Non Time, O Parve Mage

“Harry?” Draco said tentatively as he put his hand on the door to the burrow as to prevent his opening it for a moment.
“Yea?”
Draco bit his lip and took a step closer toward him. “I…” he trailed off and looked toward the garden where he heard a distinct rustling. Probably garden gnomes.
“…yes…?” Harry said, exhausted from the night’s events.
Draco turned back to Harry and bowed his head. “I…I am sorry.”
Harry raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
“Everything.” Draco added sincerely. “For being so…selfish. I know you care about me, but I just kept you at arm’s length and I’m sorry.”
Harry smiled warmly. “Draco, you had good reason. There is no reason for you to be sorry.”
“But I am.” He looked up at Harry. “I really do care for you; you know…It’s just…”
Harry took a step toward him, and looked at him expectantly. Their noses were almost touching.
“just what?”
“It’s you. You’re too good for me. You are a good, loving, noble person, and I don’t deserve you. You deserve to be with someone at least half as good as—“
Draco could not finish his sentence. Before he could say “you are, Harry”, he had been pulled by the back of the neck in a deep kiss. It was not passionate, nor desperate. It was merely an acknowledgement of what both boys felt at just that moment. Gratitude merely to be so lucky as to be within each others’ embrace.
It was Harry who broke away. Hand still placed tenderly at the nape of Draco’s neck, he released them from the sweetest kiss either of them had ever shared.
“I love you, Draco Malfoy—“
“Ha—“he tried to interject.
Harry ignored him, and put both hands on either side of his porcelain face.
“Look at me—look at me Draco!”
Draco bit his lip and looked resignedly into Harry’s emerald eyes.
“I love you, Draco Malfoy. Do you hear me? I love you.”
Silent tears were now falling from Draco’s eyes as he tried to look away, but could not.
“I love you, and I will never stop loving you. I will never hurt you. I love you too much. Do you understand? I don’t care what false expectations you have of my non-existent perfection. I am perfect only when I am around you. I love you!”
Draco broke away from his hands, and considered apparating away…far away. He did not. Instead, he turned back to face Harry. He licked his lips, fell back into his arms and kissed him, hard, on the lips. Harry responded by moving his hands to the small of Draco’s back, and pulling him closer toward him. They stopped their feverish kissing a moment, leaning their foreheads against each other, and just breathing each other in.
“Harry…”
Harry looked up at him dazedly.
Draco smiled, leaned over and whispered in his ear, “I love you too,”
Harry beamed and pulled the other boy in for another passionate kiss. He pulled away, still grinning, and stared into Draco’s silver eyes. “Do you really?”
Draco responded by pulling Harry’s hand from his back, entwining it with his own, and affectionately kissing the knuckles. “More and more every moment.”
More rustling in the garden.
Harry was about to respond when several men in hooded black robes strode out of the garden, wands out. They had a startled Remus, Sirius, Molly, Arthur, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione bound and gagged behind them.
Before Harry and Draco could pull out their wands…
“Expelliarmus!” Came a cold, harsh voice.
Harry and Draco looked in terror to find Voldemort with his wand pointed at not Harry’s, but Draco’s heart.
“Well…” he began, “Isn’t this just delicious.” He snapped his fingers, and several more death eaters came out from the side door of the burrow. Another snap of his fingers, and Harry and Draco were both bound and gagged by painfully thread-like ropes.
Voldemort strode toward the pair, glaring daggers at the helpless Draco.
“Crucio,” he hissed. At once, Draco began writhing against his bonds. Harry was screaming curses at Voldemort and reassurances at Draco, but neither could be heard. Voldemort ceased the curse and smiled. “You really are to tempting when bound and gagged, screaming in pain, you know that?” he said contemptuously. He smiled, and strode toward Draco. He lifted him with one hand by the collar of his shirt to his face. “Boy, I am going to have fun with you.” He hissed, throwing him back to the ground. Voldemort turned back to the twenty-or-so death eaters and shouted, “Bring them back to the castle!”
~*~
Harry was thrown onto a stone floor in what looked like a rather ornate bedroom. It was decorated much in the manner of the Slytherin rooms of Hogwarts, only instead of decorated S’s, the tapestries bore ornate V’s. It was Voldemort’s own fortress.
Only shortly after he was thrown in the room, he was roughly escorted out by several death eaters to a grand dining room of some sort. Seated at the head of the table, was Voldemort. Next to him was Draco, who was sporting a black eye and a cut lip. On the same side as Draco, were seated Sirius, Remus, Arthur, Molly, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. On the side opposite were thirteen death eaters.
Harry’s escorts sat him down at the head of the table, opposite Voldemort, who was resting his chin on his fingers, looking quite contented. With a flick of his wand, he healed the wounds on Draco’s face, who recoiled at the contact.
Voldemort ignored this, and stood from the table. He walked steadily toward Harry, and casually, rested his hands on either side of his chair. He looked down at him and smiled.
“You know, Harry—if I may call you Harry—now that Dumbledore is dead, I can capture you anytime I want. All I have to do is catch you snogging ingenuously on someone’s front porch.”
The death eaters laughed from beneath their hoods.
Harry struggled to rise from his chair, but could not.
“Oh, don’t bother. These chairs are enchanted such that if the sitter wishes to do any immediate harm to me, they cannot rise. Clever of me, really.”
Voldemort pulled out his wand, and was just about to curse Harry into oblivion, when Draco stood.
“Please,” He begged, “don’t do this. Don’t’ kill him.”
“Don’t kill Harry Potter.” He stated in disbelief.
“Just…” he began, “Just don’t hurt any of them. Let them go. I—I’ll…”
Voldemort sighed and straightened himself. “You’ll what?” he demanded.
***You are powerful, Draco***
Draco straightened himself and softened his eyes. He then did something he never would have thought himself capable of doing. He began to send memories of himself naked, and chained to a bed and the dark lord ravishing him to Voldemort’s subconscious.
He began to walk slowly over to him, and as he did so, he said, “I will make a trade.”
Voldemort licked his lips as unexplained memories of his summer moments with Draco flooded his mind. “Oh? What kind of trade?”
“I will exchange myself for the safe return of the others home. You said it yourself; you can capture them any time you wish, as you have more than proved tonight.”
“And why would I wish to trade one prisoner for several…including that one prisoner?” He spat.
“Because…” he began, trying his damnedest to look at anything other that Harry, who was turning blue because he just figured out what Draco planned to do.
“Because I will give myself to you willingly…” He took another step toward Voldemort, “ entirely,” He paused only six inches away from him. He stared as seductively as he could into his scarlet eyes and continued, “…and exclusively.”
Voldemort quickly hid his lust for the younger man and licked the beading sweat from his upper lip. Only Harry, Voldemort and Draco knew what Draco had meant, and Harry couldn’t move if he wanted to. He was merely staring at Draco, trying to find some reassurance that he didn’t mean what he was saying—that everything was going to be all right. But, everything was not going to be alright, because Draco had exercised his powers of persuasion well, and before he knew it, he and the rest of his family were being escorted to the fire place to be flooed to the burrow…leaving behind a vulnerable Draco, and a sadistic Voldemort.