Rambo first contact!!! And our boys meet.

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Draco crept through the thick foliage, cursing whoever decided that the rainforest look would be good in England. The brush was overgrown and filled with dry crackling leave that made a noise no matter how stealthily Draco moved. He was glad that he had left Marcus on patrol duty outside the van. The dinosaur would have the whole compound on their feet within seconds.

It was good to do things solo. No chance of anything fucking up.

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Peter looked up at a hooting noise came from the underbrush. Very good owl impersonation. "You came solo?" He whispered, urgently.

"Yes." The voice was low and cold. It screamed business. Peter shuddered at what the boy could grow into with a voice like that. Wordlessly, the boy got down and dog crawled him way under the fence with Peter nervously watching the surroundings. For one guard to just look at what he was doing…well. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot the boy and come up with some story. Lucius would have not hold on him if he stayed at the Hogwarts compound.

He wished the boy would crawl faster. He seemed to be crawling sooo… fuckinggg… slowww…

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"Hey, if you're up there, I just want you to know…" Draco sucked in his breath. A voice…a teenaged boy's voice. With the slightest Russian accent on it, something he hadn't been able to lose even 16 years after moving from Russia.

Bingo, Harry's ass was officially his. And for god's sake, was that retard actually praying? God didn't exist for people like them.

What he couldn't figure out was why Harry was sitting in the middle of the forest at the ass-crack of dawn praying. Was this some ritual that he normally did? If it was, why was it overlooked? How had no insider picked up on this!

Draco felt a growl threatening. God, how he wanted to just march over there and pick the boy up and throw him back in his bedroom and tell him to make his mission fucking harder! He did not wake up at one preparing just so Potter could hand himself over on a silver platter…it was just too damn easy. So easy Draco's hackles rose in anticipation of some set-up. Waiting for a massive pair of hands to come from nowhere and snap his neck like one would snap an infant's.

He licked his lips and swung the gun to his shoulder, taking careful aim at the boy's exposed jugular. God, the moon was bright tonight. Harry's form was illuminated around the edges.

Draco took his preparatory breath and squeezed the trigger softly. With the barest of whispers, the dart left the gun and whizzed towards Harry, embedding itself into his neck. Harry let out a strangled…noise and fell over with a soft thump. Everything was quiet tonight. There weren't any animals, Draco noticed.

Draco crept over, a knife held in his hands as he turned Harry's still form over, his body tensed up. He didn't want to take a chance if the other teenage had been faking it. Roughly pulling the dart out, Draco shoved it into the ground, leaving it as a sign that Harry hadn't decided to go AWOL. He heaved Harry onto his shoulder and getting down, started the long crawl back to the fence and then, to the car and homebase.

Marcus checked his watch. 3:30 AM in blinking red. Draco should be just a few minutes now. 3:35 AM. He felt the key in the ignition, ready to turn it and drive the hell out of there the minute Draco came back. Being this close to the enemy gave him the creeps…creeps and memories he'd rather not deal with.

A shadowy figure brandishing the gun…"Kill him now or I kill you"…that heavily accented voice showing his Korean background…detonate…Mara with her fucking face gone and her hands still twitching because…please don't leave her alive, not like this…all that blood…Germanius Flint and those heavy rings crusted with blood and gore…"Life is hard, kid. Just ride it out."…Oliver and his goddamn smarts and wisdom and that he had to go off and…

"Life is hard…"

Rapping. Soft knocking at the window brought Marcus face to glass with an irate looking Draco who seemed to be buckling under the weight of the teenager on his shoulders. He unlocked the doors and keyed the car. Now was time to drive like hell.

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Harry felt like someone had sealed every hole in him shut and then punched him so that no blood came out of him and he was a giant bruise waiting to burst. He could just remember meditating in his clearing before…blankness. He stifled a groan and cracked an eye open just barely to gather his surroundings.

It was a jail cell. Bare steel and austere without so much as a window. Okay, he could deal with that. Hogwarts' prison cells were so much worse. Now, if he could only turn his head to see what was beh-

"I know you're awake so you can drop the squint act." Harry schooled his facial features into something neutral and blank before turning to meet his captor. He instantly narrowed his act. It seemed that he was worthy enough to be visited by the Draco Malfoy, heir apparent for the Slytherin family. Harry quickly started making notes of his appearance and sizing him up. Tall, platinum blonde with ivory like skin; typical Malfoy traits. Slender but muscular body that he would like to face in a fight and a face that was pretty. In a rather feminine way. Harry stifled a snicker. Draco in drag would be something he could make the fucker do when he got out of this prison. There was pure snake in his eyes, Harry swore.

Draco caught Harry eying him and smirked, remarking pompously, "Well, my father will be around pretty soon so make yourself at home." He snickered at his joke. Harry growled angrily.

"Fuck you, snake."

Draco merely laughed and walked away. Harry could hear a very heavy door slam shut. He sighed. And to think he had dismissed McGonagall's threats as something sensationalized…well now he knew better, too late. But for his credit, he hadn't heard the boy, which truly disturbed him. Usually, he was very good at detecting people although at that time, he conceded, he was a little distracted.

He was sure Sirius would rip them all from head to toe. So would Kingsley and maybe even Remus if he could get past that pacifist soapbox of him. Honestly, that was one of the most annoying things about the male. It was one of those things that made Harry question why someone as violence-addicted as Sirius would find in him. Harry hated cliques, but it seemed that the old clique of 'opposites attract' was alive and well. Dumbledore…he didn't know how the man would react. He was so unpredictable and although at times kindly, there were times Harry knew, just knew the man didn't care about him or anyone. He didn't know how he would respond to this. Probably gather Lucius and Don Riddle and give them lemon drops. Fucking pansy, Harry though with no small measure of bitterness. It wasn't that he man treated Harry poorly…not at all. Harry grew up throwing away clothes after he wore them once, both figuratively and sometimes literally too. No, he was only a 'father figure' to Harry when it suited him to be a father figure. Other than that, to Dumbledore, he was just a tool.

The door banged open again and Harry nearly jumped. Key word being nearly.

Well, thought Harry darkly, in comes the devil. Lucius Malfoy was dressed exceedingly well today, not that Harry would know how he dressed everyday, but custom Hugo Boss suits didn't come on discount racks and neither would that Vacheron Constantin watch. He wondered who he was meeting.

Facially, his appearance was very much like Draco's. It was all too obvious that they were related. Lucius had cold eyes that swept over Harry's prone form, still clothed Harry noticed much to his relief, and his long spider-web like hair was pulled back. And he thought Draco was girly.

Lucius Malfoy surveyed the boy in front of him. His eyes lappe dup every detail, from the powerful, strong frame to the messy black hair. Not a mark on him save for a small puncture on his neck. Draco had done his job well.

Lucius' eyes rested on Harry's green ones. There was a defiant set to his eyes that spelled trouble. And yet…is it not the defiant ones that are always the most fun to break?

Lucius smiled, slow and lazy. This would be so much fun; his fingers were just itching to touch that tanned flawless skin.

"Welcome to your new place, Potter."

"Asshole, go fuck yourself."

Oh yeah…lots of fun.

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