The Name of the Game is Seduction

Title: The Name Of The Game Is Seduction
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: HP/DM other implied pairings
Warnings: Language/Sexual content
Summary: Draco devises a way to seduce Harry.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. Ect…ect…
CHAPTER 1 OF 3


CHAPTER 1

THE NAME OF THE GAME IS SEDUCTION


Harry lay awake in his home at number 4 Private Drive the summer before his sixth year. Haven woken up yet again from a disturbing nightmare, as he liked to call them, (though they were really a visions of Voldemort’s activities), he was not able to get back to sleep. Instead he lay in his bed staring at the ceiling, reliving the images of his nightmare.

~VISION~
He was standing in what appeared to be a big open field. In front of him was a big open fire pit, across the pit was the one figure he would recognize anywhere, Voldemort. Surrounding the pit and the Dark Lord was a ring of masked, cloaked, and hooded Death Eaters. All were eerily silent as if they where waiting for something. Suddenly with a pop three figures apparated into the center of the circle. It was more than obvious that two of them were Death Eaters but the third figure, being forcibly held by the two, was not cloaked, hooded or masked, and he was in his pajamas. The pajama-clad figure defiantly lifted his head to stare into the eyes of Voldemort. Harry was shocked, this pajama clad, blonde, defiant boy was Draco Malfoy.
“Welcome, young Malfoy. You were brought here this evening to pledge your loyalty to our fold. Your father has trained you to follow our ways. Now that he is being held at Azkaban I expect you to step up to his duties and represent the Malfoy bloodline. It’s a shame Lucius won’t be here for your initiation. He would have been proud.” Voldemort said as he stood overlooking his circle of loyal supporters.
“I don’t want to join you! I don’t want your mark!” Draco sneered defiantly.
“Why would you not want to follow the path your father has laid out for you?” Voldemort said somewhat taken aback.
“I will not bow to you! My father is in prison because he willingly served you! Yet you do nothing to set him free. Is that how you reward the faithful?”
“You will learn obedience, young Malfoy! *CRUCIO*”
The Death Eaters that had been holding him released him as he fell to the ground, screaming in pain. After releasing the blonde from the curse Voldemort sneered with disgust.
“You do not want to cross me, young Malfoy. I will give you a week to think about your decision. You will make the right choice at that time or you will not live to regret it!” Voldemort snarled. Looking at the two servants that brought the young blonde to his circle he said, “Take him back to where you got him from.”

~END VISION~

Harry disliked seeing anyone suffer, even if it was his hated rival. He was completely floored to say the least, he had been sure that Draco wanted to follow in his fathers footsteps. He couldn’t say what surprised him more; the fact that he didn’t want to become a Death Eater, or that he stood up to Voldemort. The only thing that was absolutely clear to him was that he needed to contact him.
He got up off his bed, sat at his desk, and penned a letter. When he was finished he sent the parchment with Hedwig and instructed her not to wait for a reply.

Draco was lying in his room in his bed, recovering from the after shocks of the Cruciatus Curse. He was at a loss. What could he do? There was nowhere to hide, no one to protect him, they would come back in a week and they would find him. It was afternoon and he was still in bed when he heard a tapping on his window. Carefully dragging his battered body from the bed, he made his way across the room and opened the window to let in the snowy white owl. As soon as he had the letter in his hand the owl took off again. He went back to his bed, sat down and read the letter.

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Draco Malfoy,
You are probably wondering why I would write to you. No this is not a game. I would like to meet with you. I have something important to discuss with you. If the fact that I would like to meet with you is not enough to intrigue you, let me say that by the end of our meeting, at the very least you would have information you could use against me. I will not insult your intelligence by going into details of the risk I am taking to do this. I will be at the leaky cauldron tomorrow noon. Don’t bring your sidekicks and I won’t bring mine. No need to reply, I hope you show.
Harry potter
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‘What the hell! Why would Potter want to meet with me? Only one way to find out,’ He thought.

Harry had decided to leave that night while everyone was sleeping. If he didn’t want anyone to know where he was he would have to fly. If he took the knight bus he would be discovered. He left a note for his Aunt telling her that he wouldn’t be back till next summer. He wrote a note to Dumbledore telling him he was leaving his Aunt’s house and not to go looking for him. He packed all of his belongings in his trunk; with the exception of his wand, broom and invisibility cloak. Since he had turned sixteen just last week, and was of age, he was now allowed to do magic but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t still be tracing it, especially if he was missing. He decided one of the many things he needed to do in the morning at Diagon Alley, was to purchase a book on wards to conceal his magical signature.
It was midnight when he had finally deemed it safe enough to leave without getting caught. He shrunk his trunk and pocketed it. He wrapped himself up in his cloak and headed out of the house to the back yard. He knew from last summer that the Order had people watching him, to keep him safe. Gripping his cloak tightly around himself he mounted his broom and took off into the night.
An hour or more later, he arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. Since he would have to wait until the shops opened tomorrow to do anything, he decided to sneak into a room for the night. With his cloak still wrapped slightly around him, he snuck inside as a customer was exiting. He made his way past the bar and up the stairs to find an empty room. He would leave money for Tom the owner in the mog fog for the room. Quietly as he could he checked room after room until he finally found an empty one. He placed his wand under his pillow, his broom and cloak up against the wall and climbed under the covers. Harry fell asleep almost instantly and did not wake until the sun was coming up on the horizon. After a shower he made his way down stairs. He told Tom about using the room and paid for the night. After a hot breakfast, in a secluded corner, he made a point of informing Tom that he wouldn’t be back. Making sure that he had all of his belongings, he made his way out into Diagon Alley. He quickly, before anyone identified him, made his way to a secluded area and covered himself once again with his cloak. His first stop was Gringotts, where he could get enough money to purchase the things he needed and change over a substantial amount over to muggle currency.
When he approached the Goblin at the counter he was still completely covered by his cloak. He leaned in close, uncovered only his face, showed his key and said his name.
“I don’t want anyone to know I’m here,” He whispered.
The Goblin acknowledged with a nod and summoned another to take him down into his vault. It didn’t take long for him to retrieve enough money and have some transferred into muggle currency.
After leaving Gringotts he headed next to Flourish and Blotts. He found the books he was looking for; one for wards, one for complex healing potions, and Moste Potent Potions, which contained the list of ingredients and instructions for Vertiserum. When he was hidden behind one of the tall isles, he removed his cloak, becoming visible once again and moved to the counter to make his purchases. After writing down the ingredients he would need for the two potions that he wanted to make, he had the stores proprietor shrink his purchases. As soon as he was out of eyesight he covered himself again and made his way to the apothecary. When no one was looking he uncloaked himself and then handed over his list to the person behind the counter. While he was waiting he noticed they not only sold ingredients but completed potions as well. He added a basic healing potion to his purchases on the counter when he spotted a permanent vision correction potion.
‘Why not,’ he thought, and placed that on the counter also. Once again he had all of his purchases shrunk with the exception of the vile of healing potion, and the vile of eyesight correction potion. He left the store and found a little alley were he could become invisible again. Looking at his watch he saw that he still had forty-five minutes until his meeting with his Slytherin Rival.
He decided to sit on a bench with a view of the Leaky Cauldron to see who was coming and going. Since he had time to spare he read the directions for the eyesight restorative. After drinking down the potion all he had to do was wait for it to take effect. Depending on how bad your eyesight was determined how long you would have to wait. Slowly instead of helping his glasses were steadily making his eyes loose focus. After removing his glasses he noticed his sight becoming clearer and sharper. Forty minutes had passed since he had sat on the bench and drank the potion, his eyesight was crystal clear, colors seemed more vivid and everything was in perfect focus. ‘It’s probably better now than it was with my glasses on,’ he thought. Checking his watch for the time once more he noticed, from the corner of his eye, a solitary figure with pale skin and platinum blonde hair enter the bar. Before following the Slytherin into the bar he took a good look around to make sure no one had been following him. Feeling quite confidant that the blonde hadn’t been tailed he quietly slipped into the Leaky Cauldron himself. Spotting Malfoy sitting over in the corner he made his way over until he stood directly behind the blonde.
Harry bent down slowly and whispered in his ear, “Malfoy, it’s me. Don’t look around or you’ll draw attention to us. It’s not safe here for me, so we are going out into muggle London where we won’t be recognized. We can talk while we eat lunch, I’ll buy.”
Draco barely nodded just enough to let Harry know he had heard and understood his plan.

Draco stood and headed out of the bar with Harry following. When they were no longer within eyesight of the bar Harry stopped, removed his cloak, and faced Draco.
“We need to get you some muggle clothes. If you wear your wizard robes you’ll stick out like a sore thumb.”
Draco was about to object when Harry interrupted.
“Look, you can ask me anything you want to when we sit down for lunch but right now please don’t fight me on this.”
Harry had noticed ever since they had left the bar that Draco was looking pale and weak; well, paler than usual anyway. He could tell that the blonde was still suffering the after effects of the Cruciatus Curse. He just didn’t have his normal arrogant stride, though you couldn’t tell anything was wrong to just look at his face. Harry always wondered how the blonde could cover up his emotions so well; always look so indifferent to any given situation.
“I bought this for you, it’s a basic healing potion. It won’t make your tremors disappear but it will help with the pain and discomfort a little,” Harry said, handing the vial of healing potion over to Draco.
“I don’t know what you’re on about Potter, there is nothing wrong with me,” Draco sneered.
“You can deny it all you want but I saw what Voldemort did to you last night.”
Draco lost his composure completely and looked like a cornered animal.
“How… how could you have seen?”
“I have visions because of my link,” he said pointing to the scar on his head and shoving the healing draught into his hands.
Draco quickly schooled his emotions back into his mask of indifference.
“Don’t think this means that I owe you Potter,” Draco drawled.
“I wouldn’t think of it,” Harry chuckled.
When the de hde had downed the potion Harry grabbed his arm gently and led him to the nearest store. The Gryffindor quickly ushered the Slytherin into the nearest changing room before a salesperson could see him. Harry grabbed some clothes off the rack that he hoped would suit the blonde’s tastes guessing on what size he thought the other would wear. After finding a few things he thought to be appropriate he looked down at himself with mild disgust. Deciding that he would no longer walk around in Dudley’s cast offs he picked a few garments out for himself. He strode back over to the changing room and handed over Draco’s clothing to him. Both teens changed into the new clothes and headed to the cashier to have the tags removed and pay for their purchases.

As they headed out the door Harry made sure he transferred all of his shrunken belongings into the pockets of his new clothing, handed a bag to Draco for him to stow his robe and tossed his own old tattered clothes into the nearest trash receptacle. They walked on in silence for a few blocks until they found a suitable restaurant to eat and still have enough privacy to carry on a private conversation.
After they were seated and had placed their orders, Draco was the first to speak.
“So why did you contact me, Potter?”
“Look Malfoy, after what I saw in my vision last night it changed my perception of some things. I thought it over for hours; if I was wrong about you what else was I wrong about.”
“How do you know you were wrong about me? Like you said in your letter, I could just be doing this to find out some useful information.”
“That’s one of the reasons I wanted to meet with you. I want to hear your opinion, your perspective about the wizarding world. I was raised by muggles, the only thing I’ve learned since I’ve been brought into this world was based on the beliefs of others. I’ve only ever blindly followed along. It has taken me this long to figure out there is more than just one side to things, and not everything is just black and white as I have been led to believe. I’m beginning to understand there are multiple shades of gray. I had no idea the wizarding world even existed until I received my Hogwarts letter.”
“Why come to me for answers? You hate me!”
“I figured given our history that you would be brutally honest with me. In addition to the fact that not only were you raised in this culture, your perspective comes from the other side of what I’ve been told so far. You’re a proud pureblood from a distinguished family with an ancient lineage. The fact alone that you have always been honest with me whether I’ve agreed with it or not, has just recently registered. Buy the way, I don’t hate you. I just don’t care for the way you treat others. My biggest reason, however, has to do with your reaction to Voldemort’s proposition. I always assumed you would follow in your father’s footsteps, until last night that is. But like I admitted earlier, I don’t really know you, and I believe that you are not black or white but somewhere in the middle.”

The two spent the rest of the afternoon with Draco explaining to Harry why he didn’t want to follow Voldemort, what it’s like to be a pureblood and what is expected of you from others in that kind of social circle. Draco explained his personal beliefs of the dark arts; that there is no such thing as good and evil magic it all has to do with the intent of the caster. Harry had made some confessions of his own; he told the other boy of his time with the Dursleys, how he was treated, that Dumbledore had confessed to knowing all along but did nothing about it. Draco was more than appalled; he told Harry that he had always assumed he had been treated like royalty, being the savior of the wizarding world and all. Harry also confessed how much he heated all of the attention he always received, for being Harry Potter and that know one really looked past that to get to know the person he really was.
“Yet, you still defend muggles after how they have treated you?” Draco asked.
“They are not all like that and it’s wrong to kill or torture anyone just because they are different, just because you don‘t understand them. That goes for how they have treated us in the past too, but I know there is a better solution. Malfoy, do you really want to go back home? You could stay with me in muggle London until school starts I’m going to rent a room.”
“Why do you want to help me?”
“I was hoping we could help each other. Stay with me for a few days to hear what I have to propose, then if you decide it’s not in your best interest you can leave.”
“What do you want from me?” Draco asked skeptically.
“I want you to teach me Dark Arts and help me with some potions. I’ll never be able to even have a fair shot of defending myself let alone trying to defeat the Voldemort without having the same kind of knowledge. Know thine enemy.”
“You surprise me, Potter; the hero wants to get in touch with his dark side. Fine but this doesn’t make us friends.”
“Of course not but I think a truce is in order, at least until school. I wouldn’t want to ruin your ‘bad boy, I hate all Gryffindors’ image,” Harry replied with a snigger. Harry held out his hand. Draco looked at the proffered hand then back into the eyes of his rival before reaching out his own grasping it in a firm handshake. They left the restaurant and found a clean reasonably priced hotel and got a room with two beds. When they arrived at their room Harry unloaded his pockets and turned to Draco.
“Malfoy, are you of age?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I need you to unshrink my things, I’m sure the Ministry or Dumbldore will be tracking my magic to try and find me.”
Draco just now realized with this little confession how much trust the other boy had given him, especially if no one knew where he was. After all there was nothing stopping Draco from hexing Harry and handing him over to Voldemort. So Draco unshrunk everything and sat on one of the beds.
“I bought this book on wards so that we could do magic with out anyone tracing us by our magical signatures. I just need you to cast the first ward and I’ll do the rest.”
Draco read the pages in the book that Harry showed him and cast the first of the concealing wards.
“Thanks. I also bought a book on complex healing potions, there’s one in there to cure the effects of the Cruciatus. I already have all of the ingredients. If you want to work on that while I’m placing up all the wards, there’s equipment in my trunk.” Draco was blown away; he couldn’t believe the person he taunted, played childish tricks on, and had been generally horrible to for the past five years had done this for him.

They spent the last few weeks before school; brewing potions, learning Dark Arts, with the books Draco retrieved from his home, talking and hiding from their world together. You cannot spend that much time together with another person, one on one, and not form some kind of a bond. Harry confessed to Draco about the Prophesy and that he wanted to research all he could and find a way as soon as possible to get rid of Voldemort. He didn’t want the guilt of any more deaths on his conscious. Draco agreed to help any way he could, with research, and coercing information from other Slytherins who had Death Eaters for parents. He also agreed to find out who was planning on joining Voldie’s ranks, who else might help them, and who could possible already be in the school as a spy. With the Moste Potent Potions book Harry had bought, they brewed a strong batch of Vertiserum. Draco planned on using the truth potion to weed out whom they could and could not trust from the Slytherins. The two former rivals decided it would be best to keep up the pretence of their old rivalry so no one would become suspicious. Draco would not be safe if someone ratted him out to the Death Eaters of his betrayal.

That year after they had arrived back at school, they found a secret room that they could train in, do research, and meet with other Slytherins they could trust, all without being discovered. For the sake of secrecy Harry agreed that it would not be wise to include Ron or Hermione in what they were doing, one slip up could mean someone’s life. It ended up being a total of five Slytherins including Draco to help Harry with the training, research, and being informants on plots and spies.

By the end of the year Harry was full of new knowledge, abilities and a plan. The group had discovered, by a slip on the part of one of their parents where Voldemort was hiding out. They also found out that the death Eaters were gearing up for an attack on the school in the beginning of the next school year. Harry decided it was time to put their plan into action, fight Voldemort once and for all, before he could do any more damage or make any more students throw their lives away by forcing them to join him. The best part of Harry’s plan was the element of surprise; Voldemort wouldn’t know what hit him.

The night of the attack, which was planned for the first day of the summer holidays, Harry took Hedwig with him to deliver a message to Remus. Of all the people in the Order, Harry knew the werewolf would do what ever he could once he received the information. Harry informed Remus of his plan in the letter, the coordinates of Voldemort’s hideout along with the request to show up after contacting the Aurors. He explained the need for them to come in large numbers to be able to round up the remaining Death Eaters; even Harry was intelligent enough to know he would be out numbered. He sent the letter in time for them to arrive for the clean up but to not be able to interfere with his plans. The other Slytherins from their group, with the exception of Draco, fed their parents a sleeping draught with their dinner; it would be four less Death Eaters that Voldemort would be able to call to his aide. Not to mention the fact that they didn’t want their parents to be imprisoned when the others where caught. Harry had convinced them it was a good idea; he would feel guilty since they helped him, if their parents were taken away. Not to mention the fact that they were convinced from the things that they had heard that their parents were only serving Voldemort out of fear anyway.

The sun was just setting when the five Slytherins appeared next to Harry, on a little hill near Voldemort’s Hideout. As soon as they arrived Harry sent Hedwig off to deliver her message. It was all over before anyone could do anything to stop it. Harry had defeated Voldemort with his five friends surrounding him, protecting him from stray curses of the Death Eaters that arrived just in time to be apprehended by the Order and the Aurors. Though everything went as planned, they had know idea how much it would take out of Harry. It was well over a month before he fully recovered from the magical energy drain he had experienced. But it was over, the wizarding world was safe, never to be threatened by Voldemort again, this time he would not be coming back.

Harry spent the first month of his summer recovering in the infirmary at Hogwarts. All of his friends, the Weasley family visited with him, but his most frequent visitor was Draco Malfoy. Draco only visited at night when Harry had no other visitors; with the exception of Dumbledore no one knew that the five Slytherins that were now Harry’s friends had had a hand in Voldemort’s defeat. After Harry’s recovery he was contacted by the Minister of magic, who wanted to meet with Harry to plan an elaborate ceremony to celebrate and award Harry with the Order of Merlin, First Class. Harry only agreed to participate in the Ceremony if the Minister would agree to Harry’s terms. They set the Ceremony to be held on the second day of the new school year and would take place at the school. Harry spent the rest of his summer relaxing, visiting friends, shopping and trying to put the past behind him. He no longer needed to live with the Dursleys, as his life was no longer in danger.

Finally the day of the ceremony had arrived. The ceremony had to held outside because the great hall was just not big enough to house all of the people that had shown up. There were row upon row of chairs set up facing a stage with podium. On the Stage sat several members from the ministry, Dumbledore, all the Aurors and members of the Order that had helped in the capture of the Death Eaters and of course Harry. Out in the crowd were students and their families, alumni, the professors, and of course the press. After medals of Honor had been bestowed upon all those that had helped in the capture of Voldemort’s followers, who were now awaiting trial, it was time for the Minister of Magic to honor Harry with Order of Merlin, First class.
Harry approached the podium to accept his award.
“Sonorous,” Harry said to magnify his voice.
“Those of you who know me are aware that I’m not one who enjoys public speaking. But I felt it important to say a few things today. I did my part not because I wanted to receive acknowledgements or awards; it was something I knew I had to do. I knew none of us would ever be free; I would never be free as long as Voldemort was alive. I have to thank all of those that have already received acknowledgement from the Ministry, I would not have been able to walk away alive if they weren’t there to make the necessary arrests. I have to be honest with you, I could have never defeated Voldemort alone, I had help.”
Harry waited until this news had the chance to sink in before he continued.
“I have the great honor today to bestow the Order of Merlin, Second Class to five worthy individuals. I wouldn’t be up here today if it were not for them. Their bravery, courage, selflessness, and their willingness to step away from old rivalries, to cross over the line and forget old grudges for the greater good. They did all of this, the hard work, sweat and tears without the slightest bit of acknowledgement, in secrecy, so that the plan could be successful. They walked around everyday last year with taunts and jeers from houses, others judging them without ever knowing them. The more the threat of war loomed closer the worse they were treated, yet never once did they waver in their loyalty to the cause, in their loyalty to me or in their loyalty to the safety of all of you.”
Harry had to pause to contain his emotions before his voice started to give him away, the only sign of the emotions surging through him was the single tear that streaked down his cheek.
“It is my great honor, and with my deepest gratitude, that I call the following heroes, my friends, up to receive this award as an acknowledgment of their sacrifices. Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Adrean Moon, and Draco Malfoy. There is really nothing I could give them to express my eternal gratitude, I will never forget all that you have done.” “Finite Incantatum,” Harry said as the voice magnification ended.
Murmurs and gasps of surprise could be heard through out the crowd as the five Slytherins mad their way up to the stage. Harry pinned the medal and thanked each one personally, offering up his most breathtaking smile and most heartfelt handshake to each. When he got to Draco Malfoy he pinned the medal on his chest but instead of grasping his hand, Harry threw his arms around the blonde and gave him a bone-crushing hug.
“It would never have been possible with out you, Draco. Thank you, for everything,” Harry whispered in his ear. When Harry pulled away, the blonde noticed another tear make its way down the Gryffindor’s cheek even though he continued to smile as brightly as ever.
Applause slowly erupted through the crowd ending in a standing ovation.

The next day was classes as usual. Though it took some time to adjust old grudges fell to the wayside, making way for new friendships. Not everyone could forget the past; some wounds were just too deep. Competition was still fierce but there was no longer the accompanying hatred involved. The biggest change that the rest of the school witnessed was the strong friendship between Draco and Harry.


CHAPTER 2 WILL SHED SOME LIGHT ON THE TITLE.