Chapter Fourteen

I Go Around A Time Or Two

Draco hit the ground shoulder first. The fall, added to the transportation through portkey was enough to numb his entire right arm from the hit.

He swore again, rolling to his back and passing his wand to his left hand, thankful he had trained with both hands.

Potter was on his feet again, alternating between staring in wonder around and glaring at Draco.

"Where the hell are we?" he asked.

"Fuck if I know, Potter," Draco replied.

"Right, cause I'll believe that," Harry retorted.

Draco wasn't exactly paying attention to Harry. He had heard a whispering voice that was familiar somehow. It seemed to be saying...

Without thinking Draco leapt to his feet, flicking his wand. The barrier flickered into existence even as a flash of green light burst against it.

Harry leapt back as the pair of figures entered the light of his wand. He scowled as he recognized the taller of them. Draco recognized him too. In fact, he recognized both of them. The first was Peter Petigrew.

The second was Voldemort. Voldemort was looking incredibly horrible. He always looked awful in Draco's opinion. Just because he was a gelatinous mass now didn't mean he wasn't dangerous though.

"Fuck, Potter. Stay in the circle and do exactly as I say," Draco snarled.

"Malfoy... much as I'd like to blame you, I don't think I can."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence. I'll keep that in mind next time I have to save your ass."

"Draco..." hissed the small bundle. "This is unexpected."

"Nice to throw a wrench in your plans. How's my dad?"

"Ask him yourself."

Draco spun, falling into a crouch as he did so. Even so, the spell hit him in the chest and he fell back, the barrier falling around them. Another figure materialized to grab Harry who swore.

At first, other than the quick shove that had knocked him over, Draco felt nothing. He stared up at his father then decided it would be best to save Potter's ass.

He pulled himself to his feet, grabbing his wand. A sudden stab of pain ripped through him. He fell to his knees again,gripping his chest. He stared up at his father. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Malfoy? I could use a little help," Harry said as he struggled. The men were tying him to a statue type thing and Draco realized they were in a graveyard.

"I'm gonna do my best, Potter," Draco growled. He gripped his wand and struggled to his feet. The pain shot through him again and he cried out, clutching his chest again. This time he managed to stay on his feet.

"He won't be helping you anytime soon, Potter," Lucius Malfoy smirked.

Draco, a fine sheen of sweat on his forehead, cast a glance at Harry and Voldemort who was in some cauldron. Pettigrew was looking like he was going to do something with a knife and Draco wondered if he would be able to stop him.

"You see, Potter, there is this spell called Firidilis. It works like a combination of the Cruatis and the Imperious The victim has free will but should they disobey the caster's will, they will be in pain. Enough of the pain... well it could just kill you."

Draco gritted his teeth. Pettigrew had cut off his hand and was whimpering. Potter seemed to have figured out that Draco was going to have trouble rescuing him. Potter hissed in pain as Pettigrew cut him. Draco made a few more steps towards Potter as his father watched in amusement. Draco had not figured out exactly what he was going to do next.

"Malfoy... what's the possibility of us getting out of this alive?"

"You?" Draco said, as the mist from the cauldron materialized into Voldemort. Draco felt the process was rushed and that he was the reason for the rush. It gave him a twisted sense of accomplishment. He might die in the next few minutes, but he had done something worthy. Maybe Ginny could forgive him. Posthumously of course.

"Malfoy..." Harry began as his bonds were cut.

Voldemort shot a glance at Draco as he tried again to move. The pain was horrible.

"Ah, young master Malfoy. I'd take the time to teach you a lesson, but I think your father has that covered," Voldemort hissed.

"Just because the man knocked up my mother," Draco said, straightening. Another intense burst of pain exploded in his chest but he managed to finish, "Does not make him my father."

"Such impertinence," Voldemort muttered before turning to Harry. "You see how it all lies, Harry?"

Voldemort turned from him to face the growing circle of Death Eaters. While his attention was distracted, Draco hissed to Harry.

"Po- Harry. When you get a chance, get your ass over here."

"What can you do? We're surrounded."

"Let me worry about that. Just do it."

"You can't move, Malfoy."

"Don't rub it in. Just do it."

Voldemort turned back to Harry at that point. His eyes flickered to Draco but the blonde was sweating and looked ready to collapse under the pain.

"How sweet, a final farewell. I wasn't aware you were friends, Harry."

"We aren't," Harry said and dove at Draco.

Draco wasn't expecting the move and neither was Voldemort. Draco recovered his wits quickly as Potter ran into his motionless body. To the cacophony of pain that erupted in his body, Draco flung his arm up, pointing his wand at the fallen Portkey.

"Accio!" He screamed just before the trophy hit him in the left knee and everything went black.

(A/N: Holy crap! That was so much fun it should be illegal! If you think it's gonna be any easier for them after this, oh, my are you wrong! I think about three more chapters then I'll start the sequel. I may cut it down to two. We'll see how this next chapter goes.

To chocolablvr: Of course I'll finish it! :3