The Defection of the Vindictive
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Adult ++
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The Defection of the Vindictive
Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn’t belong to me. He belongs to J.K. Rowling and possibly the wizarding world—depending on how submissive he is. Even though I have Draco Malfoy tendencies with all things expensive, I am not making any profit whatsoever unless getting readers hot and possibly bothered is a profit. In other words: these aren’t my characters, but as far as I know, the plot is. My bad if someone’s had this idea before.
Pairings: Harry/Draco, possibly others.
Warnings: Slash, AU, Sexual Situations,Character Death (no one you\'ll like), Semi-Dark!Harry
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst
Rating: R for language and sexual situations inlater chapters.
Summary: When Harry discovers the truth about his lineage, his ideals and views change. Will a long abused and used pureblooded wizard really fight for something he is beginning to disagree with, or will he defect to the other side? With the help of a passionate enemy turned lover, Harry will end the war between the Dark and the Light once and for all, but not without first showing off a few of his Slytherin tendencies. AU: Sirius is not dead; Semi-Dark!Harry
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The Exile of the Vindictive
Chapter One:
Kidnapping the Prefect
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A strong arm reached out and grabbed Draco Malfoy, jerking him into a dark alcove in the Dungeons when he was on his way back from making his rounds.
“Potter!” he growled as he struggled to free himself. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”
“Hush, Malfoy,” he said as he stuck his head out and checked the halls for other people. He cast an unfamiliar spell on both of them, and drug Draco to an unused classroom—Draco struggling the entire way.
“No use struggling now, Malfoy. No one can see or hear you except me, he said as he drug the boy up the stairs towards the Entrance Hall. “Speak freely for now. We are going on a field trip.”
“Where are we going, Potter?” he asked, a little less anxious now.
“You’ll see. I want to have a chat with you.”
They exited the school and made their way down the steps, neither talking, but Draco no longer struggling. His curiosity outweighing his need to insult or fight with the other boy. Harry pulled him along a dark well-worn path towards the Forbidden Forest.
“Potter, I am definitely not entering the Forbidden Forest with you. Remember what happened last time I did? We were nearly attacked.”
“We weren’t nearly attacked. It was just Professor Quirrell…he was being possessed by Voldemort. Besides we’re not going to the Forbidden Forest,” Harry stated simply as he pulled Draco off the path towards the Whomping Willow.
“The Whomping Willow is not better. I shan’t be going near it,” Draco said, arms crossed haughtily. The tree’s limbs immediately began flailing and swinging at the two boys when it heard their voices approach.
Harry picked up a large stick and pressed it into a large knot in the trunk of the tree. The limbs stilled instantly and a large hole materialized at the base of the tree. Grabbing Draco by his arm and pulling him forward, he said, “Yes you will, my dear Slytherin. Or else you shan’t be given the counter spell to your invisibility.”
With a huff, Draco allowed Harry to tug him into the tunnel under the Whomping Willow tree. The hole closed behind them, and above, they could hear the sound of a very angry Willow tree lashing about.
-x-
“Potter, tell me we are not in the Shrieking Shack,” Draco drawled as they exited the tunnel from Hogwarts.
“We are, Malfoy,” Harry returned with a smirk. “Scared?”
“You wish, Potter.” He smirked. “Why are we here?”
Harry ignored his question, and asked one of his own. “Tea? Butterbeer? Fire Whiskey perhaps?”
“How did you get Fire Whiskey?” Draco asked incredulously. “We won’t be old enough to buy it for another few months. You have to be sixteen.”
“I haven’t bought it yet. I was merely suggesting that we go somewhere other than here for our chat. There’s this shady little pub near Knockturn Alley. We could go have a few glasses there,” Harry said, examining his fingernails.
“You haven’t answered my question, and what would you be doing near Knockturn Alley?”
“Damnit Draco, sometimes you can be so daft,” Harry said with an exasperated sigh. “We will be using glamours, of course, and I’ve been to Knockturn Alley plenty of times. That will be one of the points of our discussion. So, do you want to go or stay here?”
“What makes you think I’ll go anywhere with you, Potter?” Draco asked with a sneer.
“Fire Whiskey it is, then,” Harry sighed as he raised his hand and cast a very powerful glamour on the young blonde before casting on himself as well. Draco looked up at him with wide eyes.
“You didn’t use a wand,” he said quietly. Harry smirked.
“I know. I did a pretty good job, too. You’re fucking hot,” Harry said with a wicked grin. “Look behind you.”
Draco turned around to stare at himself in the beautiful ornate full-length mirror. He was sure it hadn’t been there when they entered the room through the tunnel, but after seeing Harry cast that glamour on himself without a wand, he wasn’t very surprised.
Starting at his feet, Draco took in his new appearance. He was no longer wearing his school robes, but instead was clad in heavy black dragon-hide boots with silver buckles running up the sides. Tight black dragon-leather trousers curved to his body and rested low on his hips. The clasps on the trousers were also made of very fine polished silver.
His torso was draped with an iridescent silver shirt that clung to his toned chest and abs. Over it all, he had a lovely thick calf-length traveling coat. It was black as well. Draco was pleased with his current wardrobe, and though he never would have mentioned it, impressed with Harry’s sense of style.
He looked up to stare at his face, and was shocked. He looked exactly the same, except instead of the very noticeable Malfoy-grey-eyes, his eyes were now a very dark blue. His lashes, nearly black, fluttered as he took in his familiar full pink lips, and perfect pointed nose. His platinum blonde hair was darker now—a soft gold—and had grown several inches to be pulled back at the nape of his neck with a beautiful silver clasp.
All in all, Draco was impressed. He turned to look at Harry.
The other boy was looking at him intently. Draco noticed that he was taller now. In fact, now they stood at equal height, which meant that Harry was now nearly six-feet tall. He stood in front of Draco with an unreadable expression, then a small smile twitched at the corner of his lips.
“What is it Potter? You think something’s funny? Because if you do, I’d like to remind you that you are the one who glamoured me like this!” Draco said with a huff.
“Nothing’s funny at all, Malfoy. I think I did a rather good job, like I said.”
“Then what in MERLIN’S NAME are you snickering at?” Draco growled, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His chest rose and fell quickly underneath his tight silver shirt, and Harry couldn’t help his breath from catching slightly when he saw it.
Draco took this time to finally notice the glamour charm that the other boy had used on himself. He was still thin, but not scrawny, and his shoulders were broader. He, too, was wearing black dragon hide boots and trousers, but Harry’s boots were tied with leather instead of silver clasps. His trousers matched.
Harry’s shirt was a royal blue long-sleeved one that fit tightly over his newly broadened muscles. He had a black choker necklace made to look like a snake eating it’s tail that freed itself and slithered down Harry’s arm. It wrapped itself around his wrist and hissed at Draco.
Harry chuckled and hissed back before looking up to stare into Draco’s eyes. Draco noticed that those eyes were no longer green, but still just as vibrant—piercing. It was a small comfort to Draco to see that no matter what color, Harry’s infamous eyes would never be dull. His hair was still inky black, but it was straight now and fell into place as it should. It fell to just above his shoulders and he left it that way instead of pulling it back.
Harry spoke, and Draco noticed that his lips were fuller now—pinker—instead of the thin line they once were. Harry snapped his fingers in front of Draco’s face and smirked at him. Draco looked up, trying his best to sneer.
“I said, are you ready to go?” a deep raspy voice asked him. Draco could only nod.
“Good then, just a few rules and warnings before we go then. “You are not to mention either of our names, nor names of anyone who attends Hogwarts unless I mention the name first. If I mention it first, it’s safe. Do not mention Hogwarts either. I will be placing several powerful privacy charms and spells, but you can’t be too careful. If someone speaks to you directly, do not acknowledge them.
“This is for your safety as well as mine.” With that, Harry turned towards the door and exited the Shrieking Shack. “Come on then,” Harry called over his shoulder. Reluctantly, Draco followed.
-x-
Harry and Draco walked through Diagon Alley and turned onto Knockturn Alley. With their clothing, they did not stand out and were able to make it to the Devil’s Snare on the corner.
Draco noticed that Harry now carried himself with an air of superiority—an air of a Malfoy. Draco smirked as Harry imperiously stepped to the bar and snapped his fingers. A beautiful succubus rushed over and took his order, blushing profusely.
The succubus turned to Draco and asked, “Will that be a Fire Whiskey for you as well?”
“Yes, of course,” Draco answered. Harry nodded, and tossed twenty galleons on the bar. The barmaid looked up at Harry with a shocked questioning glance.
“We’ll be taking that table in the back; please make sure that our glasses remain full and we are not bothered.” With that, Harry turned and strode off towards the table, gesturing for Draco to follow.
“That’s quite a bit of galleons for just a couple Fire Whiskey’s, Potter,” Draco said as he slid into a seat across from the Gryffindor.
“I’ve nothing else to spend it on,” he replied. The barmaid brought over two Fire Whiskeys and rushed off with a blush on her cheeks. “but we both know that the Fire Whiskey is not why I’ve brought you here,” Harry said, taking a sip of his drink.
Pairings: Harry/Draco, possibly others.
Warnings: Slash, AU, Sexual Situations,Character Death (no one you\'ll like), Semi-Dark!Harry
Genre: Romance/Drama/Angst
Rating: R for language and sexual situations inlater chapters.
Summary: When Harry discovers the truth about his lineage, his ideals and views change. Will a long abused and used pureblooded wizard really fight for something he is beginning to disagree with, or will he defect to the other side? With the help of a passionate enemy turned lover, Harry will end the war between the Dark and the Light once and for all, but not without first showing off a few of his Slytherin tendencies. AU: Sirius is not dead; Semi-Dark!Harry
-x-
The Exile of the Vindictive
Chapter One:
Kidnapping the Prefect
-x-
A strong arm reached out and grabbed Draco Malfoy, jerking him into a dark alcove in the Dungeons when he was on his way back from making his rounds.
“Potter!” he growled as he struggled to free himself. “What in Merlin’s name are you doing?”
“Hush, Malfoy,” he said as he stuck his head out and checked the halls for other people. He cast an unfamiliar spell on both of them, and drug Draco to an unused classroom—Draco struggling the entire way.
“No use struggling now, Malfoy. No one can see or hear you except me, he said as he drug the boy up the stairs towards the Entrance Hall. “Speak freely for now. We are going on a field trip.”
“Where are we going, Potter?” he asked, a little less anxious now.
“You’ll see. I want to have a chat with you.”
They exited the school and made their way down the steps, neither talking, but Draco no longer struggling. His curiosity outweighing his need to insult or fight with the other boy. Harry pulled him along a dark well-worn path towards the Forbidden Forest.
“Potter, I am definitely not entering the Forbidden Forest with you. Remember what happened last time I did? We were nearly attacked.”
“We weren’t nearly attacked. It was just Professor Quirrell…he was being possessed by Voldemort. Besides we’re not going to the Forbidden Forest,” Harry stated simply as he pulled Draco off the path towards the Whomping Willow.
“The Whomping Willow is not better. I shan’t be going near it,” Draco said, arms crossed haughtily. The tree’s limbs immediately began flailing and swinging at the two boys when it heard their voices approach.
Harry picked up a large stick and pressed it into a large knot in the trunk of the tree. The limbs stilled instantly and a large hole materialized at the base of the tree. Grabbing Draco by his arm and pulling him forward, he said, “Yes you will, my dear Slytherin. Or else you shan’t be given the counter spell to your invisibility.”
With a huff, Draco allowed Harry to tug him into the tunnel under the Whomping Willow tree. The hole closed behind them, and above, they could hear the sound of a very angry Willow tree lashing about.
-x-
“Potter, tell me we are not in the Shrieking Shack,” Draco drawled as they exited the tunnel from Hogwarts.
“We are, Malfoy,” Harry returned with a smirk. “Scared?”
“You wish, Potter.” He smirked. “Why are we here?”
Harry ignored his question, and asked one of his own. “Tea? Butterbeer? Fire Whiskey perhaps?”
“How did you get Fire Whiskey?” Draco asked incredulously. “We won’t be old enough to buy it for another few months. You have to be sixteen.”
“I haven’t bought it yet. I was merely suggesting that we go somewhere other than here for our chat. There’s this shady little pub near Knockturn Alley. We could go have a few glasses there,” Harry said, examining his fingernails.
“You haven’t answered my question, and what would you be doing near Knockturn Alley?”
“Damnit Draco, sometimes you can be so daft,” Harry said with an exasperated sigh. “We will be using glamours, of course, and I’ve been to Knockturn Alley plenty of times. That will be one of the points of our discussion. So, do you want to go or stay here?”
“What makes you think I’ll go anywhere with you, Potter?” Draco asked with a sneer.
“Fire Whiskey it is, then,” Harry sighed as he raised his hand and cast a very powerful glamour on the young blonde before casting on himself as well. Draco looked up at him with wide eyes.
“You didn’t use a wand,” he said quietly. Harry smirked.
“I know. I did a pretty good job, too. You’re fucking hot,” Harry said with a wicked grin. “Look behind you.”
Draco turned around to stare at himself in the beautiful ornate full-length mirror. He was sure it hadn’t been there when they entered the room through the tunnel, but after seeing Harry cast that glamour on himself without a wand, he wasn’t very surprised.
Starting at his feet, Draco took in his new appearance. He was no longer wearing his school robes, but instead was clad in heavy black dragon-hide boots with silver buckles running up the sides. Tight black dragon-leather trousers curved to his body and rested low on his hips. The clasps on the trousers were also made of very fine polished silver.
His torso was draped with an iridescent silver shirt that clung to his toned chest and abs. Over it all, he had a lovely thick calf-length traveling coat. It was black as well. Draco was pleased with his current wardrobe, and though he never would have mentioned it, impressed with Harry’s sense of style.
He looked up to stare at his face, and was shocked. He looked exactly the same, except instead of the very noticeable Malfoy-grey-eyes, his eyes were now a very dark blue. His lashes, nearly black, fluttered as he took in his familiar full pink lips, and perfect pointed nose. His platinum blonde hair was darker now—a soft gold—and had grown several inches to be pulled back at the nape of his neck with a beautiful silver clasp.
All in all, Draco was impressed. He turned to look at Harry.
The other boy was looking at him intently. Draco noticed that he was taller now. In fact, now they stood at equal height, which meant that Harry was now nearly six-feet tall. He stood in front of Draco with an unreadable expression, then a small smile twitched at the corner of his lips.
“What is it Potter? You think something’s funny? Because if you do, I’d like to remind you that you are the one who glamoured me like this!” Draco said with a huff.
“Nothing’s funny at all, Malfoy. I think I did a rather good job, like I said.”
“Then what in MERLIN’S NAME are you snickering at?” Draco growled, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His chest rose and fell quickly underneath his tight silver shirt, and Harry couldn’t help his breath from catching slightly when he saw it.
Draco took this time to finally notice the glamour charm that the other boy had used on himself. He was still thin, but not scrawny, and his shoulders were broader. He, too, was wearing black dragon hide boots and trousers, but Harry’s boots were tied with leather instead of silver clasps. His trousers matched.
Harry’s shirt was a royal blue long-sleeved one that fit tightly over his newly broadened muscles. He had a black choker necklace made to look like a snake eating it’s tail that freed itself and slithered down Harry’s arm. It wrapped itself around his wrist and hissed at Draco.
Harry chuckled and hissed back before looking up to stare into Draco’s eyes. Draco noticed that those eyes were no longer green, but still just as vibrant—piercing. It was a small comfort to Draco to see that no matter what color, Harry’s infamous eyes would never be dull. His hair was still inky black, but it was straight now and fell into place as it should. It fell to just above his shoulders and he left it that way instead of pulling it back.
Harry spoke, and Draco noticed that his lips were fuller now—pinker—instead of the thin line they once were. Harry snapped his fingers in front of Draco’s face and smirked at him. Draco looked up, trying his best to sneer.
“I said, are you ready to go?” a deep raspy voice asked him. Draco could only nod.
“Good then, just a few rules and warnings before we go then. “You are not to mention either of our names, nor names of anyone who attends Hogwarts unless I mention the name first. If I mention it first, it’s safe. Do not mention Hogwarts either. I will be placing several powerful privacy charms and spells, but you can’t be too careful. If someone speaks to you directly, do not acknowledge them.
“This is for your safety as well as mine.” With that, Harry turned towards the door and exited the Shrieking Shack. “Come on then,” Harry called over his shoulder. Reluctantly, Draco followed.
-x-
Harry and Draco walked through Diagon Alley and turned onto Knockturn Alley. With their clothing, they did not stand out and were able to make it to the Devil’s Snare on the corner.
Draco noticed that Harry now carried himself with an air of superiority—an air of a Malfoy. Draco smirked as Harry imperiously stepped to the bar and snapped his fingers. A beautiful succubus rushed over and took his order, blushing profusely.
The succubus turned to Draco and asked, “Will that be a Fire Whiskey for you as well?”
“Yes, of course,” Draco answered. Harry nodded, and tossed twenty galleons on the bar. The barmaid looked up at Harry with a shocked questioning glance.
“We’ll be taking that table in the back; please make sure that our glasses remain full and we are not bothered.” With that, Harry turned and strode off towards the table, gesturing for Draco to follow.
“That’s quite a bit of galleons for just a couple Fire Whiskey’s, Potter,” Draco said as he slid into a seat across from the Gryffindor.
“I’ve nothing else to spend it on,” he replied. The barmaid brought over two Fire Whiskeys and rushed off with a blush on her cheeks. “but we both know that the Fire Whiskey is not why I’ve brought you here,” Harry said, taking a sip of his drink.