Magia Scura

When he awoke, the first thing he realized was that they'd returned to the dorm room in Slytherin. While this wasn't strange (maybe Draco had carried him back after he'd fallen asleep) the fact that he felt so pleasant, was. He felt relaxed, and loose, almost happy, the way he felt when he recovered from the two of the having sex. Except, he'd fallen asleep in the hospital wing, and couldn't possibly have had sex.

He did have a rather realistic dream about it, though. Maybe he'd just gotten off in the dream, and the feelings had crossed over to his conscious mind. Either way, he was here, and so was Draco, and they were both naked. The last time he'd woken Draco up, they'd had amazing sex. Smirking, he wiggled his way down the body laying next to him, and gently pressed against a pale thigh until it moved aside on it's own. Draco murmured something, but didn't wake up. Voldemort/Harry smirked against his skin, and pressed a chaste kiss to his perineum before worming his tongue into the small hole nestled between his cheeks. Draco moaned, his morning erection turning into a full-fledged hard on as he awoke to the sensations of being eaten out.

"Oh god.. Harry..." he whimpered, and Harry twitched his tongue, drawing another moan out of the blond. Opening his mouth a bit, he pushed as hard as he could, not stopping until the tip of it brushed against the rougher spot signifying Draco's prostate. He pushed Draco's legs up against his chest as he continued to lick at the sensitive spot, enjoying Draco's sounds and reactions as he was stimulated.

Rimming seemed to be a favourite of Draco's, and Harry found that he liked doing it, too. Especially like this, though he couldn't keep it up for long, it was uncomfortable. He didn't need to, however, because Draco chose that moment to pull away and come landed all over his stomach. Breathing hard, he looked down, flushed.

"Good morning to you too," he panted, and Harry smirked, proud of himself.

"I had the sexiest dream last night," he said. "We fucked again, except that it was different. I woke up, and I couldn't resist you."

Draco smirked at him, and stretched. Inside he was anything but calm. If Voldemort thought that that was a dream... it must have been Potter in control! No wonder it had been so different. He hadn't noticed at the time only because he was trying so hard not to acknowledge it. Suddenly, he hoped that the dementor plan would work as he'd seen it happening in his mind.

"Oh, that's right," he said suddenly. "I've got to go talk to Snape, since I missed him yesterday." Harry said nothing in reply, and Draco felt his pulse speed up. Potter had been with him after he talked to him, not this Harry. It had been Potter all along! Having announced his attention to talk to his head of house, Draco saw nothing else for it but to get out of bed and actually go talk to him. He showered quickly and was relieved when Harry didn't follow him in. On his way out of the room, he paused by the door. "Good luck with the Ravenclaws," he said, and Harry's head jerked up.

"Thank you." He said, sounding a bit puzzled. As though Ravenclaws were the furthest thing from his mind. Draco slipped out, wishing he could perform Legilimency. Making his way down to Snape's room took him all of five minutes, and he was surprised when no one answered the knock on the door.

Snape was always at home, where was he? Confused, Draco turned to the classroom, wondering if maybe he was there for some reason. Still no Snape.

He wandered back to the room again, and knocked, a little louder.

"May I help you?" Came the inky drawl from behind him. Draco jumped and spun in one movement, leaning against the door as he realized that it was Snape behind him. Putting one hand over his chest to try to calm his rapidly beating heart, he took a few moments to compose himself.

"Yes. I wanted to know-"

"We'll do it," Snape cut him off. "Come inside." He unlocked the door, and motioned for Draco to go in first. Completely baffled, Draco took himself into the sitting room of Snape's quarters, and peered at him.

"Well?" He asked, finally, while Snape was relocking the door behind them. "We'll do what? When? Who?"

"I've been talking to Aberforth," Snape said, motioning Draco to sit. "He's agreed to have a dementor brought from Azkaban to the shrieking shack outside of Hogsmeade. It will be up to you to bring Potter."

Draco, who had opted to stand, now found himself sinking into the nearest chair. They were going to do his plan. His plan, the one he'd thought up, was the one they were going to implement against...

Against Potter. Suddenly, this didn't seem like such a good idea. "What if the Dementor takes the wrong soul?"

"We've discussed it. With luck, you-know-who will be the one in control when the time comes - do not do anything to imperil that - and his consciousness will be the one to be devoured. We will then restrain the dementor and give Potter time to relax, or recover."

"Alright," Draco said. They were going to do it his way. He needed to keep a close watch on Potter then. "When are we going to do this?"

"Tonight."

*

Draco walked back to his dorm in a daze. He didn't even see the cluster of Slytherins huddled around one of the couches, until one of them rushed up to him. It took him a moment to place the face.

"Baddock, what's wrong?" he asked. The little fifth year looked at him nervously.

"We've discussed it," he said. "We're going to join with ... with You Know Who. Like he was talking about yesterday."

"Talking? When. You're all delusional," Draco told them, and this set them to whispering once more amongst themselves. He'd just undone any work Harry had managed in Slytherin, and he didn't feel bad about it at all. With luck, they'd not have a dark lord to follow come the morning.
But if he lost Potter, too... Suddenly worried, he sprinted for his rooms. He found Harry right where he'd left him, sitting on the bed, looking pensive. "Are you alright?" He asked, and Harry smiled up at him brightly.

"Fine. I just feel a little weird, that's all."

"Weird? Do you need to go to the-"

"No." It was a completely argument-settling, no discussions type of no. There was no room for maybe in that no. Draco shrugged. It wasn't his problem. His problem included keeping Voldemort in charge long enough to drag him out to the Shrieking Shack and get his soul sucked out by a demonic creature.

Bloody hell.

*

Night fell, and with it came an owl addressed to Draco. It was unsigned, and simple, scratched out in Snape's slanted script. When you're ready.

Draco took up his wand and stared down at it, trying to gather his courage for the task ahead of him.

"Draco?"

He spun, the words barely leaving his mouth before a jet of red light streamed towards Harry. He had just enough time to see it, and recognize it for what it was, before it hit him and he went down hard.

Draco scooped him off the floor and prayed that the stunner wouldn't bring Potter out and foil his plans. Luck was with him that night, and he remained unconscious.

Arriving at the shack before anyone else - Snape included - Draco immediately cast incarcerous on him, tying him up and rendering him immobile for the Dementor. It was timely, as well, for he snapped awake moments later, and scowled.

"Traitor!" he accused. "Betrayer."

"Shut up," Draco said miserably, and silenced him. That didn't stop the foul looks however, and Draco turned his head far enough away that he could keep an eye on him without having to look directly at him.

That was how Snape found him when he finally arrived. "I am sorry for my tardiness," he announced. "I was held up by a student. This is him?"

Harry's eyes widened at the appearance of Snape, and then they snapped to Draco, pure hate burning in the blackish green orbs. Draco flinched under the onslaught.

The room temperature dropped suddenly, the windows frosting over and Draco found himself shivering as feelings of misery slowly overwhelmed him. The appearance of the dementor was no less frightening, and it was only Aberforth Dumbledore's stern face behind it that kept him from panicking altogether.

Harry seemed to discern their plan, and started struggling. He'd freed one of his hands and broken through the silencing spell.

"You're mad! You can't turn one of my own creatures against me! You'll never defeat me because I'm immortal! I'm forever! No! Get back!"

The dementor, sensing the warring souls within him, was drawn forward, an icy hiss rattling from within it's cloak. Harry backed into the wall, white with fear, and Draco turned his head, unwilling or unable to watch.

The motion of the Dementor throwing off it's hood wrenched a horrified scream from Harry, and Draco glanced at Snape and Dumbledore's impassive faces. He turned to look at Harry, who was crawling away as fast as his bound legs could take him, but it was no use. The Dementor inched forward, slowly but surely. It sucked in, a whistling sound filling the room, and Harry's eyes unfocussed and he went lax in his ropes. The dark creature leaned down, and Harry resumed his struggle to get away from it. Their positions afforded Draco what could literally become front row tickets to the destruction of Voldemort, and he forced himself to keep watching.

He'd heard awful things about the Dementor's Kiss - that they pulled you towards them while inhaling beyond human ability until your soul just slipped out of you, that they actually pressed their mouths against yours, that they reached into you and pulled your soul out, but he'd never seen the reality before.

The Dementor brought it's face curiously close to Harry's, and he whimpered, trembling. "Please don't," he begged, sounding like Potter, and for a moment Draco nearly called the whole thing off. The Dementor began inhaling again, and the green-black eyes fell halfway closed, and his body arced outwards. A black ball of something unidentifiable drifted out of his mouth, followed closely by a white one, and Draco panicked. The black ball slipped into the Dementor, the white disappearing back into Harry's body, and then the Dementor convulsed, drawing back from him. It convulsed again, and make a hollow choking sound. The whistle filled the room again, and then the dementor exploded.

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TBC

XDD What will happen next? It looked like Harry's soul went back into his body, but that might not be the case, you know. :3 Appearances can be decieving. Please review!!