Losing The Game

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Losing The Game CH 6- A Slytherin . . . Gets?~


~ Nothing\'s wrong, Just as long as
You know that some day I will

Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you\'re wondering when
(You\'re the only one who knows that
Someday, somehow
Gonna make it alright but not right now
I know you\'re wondering when)~

Harry twitched slightly where he lay on the couch in the Room of Requirement. The dream began the same way it always did, with him walking on a garden path enclosed with blooming red and yellow roses. At the end of the path was a courtyard with a lush bubbling fountain in the center and HE was standing next to it. His back was to Harry, the soft moonlight making his pale skin glow. The shadows dappled the smooth skin, creating darkened hollows in the small of his back and the crease of his full bottom. Draco. Harry reached out to him, his darker hands sliding down that shadowy back back to narrow hips and over the silken flesh of his bum. Draco let out a soft sigh, arching into the touches.


\"Harry.\"


\"Draco.\"


He took Draco\'s hand and led him to the nest of rose petals, laying him down on his back. He knelt between his spread knees, admiring the sight of such lovely milky skin framed by the blood red petals. Draco looked up at him, his eyes all shimmering silver, half closed in lust. His emerald green gaze slid over him once again taking in the width of his shoulders, the toned muscles of his chest and the satiny ripples of his abs all the way down to the jutting shaft between pale thighs. Harry ran the tips of his fingers up those thighs, teasing him and smiled at the soft whimper it produced. He braced his hands on either side of the blonde\'s waist, crushing the sweet scented petals under them. He leaned over Draco then licked lightly at his lips. Draco smirked.


\"The bloody rose garden again?\"


Harry felt his cheeks flush. \"I like it.\"


\"Ever the mushy Gryffindor, eh?\"


He grinned. \"Of course.\"


The Slytherin tilted his head up and fused their mouths together, tongues pushing and retreating into one another\'s mouths. Harry moaned into the hot mouth under his as he rested his body down onto Draco\'s making him gasp and rock upwards. Harry began to thrust his own cock down into Draco\'s loving the soft whimpers and moans he let out as they rubbed against each other.


\"Mmm, Draco, you feel so good, want inside you.\"


\"Yes, Harry, fuck me, please.\"


Harry groaned, lifting up to spread the shorter boy\'s thighs wider, the flat of his hand rubbing over the turgid flesh of the blonde\'s and slipping down between his cheeks to push one finger inside him slowly. He added another finger then another, kissing the Slytherin hungrily, the kiss all nips and thrusts of his tongue.


\"Harryyy!\"


\"Ssh, patience, love.\"


He shifted again lining his swollen head up with the sweet cavity of the luscious body underneath him. He pushed into the tight melting heat with a loud groan. Draco\'s passionate cry echoed across the small garden followed by a small piteous whimper as hands that had been holding Harry tight dropped with a wet splat.


\"Harry.\"


He lifted his head, never having heard his name sound that way, like a hurting tortured plea. He looked down at Draco and gasped in shock rocketing backwards, letting out his own whimper as he pulled out of his lover. His former rival\'s eyes had gone dull, full of pain and despair. He shifted and slipped back onto his ass, the ground having gone slick with something that was not rose petals. He held up his hands and saw them covered in a thickening crimson fluid.


\"Oh God.\"


He looked down at Draco again, who had once been encircled by dark rose petals and was now laying in a widening puddle of blood. His arms were out by his sides, the skin of his forearms slashed open. Harry shoved backwards again, trying to get up, to get away. Draco raised up and grabbed hold of his arms, his voice garbled with the sanguine fluid that was trickling from the corners of his mouth but the words were no less urgent.


\"Dark Lord. Stop me, Harry, use the bond.\"


Harry\'s eyes widened in horror as normally pearly grey eyes bled to a deep crimson, the pupils turning to vertical slits. An unfamiliar evil smirk slid across surprisingly familiar lips. High pitched, mocking laughter echoed around the garden, growing louder and louder. It was a sound he\'d heard quite often in his nightmares. Harry hissed as a needle like stab of pain came from his scar.


\"Oh, shit. Wake up, Harry, wake up!\"


\"Oh, I think not, you aren\'t dreaming, you know, this is extremely real.\"


Harry stood, backing up rapidly as the blood smeared Draco impostor got up. \'Don\'t be so afraid, it\'s just a dream, like all the others. He can\'t hurt you in here.\' He stood taller, trying to ignore the panicking, babbling part of his brain. \'Can\'t hurt you, hmph, tell that to Sirius, tell that to all the dumb teens who died in that movie.\' He forced a loud internal snort. \'Voldemort is not Freddy Krueger and this is not Elm Street. No, Voldemort is REAL and that is worse! You are so not helping brain!\'


\"Now I know you\'re full of shit and this IS a dream, cause in what world would Malfoy let me shag him in rose garden?\"


The red-eyed VoldeDraco glared at him. \"Fine. How about we test a little theory. If you die in your dreams, do you die for real?\"


With that the evil menace of his dream scape lunged at him, knocking him back into the fountain. He let out a choked gasp as the icy cold water enveloped him. He thrashed in the arctic liquid that was somehow holding him down. No, not water, a sea weed like tentacle that was wrapping around his neck. He yanked at the slimy root, managing to get enough leeway to inhale a strangled gulp of air before he was yanked back in. He blinked up at the smirk that was completely visible even through the rippling fluid. Hands grabbed hold of his shoulders and pulled him up from the frigid water. He found himself staring into crimson eyes that were rimmed in silver, the pupils going from vertical to round and back again.


\"Would you bloody wake up! I can\'t hold him at bay much longer.\"


The creepy laughter sounded again and Draco screamed, clenching his head between his hands as blood began to pour from his nose and leak from the corners of his mouth. He looked up at Harry from his bent over position, his eyes a solid scarlet once again, the cruel smile on his red lips.


\"Noo!\"


Harry screamed loudly flailing upright from the couch and managing to fall onto the floor with a thud. \'Awake! I\'m awake!\' He let out another cry, clutching at the searing burn from his scar. \'Voldemort! That wasn\'t just some dream! Oh, fuck, Draco!\' He sat up and rocked slightly as every suppressed memory came back to him in living, breathing, MOANING color. \'Lies, all planted fucking lies! Why the hell hasn\'t my occlumency training been working!\' He got to his feet feeling a steady wave of panic coming from the hollow space that he now knew was his connection to Draco. He hurriedly stuffed his feet into his trainers then raced out of the Room of Requirement, heading for the staircase. Halfway down the stairs he heard an odd whisper in his head and felt a intense sinking sensation in his belly. He went stock still, waiting to hear it again. He wasn\'t disappointed.


\'Up.\'


He shook his head and started back down the stairs. When he reached the bottom the sensation got worse. \'Draco is in Slytherin House, so he sleeps in the dungeons which are down not up! Stupid voice.\' He ran a few paces and tripped suddenly, a sharp pain lanced through his head as he fell. He clutched automatically at his scar as he got up but realized after a moment that it wasn\'t the scar. It was something else, coming from something deeper inside him. \'The bond, Draco said to use the bond but how in the name of Merlin do I . . .\' A vision of Malfoy\'s book popped into his head, turned to a certain page. He could see it as clearly as if it was right in front of him. \"To find your bond mate, in times of danger or any other time really, simply close your eyes and listen. The magic will tell you where to go.\"


Harry cursed softly and turned to go back up the stairs. As he did so the pain in his head eased. \'Oh, joy, I have a Malfoy compass in my head that plays Hot and Cold, only Cold is a sharp stabbing pain.\' He paused at the foot of the next staircase listening for the voice. It came but this time sounded more urgent.


\'Up!\'


So up he went, doing the same pause at every staircase. On the eighth floor it finally said something different. \'Wait, the only thing that\'s on this floor is the entrance to Divinations and the . . . Astronomy Tower!\' He ran full speed towards the Tower stairs and collided with someone\'s back. He was knocked onto his ass and found himself looking up into a pair of angry obsidian eyes.


\"Professor Snape.\"


He sneered. \"Potter. What are you doing running through corridors at this hour? No, let me guess, sleep running?\"


Harry got up, glaring. He still blamed Snape for the death of Sirius but was feeling an odd sense of camaraderie and an equally odd desire to confess all he knew.


\"No, of course not, I-\"


\"Ten points from Gryffindor, Potter! Now get back to your dormitory!\"


\"No! I can\'t! I have to-\"


Snape grabbed hold of his sleeve. \"You can and you will. Detention for daring to argue.\"


Harry shook him off and turned back to the stairs again. Snape grabbed him again and began to drag him back to the main staircases.


\"You will go back to your dormitory, Mr. Potter, if I have to escort you there myself!\"


Harry dug his heels in. \"No, you don\'t understand! I have to go to the Astronomy Tower! The bond told me to go there! Draco needs my help!\"


Snape didn\'t stop pulling Harry along. \"What nonsense, Mr. Malfoy told me himself the bond between you was nothing of more then an accidental Friendship bond. That type of bond is not strong enough to do anything of that sort. Stop fighting me! It\'s already earned you a month\'s detention.\"


\"No! He was lying! Or it wasn\'t him. Since the surge we\'ve both been possessed off and on by Voldemort! I dreamed of it. Would you just listen! You\'re a Legilimense, you can tell if I\'m lying or not. Please!\"


Harry struggled harder and fell to his knees, one hand going to his head that was now one huge agonizing throb. The bond was pleading, protesting and screaming. He barely felt it when Snape placed his hands over his and tilted his head back but he heard him when he spoke.


\"Open your eyes, Potter, look into mine.\"


Harry blinked up at him and saw the familiar flashes of memories that came when Snape was looking into his mind. This time he forced himself to think of Draco, to remember the bonding and how he knew that Voldemort was somehow doing something to Draco while they stood there. The flood stopped and he saw Snape staring down at him, his face full of shock.


\"The Bond of Souls, how is that possible?\"


He pulled Harry to his feet and started back the way they had come. He kept pace with Snape then began to run as another urgent throb went through him.


\"It\'s worse! Hurry!\"


He heard the elder Slytherin running behind him as he took the steep stairs to the Astronomy Tower two at a time. He sped through the main classroom and slammed open the door to the observation deck. There Draco was, right in front of him but the voice was singing a discordant song of happiness and fear. He was standing on the edge of the parapet wall leaning oddly backwards.


\"Draco!\" He yelled his voice over shadowing the professor\'s.


He turned and it was then that Harry noticed the dark stain covering the bottom half of his pajama sleeve. Harry felt a very strong sense of Deja Vu then as the same dark fluid streamed from his nose, the corners of his mouth and the various cuts on his pallid chest. He lifted one hand and pointed at them revealing the slash in the sleeve and the bleeding flesh underneath.


\"You. Always turning up where you aren\'t wanted. Do not come any closer!\" The blond hissed in a tone of command that was much more then simple Malfoy arrogance.


Harry felt Snape stand straight and go completely still behind him. The slight movement unfortunately drew the other boy\'s attention. His platinum hair practically glittering as he tilted his head making the disturbing changes in his eyes visible in the bright moonlight. They were eclipsed in color and giving off a slight crimson glow.


\"Sseverusss, how interesting for you to turn up with Potter here. Gives the impression of a turned coat.\"


The shorter brunette crept a step closer as Snape stepped out from behind him. His eyes were firmly planted on the skin at Draco\'s throat, around it was a silver torque with a snake head at one end and a dragon on the other. The snakes ruby eyes were glowing brightly while the dragons were a very dim flickering sapphire.


\"I would never turn from those I serve, My Lord.\" Snape replied, his tone careful. \"Though I do not dare go against the orders of my superiors, I cannot help but wonder what purpose harming my godson would serve.\"


The possessed Draco gave the same evil smirk that he had in Harry\'s dream. \"I would think it quite obvious. He and the boy are bonded or are you going to tell me you did not know that?\"


\"No, My Lord, I know of the bond but I was told it was a simple Friendship bond so harming Draco would have no effect on Potter.\"


The smirk grew wider. \"Yes, well, I had to lie so your affections for this boy would not get in the way of my plans to kill him, thereby assuring a slow painful death for Potter there.\"


Snape stepped forward. \"Though I do not question the benefits of Potter\'s death, I will not let you harm my godson!\"


The younger Slytherin slid back a step, his heel now resting on the very edge of the wall. \"You think to stop me? Tut, tut, such loyalty to the son of your old bond mate, Sseveruss, is to be admired but you WILL be punished for this defiance!\"


Harry growled, sick of all the talk, and took several steps forward, removing his wand from his sleeve. \"If he doesn\'t stop you then I will! I\'m warning you, Voldemort, let Draco go!\"


The red eyes glared at him malevolently. \"Or you\'ll do what? Kill me? Such impulsiveness will only get you dead quicker, Boy.\"


He backed up farther, both heels off the edge, his grip on the waist high stones on either side of him the only things that kept him from tipping backwards. Several things happened simultaneously after that. Harry flicked his wand and Voldemort screamed in rage lunging back into empty air.


\"This! Finite Incantatum!\"


\"Noo!\"


The eyes of the snake head on Draco\'s collar went out and the dragon\'s glowing pure and bright as Harry surged forward. He stared into scarlet eyes fading to silver and grabbed for Draco\'s hand even though he knew he was still a step too far away. He caught the tips of his pale fingers, screaming as the blonde\'s weight pulled them from his grip.


\"NOOO!\"



~~~ dun dun dun! TBC


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