Some Dangerous Liaisons

A/N: First, I'm so sorry for the delay of posting this. Between moving and not having my DSL line hooked up, I haven't been able to access this site from work in order to add my chapter. I haven't abandoned this story, not by a long shot!

So, I'm not sure how this chapter is going to turn out. I am not good with describing magic scenes (maybe I'm just lazy), but it is a definite weakness. The next chapter will probably be the same way. I just want to hurry up and get through the next chapter so I can get back on track.

warning: Little bit of sex.

The demon talks in an echo format. I only did it for a few statements though. Just pretend it's still written that way. I got lazy again. LOL. Horrible, I know. Love ya anyway...

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Enter the dragon…exit a demon

Ron felt horrible about not inviting Harry to The Burrow, but he knew that Ginny wouldn’t be able to handle it. Molly and Arthur knew that Ginny had to be the priority. Both were beside themselves with guilt. Harry was like another son to them, but they knew their daughter would suffer immeasurably if Harry were present. Ginny had begged her parents to allow Harry to come anyway; that she would respect his privacy and stay away from him. Molly and Arthur weren’t buying it; especially after Ron and Remus’ reports of her continued instability and Harry’s refusal of reconciliation.

Remus’s reports were not just about Ginny. They were far more disturbed by the reports about Harry. Remus visited The Burrow a few weekends before the holiday break. His grim details of Harry’s behavior during the term were alarming. Not only had Remus told them of the attack and Severus’ findings, but had also reluctantly told them his suspicions about Harry & Draco.

“Are you sure of that, Remus? My God, how could that have happened?” Arthur had been shook to his core. “What is Harry thinking? Surely the Malfoy boy isn’t serious about this! The Malfoys hate Harry. Perhaps this is another plot against Harry?”

“If it’s a plot, then Draco is the best actor I’ve ever seen. They are in love, Arthur. I have watched them for several weeks. I have seen it with my own eyes. Their scent is all over one another. I have no idea when it started, but they have hidden it very well. I have not heard a whisper about them, which is an extraordinary feat to accomplish at Hogwarts.”

Molly had turned white. “Oh, goodness gracious! Do you know what would happen if Lucius finds out, or you-know-who?? They would come to Hogwarts personally to kill them both! I have no love for the Malfoys, but even I wouldn’t be happy to see anything happen to Draco. Remus, you must do something! You can’t let Harry remain involved with that boy! He needs help and if Severus is correct about the poisoning and the dark magic, anything can happen. What are you going to do?”

Remus looked exasperated. “What can I do?? Demand that he not see Draco anymore? Harry would hate me if I interfered in his life like that! He doesn’t even know that I know! And I figure that’s why Severus has not said anything to Draco. Whether he will tell Narcissa is anyone’s guess.” He looked at Molly with sad eyes.

“I can’t tell him he can’t see Draco. I think he already resents my questioning how he’s been doing. I have to give him his space.”

“Then I’ll tell him, if you won’t, Remus. I thought you cared about Harry! How can you stand by and do nothing!” Molly hissed.

“Molly! That’s enough! Of course Remus cares about Harry! I think he’s partially right. If he tries to tell Harry what to do regarding Draco, Harry will rebel even more. But someone is going to have to talk to Harry soon. This is a very dangerous path he is on! Obviously the poison is making him behave in this manner. Has Albus said anything? Harry has always taken his advice. Perhaps he can intervene?” Arthur said hopefully.

Remus shook his head, even more frustrated. “Albus hasn’t said anything! I don’t know what to make of it. He has been gone quite a bit and hasn’t said much. He has been so involved with the Horcruxes. When Severus finally told him about the poison and the dark magic signature, he basically left it to us to handle. Just told us to keep an eye on him! I didn’t even tell him about Draco! And I know that Severus didn’t.”

Molly and Arthur had exchanged worried glances. Aside from the danger involved, Molly was also thinking of Ginny, and how she would react to the news of Harry being involved with someone else. Not just involved but in love and with a boy. And that boy was Draco. She prayed that Ginny would never find out.

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Harry didn’t have much to say to either Ron or Hermione when they left to catch The Hogwarts Express. Hermione had timidly asked Harry what he was doing for the break. He told her he was staying at school and from his tone; he wasn’t going to say anything more to her. Hermione felt that an even greater chasm had occurred between them, but she wasn’t sure why. She had a vague notion of some conversation with Harry that had gone horribly wrong. It was so jumbled and confusing. She wasn’t sure if it was real or a dream.

Ron had awkwardly wished Harry a happy Christmas. After he had received the owl from his mother informing him that it would be too awkward having Harry at the house, he had avoided his best friend. He hated them for putting him in such a messy position. He hadn’t even bothered to reply, so annoyed was he at his mother. He snapped at Ginny, wanting to shake her until some sense fell into her head. But his real anger he directed at Harry, for not trying harder with his sister. Surely he could see that Ginny was suffering. Harry could change all of that by just talking to her. Why was that so hard??

The day after everyone left Hogwarts, Harry Apparated to the location that Draco had indicated. Malfoy Manor was unplottable, so Draco would have to personally take him to the house. Harry arrived in a country village that looked completely deserted. He had Apparated three different times just to get to this place. Then he had walked about a mile to wait outside the inn that Draco had told him about.

He had waited about ten minutes when he heard the loud pop. He grinned, knowing who it was.

“It’s about time! It’s cold out here.” He didn’t even turn around to see the blonde.

“Gryffindors may be brave, but smarts have definitely eluded you. Did you forget you’re a wizard? If you can call yourself that. Ever heard of a Warming spell?” Draco drawled, raising his eyebrow.

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry grinned as Draco leaned in to kiss his lips.

“Bloody hell! You are cold. That felt like kissing a corpse.”

“Are you in the habit of kissing corpses?” Harry smirked. “I knew the Malfoys were weird, but I never guessed they go that far. Yuck!”

Harry snorted and jumped away when Draco went to shove him.

“Come on, let’s go.” Draco grabbed his arm. “Hold on, I’m not very good at this yet, but…”

“Wait!”

They both disappeared with a loud crack.

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Harry slammed to the ground on his knees. He could still feel Draco holding his arm.

“Ouch!! Dammit! I said to wait!” Harry grimaced as he tried to stand up.

“Oh stop whining, Potter. At least I got you here in one piece. It could’ve been a whole lot worse.” Side-along Apparation was a difficult type of transportation. Draco had only tried it once before. He was relieved to see Harry had all of his body parts, especially his…

Harry glared at Draco. “Oh yeah, says the guy still standing on his feet.”

Draco laughed. “Fine, I’m sorry, ok? I didn’t know you were such a baby.” He started walking up a long winding road. Harry limped after him, cursing loudly.

They rounded a bend and Draco turned to Harry.

“Ok, my mother is still here, but she leaves tomorrow for France. She’ll be back for Christmas. You just have to stay out of sight until tomorrow. She won’t even know you are here.” He swept his hand magnanimously toward the hill. “Home, not sweet, home.”

Harry gaped.

They weren’t kidding when they said the Malfoy’s were loaded.

Having only been to The Burrow and Grimmauld Place, Harry had no basis of comparison for any other wizarding home. Draco’s house sat on about a thousand acres, enclosed by wrought iron gates. The immaculate green lawns shimmered with light dew and mist. The pale grey chateau sat upon a sloping hill. From what Harry could guess, it had to have at least fifty rooms in it. It did not look inviting; in fact it looked like a place where someone might go in, but never come out.

He turned to look at Draco, who was watching him with a blank expression.

“Nice place.” Harry said quietly. He suddenly felt uneasy. This was the home of Lucius Malfoy. And Draco; who until a few months ago was one of his most hated enemies. Who knew what type of heinous activities went on in this place. Would his own be any different?

Draco seemed to sense his discomfort. He turned away from him, looking out towards the lonely village.

“Yeah, there’s a whole lot of bitterness inside.” He spoke from experience. He looked back at Harry, his grey eyes icy. “Come on.”

Hary followed in silence. They walked to the gate. Draco pulled Harry close to him.

“Be quick, ok? I’m going to make a small hole in the wards for you to get through. Don’t touch the gate though.”

Draco closed his eyes; his hands out in front of him, silently feeling the magic surrounding his house. His brow furrowed in concentration and Harry could feel the shifting of the magical signature. With an effort, Draco nodded to Harry. Harry walked closer to the gate. Draco put his hands down and joined Harry.

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. “You can’t lower your own wards?”

Draco gave him a look. “Not completely, no. Father’s…wishes. Even from Azkaban he still controls her.” For a swift second, a dark look crossed his face, but then it was replaced with his cool indifference.

Harry looked at him sharply. He sometimes wondered how much he really did know about his lover. Draco was a master of deception.

After getting through the gate, they continued walking to the house. Instead of going through the front entrance, Draco took him to a side entrance, which opened up to a large beautiful garden. Despite its beauty, Harry figured that most of the plants out there would probably seriously injure or kill him. Draco unknowingly confirmed this when Harry stumbled slightly, tripping over an unseen root. Draco grabbed him quickly, keeping him from touching a large bush of what appeared to be roses.

“For heavens sakes, Potter. Be careful. Don’t touch anything.” Draco sounded more worried then angry. He didn’t let go of him after that.

They reached a door and Draco immediately set to work removing the wards again. He opened it, gesturing Harry to follow him inside. They walked into a small sitting room. Draco closed the door quietly. He had barely turned around when two house elves appeared with loud cracks. The elves, one male and female, looked very disapproving of their master.

“Master Draco! It is good to be seeing you. Why has Master left the Manor with no word to Hinky? Why is Master using the side entrance? Is Master not pleased with the front? Is something not to Master’s liking?” The elf looked ready to burst into tears.

The female elf, however, had her eyes fixed on Harry. Her eyes widened in shock.

“Master Draco!! This is Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter shouldn’t be here, sir! Master Lucius would be most displeased with Twinkles! Harry Potter mustn’t stay! Twinkles is not wanting to get into trouble, Master Draco!” She twisted her fingers nervously together. Hinky, broke off from worrying about Draco’s displeasure to stare at this new and worse dilemma.

Draco groaned. “Shut up, both of you! Don’t concern yourselves with who is here. Go about your duties.”

Twinkles and Hinky looked at each other. Both looked like they wanted to disagree with what should or shouldn’t concern them and seemed to be telepathically having a conversation about it. Twinkles looked back at Draco, her large eyes popping.

“Master Draco, Mistress will want to greet her guest. But Twinkles believes that Mistress will be most upset to greet Harry Potter. What will Mistress say to Twinkles about this?” She wailed pitifully.

“Mistress won’t be saying anything, because Mistress won’t know about this! I forbid you to speak to her about it, do you both understand? If Mistress finds out about Harry at all while he is here, you both will get clothes! So you had better warn the other house elves as well. This is your responsibility.” Dracos’ voice carried malice and swift punishment should he be disobeyed.

Both elves squeaked in horror.

“Master Draco!! Please…no clothes, sir! Twinkles won’t tell Mistress about Harry Potter! Please, Master!”

“Hinky won’t tell Mistress either, Master!”

“She had better not find out. Now go. Send Geechee to my room later tonight.”

Both elves vanished with a low bow.

He led Harry through the house. Harry must have passed twenty different rooms before they came to a staircase. There were portraits of Malfoy ancestors covering the walls. Most of them were blonde and haughty, watching them traverse the hallways with raised eyebrows. A female Malfoy gave Harry an appreciative wink.

“Ohhh, Draco. Who is that? Isn’t he a darling?” She edged closer to the painting’s frame, trying to get a better look.

“No one you need to know about, Dezelda. Leave him be.” Draco pulled Harry’s arm. Succubus, he mouthed quietly. Harry started and moved away from the frame quickly; her grin turning into a horrid leer.

They reached the top of the staircase and walked through a spacious entryway. Draco opened the door at the end of the hallway, leading Harry inside his bedroom. Harry tried hard to not openly goggle at Draco’s room. The closet space alone was larger than their whole common room.

A huge four poster bed that could fit an entire Quidditch team dominated the room. Harry barely had time to take it all in before Draco was on him, pulling him to the bed. Harry put up no resistance. Their lips crashed together, clothes were tugged off, erections collided perfectly.

Draco was impatient. Since their confrontation at the owlry, they had not been together. Mid term exams had taken up all of their time. Both Draco and Harry had a lot of studying to do. Neither one of them had concentrated much on school work during their breakup. Harry even less so and for a lot longer than Draco. Draco had waited anxiously for Harry’s arrival, even though he wasn’t outwardly showing it. He half believed that Harry would change his mind and not come.

Now that he was here, in his bedroom, Draco couldn’t keep himself contained any longer. He ached to feel his lover inside him, now that he knew what it felt like. What the hell had been wrong with him?? He never should have denied Harry that bliss.

After several minutes of passionate kissing and caressing, Draco pulled Harry down on top of him. He opened his legs, not looking Harry directly in the eye.

Harry pulled up and looked at him with a questioning gaze. Draco could feel his eyes on him. He looked back at Harry, willing him to not ask. Draco pushed up on his elbows, kissing him again. He slowly wrapped his legs around Harry, pulling him down towards him. Harry’s swollen member nudged gently at his entrance. Draco arched towards him, eager to feel him. Harry needed no more persuasion.

The momentum was slow and sensual once Harry sheathed his full length into him. Draco’s eyes were closed, groaning softly as pure pleasure coursed through him. His hands were tufted in Harry’s hair, gently pulling it. Harry was biting down on his lip, his moans barely audible. The both reveled in the sensation that moved through them. Draco shifted slightly, creating more tension around Harry’s pulsing dick. Harry pushed deeper, pulling Draco out of his slow, sensual mood.

“Oh…please…Harry, faster…!” He panted, straining against him, wanting to really feel him.

Harry reached up and grabbed the headboard, which boldly heralded the Malfoy family crest. Wonder what the Malfoys would say about this little scene, Harry thought wickedly. With the other hand, he pulled one of Draco’s legs up, to give him a better angle. He began to thrust hard into him, his breath coming faster and deeper.

“Don’t stop…fuck…don’t stop…” Draco raised his other leg with his own hands; his own member rock hard between them, rubbing against Harry.

“I’m never fucking stopping…” Harry wheezed, his eyes closing as he felt Draco tighten on him again. He could feel the buildup coming. He had been holding it back for a while now; their separation also causing him a restless need.

He couldn’t hold it anymore. His orgasm hit him almost as a surprise; it came so fast and sudden, like it had missed a beat. He slammed hard into the blonde; the incoherent phrases coming from his lips without a thought.

“Oh…yeeahhh…Dracoooo…I’m…aaahhhh…”

Draco didn’t fare much better.

“Harrryyy…mmmmm…I’m…think…” Draco’s words were lost, as his powerful orgasm rocked him, rendering him speechless. He let go of his leg and flung both arms around Harry, holding him tightly as his seed spurted out between them. He shuddered, burrowing his head in Harry’s shoulder; his body shaking with the pleasurable waves. Harry was still deep inside of him; still filling him.

A few more strokes from Harry and he stopped. He gently lowered Draco’s leg and then collapsed next to him. Draco turned to look at him. He was surprised to see green blinking at him. Harry smiled at him, then reached out with a shaky hand and touched Draco’s cheek. Both were overcome with the gentleness of it.

A loud crack interrupted the moment. Yet another house elf had appeared. Her eyes widened when she saw them naked on the bed. She gave them a wry smile, which was more of a grimace from a house elf. She squeaked loudly.

“Master Draco, Geechee is here to tell Master that Mistress is on her way to Master’s bedroom. Geechee knows that Mistress will be most upset to see Harry Potter here. Mistress most assuredly would punish Master and Geechee for allowing this to happen."

She bowed her head.

Draco sprang up, his eyes wild. A horrible moment came when they heard footsteps in the corridor. Draco turned to Harry and promptly kicked him from the bed. Harry rolled over the side and hit the floor with a loud thump. A low groan came from the now unseen Harry.

“Dammit Draco!” He hissed irritably.

“Shut up! His clothes!” Draco hissed at the elf as he grabbed a robe from the side of the bed. He hurriedly shoved his arms into it as Geechee snapped her fingers and the clothes disappeared. The door opened and Narcissa walked in.

“Draco, I have been calling you. Why have you not answered? Where have you been?” She looked slightly annoyed. She eyed the house elf suspiciously. Geechee bowed low, twisting the rag.

“Good evening, Mistress.” Geechee said.

Narcissa ignored her and turned her attention back to Draco. She took in his odd expression and appearance. He looked flushed, as if he had been running and his hair looked mussed. The robe he was wearing had been thrown on hastily; not with the usual care that he always took when dressing. He didn’t seem nervous though. He seemed…lucid. She looked at the house elf again, who bowed again with a slow insolence. Something wasn’t right here. But Draco was now speaking.

“I’m sorry, Mother. I took a quick walk and then I must have dozed off. What is it that you wanted?” He became aware that he had not had time to do the cleaning spell. He felt uncomfortable and sticky. He shifted slightly.

“I want to discuss Pansy, Draco. This marriage will go through as planned. I have talked with Severus. He tells me that you were momentarily overwhelmed with school work, but that things are better. We are to meet with the Parkinsons during the holiday, when I come back from France. We will be setting a date for the wedding.”

Draco stared at his mother, his mind’s eye going directly to the boy that was lying on his bedroom floor. He could almost imagine the look on his face.

“Mother, do we have to talk about this now? I really don’t want to talk about it at all.”

Narcissa pursed her thin lips. “We will be talking about this, Draco! I won’t hear any more of your excuses. You have not found a suitable replacement for Pansy. Therefore, I am taking this matter into my own hands. You must get married, Draco, and the sooner the better. Sometime next summer will do fine.” She looked as if that settled the matter, her long flowing mane of blonde hair almost touching her waist as she nodded her head.

“You said that I could find someone else, but you hardly allowed me any time to do that. I am in school you know.”

“Exactly, and there are acceptable candidates right there in Hogwarts. You even had a chance at some of the Beauxbatons ladies, a nice French girl. However, you have not taken any time with them at all. I would have heard about it by now if that were the case.” She gazed evenly at her son.

“Well, no, not yet, but I will find someone. I just need some more time.”

“Draco, you don’t have any time. Our family name is on the line and we need to continue its heritage. You must carry on the legacy and keep us strong. Things are rapidly changing, Draco. We have to keep a step ahead. The Dark Lord is steadily gaining in power. We must stay in his good graces, especially in light of your father’s…absence. If he should call upon us…”

Draco kept his face neutral. “Do you think that will happen?” He could feel Harry’s animosity radiating from under the bed.

Narcissa blanched. “I don’t care to speculate on that, Draco. I am not in the…inner circle of those types of discussions. My concern is the prestige of the family name. I must keep the family going in his absence.” She gave Draco a pointed look. “When I return Draco, we will be talking to the Parkinsons. Good night. Please meet me in the morning for breakfast before I go.”

She turned gracefully, her smooth black robes accentuating the paleness of her skin, her long flowing hair shimmering in the light.

She left his room, closing the door behind her. She walked away from the door slowly, her mind racing with her thoughts. Draco was hiding something; she could tell. The house elf, Geechee, had also looked guilty. Narcissa didn’t particularly like her. Geechee was not as eager to please them as the others were and often did as she liked. The only reason Narcissa hadn’t freed her was because the elf was completely devoted to Draco.

Narcissa pulled her thoughts back to Draco’s behavior. She recalled that just before she reached his door, she thought she had heard low moaning; the sounds of sex. Once she entered, she could definitely tell she had interrupted something.

She stopped abruptly, turning back towards the door. Could Draco have someone in his room? Narcissa shook her head. Nonsense! Draco would never bring anyone home without introducing her. Perhaps she had caught him…ummm…doing the teenage boy thing. Yes, that made sense. She had almost walked in on Draco and he was embarrassed. She smiled lightly. Young men. She continued down the corridor.

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Draco watched his mother leave his room. Geechee was still standing by the bed, twisting her towel. He felt the movement from the other side of his bed. He turned and saw Harry’s head appear over the side. He had an unreadable expression on his face. Draco remained silent.

“My clothes…” Harry began. His lips were pulled into a thin grimace.

Geechee snapped her fingers again and Harry’s clothes re-appeared, folded perfectly, on the bed.

“Geechee, bring us some food.” He glanced at Harry, who was putting his clothes on.

Geechee nodded and disappeared.

Harry came around the bed, fully dressed. He had reached into his pocket and pulled out several small items. He placed them on a large mahogany writing desk. He kept his back to Draco as he figured the small items. He had shrunk them for the journey. His mind was not on the task in front of him though. He was replaying the conversation he had just heard. Draco looked at Harry for a moment, then went to his private bathroom. He wasn’t going to say anything, if Harry wasn’t.

The sound of Geechee returning brought Harry out of his thoughts. He looked at the elf, reminding him so much of Dobby. She had a large tray full of sandwiches and several assorted sweets. The tray floated gently to another sitting table. Two goblets of drink appeared as well and settled nicely beside the tray.

Once the tray was placed, Geechee turned around, giving Harry a hard stare. He looked back at her, intrigued. He had been able to see her from his position under the bed and saw her insolent look at Mrs. Malfoy. It seemed she didn’t like the woman at all. Dobby hadn’t liked the Malfoys either, but he clearly seemed afraid of his masters. This elf showed no fear at all.

“Harry Potter is known to Geechee. Dobby spoke often of Harry Potter’s greatness when Dobby was here.”

“Dobby is at Hogwarts now. He’s free of course.” Harry stated.

“Yes, Geechee knows of Dobby’s freeing. Master Lucius was most upset over the loss of Dobby. Geechee was most thrilled at Master’s loss of face amongst the house elves.”

Harry gave her a startled look. Geechee hadn’t even bothered to punish herself by speaking ill of Lucius.

“Why aren’t you punishing yourself for speaking badly of your Master?”

“Geechee only spoke the truth of Master Lucius. Geechee serves Master Draco, now.”

“She will speak ill of me also,” Draco drawled from the door of his bathroom.

They both turned at the sound of his voice. Draco now had on a pair of forest green silk pajamas, the family crest embroidered over his heart. He looked absolutely delicious, Harry thought, but he was still angry. He didn’t want to talk about it.

Harry realized he had to use the bathroom as well. He headed for the door that Draco had just vacated.

Geechee fixed Draco with a concerned face.

“Geechee wants to know why Harry Potter is here. Master Draco has never been a friend of Harry Potter. But Geechee is seeing…seeing things with Master Draco and Harry Potter?” Her ears flapped while she shook her head.

“Is it the dark creature that is with Harry Potter that is making Harry Potter be here? Is it the creature that is making Master share his bed with Harry Potter?” Geechee asked, clearly upset.

Draco rushed over to Geechee, grabbing her and standing her short body on the bed. “What do you see, Geechee? What is the creature?”

Geechee blinked. “It is a dangerous creature, Master. It is not completely there with Harry Potter, but Geechee can feel its presence and hear its thoughts. Its thoughts are not Harry Potter’s. Harry Potter does not know it will take control of him! That is its plan! Master Draco will not be safe if that happens. Master Draco must not let Harry Potter lose control! Master must stop Harry Potter!”

Draco paled. Geechee looked so serious. Did she really know what that creature was thinking? He already thought that Harry’s obsession with this dark magic was ludicrous. Despite his family background, he felt that there were limits on what kind of dark magic should be dealt with. Summoning dark creatures was not on his priority list of things to do. He had to admit he had begun to feel that Harry really didn’t know why he was Summoning the demon. He was always very vague when Draco mentioned it.

Harry came out of the bathroom. Geechee looked at him suspiciously.

“Go now, Geechee.” Draco said loudly.

She looked at Draco stubbornly. “Master Draco must not allow this to happen!”

Harry looked between both of them. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing! Geechee, leave now!” Draco was beginning to get angry. And scared.

The house elf sighed wearily. She disappeared with a pop.

Harry gave Draco an irritated look. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing, Harry. Like what a house elf says is of any importance.” Draco scoffed.

“I can think of a few house elves that have said a lot of things of great importance. Dobby, Winky and Kreacher all come to mind, Draco.”

“Aren’t you hungry? Eat something.” Draco pointed to the table. He really didn’t want to have a conversation about Geechee’s words right then. Harry grunted something in response and headed towards the food.

The teens ate in relative silence. The only bit of conversation that did come up was mostly about the manor. Harry was very interested in taking a look at Lucius’ library. Draco said the house was theirs after Narcissa left the next morning.

When the boys went to bed, Draco made sure to lock the door and put a silencing charm on the room. At first, Harry turned away from Draco, much to Draco’s internal chagrin. He knew Harry was angry about what his mother had said. Draco didn’t have any comforting words for him. He had never heard any himself in his lifetime. He hated to admit that he didn’t have any idea how he was going to get out of it.

Draco lay next to Harry, sleep coming uneasily as he thought about his mother’s words. The marriage was one thing; service to the Dark Lord was something else entirely.

Would he really call upon them now that Lucius was in Azkaban? For the first time, Draco wished his father were here, if for the only reason for him to deal with Voldemort.

Somewhere in the middle of the night, Harry woke to Draco’s leg draped over his. Harry casually massaged it, enjoying the feel of the fine silk. Draco mumbled, spooning into Harry’s back. He then slowly came back to consciousness, feeling the boy caressing his leg. He sat up, looking down on Harry, who hands were still rubbing his leg. Harry looked at him, his eyes and expression darker than the night. But then he reached around and pulled Draco down to him, gently kissing his lips. The silent communication of understanding opened the way for clearly audible sounds of grunts and moans that again echoed throughout the midnight black room.

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Narcissa’s departure the following morning brought a starving Harry down to the large dining room for breakfast.

The house elves had a full breakfast prepared. That fact kept Harry from noticing the nervous looks the elves gave each other. Draco, however, did notice the looks and he was filled with an ever growing dread. He tried to chalk it up to the elves having to lie about Harry’s presence at the manor, rather than accept that all of them knew that Harry was probably going to go psycho and kill them all.

Draco listlessly played with his bacon; Geechee’s words running through his mind. He glanced at his lover, who was sitting next to him, even though the table could have easily sat fifty people.

“So, when are you going to work on the spell? You said you had everything ready now?”

Harry barely looked up from his plate. “Yea, I have everything. It has to be done when the dark moon is at full phase. That’s tomorrow night.” He looked up at Draco then, his green eyes boring into him uncomfortably. “You are going to help me, right? I need you to do some of the spell work also.”

Draco squirmed. His stomach roiled under Harry’s intense gaze. When he had first started helping Harry with this, it hadn’t seemed all that real to him. It may have been because he still couldn’t actually believe that Harry was doing dark magic. He still kind of hoped that one day Harry would just laugh and tell Draco he had been joking all this time. Draco knew better though. Harry was one of the most determined people he knew. He knew this even before they had got together. Harry was renowned for his intensity.

“Harry, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, what’s going to happen after you…Summon it? Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Well, I do have other options, now that I have done more proper research. I can simply Summon it and have it do my bidding. I won’t have to actually bond with it or anything. Although, I have liked the power it has. That’s where my wandless magic came from, I’m sure. I don’t really want to give that up, but if I can get it to do what I want, then that’s better, right?”

Draco sighed in relief. But then immediately tensed.

“Wait a minute, what do you mean, do your bidding? You’re going to let that thing loose or something? The Ministry will be all over you in a heartbeat! There hasn’t been a demon loose in England in ages! You’re going to go to Azkaban for sure, Harry!”

Harry laughed dangerously. “I’m not going to Azkaban, Draco. When did you start worrying so much? I would’ve thought coming from a family like this, that you would be ok with all of this. You’re starting to sound like Hermione.”

Draco sneered. “Don’t compare me to that…mudblood, Potter! I’m nothing like her! And what do you mean, ‘a family like this’?” He glared angrily at Harry.

“Oh, come off it, Malfoy, you know what kind of family you come from! This place is Death Eater central. I know your family has a lot of dark magic items or at least they did. Don’t know how much your father got to sell off though. I’m sure there’s still stuff here. And you can’t sit over there and tell me that you have never cast a spell yourself. So stop acting all offended. And don’t call her a mudblood. She is still my friend, even though we aren’t as close anymore.” Harry bit into a sausage savagely.

Draco fumed, but said nothing more. What could he say? Everything Harry had said was true. But how in the hell did he know that? He didn’t want to argue with him. Everything had seemed to be ok from last night’s little debacle with his mother. He didn’t want to start another row.

But he was becoming more and more convinced that something was going to go terribly wrong with this demon thing. Damn you, Geechee and your words of dire warning!

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They were sitting in the library the next evening. They had spent the day touring the grounds and manor. After a delicious dinner, they had retired there. Harry had wanted to look up one more thing before he went to cleanse himself for the ritual. Harry had been beyond impressed with Lucius’ library. It practically rivaled Hogwarts.

Draco made an angry face. “We lost a lot of things when Father went to Azkaban. The Ministry took stuff. We had a lot more books here then there are now. Mother was able to save only a small part by hiding them.”

Even so, there were considerably more “restricted section” books and Harry went to look at them eagerly. Draco watched this with even more concern.

Harry skimmed over the titles of the old tomes. He pulled a book from the shelf.

“This book is about werewolves. I wonder if there is information here about the clan that died out. I haven’t seen much information on them. Maybe this book will tell me something.”

Draco looked up from where he had been reading a letter from Blaise that had been delivered that afternoon.

“What are you talking about? What clan that died out? Something for that bloody werewolf friend of yours?”

“No. It’s about the attack from the summer, remember?”

Draco had completely forgotten about that.

“What about it?”

Harry smiled wickedly. “Well, Remus told me that the werewolf who attacked me had been dipping in dark magic. He had siphoned magic from an old werewolf clan called the Vargulf that had died out centuries ago. Snape confirmed that there is no antidote for the blood poisoning that happened to them. He thinks that I may have been poisoned by them. It’s not true though. I feel fine.”

Draco looked hard at Harry. “Poisoned? Snape thinks that you’re poisoned? By a werewolf?”

“Yeah, but I don’t really feel any different. So I’m ok.”

“Wait, when did all of this happen? You never told me anything about this.”

Harry shrugged. “Well, I went to Remus when school first started. The pain wouldn’t stop. So I talked to him, with him being a werewolf and all, I figured he could help. So he told me about the clan and all, because there was no way that Nicos could have transformed the night of the party because there was no full moon.”

Draco nodded slowly. “That day I saw you in the infirmary, when Severus left in that big hurry, you were there because of that?”

“Yeah, Remus told me later that Snape had found traces of poison in my blood. He said that the werewolves had gone mad, had mood swings, became dark wizards and could even attract dark creatures. But they died out so long ago. Remus said there may be a handful left in some of the packs.”

Draco had stopped listening to Harry. His mind had stuck on the phrase “attract dark creatures”.

“Harry, what do you mean, attract dark creatures? How do you attract a dark creature?”

“I don’t know. I guess it makes it easier to Summon one.”

Or take over you, Draco thought.

“Let me see the book, Harry.”

Harry brought the book to Draco. He gave him a serious face. “I have to go and get things ready for later, Draco. Are you coming?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute. You can find your way back to my room, right?”

Harry nodded, then leaned down and gave Draco a kiss.

“Everything will be alright, ok?” He left the library. Draco watched him go, not convinced at all.

It only got worse when he read the article.

Draco flipped through the book, finding the pages of the text difficult to read because were so old and frayed. He went over to a large desk and pulled out the charmed Translator. This was a very handy device that was used to translate old texts into modern English and would fill in words that may be missing from old books if enough of the text was still there. His father had wanted one in order to decipher old dark magic spells.

The Vargulf clan of werewolf reached its peak during the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries. This clan was a very rare werewolf breed. The species was reported to be able to transform themselves at will, but were still bound by the full moon transformation as well.

The species was very small in number, mainly because of their well-known instability and affinity for madness, paranoia, extreme aggression and suicide.

Historians of the clan only later found that those afflicted with those symptoms were wizards/witches.

Blood analysis suggests that lycanthropy gene of the specific breed was completely incompatible with the magical essence of a wizard or witch. Essentially, the blood of the wizard was poisoned, unable to harmoniously exist within itself. The ending result was the symptoms aforementioned.

Other symptoms that were common include other dangerous and addictive behaviors. Greed, gluttony, prone to excess in drink, ravenous sexual appetite, mood swings, depression, drawing of animals and dark creatures and other strange behavior.

The drawing of animals and dark creatures warrants more analysis. Demonic possession was a common diagnosis, although some historians feel that the blood poisoning caused the irrational and dangerous behavior, creating the inaccurate diagnosis.

There are several cases that do support the claim. Tobias the Terrible, a fifteenth century wizard from Nottingham, was known to be able to summon demons to him, without conscious effort. He was possessed by no less than ten demons, the final possession ending in his death, when townspeople burned him at the stake.

Gorgana Ellwich, another witch able to draw demons and hinky pucks, committed suicide when a demon tried to make her destroy the village of Hogsmeade. Her relieved family mentioned that Gorgana was always surrounded by strange animals.

Tiberius Malfoy, in 1589, was able to banish a demon that had plagued him since he had been bitten as a child. He claimed that the demon had spoken to him from one of his family’s books.

The chapter went on for a few more paragraphs but Draco was no longer reading. Tiberius Malfoy?? What was the coincidence that he had his family name? Draco jumped up and hurried over to the family archive section of the library.

Each generation had carefully kept records of all the Malfoys; the births, deaths, marriages, etc. The catalogued section comprised hundreds of parchments and books, all filed neatly by year and alphabetical. All Draco had to do was speak the name and his or her information would appear before him.

“Tiberius Malfoy.”

A long parchment appeared with a pop in front of him. Draco skimmed the words quickly. Tiberius had been bitten by a Vargulf when he was twelve. Immediately after that, he had been drawn to a book that was in the family library. It was discovered that the demon had previously been banished to the book and was part of a dark magic spell. The spell wouldn’t bring the demon out completely, but the demon was powerful and clever and had tricked Tiberius into releasing it, by possession. That was the trick. Once the entire spell was done, the demon already possessed the castor. The demon possessed him for a number of years, until finally it had been banished again.

To the same book.

The parchment had a picture of the book. It was a black tome with nothing written on the cover.

Draco knew he had seen that book before. It had been in his father’s library. Lucius had always warned him never to touch it. Draco knew his father had paid a lot of money to have certain dark objects charmed to give false magical readings. It was very expensive to have done and finding someone who was that skilled in dark magic was almost impossible, but Lucius had found someone. His father had been very protective of that book and some others. He had heard that the Ministry donated books and other items to Hogwarts sometimes.

Draco suddenly remembered that Harry had told him that Lupin had given him the book and it came from the restricted section.

How crazy was it to believe that the Ministry had gotten its hands on that book when they raided his house, checked it for dark magic, found none, and donated it to Hogwarts?

Draco knew that something had been wrong with this plan from day one. There was no way in hell that Harry had come up with this demon idea on his own. Harry was too straight laced for such a dangerous plan. He was a Gryffindor for God’s sakes!

The demon had been manipulating this from day one. That’s what Geechee meant!

The parchment fluttered noiselessly to the floor as Draco sprinted from the library.

He had to find Harry.

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Harry stood in the lower dungeon room that he had selected to perform the Summoning. The blood red robes he wore stood out in stark contrast to the dank and gloom of the underground.

He painstakingly had hand written all of the symbols and runes on the floor and was now placing a bowl, stones, a small knife and some sort of potion in a vial.

It was impossible to tell the time down there, but Harry was not concerned. He seemed to just know what to do and the time.

(Do not let anyone interfere. They know not what they speak. It is only a trick.)

Harry wasn’t sure where the thoughts were coming from, but it was getting stronger. He was almost glad that Draco was not around. He would have preferred to do this alone, but it was easier if there were another wizard present to assist in this type of magic. Harry was going to have the demon do his work for him, as it was done in the old way. Playing around with the demon’s power had been exhilarating, but he had been slowly losing the battle to control it. He was cognizant enough to realize that.

The drugs didn’t help much anymore. He had been taking more and more of them just to attempt to feel normal. The dreams had become worse. The last week of school had been hell, especially after the confrontation with Draco at the owlry and Hermione. It had taken all of his will power to not hurt or rape Draco that night. Hermione’s actions had started a fury in him that rivaled his hatred of Voldemort. Harry had actually been afraid of what he might have done to Hermione had he not been able to rein in the anger.

He decided that he had had enough of the demon in his system. He felt an overwhelming feeling that it was time to start. He fought against it for a moment.

Where the hell was Draco?

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He was too late.

A series of events which could have only have been manipulated by dark forces had all happened to Draco the moment he left the library.

He had twisted his ankle and fell to his knees on the trick flag stone outside the library entrance. He had known about that stone since he was three. Why he had to fall victim to it now was suspicious at best.

He limped along, cursing loudly. A fight between two house elves had sent one of them slamming into his back painfully as he hobbled by the parlor. The elves, who had then attached themselves to his feet and groveled, all the while crying piteously, had delayed him by another five minutes. He reached his room, only to find that Harry was gone.

Narcissa took that inopportune moment to stick her head out of his fireplace to find out how he was doing.

The conversation turned into a shouting match, something he had never had with his mother before. She informed him that she was coming home immediately, that he was obviously on some kind of “drugs” and she was going to find out who was responsible.

Draco panicked, took a chapter about groveling from the house elves and kissed Narcissa’s ass.

Thirty minutes later, Draco was painfully sprinting to the dungeons, trying desperately to remember which room Harry had picked in that labyrinth of doom.

Draco suddenly felt a massive surge of heat. He had come to the right place. He continued down the musty corridor, trying not to notice that live things were scurrying all around him. As a matter of fact, everything was moving towards him. It was a mass exodus away from the direction of the heat. Draco found the door he was looking for. He could hear Harry’s low murmur and could feel the rising magic swirling all around.

Draco entered the chamber.

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The minute he entered he instantly began sweating. It felt like it was a thousand degrees in the room. The room shimmered with the heat; its rays rising from the floor. He immediately sought Harry out, which was difficult now that sweat was pouring into his eyes. He pushed the sweat and hair from his face.

He wished he hadn’t.

A pair of eyes the color of pure molten gold and were sizzling like water on hot coals were inches from his face. Draco gaped in horror as an indescribable hideous beast stared malevolently at him. The heat and stench from the creature was unbearable. Draco fell back, gasping, his heart racing.

“IIII kkknowww youuuu, wwwiwzard. Youuuu aaare theee loooover. Aaanndd aaaa Malfoy. Ohhhh, III hhhave taaaasted youuuu. Yourrrr scenttt haunteddd meee anddd theee hosttt. Cooommmeee, wwwizard, withhh theee hairrr offf theee unicornnn, lettt meee feastttt uponnn youuuu againnnn. III cannn showww youuuu pleasuresss thattt nooo mortalll coulddd.”

The demon’s voice rang in his head, shaking his bones. It was almost like listening to a guitar string being plucked. The vibration was a very low timbre, deep and growling. It echoed in his head.

A long slithery tongue whipped out of the demon’s mouth and ran up the side of his face.

Draco groaned in disgust, pushing away the offending phallic symbol. His hands instantly burned with a pain worse than the Cruciatus. He cried out, as his fingers turned a bright angry red. He fell back, his eyes bulging as he watched the skin of his fingers peel away in red ribbons.

“Leave him! Let us conclude our business, demon.” Harry’s voice rang out, strong and true in the room.

The demon snarled softly; its large canines clicking together in a shrill whine.

“Wiizzaardd, yyoouuu aaarree bbutt aa ccchilldd. Yyyouuu caannoottt ccoonntrooll meee.”

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t underestimate what I am capable of, demon. I am no ordinary wizard.”

“YYeessss, III haaavvee seeenn ttthee cooonnecction wwwiitthhh VVolddeemoorttt. HHeee iisss pppooowweerrfuul. YYouuu wiilll ffaaiilll, wiiizzaarddd.”

“I won’t fail, and you will do my bidding.” Harry moved closer to it, his eyes locked with it.

The demon twisted its head around, so that it sat upside down on its black shiny neck.

Harry watched this with calm disinterest; Draco forced himself to move to Harry’s side, watching the demon with sickening fascination.

“Harry,” he whispered. “You must send it back. This demon is dangerous. It’s making you do this! It’s a trick!”

Harry turned blank eyes to Draco. Draco realized that Harry was in some sort of trance. He reached out to shake him roughly.

“Harry!! Harryyyy!! Snap out of it!!”

His eyes didn’t change.

The demon was speaking again.

“I am bound by the spell to do your bidding. But I do not kill, which is what you want. You have already stolen power from me, wizard. But…” it hesitated. “I know your other secret thoughts. You want…power and vengeance. I can give you both. Much more than what you have now. ”

“What is your price?”

The demon turned molten eyes to Draco. “There is no price. I will be free from the ones of the unicorn hair.”

“How will you be free? I am not letting you loose! I don’t know how to free you. You were banished then?”

“Yes, I am banished, but that is inconsequential. Complete the ceremony, wizard.”

“NOOOOOOOOOO! Harry!! It’s a trick! Don’t listen to it!!”

“I am not freeing you! You would only be hunted down and banished again. This is no longer your time. Things are different now.”

“I am timeless, wizard. But the spell must be completed. I will give you your vengeance. Speak the words.”

Harry looked hard at the demon, trying to figure out its angle. Something was wrong here.

He began to pull away from the mind connection with the demon. He physically stumbled back, gasping for air.

Draco saw that Harry’s color had come back to his face. He grabbed Harry’s face and turned it to face him again. His eyes were green again. He wanted to pull him away from this horrible creature. This was madness. But he was rooted to the spot, unable to force his body to move at all.

“Harry, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Draco, I can hear you.”

“Harry, you can’t do this! The demon is lying to you! You must send it back.”

“What?”

“I found out about it! It lies, to trick you into releasing it! Send it the fuck back!! Now!!”

Harry stared at Draco’s pale face. He looked terrified. Harry blinked slowly, almost as if coming out of a fog. He turned to look at the demon, who was watching the exchange with rabid interest.

“For Merlin’s sake, Harry! Please! Trust me! Send it back! End the fucking spell!”

Harry whispered the incantation to end the Summoning. The demon stared at him in surprise.

“Wizard!! Complete the spell! You will have your revenge! The Malfoy lies to you! He will not be able to help you! Only I can do that!” It was fully erect, its long sleek body looking reptilian and dog-like at the same time. The canines were snapping menacingly at them.

There was a great ball of intense heat that filled the room. Both Harry and Draco were knocked to the hard floor, writhing in intense agony. The heat felt as if their skin was melting off.

There was a whirring noise, almost like wings overhead and Harry felt an odd sensation flow over him. His blood felt cool, like ice had invaded him. Then there was nothing.

After what felt like hours, but was only a few minutes, they both sat up, staring at the empty room in wonder.

Draco felt like weeping in relief. Thank Merlin that thing was gone. He looked at Harry, who was sitting dazed on the floor, rubbing his head.

“Harry, are you alright?” Draco crawled to him.

“Yes, oh God, Draco! What did I almost do?” He was shaking, silent tears running down his cheeks.

“Shit!” Draco laughed weakly. “Let’s get the fuck out of here! I need a strong drink after that!” He jumped to his feet, pulling Harry up with him.

Harry looked at Draco, then pulled him to his chest in a huge embrace. “Draco, thank you! I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t shown up! I was almost ready to listen to it.”

Draco kissed Harry’s lips softly. “I’ll fill you in on what I found out about it. Come on.”

They left the dungeon.

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After an intense fucking session, Draco rolled over exhausted. He fell asleep instantly. Harry lay next to him, a small smile on his lips. He loved Draco with all of his heart. It was too bad that he was going to have to kill him now.

Harry closed his golden eyes.