Magia Scura

As Potter passed out across his body, Draco stared down at him in terror. He couldn't deal with this! He still hadn't made up his mind which side of the war he was going to root for, and now he was literally faced with two options. Kill or be killed.

If he killed Harry/Voldemort, the war would be over. He might even get away from his father in the chaotic aftermath of such a dramatic move. If he allowed them into Hogwarts, as was the plan, his friends would die. His teachers would die. Even the people he didn't like would die, and as much as he didn't like them, he didn't want to see them dead. Especially not if the cause was on his hands.

The choice had never been more unclear to him. I am such a coward, he thought bitterly. It's so easy for someone like Potter to give up his life for the good of everyone else, but I don't want to die!

With a soft groan, the body in his lap stirred, and looked up at him blinking. "What happened?" His eyes were back to the same almost-black green, and Draco knew that Voldemort was back in control. The panicked look of desperation in Potter's face as he begged Draco to kill him would never fade out of Draco's memory, however, and looking down at the confused look that sat there now, he made his choice.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "You suddenly collapsed." Invoking emotion on demand had never been difficult for him, and now he managed concerned indifference.

"I'm fine, Draco. Thank you." There was something deep in those green eyes, some undefinable emotion that Draco didn't understand and didn't want to. On the other hand...

"What will you do when you get to Hogwarts?" he asked, deliberately fishing for information. "I'd like to know, so I can either help, or get out of your way," he added, and Harry flashed him a brilliant smile.

"I'm going to lay low for a little bit. Maybe a few days, probably a week. Get into Slytherin, maybe see if there's anyone willing to join me from the school."

This seemed like a sound plan. It gave Draco enough time to find a teacher loyal to Dumbledore and oust the false Potter before he could do much serious damage.

"You're being very helpful, Draco," Harry said, his voice lowering. The smooth rumble of it sent pleasant shivers through Draco's stomach. "I think we have time to reward you before we leave again. I doubt we will get such privacy when we return."

Draco had all of five seconds to decipher what this meant before Harry had him pushed back against the bed and was pressing their hips together. While his first instinct was to push the offending body as far from his as he could, his body remembered faster than his brain what it had felt like the last time they'd been in this position, and held onto the sheets.

Neither his body nor his consciousness were disappointed. A strong hand wrapped itself around his slowly hardening cock, bringing it to full hardness quickly. This time he didn't waste any time with the foreplay, and immediately shimmied down the bed to wrap his lips around it. Draco cried out sharply, his fingers twisting in the sheets. He loved getting head, and it didn't really matter who it was from, for now he could just relax and enjoy it. Having just come twice a short while ago, he didn't climax as quickly, but it seemed as though Harry was deliberately teasing him. His body tensed as the end crept up over him, and then seconds before he would have shot his load down Harry's throat again, the possessed boy pulled away. Draco embarrassed himself by whimpering with loss again.

"Don't worry, not done," Harry murmured, pressing Draco's legs apart. "Reward, remember?" Then that wickedly talented tongue was on his ass, laving it tenderly and making his skin tingle in anticipation. When the tongue found its way onto his perineum he thought he might die happily right then. The tongue slid calmly around the skin there, making Draco's halted orgasm to come rushing back up. Harry stopped before it could be completed again, and Draco made a frustrated noise.

The burst of hot air across his entrance was the only warning he got before the tongue was pressed against it, licking and sucking gently. Draco's legs quivered with the effort of keeping them still against the onslaught of sensation, and he was sure that by now he must have been screaming, but Harry simply held his thighs against the bed, and pressed on.

Rather, he pressed in, and the feeling of the slippery hot muscle shoving its way delicately into his body was nearly his undoing. Practically wailing under the onslaught, Draco grabbed at the sheets, twisting them violently in his mindless reactions to the ministrations. His orgasm rushed up through his body, more powerful for having been denied, and wrenched itself out of his cock and onto Harry's face. When the aftershocks stopped, he fell into sleep almost immediately, exhausted after the long night and powerful climax.

*

He awoke when the warm body nestled against him rolled away, leaving a cold spot. Blinking, he looked around blearily, and then jerked himself upright as he realized he'd allowed himself to be taken advantage of again. Although, that time had been completely about him, and the only advantage being taken was the fact that he'd consented. He'd never be able to turn the Dark Lord over to the good guys if all it took to control him was some sex.

"I'm still alive?" Draco turned his attention onto his bed-partner, who seemed to be the better half at the moment. When he saw Draco's attention he scowled. "You jackass! You let him fuck you again, instead of killing him like you should have!"

"I can't-"

"You've GOT TO!" Potter all but shrieked. "You've got to keep him from getting into..." He looked shocked for a moment. "Keep....from....Hog...."

"Are you alright?" The switch was made again, and befuddlement turned into wry amusement.

"I'm fine. Did you enjoy yourself?" Draco found himself blushing, and standing to dress. "Well?"

"I enjoyed it," he said quietly, pulling his slacks on. Dressed to return to Hogwarts, he gathered some clothes for Harry to put on, and tossed them onto the bed. He wanted a shower - he felt grimy and sticky - but had decided to wait until Hogwarts to do so. "I'll be downstairs preparing to go back. Join me whenever you're ready."

Gone was the emotional boy, disappeared behind the practiced mask of indifference.

He'd only been downstairs a few moments when Harry joined him, pulling on the Slytherin tie again, and knotting it with efficiancy. The knot was somewhat outdated, but still efficient, and Draco didn't bother correcting him. This was the dark lord, after all, despite how curious he looked. It was as if in giving up his body he'd given up his awareness as well. Potter's words rang in his head, mockingly. I didn't let him fuck me! Draco raged silently. I had no choice in it! He let none of his inner turmoil show on his face, and instead he simply took Avery's arm when the time came to apparate them back to Hogwarts. Harry immediately affected a look of terrified trauma, as if Draco had just brought him out of something truly horrific, and when McGonnagal sighted them through the gate, she surprised them both by picking up her skirts and running.

Throwing herself out the castle gates, she drew Harry into a hug, and he reluctantly returned it, pulling away as soon as was possible and returning to Draco's side. She immediately launched a patronus, inquiring after both of their healths, and Harry shook his head shyly. Draco stuck to the story, waiting to be taken before the Headmaster to launch the actual plan.

"I don't know what happened, ma'm," he said, somewhat respectively. "I found him immobilised in one of the spare rooms, and brought him back here. We uh.. portkeyed."

"Do you still have the portkey?" the Transfigurations professor asked, and Harry shook his head.

"No, ma'am, Dra- er.. I mean... Malfoy burned it when we arrived, so we couldn't be followed by death eaters."

"Good job, Malfoy," she said, eyeing Harry suspiciously for his slip. "Will you be willing to tell me what went on while you were in the Death Eaters captivity?"

"I was at Malfoy Manor, and they..." He gasped, shaking slightly. "They... "

She gathered him into her arms again. "You don't need to tell me," she said softly. "We'll get you inside, and you can eat, and relax, and if you feel up to talking about it later, you can."

"I want to stay with Draco," he said piteously. She gave him a sharp look, clearly mistrusting it, but Draco shook his head. I didn't do anything to him, he tried to say silently. "I feel safest with him. He helped me."

"Very well," she said, finally noticing the Slytherin tie around his neck. "I suppose you dressed him as well?"

"Yes ma'am," Draco said. "His clothes were... unwearable." Which was techincally true. Voldemort had banished his clothes to some unknown location, or simply destroyed them entirely.

"Thank you." She sounded stiff, and almost ungrateful, but Draco didn't take offense. He could guess rather accurately that she'd been in a state of panic at Potter's disappearance, and to have him reappear in the company of one Draco Malfoy probably wasn't going to do much good for her heart or nerves.

Harry slipped his hand into Draco's, smirking faintly.

*

Aberforth Dumbledore, Regent Headmaster, was not happy. Not happy in the least. He'd stepped in after his brother's death as a favour to McGonagall, and nothing else, and he wasn't expecting the Potter boy to up and vanish, only to reappear two days later with someone he was reputed to despise.

When the two boys were brought before him, he eyed them both. Potter was practically clinging to Malfoy. He hadn't seen them before this, and had no idea what was normal for them, but Minerva had told him enough that he knew to expect violence out of the two of them if they were left alone long enough. Not... whatever he was seeing.

"Sir? I'd like to transfer into Slytherin." This was Potter speaking, the quintessential Gryffindor - again, as rumour had him. "I really don't feel safe in the Tower; that's where they took me from."

"And you think you'd be safer in the dungeons, with Mr. Malfoy?" Aberforth asked, genuinely curious. He knew his brother had coddled this boy, and didn't approve of it. He was seventeen, and had seen enough now to make his own decisions. If he thought he'd be happier in the dungeon, Aberforth wasn't about to dissuage him from that.

"Yes." There was no hesitation, just quiet assurance.

"The decision rests with the sorting hat," Aberforth said after a moment. The look of panic on Potter's face was curious, but gone so quickly that he might have imagined it.

"Sir, is that really necessary? Can't I just... move down there?" He was leaning more on Malfoy than on his own feet, and Aberforth retrieved the hat from the shelf.

"This is special enough a situation, Mr. Potter. I can only bend the rules for you so far. As Regent Headmaster I only have so much power over the school. Your re-sortment must be condoned by the hat."

With that he plopped it down onto Potter's head, and waited. The hat blinked curiously, frowning, then called out firmly. "Slytherin," it said, without preamble or discussion.

"Very well," Aberforth said, replacing the hat to it's usual place. "Mr Potter, your things will be removed to the dungeons today. Mr Malfoy will show you around, and get you settled down there."

"Thank you sir," Potter breathed, visibly shaken. The hat glowered at them both from it's position on the shelf but said nothing.

"Thank you, Draco," Potter said, slipping an arm around him.

"You're welcome," Malfoy said stiffly.

*

With Harry asleep in his bed in the dungeons, Draco went in search of Snape. Finding him was easier than he'd expected, but broaching the subject was not.

"Professor Snape," he said, entering the otherwise empty classroom. Snape looked up from the papers he was grading at his desk.

"Draco. It's good to see you back. Would you like to explain what happened?"

"Yes," Draco said, fidgeting. He seated himself on the nearest desk, something that he wouldn't have dared had class actually been in session. "I've got something of the utmost importance to tell you."

"Go on." Snape looked intrigued, curious despite himself.

"It can't go ANY farther than you!" Draco insisted. "I was taken out of here the other night by my aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. I think she just walked in, took me out, and left. I don't know how they got Potter."

"He vanished two days ago without a trace," Snape offered, his tone indifferent. "Minerva has been tearing out what little hair she has remaining with worry, and even our illustrious headmaster has roused himself from his apathy long enough to start a search. Tell me what happened."

"I came to tied to a statue in the dungeons beneath Malfoy Manor," Draco started. He was going to be leaving out a lot of details, and hoped that his occlumency was enough to keep away Snape's legilimency. "There were Death Eaters gathered around, a lot of them. You-Know-Who entered, dragging in Potter behind him, and tied him down to the altar in the center of the room. He... raped him." He paused as Snape interrupted with a choked off noise and some surprised gasping.

"In front of you?" He asked once he could breathe.

"In front of everyone. Potter seemed particularly interested in the fact I was there. The Dark Lord said later that he'd been in love with me for years."

Snape looked pensive, nodding his agreement, but waved Draco on, encouraging him.

"When he... came... he vanished. Except... when Potter woke up, the Dark Lord was inside him. Controlling him."

"A combination of dark and sexual magicks, I imagine," Snape commented to no one. "What happened next?"

"He told me Potter had been in love with me for years, and then banished me to my room. Later, he uh... came in, and..." Draco could feel his palms getting clammy and his knees starting to shake. His thoughts were becoming disjointed as well. "He uh, came in, and told me that the plan was...er... " He had to wipe his hands on his trousers, and they felt awkward, like his bones were too big and his usually slender fingers had become short fat sausages that wouldn't bend or respond. "He told me that the uh. ... the plan was to infiltrate Hogwarts using Potter's body. Destroy it from the inside and all that. He's ... he's going to wait a week or so and recruit people, and let the shock of his return wear off a bit. He's transferred into Slytherin, as well, and the scar is gone."

Snape eyed him a few moments after he stopped speaking. Draco wiped his palms again. "What aren't you telling me?" Snape asked finally.

"What?" Draco nearly squeaked, to his horror. Clearing his throat, he said it again. "What? I'm not... Oh. Potter... is still alive. He uh... managed to overtake the Dark Lord on two occasions and er... he told me to... kill him. Rather than let you-know-who into Hogwarts."

"You couldn't kill him," Snape said. It wasn't a question.

"I couldn't," Draco admitted. "Will you do anything... that...doesn't require killing him?"

"I will do my best. But if it seems that ending Potter's life is the best way to exorcise the dark lord, that is the path we will take."

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Thank you for entrusting me with this information."

Draco nodded, and left, feeling much better now that he wasn't the only one who knew of the wolf lurking in sheeps skin just a few yards away.

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