Some Dangerous Liaisons

Hell on Earth! Ya’ll have no idea what I went through to get this chapter done. I know I said I struggled to write other chapters of this story, but this one gave me the straight shits. My gawd! And once you read it, it’s like…why? Most boring chapter ever!! Que horrible!! Merde!! Fuuuckkk!! I boxed myself into a corner with the demon summoning and I haven’t quite figured out how to get myself out of it. Trust me when I say I’m on “a wing and a prayer” on this whole demon thing. I almost threw my laptop across the room. Don’t ever let me do another ‘demon’ story again. I’ll stick to angst, drama and romance (read...sex) :)

Thanks for being patient. (reaching for my shot glass after this hellish chapter experience)

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Total Recall

Draco moved wearily to sit on the bed. His body ached terribly and his headache was pounding away at his skull. The pain inside his chest had nothing to do with his physical troubles. Harry looked so sincere in his declaration of not loving him. Draco fought down the burning anger and hurt threatening to bubble to the surface. He couldn’t afford to have a breakdown now in front of Severus and Lupin. He looked up at the two men standing in front of him. Both of them were looking at him as if he was something stuck to their shoes. He sighed.

“Draco, take these. It will help with the pain and healing these wounds.” Severus handed him several vials from his robes. “Take off your shirt so I can see what else needs to be healed.”

The blonde complied without complaint.

Remus turned his head away, his stomach churning in nausea. Could Harry really have done this to Draco?

Severus drew his lips in a thin line.

Draco’s body was a mass of black bruises and cuts. The dragon tattoo blended in with the ugly bruised flesh. Severus stared at it, marveling at the detail, even though he shuddered in revulsion at the boy’s skin. Severus had seen much worse in his lifetime as a Death Eater. But this took him to very personal memories that he’d rather not recall. His mother’s face rose in his mind, her eye blackened. He quickly re-compartmentalized the image.

Severus cast several healing spells while Draco sat quietly.

Remus looked on, and then broke the silence. “Severus, what is this book Harry was asking about?”

Draco answered instead. “It’s the book that you gave him. The black one that has no title. It belonged to my family for centuries.”

Severus looked up sharply at this. He shot an accusing look at Remus. “You gave The book of the Shadow Vengeance to Potter? Of all the idiotic things...”

“Now wait a minute, Severus! I don’t know anything about this book. I showed him a book that had information about the Vargulf clan in it. It came from the restricted section. Madam Pince personally handed it to me! What is this book, really?” Remus now looked very pale and worn.

Severus answered. “The book contains a banished demon that has haunted the Malfoy family for centuries. The last Malfoy who had been possessed by it had been bitten by a Vargulf werewolf. The last I knew it was in Lucius’s library.” He looked at Draco for information.

“Well, the Ministry took stuff when Father went to Azkaban. I had heard they sometimes donate stuff to the school. I thought I recognized the book when I saw it in Harry’s room.” He looked unhappy. “But I didn’t know what was in it! Father never told me. He just told me to never touch it.”

“I can’t believe that Hogwarts would take a book like that! The book would’ve been checked for dark magic. How could they have missed such a thing?” Remus was appalled.

Draco and Severus exchanged looks. Severus also knew what lengths Lucius would go to keep certain items untraceable for dark magic.

Severus turned to look at Remus. Remus looked dazed and in shock. No doubt he’s blaming himself for Potter’s stupidity, Severus thought.

“Lupin, there was no way you could have known the book was dangerous. It was surely ‘protected’ from prying Ministry eyes. It’s not completely your fault that Potter is beyond control and any sort of rehabilitation to be a decent human being.”

Remus glared at Severus. “Dammit Severus, can you just get over it? That boy has done nothing to you! Nothing! He’s not James!!! You have spent more than twenty years being angry at James! He’s dead, Severus!! You got your ultimate revenge!! Sirius is dead, too!! Lily, ‘that mudblood’ who tried to help you, she’s dead also!! It’s over, Severus! I’m the last one! Unless you count Peter. He’s not long for this Earth, either. Voldemort will finish him when his usefulness wears out. And at the rate I’m going, I’ll probably be dead before you too! So you’ll outlive us all, Severus! You win! But it’s not enough for you, is it? You just have to humiliate and malign Harry as well? Turn him into a bitter and angry young man just like you were? How much of this is on your hands, Severus?? You were the Death Eater during that time! Is James and Lily’s blood on your hands?” Remus shouted.

Severus’ wand was pointed at Remus before he knew it had happened. He was snarling viciously; his black eyes were wild and crackling. The anger, the humiliation, the bitterness, the guilt; all came rushing to the surface. It was true. He hadn’t gotten over any of it. For twenty years he had harbored his resentment of James, who had died before he could repay his life debt. It was his fault that Lily was killed. Harry was an orphan because of him. And now Lupin stood here in his face, reminding him of his guilt, of his failure to save them, his failure to be a mature man and not hate a child. Lupin was mocking him because he couldn’t understand how Draco and Harry could be in love and how they were better than he was because he couldn’t get over his hatred.

Remus stood motionless, staring at Severus. Severus was breathing heavily, his face red and flushed. He wanted nothing more than to hex the werewolf into oblivion. He grasped his wand even tighter than before until he thought the wood was going to splinter. The tension in the air swirled around them; Remus with his accusing eyes, Severus with his monumental guilt, nothing resolved. And then Draco was reaching out, pulling on his arm, and Severus looked at his god-son, whose beautiful face was now black and blue, and Severus saw that love still in his eyes, and his fear and hurt, and the pleading.

“Severus, please. Help Harry.”

And he lowered his wand and he stared at Draco for a moment, trying his best to accept it and to understand.

“Tell us what happened, Draco.”

“I didn’t notice anything was wrong at first, but now looking back there were signs.”

“We’re listening.”

“It started at breakfast, the day after…well, yesterday morning.” Why couldn’t he just tell them the truth?

Severus noticed the hesitation, but he didn’t comment on it. He nodded at Draco to continue.


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Draco started his tale.

Flashback:

Draco stared at Harry when he entered the sunroom for breakfast. He was wearing Draco’s silk pajama bottoms and no shirt or shoes. Although he was stunning, Draco had never known Harry to be that relaxed before. He smirked, and then licked his lips, as he basked in the good looks of the raven haired teen in front of him. Merlin, he looked delicious.

“Well, I see you’re making yourself at home. Thinking of moving in?” Draco drawled.

Harry cut his eyes at him. “It’s hot as hell in here. You need to tell the house elves to get it together. I’m burning up.” He sat down at the table with an irritated expression.

Draco frowned. “It’s not hot. It’s the same as it always is.” He reached over to touch Harry. His hand barely connected with the boy’s skin before Harry turned to him, hissing angrily. Draco jerked back as if burned. Which was weird because Harry felt ice cold.

“Don’t touch me! My skin feels weird.” He noticed the look on Draco’s face. “Hey, sorry I snapped at you.”

Draco nodded. “It’s ok, but you don’t feel hot. You feel cold, actually. Maybe you’re getting sick. I have some Pepper Up Potion if you need some.”

Harry shrugged, not really caring. He then looked down at his food. The plate was full of eggs, sausage, potatoes, bread and some fresh fruit. “Do you have anything that’s not cooked so much? Maybe something rare?”

Draco looked hard at Harry for a moment. “You liked the sausage and eggs yesterday. What’s wrong with it?”

“Nothing, I just don’t want this.” He pushed the plate away, his lips twisting in revulsion.

Draco called out, “Twinkles! Hinky!”

The elves appeared with a pop. “Yes, Master Draco?” They both squeaked in unison.

“One of you bring me my Pepper Up Potion. It’s in my bathroom in the green case. And one of you bring Harry some…” He looked at his lover. “What do you want?”

He blinked in surprise.

Harry had a look of pure unadulterated hatred on his face. He was staring at the house elves. Draco looked at the elves to see what had caused such a look of malice to appear on Harry’s face.

Hinky and Twinkles were both growling lowly in the back of their throats; their eyes bulging from their sockets as they glared back at Harry. Draco had never seen elves act like this before.

“Hinky! Twinkles! What are you doing? I gave you an order!”

Neither elf moved nor acknowledged Draco in any way. Draco banged his fist on the table. Twinkles jerked around and gaped at Draco.

“M-M-aster Draco,” she stammered. “Twinkles is hating to tell Master this, but Harry Potter is…isn’t right.”

Harry snarled. “Don’t you have any control over your elves, Draco? Do they normally insult your guests?”

Draco eyed the elves nastily now. “What is this? I gave you an order and you ignored me! You will punish yourselves immediately! Go and get what I told you! Bring Harry a steak, rare! Now get out of my sight!” Draco was livid and embarrassed by their behavior.

Harry smiled slyly. “Wait, I have an idea on how to punish them.” He got up slowly and headed towards the nearest elf. Hinky cowered away from Harry, his large eyes beginning to fill with tears. Harry’s hand snaked out and grasped the elf by the throat. Hinky squealed and twisted in Harry’s grasp. Harry slammed him down on the table, while Hinky writhed and gasped. Harry’s hand got tighter around the elf’s neck, cutting off its breathing. He smiled as the elf choked and flailed in his hand.

Draco stood up abruptly. “Harry! He’s been punished enough! Let him go!”

Harry turned and slowly gave Draco an appraising look. He didn’t release his hold on Hinky. The elf continued to struggle, but with considerably less energy. Twinkles had thrown herself at Draco’s feet and had begun to sob loudly. Harry looked down at the elf, which had almost ceased his struggle. He removed his hand from the elf’s neck. Hinky lay gasping, his neck full of dark finger nail marks.

“No matter. I have my own elf.” He looked down at Hinky, his lips twisting violently. “Stinking Malfoy offal.” He pushed the elf from the table. Hinky hit the floor with a smack. Draco gaped in horror.

“Harry? Are you ok?” Draco moved toward him hesitantly. Harry was really acting strange. Who says ‘offal’? Harry smiled sweetly at Draco.

“Yes, I’m fine. Now how about that steak.” He walked towards Draco, and leaned in to give him a kiss. Draco moaned into Harry’s lips and Harry sucked seductively on his bottom lip. Suddenly, Draco let out a loud gasp and jerked back from Harry, his hands flying up to his mouth. His sucked his bottom lip in and tasted blood. He looked at Harry in astonishment; his eyes full of pain.

Harry stood there, with a small smirk on his face. Draco’s blood was running down his swollen lips.

“Dammit, Harry! That hurt!” Draco cried out. He reached down to grab a napkin from the table. He pressed it to his lips, noting that the white linen was rapidly turning crimson.

Harry cocked his head. “Then I suggest you hurry up and get my steak.”

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Draco was uneasy the rest of the afternoon. Harry’s steak was not rare enough for him, so he had sent it back. By the time he was satisfied, the steak had practically walked into the room on its hooves. Draco could barely watch as Harry ate the bloody meat. His inner voice was screaming at him that something was very wrong with Harry and that the spell hadn’t been broken.

The house elves were terrified. Within minutes of Hinky’s disappearing crack after Harry’s assault, every house elf in the Manor had heard what happened. Any elf that was summoned after that would stand halfway across the room from Draco if Harry were present. Their eyes flitted nervously from Draco to Harry, stuttering their understanding of the request and would disappear before Draco could barely finish his sentence. Harry would smirk evilly from his spot.

It was early evening when the fireplace in Draco’s bedroom roared with a fire call. Harry had been asleep on the bed and Draco was sitting at his desk, rubbing his temples in furrowed concentration. He glanced up at the call. Blaise’s voice came through.

“Draco?”

Draco rushed to the fireplace. He glanced at Harry, but he didn’t stir.

“Hey, Blaise. What’s up?” Draco said softly.

“I’m coming over.”

“What? Wait, I’m not…” But Draco didn’t get to finish his statement before the fire place roared again. Blaise stepped out of the floo, brushing off his clothes.

Blaise was scowling. “Draco, what’s been going on? You’ve been scarce the last few weeks of school. You’re a hard bloke to find.” He took in Draco’s pale face. “What’s wrong, Draco?”

Draco stood rooted to his spot. Blaise hadn’t noticed Harry lying in his bed yet. There was no way in hell he was going to be able to explain this to Blaise. After all the shit he gave Blaise in the beginning of the year about Harry, how was it going to look that he was now in Draco’s house and bed?

“Ummm…Blaise…” Draco started. The normally eloquent teen was now stuttering. Blaise raised an eyebrow. And then he turned his head.

He saw Harry shifting seductively on Draco’s bed. He was shirtless and wearing a pair of black pajama bottoms that belonged to Draco.

Blaise whipped his head around and glared at Draco, furious.

“You son of a bitch!! You’re shagging Harry!! You bastard!”

“Blaise, it’s not what it looks like! He’s here because he didn’t have anywhere to go for Christmas. ”

“That’s shit and you know it!! And since when do you care about what Harry does? You hate him, remember??”

“I used to hate him, but we…worked out our differences.”

“Worked out your differences?? What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means just what I said. We’re not exactly enemies anymore.”

“And your mother is ok with him being here?” Blaise was floored.

“Blaise, she doesn’t know he’s here. She’s not here.” Draco was not ready for Blaise to know everything.

“So why didn’t you tell me that you were friends with him? You didn’t trust me?”

“Of course I didn’t trust you! We’re Slytherins for Merlin’s sake! How was I to know that you wouldn’t use this against me?”

“Draco, I was friendly with him before you! I’m dating a Gryffindor for fuck’s sake! I can’t believe this! I don’t believe this! And why is he wearing your clothes!”

“Those are his pajamas!”

“Fuck you, Draco!! You’re a lying git! Those are yours! I was with you when you got those, remember?? And I still know you better than that! There’s no way that you would let Harry Potter sleep in your pajamas in your bed unless you were shagging him!! You think I’m stupid??” Blaise clinched his fists. “No wonder you were acting all fucked up before. You wanted him for yourself!” He started towards Draco, murder in his eyes. “You knew I liked him, Draco! And you just shagged him for the hell of it! You don’t even care about him!”

“Don’t come in here acting like you know what’s going on Blaise! It’s none of your business!! Isn’t that what you kept telling me? To stay out of your business? So follow your own advice! This is between Harry and me!” Draco shouted.

“Oh…so it’s Harry, now?? You don’t care about anything, Draco! I knew that you were a cold, heartless bastard, but I didn’t know you would sink to this level! To seduce him away from me? I bet you were the one who confunded me that night!!”

“Actually that was Justin.” Harry’s calm voice floated towards them.

Both boys jerked around at the sound of Harry’s voice. He was languishing on his side, watching them in barely disguised glee.

Blaise made a sound resembling a croaking bullfrog. “What? Justin?”

“Yes, the little Hufflepuff outsmarted you. He confunded you and Dean, so it would clear a path for him.”

Blaise gaped and even Draco looked shocked. “That mudblood outwitted a Slytherin?” You never told me that.” Draco snarled, hating Justin even more at that moment, but secretly thanking him for ruining Blaise’s chance.

Harry smirked at them. “He was very proud of the fact. Quite Slytherin of him, don’t you think? And you never figured it out, Blaise. Tsk, Tsk.”

Blaise’s eye twitched. “I’m going to kill that bastard when I get back to school! No way some Hufflepuff nobody makes a fool of me! And I’m sure he got what he wanted out of it! A right good laugh at my expense! We’ll see about that.”

“Well, that’s not all he got.” Harry winked at the Slytherin.

Blaise’s mouth opened in shock. “Oh, Gods, please tell me you’re joking.”

“Well, at least someone was willing to put out.” He cut his eyes at Draco, who gritted his teeth.

“Hell, I’m willing.” Blaise said. “I’m your man.”

Harry smiled cheekily and licked his lips. He stood up. Blaise’s bottom lip parted from the top one and a ragged breath escaped him. His eyes shamelessly roamed the magnificent body in front of him. His eyes soaked in the chiseled abs, the broad shoulders and the line of dark silky hair that disappeared into the pajama pants. Blaise could see the bulge from where he stood. He had completely forgotten about Draco standing there, who looked totally affronted.

“Don’t even think about it, Blaise!”

Blaise’s fists tightened again. He swung around to look at Draco.

“Why the hell do you care? You can’t tell me that you’re not shagging him! Not with him standing there looking that bloody good! You’re such a liar, Draco!”

His fist whistled through the air and before Draco could move, it connected with his nose.

“AAARRRRGGGHHH!!” Draco fell back, holding his face. “Fuck, Blaise!”

“You just couldn’t leave him alone! You knew how much I liked him! How long has this been going on?” He spun around to look at Harry, who was now standing with his hands shoved down his pants, revealing more of the prize. He smirked at Blaise. The darker teen’s eyes widened in surprise and then darkened in lust.

“We’re not shagging, Blaise! I know it looks bad, but it’s not that!” Draco said, still holding his nose. He glanced at Harry, hoping that he would play along.

Harry’s face took on an icy mask. “Yeah, Blaise. It’s not like that at all. As a matter of fact, I’ve been wanting to talk to you for awhile now. I know that you’re with Dean, so I didn’t approach you, but maybe I made a mistake in letting you go.” He shot a nasty sneer at Draco and then smiled seductively for the caramel Italian. Draco’s breath hitched.

So did Blaise’s.

Harry walked to the Slytherin and roughly jerked him forward. He pressed his lips against his and kissed him furiously. Blaise stared at Harry with open eyes and then he slowly closed them. He began to kiss the Gryffindor back with equal fervor.

Draco stood there in shock. He couldn’t believe that his best friend and his lover were standing in his bedroom kissing in front of him! Harry pulled back from Blaise, licking his lips. “Oh, yeah, I definitely made a mistake in letting you go.” Blaise watched Harry with lusty eyes. He was panting deeply.

Harry moved backwards towards the bed and sat down. His erection was now very prominent. Harry watched Blaise for a moment, and the Slytherin hurried towards him.

It was clear to Blaise what Harry wanted. He was eager to comply. He knelt down in front of Harry.

Rage boiled hard and fast in Draco. This was not happening!

“Bloody fucking hell!! Harry! What are you doing?” A tight fist was squeezing the air out of his lungs. A wave of adrenaline crashed into his stomach, making him dizzy and nauseous. He strode towards the pair on the bed. He would beat Blaise within an inch of his life if he even so much as touched Harry.

Blaise looked up as Draco approached. He jumped up quickly, his body language clearly letting Draco know he was ready to fight for this.

“You’re not going to ruin this for me again, Draco!”

“Blaise, if you so much as touch him, I swear…” He was trembling so hard, he could hardly speak.

“You swear what, Draco? Why does it matter now? You and Harry are cool, right?

Can’t you just leave it alone? I want this!”

“Don’t you already have a boyfriend? What about Thomas?”

“What about him? What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him! And I already told you, if I ever got a chance with Harry, I’m taking it!”

“Not in my house, you aren’t! Get the fuck out, Blaise!” He shoved Blaise toward the floo.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Draco??! Why are you acting like such an ass!”

Blaise turned to Harry. “Harry, tell Draco to leave us alone, please! We can go to another room, ok? He doesn’t want us to mess up his precious sheets.”

“Blaise, I told you to leave. Now!”

Blaise folded his arms. “Fuck you, Draco! Harry, you can come to my house.”

Draco whipped his head around to see Harry standing up. “Ok, Blaise.”

Draco’s eyes seared Harry’s face. He walked over to Harry, blocking his sight from Blaise. Harry leaned over and opened the side bed table. He pulled out some pills. Blaise looked on with a questioning eye.

Harry ignored Blaise and stared intently at Draco. “Draco, relax.” He went to place a pill in the boy’s mouth. Draco clamped his jaw closed. He pushed Harry’s hand away.

“I don’t want that! You think I’m going to let you leave with him? You’re fucking crazy if you think that!”

“I don’t see how you’re going to stop me.”

Pain flashed across Draco’s face. “Harry, why are you doing this?” He lowered his voice. “I don’t want you to do this.”

Harry stared hard at him. “Well, Draco, surely you don’t want Blaise to think that something is going on between us. After all, you said it’s not like that.” He pushed the pill against his tightly pressed lips. “Relax.” He said tightly. His eyes held a dangerous glint to them.

“Harry, please…”

“Don’t make me tell you again.” Harry face had taken on a feral look.

Draco stiffened at the look on Harry’s face. He opened his mouth and Harry pushed the pill inside. “Have another.” Draco took the second proffered pill. Draco closed his eyes as the floating sensation began to take over. He opened them back to look at his lover.

He winked at him and Draco saw a gold tint in his lover’s eye.

A gold tint?

Wait a minute…that demon had gold eyes. Fiery, horrible liquid gold eyes.

Draco’s throat went dry. How could this be? Harry ended the Summoning! That thing couldn’t still be there in Harry, could it? He tried to recall what had happened in that dungeon. Did the spell end? What did the parchment about Tiberius say about the trickery involved with the spell?

“Can I have one?” Blaise asked. Harry handed one to Blaise and the boy popped it into his mouth. “Ohhh…shit.” He murmured. He blinked quickly for several seconds.

Harry turned his attention back to Draco. “Don’t worry about it, Draco. It gets him off our backs, ok? It doesn’t mean anything,” he hissed at him.

Draco noticed that Harry didn’t take one. He found this to be very strange. Harry always popped pills.

“Aren’t you going to have any?”

“No. I’m fine.”

Draco cocked his head. “Really?” He moved towards Harry and took a pill out of his hand. “Take one for me.” He put the pill to Harry’s lips.

Harry twisted his head out of the way. “I said I don’t want it, Draco.”

Draco snapped. He threw the pill at Harry, hard. “This is bullshit, Harry! Now you want to act different because Blaise is here! You know any other time you would be tucking in with those things like it’s really candy!”

Harry reached out and grabbed Draco’s wrist. Draco snatched himself out of Harry’s grasp. Harry lunged at Draco, grabbing his shoulders hard enough for him to cry out in pain. Harry’s fingers dug into him like icy daggers. He leaned close to Draco’s ear.

“Don’t fuck with me, Draco,” he whispered. “I know you’re pissed, but if you ever do anything like that again, the last thing you’ll see is your heart in my hands. That is your only warning.” He let go of him and backed away.

In that horrifying moment of clarity, Draco heaved a great breath. It was like the blinders had been ripped from his eyes. Even though Harry stood in front of him, all Draco could now see was the horrible creature from the dungeon. That demon had a hold of Harry. There was no mistaking it now. The weird eye color, Hinky’s near death, the cold skin, the raw food; how could he have been so blind? Did Harry have that big a hold over him, that he had completely lost his common sense?

This demon had control of Harry. Even so, Harry hadn’t really hurt him or seemed out of control. Maybe it wasn’t too late and there was still time to send it back before things got really crazy. Even though Draco had helped Harry research a demon summoning, he really didn’t know what an actual possession could do to a person. He needed to find out more information on Tiberius and how the family managed to banish the demon. He needed to get back to the library.

It was time to be a Malfoy again. It was time to put his feelings away. He pushed his hurt, jealousy and anger to the unwanted feelings compartment. It was killing him inside that this was about to happen, but he kept telling himself that it wasn’t really Harry. And Harry did have a point. Neither of them could afford to have Blaise blab about their relationship. Blaise’s intrusion was about as welcome as a boil on his ass, but he really didn’t have the energy to deal with him right now. He didn’t want to risk anyone looking too closely at their relationship. Knowing his godfather, Severus would quickly find out about the drugs and eventually the demon. Severus would love to have the privilege of personally escorting Harry to his cell in Azkaban. Severus wouldn’t care if Draco ever saw Harry again.

He pursed his lips and smirked at them both. “Well, fine.” He said irritably. “Just don’t have sex on my bed, alright? Do that on your own time.” He strode towards the door. “I’m sure you won’t mind if I don’t subject myself to this tawdry display.”

Blaise grinned wickedly. “You don’t have to go, Draco. You can join in, if you want.”

Draco suppressed the urge to grab his friend’s jewels and rip them from his body.

“I don’t think so.” He stopped at the door and turned around. His gaze fell on the bedside table. “I think I’m going to need a whole lot more of these.” He walked to the table and took out several more pills. He chanced a glance at them. Blaise hadn’t wasted any time. He was back down on his knees, his head bobbing up and down, buried in Harry’s lap. Draco jerked up and hurried out of the room.

Once outside the bedroom, he leaned against the door. He looked at the pills in his hand.

Now he knew why Harry hadn’t wanted to take them. The pills had been keeping the demon essence dulled this whole time. Now that it was completely released, it didn’t want to be kept quiet. Draco was going to have to come up with some way to get Harry to take them, at least keep him relaxed. Harry was acting a lot more aggressive then normal. He wondered how long he would have before Harry really got out of control.

Draco had to make things right. He wanted Harry back, the real Harry. He shoved the pills into his pocket and headed to the library.

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Draco had pored through just about every piece of information he could find on Tiberius Malfoy. Nothing told him specifically how to get rid of the demon. He sighed heavily and tossed what felt like the hundredth tome to the table.

“Geechee!” He called, rubbing his eyes.

Crack! “Yes, Master Draco.”

“Is Blaise still here?”

Geechee frowned. “Yes, Master. Blaise is still in the Manor, sir.”

Draco narrowed his eyes in anger.

“Is Blaise staying for dinner, Master?”

“No, he won’t. He’ll be going soon enough.”

Geechee gazed at the books. “Is Master Draco looking for something? Geechee can help Master Draco.”

“I’m looking for information about Tiberius Malfoy. There’s nothing here that can help me.”

Geechee’s eyes bulged. “Tiberius Malfoy, sir? Has Master accepted the truth that Geechee has told him? Is Master trying to rid Harry Potter of the demon?”

Draco leaned forward excitedly. “Do you know how to do it?”

Geechee shook her head sadly. “No Master Draco. Geechee does not know how it was done. But Master Draco could ask Tiberius Malfoy. Dead Master Malfoy’s portrait hangs in the west parlor.”

Draco jumped up. “Show me.”

“Dead Master Malfoy will not tell Master Draco anything. Dead Master is most disagreeable with everything. Geechee thinks dead Master is angry at being left alone so long and disgraced.”

“I have to try, Geechee.”

Geechee led Draco to one of the parlors on the first floor. Draco didn’t even remember this room. There were so many in this house. Geechee pointed to a portrait of a blonde man whose hair hung in long wavy tendrils. He wore black robes with the Malfoy crest emblazoned on it. His eyes had dark circles under them and his face twitched with a sort of tic. He stared at Draco when he approached the frame.

“Ahhh…the heir of Lucius. Young Draco, is it not! What brings you to this side of the Manor? You have not so much as graced us with your presence in over ten years.” He eyed him with disdain.

“Us?” The man was in the picture alone.

Tiberius’ face grew dark. “We are never alone. Always there is another.”

Draco raised an eyebrow. “You had been possessed by a demon, right? But you were able to get rid of it. How?”

“Is this the reason you came? To torment me with questions about that? Leave at once.” The man turned his face away from the frame and closed his eyes.

“I’m not here to torment you. I really need to know. I’m researching something.” Draco said.

“Research? Am I a project to you? I am your elder and you will do right to respect that! What impertinence!”

Draco sighed wearily. Why was dealing with family so difficult and tedious? The dead ones were the same as the live ones.

Draco tried a different approach. “My Lord, please. I would really like to learn more about what happened to you. You are obviously a powerful wizard to be able to throw off a demon possession the way that you did. I just want to learn from the best.”

Tiberius puffed his chest out a bit. “Well, yes it was quite a feat and a process, I assure you. Much lesser wizards could not have done so.” He eyed Draco with a new sense of appreciation. “At least one of my lowly descendants recognizes that. I suppose I could grant you an audience. What is it that you desire to know?”

“I want to know how I can banish it once its Summoned.”

Tiberius sent glaring daggers at Draco. “It is not something to be trifled with! I pray that you are not attempting a hoax. Do not play with creatures from the underworld, young Draco.”

“It’s not a hoax. I really need to know. It’s important.”

“You have not been stricken, have you? For the love of Merlin! The book should have been destroyed when I rid myself of that pestilence. Alas, there were those who felt it would be advantageous to have control over a creature such as a shadow demon.”

“No, I’m not stricken. But there is someone who is. Please, I need to know how to help him, to get rid of it.”

“This man, he is a Vargulf? How can this be? The werewolf clan was dying out during my day. I would think there aren’t any left now.”

“No, he’s not. But he was attacked by one, or at least a werewolf that had some of the power of a Vargulf. I don’t really know all the details of the attacker.”

Tiberius appeared lost in thought for a moment. “If your friend is not Vargulf, then perhaps it may not be as difficult to banish the creature. You would need to find the werewolf who attacked him. There are ways to remove the presence. One such way is an ‘exorcism’, muggles have done that for many years.”

“An exorcism? What’s that?” Draco had never heard of that before.

“It is a muggle way of removing demons from one who is stricken. It is a complicated process. You may be able to use it for your friend, but you will need others to help you; very strong wizards. You will need to collect the book from which the demon came from. It is the gateway to its hell. The spells must be put back. How long has the demon been out?”

“It was Summoned last night, it was a dark moon.”

“Ahhh…it convinced your friend to release it then. Yes, that is its way. It is very weak at dark moon, but it helps it to stay hidden, so that the one who is possessed does not alert others to what is going on. It was almost a year before my father noticed that I was not myself. It did things very quietly. It is most fortunate that you know of its existence. However, it will consider you a grave threat, young Draco. You must be careful. This friend of yours, is he a powerful wizard?”

Draco nodded. “Very.”

“He does not love then?”

“What do you mean?”

“If he is a friend of the Malfoy’s then he must be Slytherin. He will loathe the idea of relinquishing the power the demon can offer him. It will be much harder when he fights you.”

“He’s a bloody Gryffindor. He loves everyone. He tries to save everyone from everything. I don’t even think he wants the power. He’s the bloody “Boy-who-Lived.” Draco said, with a roll of his eyes.

Tiberius bolted straight up. “A Gryffindor?? The one who has thwarted the Lord Voldemort??? Harry Potter??”

Draco rolled his eyes again. It was a shame when even the portraits knew who Harry was.

“Yes, the same one.”

Tiberius stared at Draco. “Young Master Draco, how is it that you have become friends with this boy? He is not of Salazar’s choosing. He has defied the Lord Voldemort and has greatly displeased your father. Why do you help him? Surely this would be what is needed to rid the family of his pestilence.”

“It would seem that way, right? Well, I have my reasons, ok?”

Tiberius looked skeptical, but then his face took on a slightly dreamy expression, as if he were remembering something. He looked down on Draco.

“I take it your friendship with this young man is quite secret?”

“Of course. Do you take me for a fool? I am a Malfoy, after all.”

“I wish to know the real reason you help him, young Master Draco.”

“Look, I don’t have time for all that. Are you going to help me or not?’

“No! You will tell me the reason or I will no longer assist you.”

Draco twisted his lips in irritation. Stupid blackmailing portrait!

“We’re good friends, ok? I don’t want anything bad to happen to him.”

Silence from the portrait.

Merlin’s beard! Draco had never admitted it out loud to anyone other than Harry. And ever since that night they had not spoke of it again. He wanted to keep it that way. But alas…

“I love him, ok?? Are you happy now?”

The portrait Tiberius looked delighted. He gazed around conspiratorially for a moment. Then he leaned close to the frame edge.

“There was a lovely girl that I knew once. Anne was in Hufflepuff. She was pureblood, but my father was not to hear of it because she was not in Slytherin. At first, I defied my father and wanted her as my bride. But he threatened that he would disown me. I needed my family because of what I was; a werewolf. I didn’t think that I could do things by myself. So I bowed down to his wishes and lost her. She ended up marrying another boy. After all these centuries, I still think of her.”

“Is there a reason you just told me that?”

Tiberius laughed softly. “I wish that I had been strong enough to stand up to my family and went with Anne. I have regretted that decision ever since. I am most pleased that you are standing by your friend, despite the disdain your father holds for him. Do not let anything come between someone you can call a friend.”

“I don’t intend to. Tell me what to do.”


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Draco walked into the large kitchen. There were five elves there, all working on various duties. They looked up in surprise to see Draco standing there.

“Master Draco! What are you doing here? Is something wrong, Master?” They all chorused, worry permeating each sentence.

“Where is the meal you are preparing for Harry?”

“It is there, Master.” The elf pointed at a rare steak in a large pan. Draco walked over to the pan and took out the pills. He also pulled out a small vial of Sleeping Draught.

“I need a mortar and pestle to crush these.”

“Misty will do it, Master.”

Draco moved away as the elf summoned a mortar and began to crush the pills into a fine powder. When she was finished, she looked at him expectantly. Draco looked at the steak. There was no way Harry wouldn’t notice a fine white powder decorating his rare steak. He glanced at the goblets.

“Misty, make sure Harry gets this goblet.” He pointed at one of them. “He has to drink this whole thing, ok?” Draco dumped the contents of the mortar into the goblet.

“Master Draco, sir? Why does Master wish to drug Harry Potter? Why doesn’t Master simply stun him?”

“Mind your place, elf! I have my reasons for what I’m doing. Just make sure he gets the goblet. I’m going to get him now for dinner.” Draco left the kitchen.

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Draco stood outside his bedroom door, willing himself to go inside. He felt the door knob in his hand, praying that he had the strength to enter that place and do what needed to be done. He prayed that he would eventually have it within him to forgive his best friend and the love of his young life. And himself.

He pushed the door open and entered his room.

Blaise lay on the bed asleep. Harry sat perched at the end of the bed watching the teen’s sleeping form. He hovered at the edge of the mattress by the skin of his toes. It was humanly impossible for anyone to maintain balance like that, but Harry was doing it with ease. Draco’s mouth opened with shock and horror.

Harry turned his head and thoughts not his own continued to weave their way into his mind.

It watched the blonde Malfoy as he approached it and the host. They were always blonde, it remembered. Hair so like the unicorn. This young one was beautiful, like its previous host. The new host was not a Malfoy but this raven-haired boy was quite stunning. It had been surprised.

It had been excited at first, when the werewolf had taken the book from the library. He was not the right kind of lycanthrope though, so it had brooded, silent and angry, and waited for another moment, another chance. Surely there was one who could bring it back. It sensed the boy when the werewolf had passed the book over.

It smelled the Vargulf in the dark haired one and it was excited again. The boy was open and eager to read. He was a wizard, which made it all the better. It knew immediately that he was not a Malfoy. The boy had different blood; part of an ancient line and then blood that came from the tainted ones. The tainted ones feared magic and the power of darkness. They feared all that was not of them. This boy was a mixture of them. It found that very strange. It had only known the ancient lines.

The raven haired boy was complicated. Constant names and images were always twisting in his mind, the anger, hurt and passion always burning just below the surface. Voldemort, Bellatrix, Severus, Lucius. Great anger, enough to create a power that could destroy all in his path. The host could be a great dark wizard.

Sirius, Lily, James, Cedric. Great hurt and pain for these images. Thoughts of them were strong in him.

It was not used to the feeling of love. It was confused by it. The host had an abundance of it for those around him.

The fully tainted female called Hermione. A very clever witch. It had never seen one so clever at that age. The ancient line of red-headed Weasleys. The young female loved its host with all of her witch essence. She was a dangerous one. She would be trouble to it. She always watched so closely. Her sibling was not as observant, but was fiercely protective. He could also become a problem. The werewolf with the gentle soul was already a problem. Remus would know it was there. It had not encountered one like him before. The quiet determination was not the nature of the creature that it absorbed as his own.

There was an even deeper love and passion for this Malfoy. Draco. The boy was full of love for its prison guard. The Malfoys had imprisoned it for centuries. This Malfoy had a dangerous obsession with the dark haired host. He was dangerous to it; to its very survival. Love was a powerful weapon; something it didn’t know how to defeat. Only through lies and death could love be thwarted. The two, enemies and bitter rivals, were in love. How bittersweet. It would make the death of the one by the other an even more poignant moment.

It would not go back to an eternity in a book. Not this time. It was going to survive. It would kill if necessary. This Malfoy was not going to stop it.

The Malfoy was speaking to it.

“I’m sorry what did you say, Draco?” Harry asked. He was still standing on the end of the bed.

Draco was looking miffed at seeing Blaise still on the bed. Harry jumped nimbly down from the bed and walked over to Draco. He pulled his face to his and placed a hard kiss on his lips.

“You aren’t mad are you, Draco? It was necessary. You don’t want him to mess everything up, do you?” He ran a cold hand down Draco’s cheek. Draco involuntarily shuddered.

“Did you shag him?”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t as good as you. Have no fear of that.” Harry looked at Blaise. “He has no stamina, whatsoever. Poor thing, I hope he’s ok.” Harry grinned evilly.

There was something about the way Harry was smirking that made Draco nervous. He glanced at Blaise, who did appear to be unnaturally still on the bed. Draco grew alarmed and headed to the bed. He peered over his friend’s face. He sighed in relief when he saw the chest rising and falling, albeit very slowly and uneven. Draco frowned. He reached out to shake the dark bronze Slytherin. His head lolled to the side and Draco saw a trickle of blood ooze from his mouth.

“Blaise! Blaise!” Draco shook him again. Blaise didn’t stir. Draco stared at Harry.

“What happened? What did you do?”

“I only gave him what he wanted. A night with me.” His eyes radiated gold for a moment.

“It had to be more than that! He’s bloody unconscious!”

“Perhaps I was a bit more rigorous then he’s used to.” Harry stifled a yawn.

Draco clenched his fists. He was having a hard time not hating the man in front of him right now. He wanted nothing more than to go and kick the demon straight out of him.

“Well, you’re no help. And I have no idea what’s wrong with him. Geechee!!”

Crack! “Yes, Master?”

He realized this would look really…odd to the elf. Geechee sized up the situation in seconds. A naked demon possessed lover, a naked and unconscious best friend and a furious looking Master. Would that about sum it all up?

“Is Master needing Geechee to help Blaise, sir?” She turned her bulbous eyes to Harry, who glowered at her. Geechee eyed him with disdain and Harry jerked in surprise.

“You are not like the others, she-elf. You do not moan and wail like a pathetic worm like the rest of your kind.”

Geechee drew up a few inches. “Geechee won’t grovel to the likes of you. Geechee knows what you are. You are a most foul creature!”

Harry’s eyes narrowed to thin slits. “Is that so? And here I thought I was the Savior of the Wizarding World.” He laughed darkly. He fixed Draco with an icy look. “Haven’t I warned you about your elves? If you can’t control them, then I will.”

Draco didn’t want a repeat of what had happened earlier.

“Geechee! Bring us something to eat and drink. Tell Misty to send up what she has prepared.” He gave the elf a stern look.

Harry burned crimson. But then slowly smiled again.

“Kreacher!”

There was a loud crack and the old, wizened house elf appeared. His tattered coverings looked even more filthy than usual. The elf blinked at his surroundings and leveled his gaze first on Draco.

“The great nephew of my Mistress. The youngest Malfoy. This is the home of Master Lucius?” A twinge of excitement rang out from his usually monotone voice. He was apparently pleased by this turn of events.

His head swiveled and he found himself staring into the eyes of Harry.

“Ahhh…this is most unexpected. Kreacher’s unworthy half-blood Master is in the home of the most noble Malfoy. Kreacher does not want to know why unworthy Master has called. Kreacher does not care.”

Draco was appalled. He had never heard such disrespect come from a house elf before. If his father were here, that elf’s head would have been rolling by now. Draco was tempted to kick it himself. How dare it talk to Harry like that?

“That’s your elf? Why is it talking to you like that? Oh, it definitely needs a punishment.”

Harry turned loving eyes to Draco, who blushed in surprise and pleasure. He could almost forget that this was a demon.

“Yes, that’s my feeling exactly.” Harry gave the elf a sinister smile. Kreacher narrowed his bulging eyes. He looked at Harry with uncertainty.

“Kreacher is not understanding this. Unworthy Master is not…alone. Kreacher finds this…strange.” He blinked his eyes at Harry, as if trying to see him clearly.

“It’s not for you to understand! You’re a house elf! You just do what you’re told!” Draco shouted. “Your previous Mistress must have been terrible to let you get away with this disrespect.”

Kreacher turned murderous eyes to Draco. “Mistress was of the most Noble House of Black. Mistress was most perfect. Kreacher is not understanding why young Master Malfoy is consorting with unworthy half-bloods. Master is a blood traitor! Oh, what would my poor Mistress think of these things?”

“Blood traitor?? How dare you talk to me like that! Punish yourself now!” Draco was outraged.

“Only Master can command Kreacher! Oh, Kreacher’s poor Mistress would be so ashamed.”

Draco snarled at the elf and glanced at Harry. Harry ran his tongue over his teeth and then began to grin. “Get your wand, Draco.”

Draco raised an eyebrow at Harry, but went to get his wand. He tried to hand it to Harry, but he waved it away. “Cast it.”

Draco looked confused for a moment. “Cast what?”

Harry didn’t answer.

Draco started when he realized what Harry was suggesting. He stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re joking, right!”

“No.”

“Harry! I can’t do that.”

Harry walked over and stood behind Draco. He leaned in and began to nibble on Draco’s earlobe. “Yes you can, Draco.”

Draco shuddered as the lips brushed up and down his neck, tongue gently licking his skin.

“I can’t Harry. I don’t know if I have the right frame of mind to do that.”

“This elf caused Sirius’ death. You know how mush Sirius meant to me. He was also your blood, your cousin. He lied to me and Sirius and that’s how Bellatrix got to him. If Kreacher hadn’t done what he did, none of this would have happened. It was Bellatrix who screwed up at the Ministry, Draco. That’s why your father is in Azkaban. She didn’t do as she was told.”

Draco eyed the elf with disgust.

But Harry wasn’t finished. “You see how disrespectful he is. He called you a blood traitor. He thinks I’m an unworthy Master and wizard. Am I not worthy of you, Draco? Do you want to find a pureblood instead of me?” He began sucking on Draco’s neck and he reached around to put his hand inside of Draco’s pants. He felt the growing erection.

Draco’s breathing became labored. He turned back to kiss Harry. Harry brushed Draco’s lips with his own. He then reached down and grasped the hand that held the wand. He helped Draco point it at the elf.

“You know you want to, Draco. Cast the Unforgiveable. Do it, Draco, cast it.”

Draco looked at Harry, excitement building inside him. “Do it, Draco.” Harry hissed in his ear. “It’s just an elf. He betrayed Sirus, got him killed. My godfather, Draco. He was my family. Hurt him like he hurt me.” Harry began to stroke Draco. A groan escaped him. He raised his wand; Harry’s hand over his. He leaned in and sank his teeth into Draco’s neck and increased the speed of stroking Draco.

Draco’s mind went blank as the incredible sensation rocked through him. Harry’s hand felt incredible, even though it was cold. He looked down at Kreacher, who was grimacing at the scene in front. “Kreacher is disgusted by this. Blood traitor and half-bloods.” He mumbled under his breath.

“Crucio!”

Kreacher’s eyes widened in disbelief just as the spell hit him. The elf squealed in pain and fell back, twisting on the floor. His ears flopped piteously against the hard marble; the squeals agonizing. Draco found himself breathing hard as he watched the elf twitch around. A delicious pleasure moved through his body, his lips parted and his eyes widened. Harry was nuzzling against his ear, gently nipping with his teeth. Draco shuddered again as the elf wailed. He turned slightly to Harry, panting softly. He removed the spell from the elf.

Harry held Draco’s gaze. Then he reached up with his hand and turned his head back to the elf. “Do it again, Draco.” The gold flecks in his eyes danced with desire.

Draco looked down at Kreacher. The elf was curled into himself, whimpering softly. It was a pathetic looking thing, even worse then his elves. Harry’s hand quickened pace on his member, squeezing the head. Draco cried out, the eruption imminent. He could feel Harry’s heated breath on his neck.

“Please me, Draco. Don’t you love me?” Harry whispered, his teeth sinking hard and painful in his neck.

“God, yes, Harry.” He panted, his hand holding Harry to steady himself.

“Do it.” He jerked Draco’s dick quickly, putting pressure on the head. Harry could feel the pulsing vein as Draco’s body prepared for his orgasm.

“Crucio!!!” Draco’s seed erupted forth in great spurts against Harry’s hand. Harry grinned as Draco cried out in ecstasy, mixing in with Kreacher’s cries of pain.

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Geechee surveyed the room with great trepidation. She had brought the food as requested by Master Draco. The Zabini boy was still out cold on the bed. Her elf magic sensed he was still alive, but had some sort of brain rupture. He needed a Healer right away.

That other house elf, Kreacher lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. He was also alive, but just barely. Every house elf in the manor had heard his cries of being tortured with the Cruciatus. The elves had wailed piteously for their suffering kin. But what could they do? Master Draco was completely under the spell cast by Harry Potter. Well, actually by the Malfoy demon that had been released…yet again, amongst them.

Geechee’s eyes bulged out when she saw that Master Draco was sitting on his desk, his legs wrapped around Harry. The dark haired boy was thrusting deeply into him. Master Draco was holding him tightly, his hands running through the black hair. He was groaning and grunting in pleasure. If Geechee hadn’t known what she did about Harry, she would have clapped her hands in delight. As it was, she despaired at this sight. Poor Master Draco! This was no good.

“Master Draco, stop that! It isn’t being right! Blaise Zabini is needing a Healer, Master!”

Neither boy paid her any attention.

“Oh, god…yes,” Draco cried out as Harry began to viciously drive into him.

“Master Draco!”

Harry turned his head around to look at Geechee. Geechee’s ears trembled when she looked at Harry. His eyes were completely gold. He grinned at her and there was blood in his mouth. Geechee saw that Draco’s neck was full of bite marks.

“You won’t hurt Master Draco!” She cried out. She sent a red flaring spell at him.

Harry hissed angrily and jerked out of Draco, who suddenly went tumbling to the floor. He looked dazed.

Harry sent a hex at Geechee who disappeared with a crack. She reappeared next to Draco.

“Master Draco!! Get up, Master! You are in danger!” She pulled his arm, trying to get him up.

“Geechee?” He wheezed. He struggled to sit up. His head felt so light. “What’s going on?”

“Master! Watch out!” She cried. Draco turned to late to see the spell that blasted him and Geechee across the room. They both hit the hard wall with a loud smack.

“Harry! What the hell?” Draco groaned. His back burned with pain. He pulled himself up again, only to find Harry right in his face. Draco wished he hadn’t looked at his lover right then.

Harry looked positively scary. His hair was standing on end, his lips dripping blood. His eyes were completely gold, there wasn’t even any pupil left.

“Draco. Kill her.”

“What?”

“Kill her now.”

Geechee was back on her feet. She raised both hands and struck Harry. He flew back several feet but landed upright.

“Geechee! Stop!” Draco shouted. He barely missed a red lighted “Crucio” as it flew past his face. Geechee vanished again with a crack.

“Harry!!! Stop it!” He realized that he didn’t have any pants on. Just great. He’s caught between his demon lover and his house elf’s battle zone with no damn pants. He’d be lucky to keep his willy.

Geechee had reappeared on the table. “Go back to where you came from, demon!” She shouted. She sent another hex. Harry moved so fast that Draco only saw a blur. Fuck!!

Draco raced over to his pants and hurriedly put them on. He snatched his wand from the floor and turned to find Harry. Another hex flew past his head and shattered the mirror on his wall. The mirror howled in indignation as its silver shards littered the floor.

Draco turned his wand towards Harry. “STUPEFY!” He shouted. The red light erupted from his wand and flew straight at the target. Harry turned just as the spell reached him. It hit him dead on and he flew back and into the bed post. He landed on top of Blaise, crushing the boy deep into the mattress.

“Geechee! Get the goblet now!” He ran over to Harry, who was amazingly still moving, albeit slowly. He stared up at Draco, hatred in his eyes. Draco swallowed hard.

“Harry, I’m sorry! But I have to do this.” Geechee appeared next to Draco with the goblet. “Bind him, Geechee.” Draco had no idea why the stupefy spell hadn’t worked. Harry should have been out cold.

Geechee cast a binding spell on Harry, but he continued to struggle, although he did seem weakened.

Draco knew he would never be able to get the drink down his throat with him struggling like that. He pointed his wand at him again.

“Stupefy! God, Harry! I’m sorry!” Draco wanted to cry. Harry fell back, but his body was still jerking.

“Dammit!! Hold him, Geechee!!” Draco jumped on top of him, straddling his hips and trying to hold down his arms with his knees. He grabbed Harry’s head and he hissed and twisted violently.“Give him the drink, Geechee!”

Geechee leaped on the bed and attempted to pour the liquid into his mouth. Harry bucked and twisted under Draco, who could barely hang on. Geechee managed to get some of the liquid in his mouth and Draco had to grab Harry’s nose to make him take in the liquid.

At that moment, Blaise decided to start convulsing. Draco had almost forgotten he was there. His attention was diverted for a fraction of a second to look at his half-dead best friend. It was all Harry needed.

Draco winced when the ice cold hand dug painfully into his wrist. He suddenly realized that Harry’s hand was free.

“Geechee!” But it was too late. Harry sent the elf smashing into the fireplace. She lay as if dead. He turned his eyes on Draco.

Draco felt the energy rising before he felt himself being blasted across the room. He hit his closet door, splintering the mahogany wood. He groaned but Harry was on him before he could even finish hurting.

“You tried to hurt me, Draco. I’m disappointed. You’ll pay for that.”

“Harry, please. I didn’t want to hurt you. You’re acting crazy. Let me help you!”

His voice was cut off by Harry squeezing his neck tightly. Draco clawed at Harry’s vice like grip.

“’arry, d—don’t” Harry slammed Draco into the hard wall. He pressed his face close to Draco. He then noticed a piece of glass on the floor. He summoned a piece to him.

“How about I slice you all up? You’re so pretty. Maybe use this to make you not so pretty to look at.” He shoved the glass in Draco’s face, missing his eye by half a centimeter. He felt the shard dig into the side of his face. Draco’s face was blood red, as he gasped and sputtered. He felt so dizzy and the room was spinning. Oh god, he was going to die. At the hands of his lover.

How fucked up was that?

Suddenly, Harry shuddered violently. He let go of Draco and fell back. Draco fell to his knees, coughing and gagging. He managed to look up. Harry stood there, seemingly in shock.

“Draco?” Harry said. He looked completely bewildered.

“Harry?” Draco rasped out, his voice barely audible over his crushed windpipe. He staggered into a standing position.

Harry was staring at him as if he hadn’t seen him before.

“Harry? It’s me.” Draco moved forward.

“Oh, god, Draco!” Harry grimaced as if in pain. He backed away. He stumbled over Kreacher’s body. He looked at the elf with horror. Then he stood stock still and began to tremble all over.

“Harry, I can help you!” Draco was moving towards him again, his hands out, showing he didn’t have his wand. Was he crazy?

Harry reached out and summoned the elf’s body to him. Kreacher’s head bobbed around like some grotesque puppet without the strings. He looked back at Draco.

“Draco…” He whispered.

Then he vanished right out of the room.

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Draco fell back on the bed. The tale had exhausted him. He just wanted to go to sleep and pretend none of this had happened.

Severus and Remus had been rendered speechless. They both looked at Draco as if they couldn’t believe any of what he had just said.

Remus broke the silence first. “What happened to Blaise?”

“I had an elf take him to St. Mungo’s. They called his mother.”

“Is he alive, Draco?” Severus snapped.

“Yes, he’ll be ok. He doesn’t remember what happened, thank Merlin.”

“Oh yes, that’s a blessing.” Severus said dryly.

“And you think for a moment that Harry was himself?” Remus asked.

“Yes, I’m sure of it. He seemed to not know what was going on. I think he may have fought back when the demon side of him tried to kill me.”

“How wonderful he’s so caring.” Severus sneered. Remus cut him a nasty look. Severus exhaled roughly through his nose. “It’s a habit.”

Remus looked back at Draco. “Did Tiberius tell you how to get rid of the demon?”

“Not exactly, but he did say we had to get the book and put the protective spells back on it. And find the werewolf.”

“That’s what Harry was looking for when he came tonight?” Remus said. “Do you have it?”

Draco nodded. “It’s safe for now.”

“Don’t say where it is, Draco!” Severus warned. “He could be anywhere listening. We’ll get it when the time is right. But we have something else to do first.”

“What’s that?” Draco asked.

“It’s time to put an end to Fadien’s business. And go hunting for a werewolf.” He eyed Remus, determination in his eyes.

Remus’ jaw set in a tight grimace. “Yeah. It’s time to hand out some justice.”

The two men headed to the floo. Severus felt a hand on his robes. He turned to see silver eyes blazing harshly with fire reflecting in them.

“I’m coming with you. This is personal.”

Both men looked at Draco, wondering at the malicious glint in the younger man’s eyes.

The three stepped into the floo.


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