Devil's Snare
Winter
Title: Devil's Snare
Rating: R
Word Count: 281
013: Winter
Paring: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry is told to bring Draco to the light side of the war at any cost. Post-HBP, D/s, dubious consent, Post-Hogwarts, war!fic.
Disclaimer: Unoriginal characters and situations belong to JKRowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Malfoy reminded Harry of wintertime: smooth and frosty and pale. Like snow first fallen, before people got out and about and turned it slushy and gray. That is not to say pure, but unblemished, unmarked by any stain, even when Harry knew very well that they should have been there. Not for the first time, he wondered what happened to Malfoy to turn him into the man that Harry now knew.
They were once again embroiled in research. Malfoy had loudly complained that this was not what he'd signed up for, but Harry had quieted his whining with a glare. It amazed him how effective it was. Harry would not go as far as saying that Malfoy was intimidated by him, but that Malfoy was more calculating than he had ever been, and that everything seemed to be a formula to him. Malfoy's life balanced in a precarious equilibrium.
Hermione and Ron were helping out with the research as well. They sat across the table from Harry and Malfoy, stewing in an uncomfortable silence. Harry had invited them over to Malfoy Manor where he had promised to meet Malfoy in the library to continue their search, but Malfoy had made such a stink about not letting anymore mudbloods and blood traitors into his house and near his daughter that they all ended up in Harry's flat. They had almost come to blows over it.
"I think I've found something," Ron said, cutting into Harry's musings. "It says here that the last person to attempt invoking the Allsource is Johannes Gunther. He's been in St. Mungo's, Ward 49, for the past thirty-seven years."
Malfoy laughed. The sound made Harry's blood run cold.