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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Adult
Chapters:
9
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2,313
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6
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Captured
No own HP just borrowing people from it for some fun…
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Chapter 2: Captured
I had been four weeks, four whole weeks of /nothing/. Why wasn’t anyone writing? What had they suddenly decided that he was not important enough to bother with? His fist slammed into his desk in anger. “Fuck them” he mumbled glaring at the now cracked desk and his throbbing hand. He lifted his fist turning it towards his face so he could examine the damage, wincing as he did so. He had cracked his knuckles so hard against the hard wooden desk that he had caused them all to bleed from cuts they had received when the desk had cracked. “Well that was just bloody fucking wonderful Potter.” He told his self as he narrowed his gaze at his hand “Great now I am talking to my self and referring to my self in not only third person but by my last name”.
He looked around his cluttered room his eyes landing on the sweater he had gotten from Mrs. Weasley last Christmas. “I need to get out of here” he stated again talking to himself and the empty room. Grabbing up the rag that he had earlier used to polish his firebolt he headed out of his room slamming the door shut behind him. He headed down the stairs glaring at Dudley when his cousin approached him, flipping of the pig of a boy and pulling his wand from his pocket when the other boy did not get the hint.
After a moment of glaring at the other boy, cracking his still bleeding knuckles when he clenched them even tighter, and holding up his wand pointing the tip at the other’s heart. The look of fear that flashed over the other by’s face only served to father annoy him, he didn’t need more fear he had had enough of that look. It had haunted him for weeks now that look of fear and pain on Cedric’s face or at least his body’s face. When Dudley still had not moved Harry shoved past him and throwing open the door he stormed out slamming the door behind him.
He had had enough of all of it. He had had it with the Dursleys, with the lack of anything from his friends, with Dumbledore and his stupid rules, and even with Voldemort. He had expected something, /anything/, from someone before now, but noooo what did he get? He got exactly shit. He knew he was probably acting a bit childish, but he didn’t care he needed someone to talk to.
He turned his gaze down to his hand when he felt something wet start to run down his fingers and spotted the blood form his injured knuckles coating his fingers. Jamming his wand back into his pocket he wrapped the cloth he still had in the hand around in the injury hissing a bit as the polish that was still on the cloth got into his wounds. Using his teeth and uninjured hand he tied the ends of the cloth together holding it better into place before clenching his hand a couple of times to make sure it was going to stay in place till he could more properly bandage it.
Sure that that was done he lifted his gaze to look around and frowned slightly as he realized how far he had come, he hadn’t realized he had been walking that fast or that long which ever it happened to be. He sighed and dropped down onto the sidewalk beside him pulling his knees towards his chest then resting his arms on his knees and his head on his arms. Why were they doing this to him?
Hearing the soft sound of shoes on concrete he lifted his head looking towards the sound. He narrow his gaze at the approaching figure trying discern who the person was. He frowned when he realized that the person was wearing a hooded cloak, what so were the Muggles stupid now too?
He continued to watch the person as they came towards him and by the time they got close enough for him to realize that the person was not only wearing a black cloak but they also had on a mask it was too late. The person raised the wand and pointing it at him mumbled something he couldn’t hear, but the next thing he knew a red flash came towards him and the world around him quickly became dark.
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Groaning as he attempted to turn over Harry blinked his eyes open only to jump to his feet and then back a good foot or so in surprise as he did so. “Malfoy?” he questioned making sure he was really seeing who he thought he was seeing, and what was that look that the other boy was giving him about?
“Yes Potter. You are in the dungeons of my house. You managed to get yourself caught by one of the Deatheaters who brought you here under the Dark Lord’s orders.” Draco replied not realizing that he had actually just spoken decently to the other boy.
“Ummm ya sure. Are you feeling ok Malfoy?” Harry replied backing away from the other boy till he hit the stonewall of his cell. ‘Ok what is wrong with Malfoy, he was just almost decent to me, Malfoy is never even close to decent, ok who made the clone.’ His mind said as glanced at the iron bars behind the other boy confirming what he had just been told.
Draco raised an eyebrow at the other’s question. Was he ok? What did they have to do with anything. He had just told Harry that he had been captured by a deatheater and was now in his dungeon, and…Fuck, he had done it again. He had just called Potter Harry again, over this last month he had started doing that far to often for his liking well at least eh hadn’t slipped up yet and said it out loud. “What does that have to do with anything Potter? I tell you that you are in a dungeon in my house because you got your self captured and all you can do is ask if I am ok?” he question aloud.
Harry nodded dumbly “umm ya” he managed having been thrown into a somewhat state of shock by the lack of insults and names this time.
“Very well Potter. I have been put in charge of your care, so I will be back.” Draco replied as he turned around and headed for the door “Oh and don’t bother trying to escape, you wand has been taken.” He added before taking the last couple of steeps and closing the iron door behind him.
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WEEEEEEEE Draco is having problems, R&R anyone?
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Chapter 2: Captured
I had been four weeks, four whole weeks of /nothing/. Why wasn’t anyone writing? What had they suddenly decided that he was not important enough to bother with? His fist slammed into his desk in anger. “Fuck them” he mumbled glaring at the now cracked desk and his throbbing hand. He lifted his fist turning it towards his face so he could examine the damage, wincing as he did so. He had cracked his knuckles so hard against the hard wooden desk that he had caused them all to bleed from cuts they had received when the desk had cracked. “Well that was just bloody fucking wonderful Potter.” He told his self as he narrowed his gaze at his hand “Great now I am talking to my self and referring to my self in not only third person but by my last name”.
He looked around his cluttered room his eyes landing on the sweater he had gotten from Mrs. Weasley last Christmas. “I need to get out of here” he stated again talking to himself and the empty room. Grabbing up the rag that he had earlier used to polish his firebolt he headed out of his room slamming the door shut behind him. He headed down the stairs glaring at Dudley when his cousin approached him, flipping of the pig of a boy and pulling his wand from his pocket when the other boy did not get the hint.
After a moment of glaring at the other boy, cracking his still bleeding knuckles when he clenched them even tighter, and holding up his wand pointing the tip at the other’s heart. The look of fear that flashed over the other by’s face only served to father annoy him, he didn’t need more fear he had had enough of that look. It had haunted him for weeks now that look of fear and pain on Cedric’s face or at least his body’s face. When Dudley still had not moved Harry shoved past him and throwing open the door he stormed out slamming the door behind him.
He had had enough of all of it. He had had it with the Dursleys, with the lack of anything from his friends, with Dumbledore and his stupid rules, and even with Voldemort. He had expected something, /anything/, from someone before now, but noooo what did he get? He got exactly shit. He knew he was probably acting a bit childish, but he didn’t care he needed someone to talk to.
He turned his gaze down to his hand when he felt something wet start to run down his fingers and spotted the blood form his injured knuckles coating his fingers. Jamming his wand back into his pocket he wrapped the cloth he still had in the hand around in the injury hissing a bit as the polish that was still on the cloth got into his wounds. Using his teeth and uninjured hand he tied the ends of the cloth together holding it better into place before clenching his hand a couple of times to make sure it was going to stay in place till he could more properly bandage it.
Sure that that was done he lifted his gaze to look around and frowned slightly as he realized how far he had come, he hadn’t realized he had been walking that fast or that long which ever it happened to be. He sighed and dropped down onto the sidewalk beside him pulling his knees towards his chest then resting his arms on his knees and his head on his arms. Why were they doing this to him?
Hearing the soft sound of shoes on concrete he lifted his head looking towards the sound. He narrow his gaze at the approaching figure trying discern who the person was. He frowned when he realized that the person was wearing a hooded cloak, what so were the Muggles stupid now too?
He continued to watch the person as they came towards him and by the time they got close enough for him to realize that the person was not only wearing a black cloak but they also had on a mask it was too late. The person raised the wand and pointing it at him mumbled something he couldn’t hear, but the next thing he knew a red flash came towards him and the world around him quickly became dark.
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Groaning as he attempted to turn over Harry blinked his eyes open only to jump to his feet and then back a good foot or so in surprise as he did so. “Malfoy?” he questioned making sure he was really seeing who he thought he was seeing, and what was that look that the other boy was giving him about?
“Yes Potter. You are in the dungeons of my house. You managed to get yourself caught by one of the Deatheaters who brought you here under the Dark Lord’s orders.” Draco replied not realizing that he had actually just spoken decently to the other boy.
“Ummm ya sure. Are you feeling ok Malfoy?” Harry replied backing away from the other boy till he hit the stonewall of his cell. ‘Ok what is wrong with Malfoy, he was just almost decent to me, Malfoy is never even close to decent, ok who made the clone.’ His mind said as glanced at the iron bars behind the other boy confirming what he had just been told.
Draco raised an eyebrow at the other’s question. Was he ok? What did they have to do with anything. He had just told Harry that he had been captured by a deatheater and was now in his dungeon, and…Fuck, he had done it again. He had just called Potter Harry again, over this last month he had started doing that far to often for his liking well at least eh hadn’t slipped up yet and said it out loud. “What does that have to do with anything Potter? I tell you that you are in a dungeon in my house because you got your self captured and all you can do is ask if I am ok?” he question aloud.
Harry nodded dumbly “umm ya” he managed having been thrown into a somewhat state of shock by the lack of insults and names this time.
“Very well Potter. I have been put in charge of your care, so I will be back.” Draco replied as he turned around and headed for the door “Oh and don’t bother trying to escape, you wand has been taken.” He added before taking the last couple of steeps and closing the iron door behind him.
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WEEEEEEEE Draco is having problems, R&R anyone?