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Chapter 12 Silent Night Deadly Night


The day had finally come. There was no use denying it anymore. What good would it do? Harry groaned as a stream of sunlight flooded into the room he was now occupying. He could remember when Christmas was supposed to be a happy time. It really hadn't been that long ago, but today he wished the holiday never existed. Gone was his high he had felt yesterday, now he just wished that he had disobeyed Voldemort, and let him kill him. He couldn't do it...He couldn't take a life. It just wasn't in him for fuck sake. He was Harry Potter, savior of the wizarding world...he wasn't a murderer. Sure he hated the disgusting potions master, but never enough to kill him. When the time came could he kill him? Harry tried to remember why he had even agreed to it in the first place, and was reminded when said reason rolled over in bed, laying his head on his chest.

"Wanna go open presents?" Harry pet the blond's head, who growled in response. "I'm not a bloody dog Potter. I don't need your pets." Although Harry was in an unbelievably bad mood, he still couldn't help but chuckle.

"But what if I want you to be my pet?...Just think you could be my little puppy, and then I could always stroke you when you've been good, and give you treats." He heard the blond growl again before he rolled on top of him, straddling his waist.

"Mmmm but the whole stroking me and giving me treats stuff you can do anytime you want." Harry smiled as the face above him leaned down, attacking his neck.

"Yeah but if you were a puppy I could make you bark." The blond bit down on his neck, making Harry gasp.

"Maybe I would bark if you did your job good enough...Who knows you might even get me to howl." Harry couldn't help himself, he began to laugh hysterically, and in turn received a murderous look from the blond. "You know I was beginning to enjoy myself...I don't appreciate being laughed at." When he actually saw the blond make a pouting face, he mustered all his strength to roll them over so that he was the one now on top.

He heard the blond 'uhmmphh' but ignored it, and instead began making butterfly trails down his exposed chest. When he heard Draco moan it only fueled him, and he ended up at his pajama bottoms, after he quickly swirled the blond's bellybutton. He played with the strap to his pants before slowly lowering it, revealing the blond's growing erection. He smiled before nuzzling into Draco's thighs, receiving yet another growl. "Gods get a move on Potter. I can't verra well wait forever." Harry very carefully licked the tip of the blond's member, loving the way he could make him gasp.

"Now now Draco what did I tell you...I'll only stroke you if you're a good puppy." He heard Draco scoff, and quickly blew on the tip of his erection, making the blond buck up in response. "Good boy...I guess it's time for your treat." He grabbed Draco, and began stroking the blond, who was meeting his every stroke with a raise of his hips.

"Mmmmm oh fuck...fuck Harry...oh fuck..." Harry smiled at the blond's moans, and stopped stroking when he felt a slight stickiness on his hand. He looked at the blond, who until then had his eyes tightly shut. "If you fucking stop now Potter I guarantee I'll have you on your back in a matter of seconds...and I promise you won't enjoy it." To respond to the Draco's outburst he quickly took the impatient blond into his mouth. Hearing his gasps of pleasure he hurried his pace, and with what sounded remarkably like a wolf's howl the blond came in his mouth.

Harry swallowed, and leaned forward kissing Draco thoroughly. "I knew I could make you howl." The blond smiled before rolling on top again.

"Don't be too cocky Harry...as punishment I'll be the only one that's howling this morning...I suggest you go take a nice cold shower." And with that said the Draco was off him. Harry glared daggers into his back. How could he just leave him like that? "Oh don't look at me like that love...it's Christmas. You know the time to be all festive and happy." Harry scoffed before rolling out of bed.

"If this festiveness you speak of means that nice Draco has to come back, than count me out." He heard the blond laugh, and watched as he slowly turned around.

"You never bought that for a second did you?" It was Harry's turn to laugh.

"Oh which part your disgustingly sweetness, or hey maybe what should have made me believe you were sincere was you actually apologizing to Ron and Hermione and asking to be their friends." Draco rolled his eyes, obviously still a little disgusted for having to do that.

"I really was about to kill you when you suggested that, but then who would I have to fuck over break?" Harry narrowed his eyes at the blond.

"I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you were doing that?" Harry noticed how Draco's eyes suddenly grew cold.

"Oh like how you tell me about all the...let's just use the word odd things you've been doing recently?" Harry could tell that the blond was getting angry, and suddenly regretted ever bringing the subject up. The last thing he needed today was Draco mad at him.

"So you mentioned opening presents...does that mean I had to buy you something?" Harry was almost amused to see Draco glaring at him, and watched his fists clench and unclench. Apparently Draco didn't like the idea of not receiving a gift. "Oh calm down Draco I bought you a nice expensive gift that I'm sure you'll love, but you say you hate just for me." Harry smiled at his lover, who was beginning to relax.

"You know that if you really didn't buy me anything I would have killed you right?" Harry started laughing, knowing that he was totally serious.

"You scare me sometimes Draco. Do you know that?" The blond smirked.

"I'm glad. All this mushy gushy stuff is beginning to make me sick...and it's all your fault you know, you did this to me." Draco was smiling, and yet Harry was flipping out on the inside. It was true the blond had changed...had changed for him, and he no doubt had changed for Draco. Though in his case not for the better. He stepped forward, wrapping his arms around the blond's head, and pulling him in for a kiss. He quickly slipped his tongue into his mouth reveling in the taste. They finally broke away for air, and Draco began to eye him funny. "That was amazing, but what did I do to deserve such attention all of a sudden?"

Harry flung himself at the blond, wrapping himself around his body. Suddenly the thought of not being able to touch him became unbearable. Slowly two arms slid around his waist. "Draco...please know that I love you so much, and whatever may happen today know I did it for you...know I did it for us." Harry felt the body that was comforting him stiffen, and then pull away completely.

"What do you mean by that?...What are you going to do today?" Harry felt tears coming to his eyes, but he willed them away.

"Nothing I was just saying that...don't know what came over me. We really should go down and open presents." Harry turned to get his robe, but his arm was grabbed, yanking him back around.

"Don't you give me that bullshit Potter. I know that something's going to happen today! My bastard of a father mentioned something about it too...Now you can either tell me what it is, or get out of my house, because there is no way in hell that I'm going to let you do something that is undoubtedly stupid without me knowing what it is first." Harry quickly pulled his arm away, continuing to get dressed.

"Neither of those are an option anymore Malfoy." He could almost see the blond sneering behind him.

"Oh really since when do you call me Malfoy?" Harry spun around, anger apparent in his eyes.

"Since you absolutely refuse to call me by my name. Unless it's moaning it during sex of course!...I really hate being called Potter you know." The blond was scowling.

"Yes, I'm fully aware of that, and by the way thanks for reminding me when I exactly call you Harry...so H-A-R-R-Y care to explain your logic on why my two options won't work?" Harry leaned down, throwing the stubborn Slytherin his pants, which he took with a frown, and began to put on.

"For one I've explained to you why I can't tell you anything...it's just not safe Draco." The blond scoffed, so with a sigh Harry continued. "And as to me leaving, believe me I wouldn't mind it...but I know that there's no way your father would let me go."

Draco turned around, angrily ripping a shirt from his closet, and slipped it over his head. "Wouldn't mind leaving would you...then get out...you're my bloody guest not my father's, so he can go fuck himself for all I care." Harry sighed. He really shouldn't have added that he wouldn't mind leaving.

"Don't do this Draco. You know it's not you I want to leave." Harry sighed before moving to the blond again, who didn't move, but gave him a very dirty look at the thought of him getting anywhere close. He carefully leaned forward capturing his lips, and sighed when he didn't get a response. "Draco please it's Christmas. I don't want to fight with you." He nuzzled their noses together, and was relieved when he saw the blond smile.

"You're impossible to stay mad at you know that?" Harry smiled, and his eyes widened when Draco roughly captured his lips. "Now let's go down and open presents love...if what you say is true it's likely to be the only fun part of the day anyways." Harry frowned at him, but eventually nodded and they both headed to the door.

They treaded down the stairs, both in more solemn moods then they were in just five minutes ago. Their spirits lightened however when they saw the amazing sight in front of them. There was a magnificent Christmas tree in the parlor...underneath which looked to be storing about a hundred presents. "Wow Draco your parents really go all out for Christmas don't they?" The blond just scoffed, and Harry didn't say anymore about it.

Harry took a seat on one of the couches next to Draco, who was busy talking to his mother. Apparently he didn't hate Narcissa near as much as he hated Lucius. Harry couldn't help but be nervous as the older blond continued to stare at him as if expecting him to do something. Harry actually jumped when the older Malfoy talked to him.

"So Potter how was your first day at Malfoy manner?" Harry scowled at the man, who was smirking at him, but then remembered that as far as he knew he was Voldemort's second, and in his position it wouldn't do well to be rude to him.

"Oh verra homey, and you know I can almost bet that today will be even more pleasurable." His voice was dripping with sarcasm, and he was sure from the sneer that he was receiving Lucius had picked up on it.

"Yes, I'm sure...I for one can't wait to see how this day turns out." Draco had just seemed to have picked up on the two's conversation, and turned to sneer at his father.

"Well father, if you're done harassing my guest, can we get to the present opening part?" The two Malfoy's shared a not to pleasant gaze, until thinking he had to do something Harry grabbed the closest present labeled to Draco, and threw it on his lap. The blond shot him a look before quickly ripping the present open. It turned out to be a new cloak from Pansy Parkinson. Harry stared at the cloak, it wasn't bad...a nice dark green color.

Harry reached down to grab one of his own presents, and his eyes widened when he saw whom his fist present was from. "Draco look at this." The blond quickly looked over before scoffing, and tearing the present from Harry's hands.

"Weasley and Granger actually sent you a present? And here I though they hated you...well lets just see what they got you." Harry narrowed his eyes as the blond preceded to rip open his present. "Oh it's just a bunch of candy...chocolate frogs, every flavored beans, and look here blood suckers...looks like they got the two of us mixed up...after all it is me that loves the taste of your blood." Harry shot Draco a look, but he didn't seem to be the only one who did it. Both Lucius and Narcissa gave their son a very disgusted look.

"Well thanks for opening my present, but can we keep some comments to ourselves?" Draco smirked evilly at Harry, and the boy couldn't help but smile. "Now remember in further events I'm actually supposed to open my own presents." The blond stuck out his tongue, and Harry got a great urge to lean over and kiss him, but instead reached for another present.

They continued like that for what seemed like ages. Harry had never received more presents. All of the Slytherins had apparently found it necessary to send him presents, and he had a sudden pang of guilt for having bought them nothing. Harry's heart gave a lurch when he picked up a large brown package that looked to be from Hagrid. With a sigh he ripped open the note first, and immediately wished he hadn't. The whole note was dotted with tears, and very hard to read.

Harry,

I know you prolly won't even open this, but I just 'ad to send it. Have a wonderful Christmas with the Malfoy's...I hope they're treating you well.

Love, Hagrid


Harry felt so terrible...he had never meant to hurt him. With shaky hands he carefully opened the package, and when he saw it his heart felt like it was ripping apart. It was another photo album. Only this time it was compiled of all of his years so far at Hogwarts. It had pictures of him, Hermione, and Ron. There were also pictures of him and Hagrid. He flipped to another page, and tears welled up in his eyes. There was one of him and Sirius back at Grimmauld place. He looked so happy, and now he was gone. He flipped through countless pictures, and realized what he had given up for Draco. He had given up his entire life for the blond, and he was about to give up his soul. Draco, realizing something was wrong, looked over to Harry.

"What's wrong love?...Why are you crying?" Harry frantically wiped at his eyes.

"It's nothing. Just something in my eye." Harry lied.

"That's from Hagrid isn't it? I can't believe that oaf actually sent you a present." The blond reached out and took it from Harry's limp hands, and scowled when he saw what it was. "Trying to get you to remember how good your life was...well fuck him and his pictures." Harry was surprised when the blond yanked his head towards him, and placed a kiss on his forehead. "It's not something to get upset about Harry...You don't need them." Harry smiled at the Draco before reaching to grab his last present, which just so happened to be from said Slytherin.

He noticed how the blond seemed to stop with his own present opening to stare at him intently. The box was actually quite small, and Harry's eyes lit up in anticipation. After carefully removing the ribbon from the small box, he then proceeded to take off the top. His eyes widened when he saw what was inside, and he put on a huge smile. Two silver rings with a snake around them with emeralds for eyes. Two silver rings that matched the ones that Draco wore on his thumb and pointer finger perfectly.

Harry couldn't help himself, he flung forward knocking, Draco backwards, and then preceded to kiss his face all over. He heard disgusted grunts from who no doubt was Lucius, and a gasp of surprise from Narcissa, but at the moment he could care less. "Thank you Draco. Thank you so much...they're beautiful...I never thought you would buy me something like this!" Between kisses, Draco actually managed to get a few words out.

"Oh yeah I'm glad you like them...now at least our rings can match...oh and our matching cloaks from Pansy." Harry smiled before getting off of Draco, and giving him time to grab his own present. "Now lets just see what Potty got me." Harry stuck out his tongue at the ridiculous nickname, but was almost giddy at how good of a mood the blond was in, and of course from receiving his wonderful present.

Harry smiled when after practically tearing the present apart the Draco's eyes widened, and then narrowed. He angrily lifted a fluttering golden ball in his hand, which was shaking in anger slightly. "You got me a golden snitch for Christmas?" Harry tried to put on an innocent face, but he was dying of laughter inside.

"Yeah Draco I figured it might do you good to catch it at least once." The look on the blond's face was priceless, and Harry actually wanted Colin there to snap a picture. Draco's face had suddenly gone from shocked to murderous, and Harry thought it the perfect time to bring out his real present. He ran out of the room as quickly as he could, and was back in no time with a very long thin package. "This is your real present you gullible git." The blond scowled before grabbing the package and ripping the paper to threads.

Draco's eyes widened to the size of plates, and he looked at Harry like he was mad. "You...you bought me a firebolt?" Harry smiled so widely that he thought his face would crack. The blond was examining it so thoroughly, and Harry noticed that his two parents were as well.

"Well I though you know this way we would be even during our Quidditch match, and hey we can match on three things now." Draco was still looking skeptical.

"These things cost a fortune Harry...How did you afford it?" Harry eyes darkened. He actually bought the broom using the funds that had been left to him after Sirius's death, and the blond was right, it did cost a fortune.

"Don't worry about it...Just know you were worth it." Draco smirked before pulling Harry in for a long passionate kiss. They were only broken apart at the sound of the elder Malfoy clearing his throat.

"Draco how fortunate that you had Mr. Potter to buy you such an extravagant gift, and the earrings you bought your mother were lovely. Yet I don't remember receiving a gift from you." Harry saw Draco smirk evilly, and just knew something bad was about to happen.

"Oh no father I bought you something...I was just waiting till after everyone else had opened there presents to give it to you, but now seems perfect." The blond rushed upstairs, and brought down one last package. Harry could tell from the look Draco was giving his father that it wouldn't be good. He watched as Lucius opened the gift, and then sneered in disgust. Harry almost gasped with Narcissa when the older Malfoy pulled out what looked to be a dildo.

"What is the meaning of this Draco?" The blond smiled evilly.

"Well isn't it obvious father?...Now you can go fuck yourself!" With that said he grabbed Harry's arm, and began to lead him upstairs. Harry still had his rings in his hand, and Draco his broom, but Harry couldn't help but get a sickening feeling that his other gifts would end up smashed after Draco's little 'present'.

After the two were safely back inside Draco's room, the blond collapsed onto his bed, dying with laughter. Harry heard a muffled speech that sounded something like. "Did you see his face?" Harry wanted to laugh too, but he was still wondering whether his lover had gone mad.

"What were you thinking Draco? And here I thought you always liked your father." Draco stopped laughing, and sat up glaring at Harry, who was just wondering what he had done wrong.

"Oh I used to like him...I even got him a nice cloak or something, but I couldn't very well give it to him after I found out that he was a part of whatever they're making you do." Harry gave the blond a shocked look, who in turn just smirked and patted the bed. "Don't give me that look Harry...Just come over here so I can properly thank you for the present." Harry smiled, and slowly made his way over to the bed. Perhaps this day wasn't going to be so terrible after all.
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Harry once again woke up to a sleeping blond on his chest. They had both decided after their excursions to take a nap, and it looked that it had grown quite late judging from the color outside. He prodded the Draco in the side, and smiled when he received a very angry grunt.

"Draco we've been sleeping all day...look it's dark outside." Said blond rolled over, and looked out his window to see the sun beginning to go down.

"Mmm so we have...We should really do this more often." Harry smiled at him, before pushing him off, and getting out of bed. He grabbed some pants and a hoody, quickly getting dressed. Noticing the whole time how Draco was staring at him intently.

"Are you just gonna stare all day, or actually get your lazy arse up and get dressed?" Draco smirked.

"Come here." Draco beckoned him towards him with his finger, and who was Harry to argue. He walked over, and the blond grabbed the back of his head, pulling him in for a rough kiss. All the while his hands kept occupied by playing with his hair. He pulled away, rubbing their noses together. "You're so not good for me Potter...making me be all sentimental and the like...It's really not good for a Malfoy's reputation." Harry brushed a hand through silky blond hair before smiling.

"I hate to say it, but I think your 'Malfoy' reputation was ruined the second you decided to tell Pansy about us." The Slytherin huffed, before crossing his arms over his chest.

"You just had to remind me didn't you?...Couldn't let me not think about such things till after brake when I had to go back and be humiliated." Harry of course knew what the blond meant, but still couldn't help feeling a little hurt at the statement.

"Gee Draco didn't know you cared." Harry stuck his lip out in a pouting motion, and received a scowl from his lover.

"Oh don't give me that! You know what I meant." Harry smiled when hands surrounded his waist. "Now get me some clothes will you?" Harry frowned, but nodded and went to find the bossy brat some clothes.

He threw some boxers at the blond, which were closely followed by black pants and a black button up shirt. He couldn't help it, he was in a solemn mood. So if he couldn't dress a doll up all darkly, at least he could dress Draco. It was in that moment when he had an odd mental picture of combing Draco's hair out with a Barbie brush, that he felt he out to get off that subject. "You're a spoiled brat, you know that?" He turned to look at Draco, who in turn smirked.

"Yeah but I'm a spoiled brat who you love, and would do anything for." Harry smiled, but got sickening feeling in his stomach at those words.

"That's verra true...Now should we go downstairs?" Draco nodded, and began pulling on his clothes. After which he followed Harry out of the room and downstairs.

The sight that greeted them was the last that Harry wanted to see. There in the entry hall was none other than Snape shaking hands with Lucius. His clothes were filthy and weather worn, giving the impression that he'd obviously just arrived. The bottom dropped out of Harry's stomach, and he felt himself start to brake out in shakes. Never before had what he had to do seemed so real to him. Never before had it been standing in the entry hall staring at him.

"Ah Draco, Mr. Potter...how good of you to join us. I was just telling Lucius how I thought the holidays would be no doubt interesting for him. Seeing who you chose as a guest." Harry didn't even have the heart to be mad at Snape for the insult. He saw Lucius' eyes glitter, and hated his lover's father even more.

"Oh yes Severus I have no doubt with our special guest that this holiday will be anything but dull." Harry could feel the color draining from his face, and suddenly felt the great desire to faint. Draco was looking at him funny, and he had no doubt that he must look quite odd at the moment. With a nudge from the blond he made his way down the stairs, and now was standing not three feet from his victim.

"Nice rings you got there Potter...a gift no doubt?" Harry looked up at Snape, wishing he wouldn't speak to him, and wishing his voice to come back.

"Yes sir...from Draco." The potions master's eyes widened, then shot his blond prodigy a disapproving look.

"I see...then the rumors no doubt are true?" Harry could feel himself starting to get sick, and he wanted nothing more than to be out of this room. He was in no shape for any sort of conversation, so he let Lucius of all people answer for him.

"Unfortunately yes, and I have to say I'm very disappointed in my son for his choice in partners. But the little delinquent doesn't seem to want to listen to a word I say anymore." Draco was shot two dirty looks from the adults, and he just shrugged them off.

"Sev guess what Harry bought me." Without giving the adult time to open his mouth he excitedly answered. "A firebolt! So the Quidditch cup is seeming closer and closer." Harry saw Snape's mouth twist into an odd smile.

"Well it looks like Potter has finally learned to do something right. Though I dare say it was rather foolish, because with equal brooms there's no way those Gryffindors stand a chance." Harry's stomach lurched again. As if insults weren't bad enough, he had to go and give him what he believed to be a compliment. It was too much for Harry. He could feel the bile rising in his throat, and no longer could hold it in.

"I think I'm going to be sick." With that said he took of at a run for the nearest bathroom, which to his dismay happened to be quite far away. He felt a little better after emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet, which didn't happen to be much. Harry practically jumped ten feet when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you okay?" Harry began to relax when he realized it was only Draco. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, ignoring the disgusted look the blond gave him at seeing that.

"Yeah I'm suddenly feeling much better." He made his way to his feet, and grabbed something that appeared to be mouthwash. Doing well to use it before turning back to Draco. He really didn't think the boy had a big liking for vomit, though not that he thought about he didn't think there were many people that did. "I don't think I can do it Draco." The blond looked very concerned, before turning around and shutting the door.

"You can't do what Harry? What do you have to do? It has something to do with Snape doesn't it?" Harry's eyes widened. He had put the pieces together rather quick. Of course he wasn't all that surprised. You don't become second in your year for nothing. Harry walked over, grabbing the blond's head and pulling him towards him in a kiss. He felt tears falling down his cheek, and quickly wiped them away.

"Draco you need to go...You need to disappear...Go to Dumbledore, he'll protect you, but just go." Draco was confused, and pulled Harry's sobbing face up to look at him.

"What are you talking about Harry? Why would I be in danger? Harry tell me what's going on?" His lover's voice was frantic now, and Harry looked up ready to confess his heart out, but his eyes widened when he saw who was standing directly behind Draco.

Harry quickly backed up until his back ran painfully into the sink. "Silas what are you doing here?" Draco jumped at the mention of him, and joined Harry against the sink. Harry watched as an odd glimmer went through red eyes.

"Harry Harry Harry...you can never just follow orders can you? You just had to go and overreact." Harry scowled at the boy before stepping forward until they were nose to nose.

"I won't do it do you hear me? I won't kill him." Silas sighed in annoyance before grabbing Harry around the throat. Harry gasped as his throat froze over, and he was doing his best to stay conscious from lack of air.

"What did I say about the too much information thing huh? And yes you will kill him, or I'll kill him." He dropped Harry to the ground, and glared maliciously at Draco, who looked paralyzed at the moment. Harry lay gasping for breath, and powerless at the moment from stopping Silas from advancing on Draco. "Oh what's the matter Draky? You look terrified?" He walked over cupping Draco's chin, and leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "You should be."

Harry, still gasping, shakily made it to his feet. "Silas please don't do this...just just." Silas turned to Harry.

"Just what Harry?...Leave you alone. You and I both know that's not an option now, and you disobeying this order would result in your death, which we both know isn't an option either." Harry shot a look at Draco, who still seemed frozen to the spot.

"I can't do it Silas I can't kill anyone." Silas smiled at this, and walked forward entangling his hand in Harry's dark tresses.

"Of course you can. As I recall you didn't think you could do that to Pettigrew, but towards the end I could see you enjoying it, as I'm sure you'll enjoy this to." Harry felt a tear roll down his cheek, but then freeze when Silas began to stroke it.

"Please...please don't make me do this. I'll do anything, but please don't make me kill anyone." Silas continued to stroke his cheek, but seemed intrigued.

"Interesting...You would do anything...anything I ask?" He turned to Draco who seemed to become less frozen, and walked forward.

"It all makes since now...He's going to kill Snape, and he's doing it for me. That's why you showed them all the mark on Harry's chest. It was so you could have something to hold over his head. Why though? I don't understand I thought you hated..." At that moment Silas laid a finger over Draco's mouth, quieting the blond.

"Sshhh you'll find out soon enough Draco...I promise you. Now go outside and inform your father and his guest that Harry will be out in a bit after he freshens up." Harry looked frantically at the blond, not really wanting to be alone with Silas at the moment, and Draco seemed to have caught the look.

"Will he be okay" To his surprise Silas laughed.

"Oh trust me Draco out of everyone's safety Harry's is the least you should be worried about...I can assure you he'll be fine. Now go." With an apologetic look to Harry, the blond left the room. Leaving Harry and Silas alone together.

"Now that we're alone Harry...I have an idea that will save your little innocent soul...well at least partially." Harry looked confused, and as Silas began to move towards him he found himself pressed up against the door.

"What are you talking about Silas?" The red-eyed boy smiled before leaning forward so that their noses were touching, and Harry felt a chill go up his spine.

"Promise to serve and obey me, and I'll make sure you never have to have a murder on your hands that you don't want." Harry's eyes widened at this. What did he mean serve him? Wasn't that what he was already doing? Though he really didn't know why he was thinking about it, it's not as if he had a choice in the matter.

"What would I have to do?" Silas smirked.

"Promise to serve me, and only me." Silas looked down before looking back into emerald eyes. "That little mark on your arm, and your allegiance to Dumbledore won't matter anymore...If you think about it you'll be a double spy." Harry's head was spinning. He didn't know what was going on...last he checked Voldemort and Silas were on the same side. "I'll explain everything later Harry, but I need your answer now." Harry gulped, knowing he really had no choice, but he had to know something first.

"Will Draco be safe?" He watched Silas nod, and relief spread through him. "Then I'll do whatever you say." Silas smiled, and Harry's eyes widened as he leaned forward claiming his mouth. The same warm sensation spread through him as last time when they kissed, and he was almost in a trance when he finally pulled away. He didn't even object to the object that Silas stuffed in his mouth.

"It's so you don't scream...This will probably hurt." Harry's eyes widened as he was spun around so that his back was facing Silas. He felt his shirt being raised, and then a burning sensation spread through him. He yelped into the gag, and he felt like he would pass out from the pain. It felt like his back was on fire, and he did his best not to scream. When he was finally spun around, he met a smiling Silas, who quickly pulled the gag from his mouth.

"What the fuck did you do?' Silas pointed to the mirror.

"See for yourself...I think it turned out quite nicely." Harry walked over to the mirror, and lifted his hoody. He almost gasped at what he saw. There on the small of his back was a sword with a snake wrapped around it branded into his skin. Harry spun around to face Silas.

"Draco...He has the same mark. He told me it was just some dumb tattoo he had gotten when he was drunk! What does it mean?" Silas smirked.

"That you belong to me of course." He said it so matter of factly, as if that of course was the most logically explanation to having the same mark as Draco. "Now Harry you'll probably be getting quite sleepy at the moment, so I'll see you when you wake up." It was true Harry couldn't seem to keep his eyes open anymore. He fell to his knees, trying his best to stay awake. During this lapse he heard something that sounded an awful lot like "Sweet Dreams" before he collapsed. The last thing he remembered thinking was that now him and Draco had four things in common.
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Draco was pacing nervously in the living room, managing to receive nasty looks from both his parents and his potions master for doing so. What he couldn't understand was what was taking them so long in there, and what Silas was going to do to his Harry.

"Draco would you stop pacing you're making me nervous...I'm sure Potter's fine." Draco shot a look at his father before slumping down on a fluffy chair. His heart gave a jump when he saw Harry emerge from the bathroom, and thanked the world for small miracles.

Draco eyed the raven-haired boy questioningly. The boy was usually a wreck at the smallest of things, and yet now he seemed to be fine. As a matter of fact he sat down on a couch, joining them as if nothing had happened. On the contrary he seemed completely relaxed.

"Mr. Malfoy will we be eating soon? I'm really quite famished." Draco's eyes widened at this, as did Snape's.

"Potter actually using manners? Never in a million years did I think I'd see it...and as to a meal are you sure you can keep it down? I personally would not like to see your vomit all over Narcissa's nice table." Draco watched as Harry shot a look at his father, before turning back to Snape.

"No Professor I think all the butterflies are out of my stomach now. You won't have to worry about seeing my food come up anymore." The blond watched his father smirk, and cursed himself for ever leaving that room. Silas had obviously done something to Harry. He turned to his mother who seemed to be getting up.

"Yes, I think a meal would be a great idea. Let's all go to the kitchen shall we?" With reluctance Draco got up from his seat, shooting Harry suspicious looks the entire way to the kitchen, who in turn just smirked at him, and Draco knew something was definitely wrong...His Harry after all never smirked.

The food was great, but Draco barely noticed. He sat picking at his food while all the time staring at Harry. He really wanted to know what was going on. He missed the times when he could just pull the boy up to his common room and fuck some sense into him. The blond couldn't help but think that Harry was right about what he had said. If he had known what he was doing for him he would never have even thought of yelling at him. For a small period of time Draco actually thought that the rest of the evening would go normal, that is until his bastard of a father decided to speak up.

"Narcissa why don't you go upstairs. I think it's time for the four of us to have a nice discussion." The blonde woman nodded, before getting up from the table and leaving. Draco had the sudden urge to grab Harry and follow her.

"Now then that we're alone Severus I have some matters I wish to discuss with you." The potions teacher seemed surprised at this, but played it off.

"Oh yeah and what would that be Lucius? If it's fit for Draco and Potter's ears it can't be too important." Draco watched his father smirk, and the desire to run out of the room came back again.

"Actually Severus it is a matter of the utmost importance. Tell me my old friend what would you say if I were to tell you that Lord Voldemort has found some one much more befitting to take up the role as his favorite pet?" Draco saw pure panic enter the greasy man's eyes, and watched as he jumped up and pulled out his wand.

"EXSPELLIARMUS!" Draco's eyes widened when a spell from Harry's mouth sent Snape's wand flying through the air. Snape stared at Harry, completely stunned.

"No! I would have known! He would have told me if you had switched sides." Draco watched as Harry stood up, and made his way over to the potions professor.

"Lucius would you do me a favor and block the door? Oh and also make sure this traitor can't disapparate, and tell everyone's favorite headmaster about this. Now that our Lord doesn't want him that's obviously the first place he'll go" Snape's eyes widened even further, and Draco couldn't help but join him in his look. He quickly got up from his chair, making his way to the closest wall.

"I can't believe this Potter...how could you? What would your parents think?" Snape's words were pure venom, but Draco didn't even see Harry flinch.

"Don't you dare bring my parents into this you worm." Harry sauntered over to where Snape was now standing terrified. "You who was the one that told Voldemort of the prophesy in the first place." At the look of shock on the greasy traitor's face, Harry felt he should continue. "Oh yes I know all about what you overheard with Trelawney. Seems sadly ironic that you should die by the hands of the person you helped create." Draco watched as Harry raised his wand, and headed over to Snape. The potions master however refused to flinch even when there was a wand pointed directly at his heart.

"I was his servant though. I did everything he asked! I was going to hand Dumbledore's head to him on a silver platter." Draco watched as Harry's eyes narrowed.

"This is the real world Severus. Our Lord doesn't want second best."

"I could have killed you Potter. I could have killed you a thousand times over, but I didn't! I spared you." Harry moved his wand closer to Snape's heart.

"Oh what am I supposed to thank you? The only reason you never killed me is because you never could stand up for yourself. You just had to follow orders...Well look where being the lord's obedient lap dog got you...nowhere" Harry's emerald eyes glimmered with malice. "I on the other hand have more power than you could ever imagine."

Snape sputtered for a moment, before laying his head on the floor. "Please Potter don't kill me...I'll do whatever you ask. We can join forces. We can become more powerful than Voldemort himself." In response to that, Harry simply removed the foot that Snape was currently groveling on.

"These are your last words Severus so make them a prayer." Draco looked around the room from Snape's quivering face, to Harry's glaring one, to his father's face who was smirking, and wished there was something he could do.

"Your mother wouldn't want you to kill me. Your mother would have spared my life!" Draco saw Harry seemed to be a mixture of disappointed and annoyance at the so called prayer, and then all time seemed to stop as he watched those fateful words come out of his lover's lips.

"Avada Kedarva" Draco shut his eyes as a blinding green light escaped from Harry's wand, and heard a thud as Severus Snape fell lifeless to the floor. Draco opened his eyes to see that Harry was smirking at what he had just done, and for the first time in his life wanted to strangle Silas for whatever he had done to make him like this.

"Wonderful show Mr. Potter, and here I thought you didn't have the nerve. Our lord will be happy to hear of this." Harry spun so he was facing Lucius.

"Yes well I hope this proves my loyalty to him, and only him. The naive boy you once knew is dead now...In his place is a servant worthy for Lord Voldemort." Draco's stomach lurched at that, but it seemed to be enough for his father. The blond watched as Harry walked over Snape's corpse towards him, and grabbed onto Draco's arm, pulling him out of the room.

A chill went through Draco when Harry touched him, and a coldness seemed to spread through him. It was in that moment that he understood. His Harry was not the one that had just murdered someone. No the person who seemed to have Harry's body was Silas. The blond began to shake. So that's what he meant by Harry's hands wouldn't get dirty. Because technically Harry never did it!
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