Pretty Prey

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Okay first off I would like to appologize for making everyone wait so long but I had to babysit for a couple of nights, while my brother was ill.

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Okay I know you are all thinking "Oh my god she's turned it into a stereotypical fanfic. But fear not my readers for it will be filled with surprises (I came up with a huge brain blast a few nights ago)

Warning this chapter is a Cliffy... kinda (I warned you!)




Chapter 14



Harry tugged the sleeve of Draco’s shirt once again as Dumbledore pinned them both with his blue eyes.


Next to him Draco shifted uncomfortably in the gold and red chair, his face though showed no emotion.


“Now” Dumbledore started, surrounded by whizzing devices and sleeping portraits of his office somehow making him appear more powerful.



“Who would like to tell me what’s going on here,” Dumbledore’s voice was laced in sternness.

Harry thought that perhaps not knowing what was happening around him made him a bit overbearing.


“Stupid humanssss” Eight hissed for the first time since entering the office.


“You ssshould have listened to me, but NOOOO you ssssttupid humansss have to do thingssss the hard way. You could have run and found an sssafe cave to hide in. How will you ever learn to protect your future offsssspring from large birdsss if you don’t know when to hide?” Eight lectured Harry his face reared up and made Harry’s blush.



“I’m not having offssspring with him, I don’t even like the ponce,” Harry hissed back, well aware of course that he ignoring the head master and his bond-mate.



“Harry, tell me your version of everything,” Dumbledore said, his face now interlaced with a mock concern.



“Did Mr Malfoy here harm you in any way?” Dumbledore cooed.


“NO!” the answer had slipped out before Harry even had time to register it.


“Are you sure, I could have him arrested,” he murmured and pinned Harry with his blue eyes.


“Hey!” Draco spoke up for the first time his mercury eyes swirling in anger.


Harry breathed deeply if he wanted to he could get rid of the prat for good, ridding him of his rapist for ever.


But the other side of Harry couldn’t help but remember the way Draco held him last night while slowly making love to him, making sure Harry was okay with every gentle thrust and caress of the skin.



‘God stop thinking about it! Stop think about him! Stop thinking full stop!’ Harry sighed and tried to think rationally.



‘No fuck NO!’ Harry looked to Eight for help but all he did was sniff (yes snakes can do that) and do his own little version of a snakish pout.


“He’sss very powerful,” Eight tasted the air “Be careful Sshorty.”


Harry took a deep breath and looked briefly into the mercury storm of Draco’s eyes, before turning to the Headmaster and looking straight into the headmasters blue eyes.



He could feel someone trying to poke in his mind but he was prepared, he had created his own version of a mind shield that incased his thoughts.



The mind web he had created worked some what like a pratonus he used all his positive energy and would mentally view the thoughts as thread and had weaved a net that shielded his whole mind.



“Malfoy hasn’t done anything to me Sir and we haven’t been up to anything no matter what you may think.” Harry was glad that Draco was good at putting up facades and hid his surprise at Harry not dobbing him in.



Harry was slightly surprised at his answer as well but he couldn’t help but think that every time he saw Draco he would look at him with those eyes and see right through Harry’s own defenses.



“Is that true Mister Malfoy?” The headmaster leaned over his table slightly his eyes glaring into Malfoy’s cold grey ones.


For his own part Draco just sniffed indignantly and turned his nose at Dumbledore.


“Malfoy’s are well respected members of society Sir are you accusing me of hurting the-boy-who-lived?” Draco’s voice was cold and his eyes steady, Harry shivered slightly at the tone that could bring down enemies.




A challenge was presented in his stance as Draco faced off the Headmaster.


“I was merely inquiring about the welfare of one of my students, whom we both know to have had such a hard time in his life thus far. Surely you can’t blame an old man for looking after his students and one that he considers to be part of his family.”


Harry blushed at this comment his chest went slightly tingly and Harry almost cracked a smile.

Dumbledore was right no matter how much he manipulated him or kept information from his Dumbledore was still his family.


Sure he did things that Harry didn’t like or controlled his actions but Dumbledore was doing this for the freedom of people and the Light. When it all came down to it Dumbledore was family, the only family he had ever known and Draco was trying to take that away from him.

Harry was about to speak up but for some reason he couldn’t say anything, the tattoo on his chest burned into him and sent shock waves down his body.

Harry looked to Draco his eyes were angry as if he could sense what he was about to do.


“Be that as it may,” Draco continued. “I refuse to listen to such condescending tones about lies. If you have no proof I believe that we should be dismissed.” Draco started to stand when Dumbledore spoke up.



“Sit down Mister Malfoy! I do not believe that I gave you permission to be dismissed! There is still the matter of the Great hall fiasco yesterday and about Harry’s disappearance yesterday!” Dumbledore’s desk trinkets rattled ever so slightly.



“Well that is easy to explain” Draco stood behind his chair and looked down on the Headmaster who was sitting.



This stance was one of his fathers favourite intimidating poses.



“Potter was having a minor disagreement with that Weasel- sorry Miss Weasely and I was there to help, in return I was repaying a dept that I owed Potter for helping me out of a PRIVATE yet nasty situation with a female last week.


After all such popular names as ours do attract a lot of unwanted attention and we must help each other to stay on top of our social duties? Don’t you agree Headmaster? After all private matters are best not to be spread about for fear of bad reputations.” The insinuation in his voice was plain obvious even to Harry who could see that Draco was threatening Dumbledore in his own unique way.




“Yes well that is all well and said you are dismissed,” Harry stood up slightly in a daze, he had just let go his chance to make forgiveness with the Headmaster and get Draco out of his life for good and he hadn’t been able to speak.

Not one word would spill from his mouth. Eight looked up at him and rubbed his head against Harry’s cheek.


“Don’t worry Shhorty you have a good mate who will take care of you,” Harry just nodded dumbly.


When Harry and Draco were exiting office Dumbledore called out.

“Oh and Harry I must say those are rather nice clothes, I don’t ever remember seeing you wear them before.”

(A.N I was considering stopping it here but I'm in a good mood and it was too short)




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Harry and Draco exited the office silently, when they reached the bottom of the staircase they stood looking at each other quietly.


Harry gathered his Gryffindor bravery and tried to speak, but he couldn’t think of the words to say.


“I don’t really know what’s happening,” surprisingly it was Draco that started the conversation and once he started it didn’t seem to stop.


“I don’t know what’s happening or how it is. I’m not sure what went wrong with the spell or why I can’t find a way to undo it, but what I’m not sure is where all these emotions are coming from and I don’t know how to fix the way I’ve fucked up” Draco took a large breath before continuing “I’m not even sure why I hate you anymore and why I wanted revenge in the first place.” Harry looked down at his shoes as this was being said.



“What do you want to do,” Harry whispered his face downcast, conflicting emotions raging a battle in his mind.



“I-I’m not sure,” Draco murmured, “But I think I want to ... ummm...”


Harry had never heard Draco so nervous before, “Perhaps we could call a truce for the time being, until I find a way to rid us of this curse,”


Harry felt slightly releaved and confused at this decision. ‘Doesn’t he want me?’ Harry wondered and felt like crying. ‘But he wants a truce, that’s a beginning’ he thought.


“I don’t really want that” Harry whispered, unprepared for the brute force that came crashing into his chest.

Harry was pinned to the wall with Draco furious at him.

“You will do as I say!” Draco yelled, “We are having a truce and that’s final! AND you will stay with me for Christmas!” Draco hissed his eyes ablaze with malice.


“NO!” Harry yelled pushing Draco with all his might. “You’re an arsehole! And I can decide where I go, who I want to be friends with and where I spend Christmas! You’re a prick!” Harry screamed before running off, a lone tear dribbling down his face.


‘My god; why am I crying! What am I a girl!’ Harry rushed down corridors until he reached the deserted girls bathroom where moaning Myrtle resided.

Harry looked at himself in the mirror, his face was pale and sickly looking, he had lost too much sleep over Dra-NO MALFOY! Harry rubbed his hands under a cold tap and wet his face.


“Get a hold of yourself Potter! You are a man, stop letting that ponce get to you,” he said to himself, looking his mirror reflection in the eyes.


“Talking to your self Harry?” A voice floated to him, turning he saw moaning Myrtle sitting on a vacant toilet. “You know they say that’s the first sign of madness” she stated.


“You all must be going mad. Everyone in this castle must be going mad. Mad, mad, mad, mad MAD!” Moaning Myrtle yelled and the continued with what she was saying, not caring that Harry didn’t want to hear it.

“Just the other day your friend that looks like a bushy beaver was down here. She stood right where you are too,” Myrtle floated near to him.


“She kept saying things over and over again, looked a bit scared and angry.” Myrtle drifted and sat on the sink Harry was perched at.

“Kept repeating some weird things over and over again. Do you want to know what she said?” Harry nodded slightly, “Make it stop, can’t help it, get out of my head.”

Myrtle smiled a sinister smile.


“You know Harry if you ever die feel free to share my toilets, except if you were butchered into little pieces because that’s gross” Myrtle continued unaware that Harry’s mind was repeating what she had said.


Harry could feel Myrtle's internal chill wrap around his mind.



Make it stop, can’t help it, get out of my head.




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Well I hope you liked it, sorry for the wait.


I'll start the next chapter now and hopefully it should be posted in the next day or two, but I'm not sure because it's so close to Christmas




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