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2,315
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Found Out
No own HP just borrowing people from it for some fun…and a nice bit of H/D ness
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Chapter 3: Found Out
Harry glanced over at the door to his cell and sighed. He had no clue how long he had been here, but by his best guess and the fact that he thought Draco had been bringing him food three times a day he would say it had been a week. It had probably been the most boring and fun week of his life. He and Draco had been talking when the other boy came to give him his food. He had no clue why he was even bothering to talk to the other boy or eat what he brought him.
He had been thinking on it for a while now, ok well maybe just a few hours, but still that was a while for Harry Potter savior of the wizarding world to be thinking about Draco Malfoy son of one of the most prominent Deatheaters ever or his actions. He sighed as he turned his attention back to the ceiling. He still could not figure out why the other boy had changed so much in only a month. Not only was Draco being civil to him but…“Bloody hell” he said as he realized that he had just called his mortal enemy Draco instead of Malfoy, not once but at least three different times.
Draco flicked his hand dropping the various charms that held the door to Harry’s cell shut and locked. He sighed as he reached the door realizing that he had still not gotten better about remember to refer to Harry as Potter no matter what. This last week of taking care of him had not been good on. He had those dreams of the other nearly every night and anytime he closed his eyes all he could see was the other boy’s green ones.
It was like hell every time he had to get near the boy wonder anymore. All he wanted to do was help him out of the cell and escape, especially after what he had heard the night before last. He now knew what they planned on doing to and he did not want to see that happen to him. Luckily for him though he would not have to help with it as his father had not even brought up the subject of him taking the mark.
His hand closed around the door handle and he pulled the door open and steeping in he closed it behind him. His eyes locked on Harry’s for a moment before he pulled them away and he made his way to the other boy. He was also glad his father had not brought it up because he knew that there was no way he could do. After this past year, and then this week, there was not way he would be able to take the mark anymore.
He sat down the tray he had brought the food on and sat down beside it crossing his legs. He handed the other boy one of the bowls, a glass of pumpkin juice, and a spoon once he had sat up before picking up his own bowl and spoon.
Harry picked at his soup and sipped his drink as he watched Malfoy. What was it about him that had caused him to start thinking about him so much and caused him to start calling him Draco. He said nothing watching instead the look on the other boy’s face. He seemed to be deep in thought about something and if he had one guess he would say that it had something to do with Deatheater plans. Malfoy had probably been one of the first to take the dark mark after Voldie returned.
The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile at the name he had come up with for Voldemort. Frankly he just could not stand the guy’s real name, or more exactly stand calling him by his real name. If he was going to have his lackeys capture him, take his wand, and then put Draco over his care he didn’t see that he disserved to be called by his given-or in this case-nickname if he had to make others do all his work for him.
For the first time since Harry had been captured they actually ate a meal with no talking what so ever, and when both were done with their food Draco gathered the dishes and left the cell.
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“No” Draco stated keeping his gaze locked onto the crimson one of the man before him. Evidently that was not the right response though as it was responded to by a “cruico” from the voice that belonged to the man before him with the crimson eyes. He fell to the floor as pain lanced through his body he had never felt such a pain before it was horrible unbearable. His eyes blurred as tears poured from them against his own will at the sensation racking his body.
After what felt like forever the pain, the horrible unending feeling that he was being ripped in two stopped. He cracked his eyes open and sought out those that matched his own among the faces above him as he lay on his back on the ground. From somewhere above him he hard a familiar voice say something about how it didn’t know what had come over him, that must be the voice he was hunting for. His eyes continued to try and make out the faces that belonged to the robed figures above him but there was only one that caught him.
His eyes found the crimson ones that belonged to his torturer and wanna be master. Suddenly he felt an odd sensation course through his mind, someone was digging into his mind was searching his thoughts. He mentally shoved on the intruding mind, but after only a few second it left on it’s own it had found what it was hunting. “So he thinks he loves Potter” came a hiss like voice from the crimson eye figure his gaze was still locked with and from somewhere to his right he heard again the voice he searched for “My Lord, I had no idea” great some father you are his mind spat at the owner of the voice.
He missed most of the words after that as another hissed “cruico” was thrust upon him and the splitting pain returned to him. He writhed in pain under the curse turning on his side and curling in upon himself as he tried to fight the pain, but know that it was impossible.
After what seemed like another eternity the actual pain stopped again and he vaguely caught the hissing voice as it told some of the other figures about him something. He had no clue what the deatheaters around him had been told all he cared about was the residual pain that still coursed through him from the repeated curse. Not a moment later he felt himself lifted to his feet by an arm under each of him and dragged somewhere. Still though he could not find the strength to care about much beyond his pain.
After several twists, turns, and sets of stairs he found himself thrown forward and for a moment he kept himself on his feet, but his pain racked body just could not hold him. So instead his strength left him, his knees buckled, and he pitched forward hoping that maybe if he cracked his head hard enough he would just die and not have to deal with the pain. The crack never came though, instead he was capture by a warm body and was cradled close to the owner. His mind vaguely registered the owner of the body asking what they had done to him and a reply of “he refused the Dark Lord” before his mind shut down and the world around him went dark.
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Dang I am the one just wrote that and now I am feeling sorry for Draco. Well either way R&R.
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Chapter 3: Found Out
Harry glanced over at the door to his cell and sighed. He had no clue how long he had been here, but by his best guess and the fact that he thought Draco had been bringing him food three times a day he would say it had been a week. It had probably been the most boring and fun week of his life. He and Draco had been talking when the other boy came to give him his food. He had no clue why he was even bothering to talk to the other boy or eat what he brought him.
He had been thinking on it for a while now, ok well maybe just a few hours, but still that was a while for Harry Potter savior of the wizarding world to be thinking about Draco Malfoy son of one of the most prominent Deatheaters ever or his actions. He sighed as he turned his attention back to the ceiling. He still could not figure out why the other boy had changed so much in only a month. Not only was Draco being civil to him but…“Bloody hell” he said as he realized that he had just called his mortal enemy Draco instead of Malfoy, not once but at least three different times.
Draco flicked his hand dropping the various charms that held the door to Harry’s cell shut and locked. He sighed as he reached the door realizing that he had still not gotten better about remember to refer to Harry as Potter no matter what. This last week of taking care of him had not been good on. He had those dreams of the other nearly every night and anytime he closed his eyes all he could see was the other boy’s green ones.
It was like hell every time he had to get near the boy wonder anymore. All he wanted to do was help him out of the cell and escape, especially after what he had heard the night before last. He now knew what they planned on doing to and he did not want to see that happen to him. Luckily for him though he would not have to help with it as his father had not even brought up the subject of him taking the mark.
His hand closed around the door handle and he pulled the door open and steeping in he closed it behind him. His eyes locked on Harry’s for a moment before he pulled them away and he made his way to the other boy. He was also glad his father had not brought it up because he knew that there was no way he could do. After this past year, and then this week, there was not way he would be able to take the mark anymore.
He sat down the tray he had brought the food on and sat down beside it crossing his legs. He handed the other boy one of the bowls, a glass of pumpkin juice, and a spoon once he had sat up before picking up his own bowl and spoon.
Harry picked at his soup and sipped his drink as he watched Malfoy. What was it about him that had caused him to start thinking about him so much and caused him to start calling him Draco. He said nothing watching instead the look on the other boy’s face. He seemed to be deep in thought about something and if he had one guess he would say that it had something to do with Deatheater plans. Malfoy had probably been one of the first to take the dark mark after Voldie returned.
The corners of his mouth twitched into a smile at the name he had come up with for Voldemort. Frankly he just could not stand the guy’s real name, or more exactly stand calling him by his real name. If he was going to have his lackeys capture him, take his wand, and then put Draco over his care he didn’t see that he disserved to be called by his given-or in this case-nickname if he had to make others do all his work for him.
For the first time since Harry had been captured they actually ate a meal with no talking what so ever, and when both were done with their food Draco gathered the dishes and left the cell.
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“No” Draco stated keeping his gaze locked onto the crimson one of the man before him. Evidently that was not the right response though as it was responded to by a “cruico” from the voice that belonged to the man before him with the crimson eyes. He fell to the floor as pain lanced through his body he had never felt such a pain before it was horrible unbearable. His eyes blurred as tears poured from them against his own will at the sensation racking his body.
After what felt like forever the pain, the horrible unending feeling that he was being ripped in two stopped. He cracked his eyes open and sought out those that matched his own among the faces above him as he lay on his back on the ground. From somewhere above him he hard a familiar voice say something about how it didn’t know what had come over him, that must be the voice he was hunting for. His eyes continued to try and make out the faces that belonged to the robed figures above him but there was only one that caught him.
His eyes found the crimson ones that belonged to his torturer and wanna be master. Suddenly he felt an odd sensation course through his mind, someone was digging into his mind was searching his thoughts. He mentally shoved on the intruding mind, but after only a few second it left on it’s own it had found what it was hunting. “So he thinks he loves Potter” came a hiss like voice from the crimson eye figure his gaze was still locked with and from somewhere to his right he heard again the voice he searched for “My Lord, I had no idea” great some father you are his mind spat at the owner of the voice.
He missed most of the words after that as another hissed “cruico” was thrust upon him and the splitting pain returned to him. He writhed in pain under the curse turning on his side and curling in upon himself as he tried to fight the pain, but know that it was impossible.
After what seemed like another eternity the actual pain stopped again and he vaguely caught the hissing voice as it told some of the other figures about him something. He had no clue what the deatheaters around him had been told all he cared about was the residual pain that still coursed through him from the repeated curse. Not a moment later he felt himself lifted to his feet by an arm under each of him and dragged somewhere. Still though he could not find the strength to care about much beyond his pain.
After several twists, turns, and sets of stairs he found himself thrown forward and for a moment he kept himself on his feet, but his pain racked body just could not hold him. So instead his strength left him, his knees buckled, and he pitched forward hoping that maybe if he cracked his head hard enough he would just die and not have to deal with the pain. The crack never came though, instead he was capture by a warm body and was cradled close to the owner. His mind vaguely registered the owner of the body asking what they had done to him and a reply of “he refused the Dark Lord” before his mind shut down and the world around him went dark.
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Dang I am the one just wrote that and now I am feeling sorry for Draco. Well either way R&R.