The Devil Runs Wild

*******~Arrival~

Harry Potter lay tossing and turning in bed.

The previous evening when Harry had wanted to perform the anti-arousal spell again, Hermione had taken his wand away, saying that it was risky to use and that she wouldn’t allow it. When he had attempted to grab it from her, she had vanished it to Merlin knows where and told him that he would find it tomorrow on his bedside table. Huffing and puffing, Harry had gone to bed.

“Malfoy,” Harry moaned out loud, still deeply imbedded in his dream.

Harry rolled onto his stomach with a groan. His hips began to sway gently against the bed.

“Please…” he softly whispered against his pillow.

A few moments later, his hips jerked sharply and a soft sigh escaped his lips.

A sound jolted Harry awake.

“Whaa…?” Harry mumbled still mostly asleep.

Harry then felt the wetness below, cursed, and rolled onto his back with a sigh.

“Unbelievable,” Harry muttered, rubbing his eyes free of sleep.

Without his wand, he’d have to go get something to clean himself with so Harry huffed and rose out of bed. Out of his room and down the hall, Harry journeyed to the bathroom.

“I don’t like it,” Harry said to himself in the mirror after cleaning himself. The mirror replied with a chuckle and Harry scowled and left the bathroom to go downstairs to make a pot of coffee. He certainly wasn’t planning on going back to sleep anytime soon.

Stumbling down the stairs, still in a daze, Harry tried not to think about the dream that he had just had. Walking down the hall, he caught a flash of blond but continued passed the living room to the kitchen. Upon reaching the door, Harry stopped with realization, backtracked and turned towards the living room.

“MALFOY!?” Harry shrieked.

Malfoy just stared at him, as if a bit shocked himself.

“What…” Harry began but realized that he already knew the answer to his question. Certianly, Malfoy was there to kill him and Malfoy was probably not alone and Harry didn’t even have his wand! So, Harry did the only thing he could do under the circumstances.

He ran.

He ran straight at Malfoy and tackled him to the ground before Malfoy even had a chance to take out his wand.

“Ow! Fuck, Potter, get off me!” Malfoy said, struggling underneath him.

“Where’s your wand? Where is it?” Harry asked, searching Malfoy’s robes for it.

“Get off me! Now, damnit!” Malfoy said, a bit traumatized at having Potter’s hands roving around his hips.

Finally, Malfoy managed to get an elbow out to hit Potter in the head with it.

“Ow!” Harry yelled and punched Malfoy in retailiation.

Soon it was an all-out brawl and neither of them noticed when Ron and Hermione arrived.

“Petrificus Totalus!” Hermione shouted, her wand pointed at Malfoy, whose body froze instantly.

“Harry! Stop hitting him!” Hermione shouted at Harry, whose fists had still been making as much contact with Malfoy as they could.

Harry, realizing that Malfoy wasn’t moving anymore, rolled off him.

“Oh, yeah. Right. Thanks, Hermione,” Harry said, still shaking with anger.

“What’s he doing here?” Ron demanded.

Harry turned, seeing his friend looking at him for the answer.

“He’s here to kill us, isn’t he?” Harry said. Turning back to Malfoy, Harry shouted questions such as, “Where are your ‘friends’? Where’s your wand?!” Malfoy, of course, didn’t answer with being frozen and all.

“Harry!” Hermione shouted after a few more repeated questions. “He can’t answer!”

Harry glanced at Hermione then looked back at Malfoy.

“Oh, yeah. Right. Thanks, Hermione,” Harry said. Obviously, he was still in a daze from all that had happened. His dream and now this.

Just then, Mrs. Weasley popped in.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear….” Mrs. Weasley began but stopped when she saw the other three in the room. Her eyes widened. So did the other three’s.

“Mom?” Ron asked, puzzlement evident on his sleepy face.

“Ron, dear. I know you must all be dreadfully shocked right now, but I can explain,” Mrs. Weasley said. Looking down at Malfoy on the floor, she grimaced at seeing blood on his face.

“I see you have been fighting,” Mrs. Weasley said to Harry and he recoiled at being spoken to so sternly.

Wait! Why should I be guilty? Harry thought.

“Did you bring Malfoy here?” Hermione asked.

“Yes, dear. I hadn’t expected to leave him here long. I had to get him out of the house. There was a suspicious looking item placed in his room, you see…”

“In his room!?” Ron squeaked. “What do you mean!?”

“He’s not staying at the Burrow, is he, Mrs. Weasley?” Hermione asked a bit more calmly.

“Yes, he is, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry was seething. Draco Malfoy was staying at the home of his best friend’s family! Harry knew that his dreams had gone mad but when in the hell had the world?

*******~Explanations~

Sitting around the table, Mrs. Weasley was explaining to the other three all that had occurred.

“Dumbledore would never do that! Why would he order Snape to kill him!?” Harry shouted, slamming his hands down on the table.

“Calm down!” Mrs. Weasley said with a strict look at Harry. Harry sighed and sat down. “If you don’t believe me, you can speak to him yourself,” Mrs. Weasley said.

Harry’s head met his chin. He knew of the existence of Dumbledore’s portrait, but he hadn’t wanted to see it. Dumbledore was dead and it was just a portrait. He still felt as if Mrs. Weasley had told him to go see a friend he had been neglecting, though.

Mrs. Weasley continued to explain things to the three of them but Harry had been pulled back into his memories. He fell back into Hogwarts, to that night.

“Severus, please,” Dumbledore had said.

Why would Dumbledore have said that? He would never have begged to live from a Death Eater. He would never have done that, Harry knew with certainty. So had he been begging for death instead?

Harry’s mouth was slightly open and his eyes had widened, but he didn’t notice, of course, since he was still wrapped up in his thoughts.

“Harry?” Hermione asked and shook him on the shoulder gently.

Harry shook his head of thoughts and returned his attention back to Mrs. Weasley.

*******

A few moments later, Malfoy, who had been quietly sitting at the end of the table, interrupted.

“See! I’m on the good side, Potter, and you nearly broke my nose!” Malfoy sneered, dabbing his poor, defenseless nose with a damp cloth.

Harry quickly stood up, clenching his fists together and Hermione stuck a wand in his face.

“Harry, this can’t solve anything,” Hermione said, directing Harry to sit back down.

“It’ll make me feel better!” Harry said, glaring at Malfoy who glared right back. Harry reluctantly sat back down, though, after more prompting from the others.

“Now, I’m taking Malfoy back to the Burrow,” Mrs. Weasley said. The item in Malfoy’s room had apparently been something of Fred and George’s and Mrs. Weasley had spoken severely to the two of them.

“But he can’t stay there! It’s OUR house!” Ron whined.

“Yes, well, the fact of the matter is that he is, Ron, and I will be taking him with me. Draco,” Mrs. Weasley rose and Malfoy followed. The two apparated away after Ron, Hermione, and Harry had all received hugs from Mrs. Weasley and glares from Malfoy.


*******~Thoughts~

So Malfoy was staying at the Burrow, Harry thought as he sipped another cup of coffee. Ron and Hermione had gone to bed long ago but Harry certainly couldn’t. He couldn’t believe all that had happened. Snape was a good guy, Malfoy was being protected by the Order, Dumbledore had ordered Snape to…to.. Merlin, even now Harry was having difficulty finishing that thought. Dumbledore had died, had left them, left him and now Harry didn’t even get to have the satisfying anger at Snape for it. Now, instead of being angry about Dumbledore’s death, Harry only felt sadness. If Harry could choose, he’d much rather be angry.

Harry switched his thoughts. Now that Malfoy was being protected by the Order, what did his vision mean? He had felt distressed by Malfoy’s scream. Malfoy’s..

Harry didn’t much care to think about that either and shut down his thoughts entirely and drank his coffee.