Cracking the Gold

Author\'s Note *~* I appologize. I realize that this writing is rather lame and juvenille, and I realize I\'ve gotten more compliments than not, but it\'s still the critiques that stand out. This is not a bad thing though. I realize that the short chapters have been annoying, and I think I\'m scrapping the idea on stretching what I\'ve saved so I don\'t make y\'all wait on chapters.

I can\'t stress enough how this is a RP between me and another, and it is NOT EDITED before posting. Yes, I realize this will get me flames as everything should be edited before hand. So, I would like to ask you all to please answer this. Would you rather I continue posting as I have been, only with longer chapters (possibly longer wait between them however) OR would you rather I delete the chapters and begin writing the story in a *real* story format? I would need to find a BETA before I do this as well. I would greatly apprectiate your opinions.

I am not having a laugh at your expense--do not think that. I realize the information is low, but this is why I asked for your opinions. A lot of the RP is sort of mutually understood to a degree, but if I wrote it out with the RP as a template, then I might be able to get more information across. However, I do not have LOADS of time to write, as I am in school--but hopefully that will change soon. As in getting more time after exams. :)

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Harry kepy his eyes low, nervous with all the Death Eaters around, though he knew he shouldn\'t be, considering they\'d already won. He was afraid that they\'d want to torture him for all eternity for everything he\'d done... Swallowing nervously, he unintentionally strayed back on the leash, it tugging at his neck to remind him to keep moving when he stopped and Malfoy didn\'t.


Draco did finally come to rest, settling on a carved stone bench that was shaped like a stylized dragon, its neck arching back, and head tilted to look down at the guests, tail curled through a rosebed and around the foot of a birdbath.

He tugged the leash once more, indicating that Harry should kneel beside the bench, explaining quietly, \"It\'s the Dark Lord\'s garden party, he has one... oh, every few months, keeps track of who attends and who doesn\'t.\"


Harry winced, his hand going to his forehead before Malfoy had even spoken. Figured... He lowered his head into his hands, trying to hid the fact that it hurt with the imitation of embarassment--to a more extreme than he was already at.

He also tried to tuck the buttoned part of the robes between his legs to fool his mind into thinking that he had pants on...it wasn\'t working...


Draco smirked faintly at Harry\'s movements, shaking his head, \"Stop fidgeting, you\'ll only make things worse.\" He smiled almost sweetly as Bellatrix perched beside him to exchange pleasantries, her own pet, some hapless, pale young man being led by what appeared to be a string of spiderweb looped through the rings in his nipples settling lightly beside her, dark eyes down.


Harry glanced only for a moment at the other man, trying to casually have his fingers massaging his scar. Now that he thought about it, he was rather happy that Malfoy was, strangely, treating him so decently. At least he was clothed and...not...pierced. He almost cringed at that. That couldn\'t be pleasant at all....


Draco had other intentions for his new pet, and he had no plans of tainting his soon to be food source with something so harsh as steel, aphrodesiacs perhaps, because they made the blood so pleasantly warm, but not metal.

Bellatrix and her pet finally continued on their way, Draco smirked as he settled one hand into the other man\'s hair, petting lightly, he had decided that he liked how it felt against his fingers, almost satiny, and it was no wonder Harry couldn\'t ever do anything with it, it was too fine for that.


Harry almost didn\'t notice Malfoy\'s hand in his hair due to the increasing burning stab of his scar. HE was here, or approaching at least. He tried to force his mind off of it, and when he did, he finally took note of Malfoy\'s hand. He ducked his head a bit, but not enough to pull free. He found himself re-focusing on the pain and chatter around him when he found himself half enjoying the feel of his hair being played with.


It was only moments later that the Dark Lord emerged. Though, to call him the Dark Lord wasn\'t entirely correct at the moment, considering that he looked like a sixteen year old boy. Though there was a hardness to the face and a grace to the gestures that belied his age.

He was somewhere past seventy after all, though the last person who had mentioned such a thing had mysteriously vanished not long after.


Harry bit his lip as he almost hissed in pain, inhaling sharply and deeply, his left hand clenching his robes he\'d been adorned in, his right grasping the bit of hair above the scar. He did his best to hide it, not wanting to show weakness, especially in front of this lot. Yet he was almost thankful, as he didn\'t want to look at them either, the ugly bunch of gits.


Draco chuckled softly, still petting the other\'s hair lightly, though he dipped his head slightly in a bow as Voldemort, nee, Tom, passed, followed by his usual near-harem of pets, all of them pale and seemingly underfed, waiflike.


Harry\'s hands flexed as he forced both to his lap, gripping the material, twisting it in his hands as he kept his eyes closed. He couldn\'t see to well anyway, so what was the point in having them open and killing what vision he had left with the sight of Death Eaters. He was fidgeting enough that he found himself having to pull down the robes so as to not expose himself by twisting it up so much from pain.


Draco sighed at the fidgeting, plucking a small green-glass vial from a pocket of his robes, uncapping it and holding it to Harry\'s lips, \"Drink it pet.\"

It was something Severus had come up with years previously, near the start of the war when the Death Eaters needed information and needed not to kill those giving it to them. It shut off the body\'s pain receptors, or, rather, switched them over, causing half as much pleasure as there would normally be pain. It worked so much better.


Harry looked at the vile with doubt. What was he trying to do? Kill him in front of Voldemort to gain more or something? Wasn\'t this humiliating enough for him?? He didn\'t want to cause a scene in case ti was nothing, then have more attention drawn to the \'fallen hero\'. He took it, shakily parting his lips, not bothering to try to reach for it as he figured Malfoy would simply make him drink it from his hands anyway.


He smiled slightly at that, tipping it almost gently up, careful not to choke the other man on the contents, fingers trailing through his hair again, \"Good boy. Swallow.\"


Harry\'s eyes glanced at him, the first thought to his head NOT of the liquids he was being fed.... But then his eyes clenched in pain before he managed to swallow the liquid. His eyes relaxed as he felt the pain subside, until he became slightly uncomfotable and fidgety a few minutes later realizing that it wasn\'t pain on his mind now.....


Draco smirked faintly, still petting his fingers through the other\'s hair, voice low, \"Feeling better then pet? Just a little?\" He was fully intent on having as much fun with this as he could before it faded some few hours later.


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A/N *~* Hope this was a better length for you.... ^^;