY. THIS IS A HARRY DRACO SLASH BOY ON BOY MALE LOVIN. AFTER POSTING CHAPTER FOUR I RECIEVED A REVIEW FROM SOMEONE WHO WOULDN'T EVEN SIGN IN TO LEAVE THE REVIEW FLAMING MY STORY. SO NOW EVERYONE HAS BEEN WARNED THIS WILL INVOLVE HARRY/ DRACO RELATIONSHIP, DATING HOWEVER YOU WOULD LIKE TO PUT IT. IF I RECIEVE ANY MORE FLAMES BECAUSE YOU CONTINUED READING AFTER THIS WARNING AND YOU DON'T LIKE IT OR IF YOU CHOOSE TO SKIP THE WARNING IT IS NO LONGER MY PROBLEM. Thank you to everyone who has read and reviewed with kindness I hope you continue to enjoy the story.
Draco soon learned that while Athos was a bit insane most of the time he gave out punishments that were deserved and not just because he felt like it. The blond had been at Riddle Manor for a week now and every night no matter where he chose to fall asleep he always woke up in Athos' bed there was no hiding from the teen who had come to be known as the Shadow Prince.
The whole manor was in an uproar for the upcoming party to announce Athos as the heir to the dark lords throne. A coming out party of sorts. Draco had already been fitted four different times for six different styles of dress robes and when he asked why he was informed it was because Athos hadn't decided what he would wear yet.
"Why does it matter what he's wearing? What does it have to do with my clothing?" Draco asked his Mother one day when he had the rare opportunity to see her. She and Lucius got to leave and go home to put on the appearances that everything was normal in their lives. Draco was stuck at Riddle Manor.
It wasn't too bad he had to admit. He didn't usually see much of anyone in Athos' wing of the house and Flint the house elf took care of him.
"Hasn't anyone told you?" Narcissa looked at him over the book she was reading.
"Told me what?" Draco questioned.
"Your Father signed the betrothal contract three days ago. You are now Athos' intended." She replied with a shrug.
"I'm what?" Draco demanded.
"Oh Draco honestly." Narcissa sat her book to the side. "Stop being foolish, Harry Potter will never love you and you will never be with him. Athos is attractive and powerful not to mention his wealth. He will make a fine match for you and will take care of you."
"He is psychotic and I will not be bound to him!" Draco announced storming from the room.
He decided then and there he would disappear. He would sneak out of the manor and run to Harry, Beg the teen to help him. Whatever it took.
That night he went to bed in Athos' room figuring that's where the teen would have put him anyway and lay there waiting pretending to sleep. He had no idea what time it was when the weight of another person shifted the bed.
Draco waited quietly barely even breathing until the sound of the other teen fell soft and told Draco he was asleep. He carefully slipped out of bed listening for any sign of Athos waking while getting dressed and throwing on his cloak. He made it out of the manor without encountering anyone and smirked. Here he had thought escaping would be difficult. Once he made it to the forest surrounding the manor he figured he was home free.
He had only made it about twenty yards into the dark undergrowth when a shadow dropped from a tree branch above him and landed silently right in front of him. The shadow had glowing ice blue eyes.
"It's a little late for a stroll through the woods don't you think pet?" Athos asked with a hint of amusement in his voice.
"You can't keep me here!" Draco screamed. "Let me go!"
"I'll make a deal with you pet. If you still want Harry bloody Potter so damn bad tomorrow, I will remove the mark and let you go." Athos grinned like the Cheshire cat and Draco felt chills run up and down his spine.
"One night won't make any difference and tomorrow I will leave here." Draco jutted his chin out stubbornly.
"I will deliver you to Diagon Alley personally." Athos ran his finger down Draco's jawline. "But just to make sure you don't go back on your word."
A soft click could be heard in the quiet forest and when Athos stepped back there was a black leather collar around Draco's neck. The blond felt frantically at it and Athos took pity conjuring a lighted mirror so he could see it.
The black leather was studded with silver and a small diamond encrusted tag read ' property of the Shadow Prince.'
Draco would never admit it to anyone else but he kind of liked the collar. It was simple yet very tasteful. But he wasn't sure how this would keep him from running away. He could easily conceal it under his robes or with glamors.
As if sensing his thoughts Athos curled his hand into a fist like he was grabbing something and pulled. It was an instantaneous effect that caused Draco to lurch forward like he was on a leash.
Once Athos uncurled his fist however everything went back to normal. There was a flash of white teeth and suddenly Draco was again alone in the forest. With a huff Draco looked back towards the manor with a grin. If Athos wasn't there to see him how could he stop him?
Draco once again started in the opposite direction of the manor he hadn't made it very far when a slight shock reverberated from the collar. It wasn't horrible though and he ignored it continuing further.
After another couple of feet the shock was stronger but still bearable and the blond continued on. After another couple of yards however the shock was so bad it knocked him on his arse.
Finally admitting defeat Draco turned around to head back to the manor and about halfway back Athos met him.
"You certainly are determined I'll give you that. Come on I'll get you back to bed." He held out his hand.
"I don't need your bloody help." Draco snarled continuing past the dark haired teen. By the time he made it back Athos was curled up in bed seemingly asleep.
Draco shook his head choosing to not even ask how he had made it back so fast. He didn't even bother trying to squirm away when Athos rolled over and pulled him against his broad chest wrapping an arm around his waist.
The following day Draco woke up feeling like he had sand behind his eyelids and was none to happy about being awake but the sunlight streaming in through the open balcony doors didn't leave him much choice in the matter.
There was a tray next to the bed with a bowl of soup a glass of strawberry soda, which was Draco's favorite and the days edition of the Prophet. Draco was confused by the lunch by the bed instead of breakfast and quickly checked the time finding himself shocked at the fact that he'd slept until almost two in the afternoon.
With a yawn he picked up the Prophet and took a drink before spitting it back out all over the paper. On the front page the headline read.
Harry James Potter
Dead at 16
The body of Harry James Potter was found displayed above the fountain in the Ministry of Magic Atrium by Elves early this morning.
As of yet the cause of death is unknown but foul play is suspected.
Potter was a sixth year Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He has been prophesied as the one who would defeat He- who-must-not-be-named.
What will become of the Wizarding world now that he is gone?
Further information will be brought forward as it is made available.
Draco was staring wide eyed at the paper when Athos stepped in leaning against the doorway.
"Still want to run off to your lover boy?" He asked.
"You! You did this?" Draco raged. "I loved him so you killed him?"
"I couldn't have you believing in these false dreams my pet. It wasn't good for you." Athos smiled sadly.
Draco stalked towards the taller brunette and brought his fist back swinging at the Shadow Prince with all his strength. There was a sickening crunch that didn't come from the brunettes jaw. Draco yanked his hand back wincing in pain almost certain he had broken his knuckles.
A cold gleam appeared in Athos' eyes as he grabbed the blonds hand immediately a cold sensation covered his injured hand and when it vanished there was no more pain.
"Draco, I have been very tolerant of everything you have done and tried. Hitting me will do you no good and I will not be lenient with you if it happens again. You will be punished." Athos then told him the cold look still in his eyes.
"I don't belong to you!" Draco shouted and regretted it almost as soon as the words had left his mouth.
The same sentient magic that had been leaking from Athos when he played the piano was swirling around him but it no longer held the silky softness it had before.
"Oh but I believe you do." Athos sneered his voice cold enough to make a polar bear shiver. He raised his hand using the invisible leash attached to the blonds collar and yanked him against his chest. Draco struggled to get away but was no match for the taller stronger teen who had wrapped his arms around him keeping his pressed to his chest.
Slowly Athos backed them toward the wall and Draco was helpless to stop the shadow prince from placing both of his wrists in shackles that hung on the wall. Hell Draco didn't know how he had never noticed those before.
Draco was doing his best not to cry when Athos stepped away from him leaving him chained to the wall, and just before he left the room Athos waved his hand leaving Draco standing there butt ass naked and chained with his hands above his head.
"You will be left here for now. Next time I will be forced to punish you accordingly for disobeying me." With those last words Athos swept out of the room.
Draco had no idea how long he remained there with his hands tied above his head with all of his dignity floating out the still open balcony doors.
With his time Draco processed the fact that Harry Potter was dead and he cried. He processed the fact that he would belong to Athos Riddle forever or until the teen tired of him and killed him and he cried some more,
After that he allowed the fact that he was naked, chained to a wall and being held captive in a mansion by a rather rich and powerful not to mention sexy teenager sink in and found he didn't mind as much as he though he did.
He wondered what it would be like to be chained to the bed instead with Athos doing what he pleased to him and before long his penis was looking up at him as if asking what he was waiting for. It was getting to a point where it was painful but nothing the blond thought about helped.
He tried to imagine Snape in the shower and it turned into Athos in the shower. Dumbledore in a thong turned into he himself wearing a thong with Athos spanking him.
He was so lost in thought he didn't notice the arrival of two masked people into the room until one cleared their throat.
"Perhaps Shadow should have come instead.' One giggled her voice was one Draco would recognize anywhere.
"Loony Lovegood?" He questioned his erection vanishing like magic.
The mask she wore disappeared and he didn't think he had ever seen someone look so terrifyingly angry accept for maybe Athos.
"I am not Loony!" She growled throwing a yellow ball of electricity at him. It stung a little but not nearly as bad as Draco figured it could have. "I am a visionary, Maybe you are too dense to see that."
"Rather right you are Dreamer. Perhaps we should tell Shadow he needs to find a new toy." Her companion smirked before her mask too fell away.
"Granger?" Now Draco was confused beyond belief this was one of Potter's best friends and she supported Athos.
"It's Scarlet if you don't mind. We came to get you ready for the party." She sighed flipping her hair impatiently as if she had more important things to do. Draco noticed it wasn't nearly as curly or bushy as he remembered it. It hung in silky waves making the girl look almost pretty.
"I'm not going to the blasted party." Draco refused with a sneer. They could leave him chained here all night but he would not appear at the party on Athos' arm like a common whore.
"Shadow said you would probably say that." Luna smiled.
"He also gave us instructions on how to handle such a situation." Granger added placing her finger to the tattoo behind her ear.
"Mischief, Trixster it seems we need your assistance."
Within seconds two dark purple puffs of smoke absolved into two more masked people.
"Giving you a hard time is he?" One asked.
"Is it our turn to talk some sense into him?" The other added.
"Yes please. Scarlet and I need to get ready and he isn't cooperating we will never be ready in time at this rate." Luna sighed.
"You girls go get beautiful for us." One smirked.
"We will take care of Malfoy." Said the other.
As the girls left the new people took off their masks and Draco wanted to scream for Granger and Loony Luna to come back. He was now faced with the Weasley twins and if the grins on their faces was anything to go off of he was in trouble.
He closed his eyes trying to pretend he was anywhere else as his shackles were undone and his arms fell to his sides like dead weight. He remained perfectly still hoping they would go away.
No such luck.
Draco squealed in a rather undignified manner as he was picked up and slung over Fred, or was it George's shoulder and carried into the bathroom.
'Let me down." He demanded.
"As you wish." The red head grinned dropping him into a tub of ice cold water causing Draco to scream like a girl again.
"You are rather loud. I hope Athos likes screamers." Fred shook his head while George sat down on the edge of the tub grabbing the blond and dunking him under.
"He never complained about you." George grinned pulling Draco back up and pouring shampoo in his hair scrubbing roughly. "Though the rest of the household did."
"Oh shut up and move you're hurting him." Fred pushed his brother trying to get him out of the way. Instead he toppled into the large bathtub with Draco.
"This is freezing!" He yelled climbing quickly out of the tub. "Why didn't you say something Dragon?"
Draco just glared at them with his teeth chattering and his lips taking on a blue hue.
George waved his wand warming the water and dunked Draco underneath again.
"Why do you keep doing that?" Draco spluttered when he surfaced again.
"We are."
"Washing you hair." They replied dunking him under again.
"I can bathe myself thank you." Draco snapped rubbing the soap and water out of his eyes.
"Then why aren't you doing it?" Fred questioned looking dumbfounded.
"Thank Merlin for that too," George sighed. "I was afraid we were going to have to flip a coin to see who had to wash the ferrets privates."
"NO ONE IS WASHING MY PRIVATES! GET OUT" Draco finally lost it and screamed.
"What are you two doing in there?" Neville Longbottom asked from the doorway already dressed to impress in a set of deep blue dress robes. He held a matching blue mask in his hand.
"Getting him ready." Both twins replied at the same time.
"Making a mess is more like it." Neville shook his head. "Leave him to get ready. You have fifteen minutes I don't suggest you being late. Your robes are on the bed."
The twins left sulking on their way out and Neville closed the door quietly behind him.
If for no other reason than to avoid the twins coming back for him Draco quickly finished his bath and got ready for this party the same as he would any party making sure his hair was perfect, he teeth were snowy white, and his robes which were a deep crimson trimmed in black, were immaculate without a wrinkle to be found.
To Draco's surprise Lucius was waiting for him when he exited the bedroom.
"Shadow asked me to escort you to the ball room." He explained. His robes were bottle green and he also had a mask to match.
"Father, I don't want to go to this party. I don't want to live here. And I don't want to be with Athos." Draco whined.
Lucius stopped so suddenly that Draco almost ran into him.
"Dragon, Athos is a good match for you. Like it or not. He is also a fair leader. I am glad he chose our family if only because he had an eye for you. Your Mother is safe now and I have far less dangerous missions with less painful punishments if I fail."
"Father , he chained me naked to the bedroom wall." Draco argued.
"Son, In a pureblood relationship the submissive always knows his or her place. In this case that is you. Athos is well within his rights to ensure you remember your place. From what he told me the punishment for your discretion was lenient. Do not keep pushing him. Come we will be late." Lucius began his leisurely pace down the hall with Draco following dejectedly behind him.
When they reached the bottom of the grand staircase Athos was waiting patiently for them wearing a mask which was black velvet with red trim which matched his robes perfectly.
"Dragon my pet. Trixster and mischief didn't harm you too badly did they?" He asked holding out his hand.
Draco timidly stepped forward placing his smaller softer hand in Athos' calloused palm. Athos brought it to his mouth placing a soft kiss on the top and then pulled him closer to link arms with him.
"They were a little over enthusiastic but otherwise fine." Draco smiled softly. He still wasn't happy with this man but if his Father and Mother were safer because of a union between them he would do his best to get along with him.
"Good, I was hoping I wouldn't need to punish them. Unless of course you feel they need it?" Athos offered beginning a slow walk towards what Draco figured was the ball room. There were already people in fancy dress milling about and a band appeared to be setting up to play against the back wall.
They entered together followed closely by Lucius and Narcissa and Draco looked around in awe at the room it was even grander than the ball room at Malfoy Manor.
The floors were a pristine black marble the walls were of an expensive black wood. Tapestries which had probably been passed down through the Riddle family since the time a Salazar adorned the walls and crystal chandeliers offered their light to the guests in the room.
Athos walked with Draco to a very long table laden with food and drink of every type imaginable and handed him a drink.
"There is someone I must speak with for a moment. Will you be okay on your own for a moment?"
Draco just nodded looking around the room. He thought he recognized several of the people in the room but couldn't be sure because of their masks. Everyone was wearing them it seemed rather they were the masks of Voldemort's Death Eaters or the more theatrical masks of Athos' Shadow Assassin's.
That it seemed was the biggest difference between the Father and Son. Voldemort liked to make a spectacle he enjoyed people knowing where his destruction had been wrought.
Athos on the other hand struck fear into wizards and witches by remaining hidden. There were no signs no warnings just death.
"DRAKEY!"
Draco winced at the voice and rolled his eyes turning around to see Pansy Parkinson striding towards him in a disgustingly pink ball gown with what appeared to be a shotgun blow of make up to the face.
"I've been so worried about you Drakey poo. Your parents kept telling me you were at a friends but I thought for sure something terrible had happened to you." She whined wrapping her arms around him.
"If you would like to keep your arms attached to your body, I recommend you remove them from around my Dragon's waist." A cold voice interrupted and Draco almost sighed in relief.
Pansy stepped away to glare at Athos.
"I don't know who you think you are." She began with her hands on her hips. "But Draco is my betrothed." She claimed haughtily.
"Oh, Really?" Athos grinned draping his arms over Draco's shoulders with a grin. "Show her who you belong to my pet."
Draco first pushed aside his hair to reveal the two snakes chasing each other in an eternal circle behind his ear before then flicking the tag hanging at the base of his neck to draw the girls attention to it.
"Who in the hell do you think you are?" Pansy demanded stomping her foot.
"All in good time, Just keep your hands off of what is mine and we won't have any problems. We certainly wouldn't want your Father to meet the same end as Goyle's now would we?" Athos replied sweetly.
The girl paled before backing away quickly and headed straight to where her Father stood. The band began to play a slow tune and with a wave of his hand Athos conjured a mask like his own only in red and placed it on Draco before leading him to the dance floor.
After three or four songs Voldemort rose to his feet from his throne and demanded everyone's attention. This was of course Athos' queue and he grabbed Draco's hand firmly. Waiting for the signal.
"Welcome," Voldemort began. "I hope you have all taken advantage of this rare occasion to let your hair down as they say. As most of you have probably heard the reason for this evening's celebration is to honor and welcome the return of my son. Athos Riddle, Now greet your Shadow Prince!"
At this point Draco felt a very odd sensation fill him. It was like he had become nothing more than air. A ghost. He was scared for a moment wondering if he was dead but as soon as he had the thought he was solid again and black smoke was clearing away from where he and Athos now stood at the front of the room next to Voldemort.
"My son and his intended." Voldemort's voice rang out again.
The hall froze only about a dozen people moved to bow in respect most of them Draco noticed were wearing Shadow assassin's masks.
"Why are you just standing there?" Athos asked his voice laced with the tone that meant trouble. "BOW!" He demanded and with a wave of his hand it was like every person in the room was under the imperious and all fell to their knees bowing before him.
Draco felt a shiver run up his spine at the display of power as he always did and allowed himself to be pulled into Athos' lap as the teen sat down in his throne leaving everyone bowing. He almost seemed bored lounging there with the blond perched in his lap.
"Now then, if you are able to stand please do so." He requested with a sigh. The people who had shown the proper respect were able to stand while all else struggled to stand. "I do not expect my Father's followers to respect me. Nor do I expect your loyalty. But you will obey me or be punished. I have my own followers who are more loyal to me than you sad pathetic lumps could ever dream of being. Get used to seeing them around."
This appeared to be the words the Shadow Assassin's were waiting for because all of them appeared in the front much like Athos and Draco had done.
"These are the Shadow Assassin's and other than respecting one another I expect nothing else. Though if any of them have a problem with any of you it will be dealt with and vice versa. Now, Lady and Blondie if you could step forward?"
Lucius and Narcissa did as asked their masks dissolving away. The guests who were still being forced to bow could only lift their heads to look at the two Malfoy's in shock.
"My soon to be in-laws now serve me." Athos commented as Draco's mask too melted away.
"Prongs, Moony and Padfoot. Forward please."
Three more stepped forward and as their masks dissolved there was absolute uproar in the room people couldn't move but they could cuss and shout their disfavor as James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin revealed their faces.
"SILENCE!" Athos commanded. "These three are loyal to me and me alone. They were the ones who were with me when I captured and killed Harry Potter a feat that none of you fools has managed in fifteen years!"
"They are on Dumbledore's side. They can't be trusted." A meek voice came from the crowd.
"Who said that?" Athos looked out at them and Draco could feel the tendrils of his magic seeping out through his very pores. Athos released his hold on the people in the room. But they remained where they were. "Stand up." Athos demanded of the speaker. A short tubby man got to his feet
"Your name?" Athos asked.
"Peter Pettigrew." The balding man replied shakily.
"Prongs, is this the double agent Dumbledore has within our ranks?" Athos questioned.
"Yes, My Prince." Prongs replied.
"Father, How do we treat traitors?" Athos turned to Voldemort who had a look of pure disgust and hatred on his face for the man.
"Death." He hissed.
"Very well." Athos sighed. "Prongs, Moony, Padfoot you may take him to the dungeon and do what you will."
Pettigrew made an attempt at running but didn't make it far before a large black dog pinned him to the ground latching onto his arm.
Pettigrew screamed bloody murder as the dog dragged him out of the room followed by the other two.
Athos finished introducing his followers and each stepped forward in turn.
After all had finished Athos clapped his hands. "Thank you for your attention and now BACK TO THE PARTY!"
That night after the guests began to make there leave, Draco couldn't believe he had enjoyed himself so much. Athos had kept him by his side at all times and several of Draco's Slytherin friends had requested to join Athos instead of the Dark Lord.
Daphne Greengrass had been upset that Athos was already taken but was happy for Draco and would most likely be getting Athos' mark before school started.
Draco still refused to think about school much. He didn't want to ask to go back in fear of angering Athos but yet he wanted to finish his schooling.
As if reading his mind Athos pulled him close resting his chin on Draco's shoulder.
"I haven't figured out how yet." He whispered. "But you will go back." Athos kissed Draco's temple before pulling away and walking over to a few more straggling guests.
After everyone was gone Athos sent Draco to bed telling him he had a meeting to attend with the Dark Lord and refused to allow Draco to come with him. Knowing better than to argue Draco pouted all the way to the bedroom and got ready for bed.
It wasn't long before Athos returned and silently climbed into bed next to him. Draco rolled over looking at the sprawling tattoo on the teens back in awe a tree of life started at the very base of Athos' back and stretched with the limbs branching out over his shoulder blades.
Unable to help himself Draco reached out and traced it with his finger. Athos let out a content sigh and rolled over to face the blonde.
"Draco, I know you aren't very happy with me right now. But I promise I'll do everything in my power to make you as happy as possible here with me."
Draco could only nod before turning over so Athos didn't see him cry.
Over the next few days several meetings were held which Draco wasn't allowed to attend and with each one Athos became more irritable but he never took it out on Draco and the blonde felt himself beginning to care more for the teen.
One night Draco waited for Athos to return until very late in the night before finally turning in. He tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable spot and willing himself to sleep. It seemed he had gotten so used to sleeping with Athos next to him that with the teen gone the bed felt huge and lonely.
Finally though sleep did claim him but not for long.
Draco woke with a start at the crash of thunder and flash of lightening outside. The balcony doors were open and wind blew the curtains around wildly. Draco rolled over quickly intent on spooning up to Athos' strength and warmth. The blond had never much cared for thunderstorms where as Athos could often be found standing on the balcony in the rain smiling madly at the chaos the storm made.
The place where Athos should have been laying was vacant and it didn't look as if the teen had ever come to bed.
Draco got to his feet and pulled on his crimson silk robe with the black dragon stitched across the back, Smiling fondly at the gift from Athos he wondered how his hate for the teen had changed so drastically.
The bedroom door was open just a crack and Draco slipped quietly out heading down the hall knowing where Athos would be. Sure enough in the music room which was a room off the back of the house made entirely of glass windows and filled with instruments. Athos sat at his piano playing, the thunder would crash almost as if on cue in the most dramatic parts. As always Athos' magic flowed in and out of his body along the currents of music.
Draco leaned against the door frame forgetting his fear of the storm by finding the beauty Athos was creating with it. To the blonde's surprise however a haunting voice soon joined in with the piano and the storm.
Past the point of no return, no backward glances.
The games we played til now are at an end.
Past all thought of if or when, no use resisting.
Abandon thought and let the dream descend.
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies out before us?
Draco found himself drawn to the teen's voice, his feet moved him forward without his permission or consent until he found himself standing right behind Athos. He reached tentatively forward placing his hand on Athos' shoulder lightly. Athos smiled and leaned over to place a kiss on Draco's hand. Draco ran his other hand down Athos' jawbone before allowing his voice to carry throughout the room,
You have brought me to that moment where words run dry
To that moment where speech disappears into silence. Silence
I have come here hardly knowing the reason why.
In my mind I have already imagined our bodies entwining
Defenseless and silent and now I am here with you
No second thoughts I've decided decided.
Past the point of no return no going back now
Our passion play has now at last begun
Past all thought of right or wrong. One final question.
How long should we two wait before we're one?
Draco moved to sit down on the bench next to Athos who slid over to make room. Draco blushed softly hoping the brunette wouldn't notice and placed his fingers on the high keys and Athos moved down to the low ones both continuing the song together.
When will the blood begin to race
The sleeping bud burst into bloom
when will the flames at last consume us?
Past the point of no return. The final thresh hold
The bridge is crossed so stand and watch it burn,
We've passed the point of no return.
Blushing profusely now Draco let his voice drop out continuing to play his part on the piano and listened to Athos finish the words.
Say you'll share with me one love one lifetime,
Lead me, save me from my solitude
Say you'll want me with you here beside of you.
Anywhere you go let me go to,
Draco, That's all I ask of you,
Athos carried out the last note and Draco almost stood and began applauding but the look in Athos' ice blue eyes made him forget how to breath none the less stand up. There was a swirling pool of emotion in those eyes and without thinking about what he was doing Draco leaned forward placing his lips on those of the shadow prince.
Athos froze for a moment before wrapping his arms around the blond deepening the kiss. He carefully leaned back so that he was laying on the bench Draco pressed against him.
After a moment Draco jumped away from him.
"I I can't do this, Harry. You killed Harry." Draco shook his head defiantly as Athos lounged with a lazy grin on his face on the bench.
"Draco, I didn't kill him." He shook his head. You can't kill someone who doesn't exist."
"What? What do you mean?" Draco implored.
With a wave of his hand Athos was Harry Potter and with another wave of his hand he was Athos again.
"What? What do you mean? What is going on?" Draco backed away until his back met one of the windows and a flash of lightening made him jump a mile in the air. His heart was racing a million miles a minute and Athos stepped forward to embrace him. Draco tried to jerk away but Athos' steal grip held him in place.
"Shh, Let me explain." Athos coaxed running his fingers through Draco's hair. "When I was kidnapped by Dumbledore he placed glamors on me and created the alias of Harry Potter and gave me to James spelling him to believe I was his son. When I learned the truth I ran away and came here to face my true destiny."
"But the Prophet.." Draco replied tears sliding freely down his face now.
"I had to come up with something so that people would stop looking for me. What the elves found was a dead muggle boy who had been transfigured to look like Harry Potter." Athos explained.
"So, you. You're. I mean." Draco couldn't think straight anymore.
"I am Athos Riddle. Formally known as Harry Potter." Athos smiled softly tilting Draco's chin up so he was looking into his silver orbs. "Draco I have loved you for longer than I can remember but I couldn't let you love Harry Potter. I had to make you love me. The real me."
"I do. I love you Athos." Draco sobbed.
Athos reached around the blonds neck unhooking the collar and throwing it to the side. He pulled another one from his robes and fastened it.
Draco turned to look at his reflection in the large window smiling at the black leather collar fashioned with brilliant sapphires and diamonds around the it. There was no name tag on this one. He didn't need one.
He knew who he belonged to.