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Chapter 16 Condemning Kiss

Harry made it back to the Gryffindor common room vaguely aware that he looked half drunk. He couldn't help it though, there was like a natural high running through his system, and he was more than a little aware that there was a smile plastered on his face that just refused to go away. His mind was running at thousand miles a minute, and yet he couldn't make a distinguishable thought. Blond hair and gray eyes kept flashing in these indistinguishable thoughts. In truth the only thing he could describe this as was being happy. If asked to make a patronus at the moment he was sure it would be unstoppable.

He muttered the password to the fat lady, and crawled through the portrait hole so that he was now standing in the common room facing his two best friends. He could have almost laughed at the two faces they were sporting at his appearance. Hermione held an even bigger smile then he did, which all things considering he found to be a little odd.

"How we doing Harry?" Harry's smile broadened if that was possible, and he now understood what little 'coaxing' Draco really had. This left him with one answer he could possibly give her.

"Fucking great!" Hermione smiled again, and Harry was soon out of breath as the girl ran up, giving him the biggest hug imaginable. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head in gratitude.

This now left the second mentioned face. Ron's face held a mixture of anger, humor, and above all disgust. Now for the first two Harry had a pretty good idea. The humor seldom died off of the red-head's face, and the anger was more than likely due to the fact that he was hugging, and semi-kissing Hermione. This only left disgust, and Harry raised an eyebrow in question at this. He didn't have to wait long for an answer.

"Paleeeeeseee, please tell me that a pen exploded on you." Of all the things he expected Ron to say this was on the bottom of his list. What did he mean by that? He heard Hermione start to giggle, and looked down to see that she was pointing at his neck. Realization suddenly hit him, and he could feel his face start to get extremely hot. Releasing Hermione he went over to the mirror to see that it was just as he expected. About six little black and blue marks were literally covering his entire neck.

He turned around rather sheepishly to face his best friend, and in turn got something that appeared to be a smile. Now this confused him, because never had Ron smiled about something having to do with Draco.

"So you and ferret boy made up?...Ah that's cute, now wait here while I go throw up...You can only be nice so long after all before the nausea catches back up to you." Harry smiled when he saw the red-head fake puke, that smile soon turned into a chuckle, and that chuckle soon turned into a full bellied laugh. He vaguely noticed that his two friends were laughing too. It was good to be back to his crazy sort of normal.
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Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked down the hallway towards their first Defense against the Dark Arts class of the year. Although he couldn't help but feel that the whole notion was pretty pointless. The position was cursed, and filling it only furthered ensured that the poor bastard that was teaching was going to have some tremendously awful happen to him that will most likely not allow him to teach the post next year. Now normally he couldn't stand who ever was teaching so that was all well and good, but he actually liked Lupin. It really would be a shame to have him face some unfortunate accident. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed how his two other friends never broke eye contact with each other, and how the two had a certain twinkle in their eyes whenever the other one smiled. This led him to wonder just how long it would be till a pen blew up on one of them.

"Oi, Potter wait up!" Harry couldn't help but let an enormous grin cover his features, and he spun around to see that Draco was mirroring his own image. Except of course his was a little more subtle, he did have a reputation to keep after all. The blond's gaze traveled to the two people that were accompanying him. Harry barely kept back a laugh when Draco did a mock bow.

"Hermione, Weasel....we'll meet you in class." Harry raised an eyebrow at this, but apparently he wasn't the only one that was confused.

"Hey how come you're calling her Hermione, and I'm still Weasel?" Hermione's eyes seemed to sparkle with pride at getting Draco to call her by her first name, and now Harry was sure the girl had something to do with their reunion.

"Because I like her a lot better than you, monkey boy, and besides she doesn't smell." Harry couldn't hold it in anymore, he burst out in laughter when Ron did a quick sniff of himself, but sobered when he received a dirty look from the blond. He was caught up in gray eyes, and he barely noticed how Hermione grabbed Ron's arm, pulling him off down the corridor. Leaving the both of them very much alone.

Harry had stopped laughing, but was still mildly grinning. "So how are things?" This caused the blond to smile again, and Harry gasped as he was pulled forward in a heart stopping kiss. After what seemed like an eternity Draco pulled away, leaving Harry to gasp for air. Harry sighed when a hand ran through his hair, stopping to gently stroke his cheek.

"Things are good; things are always good when I'm around you." Harry buried his head in the crook of the blond's shoulder, and felt that wave of happiness hit him again. It was so weird having Draco talk like this, weird but very refreshing. He only lifted his head when he heard someone clear their throat from behind him. He faintly heard a growl erupt from Draco, but ignored it when he saw Blaise smiling.

"Ah look how cute the two of you look...That's just adorable." Harry once again buried his head in the crook of the boy's neck, but this time to stifle laughter. Now that he thought about it, it was quite strange how alike, and yet very very different, Blaise and Ron were. They both had had similar reactions to finding out about them, and hell sometimes they even acted the same. Ron was like the nice version of Blaise. Well then did that make him and Draco similar? And if that was true did that mean that Pansy and Hermione were the same? He snorted at the very idea. Yeah Hermione was the same as Pansy, except way less of a whore.

"Verra funny Zabini, but describe me as adorable again and it will be the last thing you ever do." Harry lifted his head from the blond's shoulder, and turned to the brunette.

"Hey Blaise, how's it goin?" The brunette's face cracked into a smile, and he walked over, slapping Harry a little too hard on the back.

"Great Potter, by the way great game. I knew you were just pretending to be all goody-goody again." Harry frowned. Did all of Slytherin think that he had thrown the match? And if all the Slytherins did, what did the Gryffindors think of him?

"Blaise I didn't mean to..." He was stopped short by an elbow in the ribs, and he fought the urge not to double over and scream. With all of his will power he managed to stand up straight without crying. "So Blaise excited about DADA?"

Harry noticed how Blaise looked excited and was about to respond when a murderous glare from Draco made him stop. Oh yeah he had forgotten how much the blond always hated Professor Lupin. In an attempt to put out the increasingly growing fire, he just began to walk towards class. Leaving the two Slytherins alone to sort this one out.

"Where the hell are you going fuck face?" Harry spun around, glaring at the blond who was not only matching his glare, but beating him ten fold.

"I was going to class, and by the way love you too." Knowing that he wasn't going to get out of that one, as quickly as he could he started running towards his savior that was the classroom.

In the background he could hear Blaise laughing, and also footsteps that were quickly catching up with him. His mouth opened in a gasp when two arms circled around his waist, slamming him against the nearest wall. His still opened mouth was forcibly closed when Draco covered it in his own. After successfully devouring his mouth the blond pulled away, leaving Harry to gasp again. "I love you fuck face...Is that better?" Harry smiled before grabbing the back of Draco's neck, and pulling him towards him again. "Now Harry James Potter, as much as I adore kissing you, we really should get to class."

The three walked into class together, which earned them all very dirty looks from every Gryffindor except Ron and Hermione. Harry thought that he heard one go so far as to hiss at him when he sat at a table with Draco. Apparently they all did think he had thrown the game. Then again he couldn't exactly correct them and say that it had been some evil bastard that had forced him to fall of his broom now could he?

Harry was shocked to find that when he looked up he was also receiving a disapproving glare from Lupin himself. Though Harry that wasn't really all that unexpected. He had told the professor that he wasn't having anything to do with Draco anymore, and here he was sitting with the blond, with a hand very visibly rubbing his thigh.

"Okay class today we will be working with a most interesting creature." Harry was seriously trying to pay attention, but the hand he had mentioned before was now traveling higher, making Harry's attention skills fly out the window. He glanced over to Draco who was still staring at professor Lupin, realizing that he could do the same.

"Now this isn't the ordinary kind that you see around, this kind has special abilities like the ability to hypnotize. Even more remarkable is its ability to do some forms of magic." Harry's concentration wavered again when the once innocent hand slipped underneath his pants, and now instead of straining to concentrate, he was just straining not to moan.

"Now normally these beasts are very hard to control, but as I'm sure most of you are aware we have someone in this class who can..." Lupin's voice slipped again, and now he was just gripping his robes as he tried to remain in control. The blond was stroking the very sensitive vein running up his member now, and he felt himself coming closer and closer to climax. He didn't even know if Draco was still looking at Lupin, because he had shut his eyes and was now trying with all his power not to cry out as he came in his pants.

Harry tried to keep his breathing under control as he looked over to Draco who just so happened to be licking his fingers. Harry started breathing heavily again, and if he could have, he would have came again right then. The blond winked before turning his attention back to the class, which Harry noticed just so happened to all be staring at him.

"Harry are you coming?" Harry stared wide-eyed at his professor who was staring right back at him. It really took all the will power he had not to just say right then that he had already came. He faintly noticed Draco hiding a grin, and that pretty much every single Gryffindor was hissing at him now.

"I'm sorry, am I coming where?" Harry stared up at his professor who was now giving him a very dirty look.

"You are coming up to the front of the class so that you can talk to our newest dark creature." Harry raised an eyebrow and he thought he heard Draco cough to stop his laughter.

"Sorry sir, but why would I come up there to talk to your thingy?" Harry watched as Lupin put a hand to his head, and vaguely realized that he must look pretty dumb at the moment. He didn't really care what he looked like to them however, it's not as if they had been getting a hand job at the time. He seriously doubted that if they had that they'd be in any better shape.

"You're coming up here to talk to it, because it is a snake, and as far as I'm aware you're the only one at this school with that ability." Now this is the point when anyone in his position would start to feel very stupid, but if nothing else at least now he knew why everyone was hissing at him.

Harry got up from his seat, making sure to effectively cover the wet spot in the front of his pants. There was a large cage in the front of the room covered with something that looked remarkably like bed sheets. Lupin reached over, tugging the sheet off, and Harry couldn't help but gasp.

The snake was about seven feet long, and although his scales were black they seemed to glow a dark green. The most remarkable of all was the fact that the snake had the most magnificent emerald eyes Harry had ever seen. "You're very beautiful." At that the snake raised his head, and Harry faintly noticed the gasps that were filling the room. He was even fairly sure that at hearing him talk he heard Parvati scream. He wasn't concerned about that now though, now all he was concerned about was not breaking contact with those beautiful emerald eyes.

"How issss it that you can sssspeak our language?" Without realizing it, Harry took another step towards the cage.

"I don't know it's like a gift. It's like I can't control it." Harry took another step forward so that he was no only a few feet away from the caged snake. "Where did you come from?"

"The forbidden foresssst...sssssomebody who wasss very big caught me." Harry took another step forward so that he was now grabbing the bars of the cage.

"That was Hagrid, don't worry he's harmless...What's your name?" The snake slithered further still, so that both were staring directly into different sets of emerald eyes.

"I don't have one, why don't you give me one masssster." Harry scrunched up his eyebrows as he continued to stare at the snake. In the background he thought he heard someone yelling.

"I'm not your master." Harry shivered as the snake rubbed his head on the hand that was still gripping the bars. It was so strange to touch him, because by the way his scales glimmer he had expected him to be slimy, but he was dry and rather soft.

"You are now." Harry removed his hand, going instead to stroke the snakes head. He had never liked snakes, mainly because it his gift made had been given to him by Voldemort, but now he felt entranced with this one.

"Fine, if I am your master I will give you a name...Your name will be Patronus." The snakes tongue flicked out to lick the air around Harry.

"Patronussss isss a legendary magic...I would be honored to bare that name massster." Harry was still faintly aware of the yelling in the background, but chose to ignore it, instead just worrying about petting the snake's head. "Massster will you releassse me from thissss prissson?"

Without thinking Harry reached for the latch of the cage, and would have unlocked it too, if two arms hadn't encircled his waist pulling him back before he had the chance. This sudden jerk made him break eye contact with the infatuating snake, and he felt as if he was coming out of a daze. Harry turned his head to see that it was Draco who was now holding him, and that he was glaring murderously at Lupin.

"I always knew you were a crackhead, but I never thought you were this stupid!" Harry stared strangely between the two, faintly aware that he probably wasn't the only one doing so. "I cannot believe you would let a parslemouth talk to this kind of snake! Did you really think this thing wasn't going to hypnotize him?" Harry's eyes widened at this, and he suddenly felt rather sick with himself for getting entranced so easily. The sad part was that he hadn't even realized it was happening.

"Mr. Malfoy please calm down. I wouldn't have let him do it if it was dangerous...he was in no harm." Draco glared back, baring his teeth to the professor.

"Oh and I suppose that thing making Harry reach for the latch to release him wasn't dangerous in the least, right Professor?" Harry grimaced when Lupin's face suddenly filled with regret.

"I didn't know he would go to release it. I only thought he could demonstrate the way to talk to it. I really didn't know it would hypnotize him so easily." Okay so he had been hypnotized easily, but did he really need to rub salt in the wound?

"Don't you dare blame this on him!" You know he would have felt all warm and happy about being defended so vehemently if he wasn't 100% sure that they were both going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble when this played all the way out. "We both know there's only one reason why you're back teaching here, and this only further proves it..." He wanted to ask what that was, because he certainly didn't know some underlining reason why Lupin was teaching here, but Draco's next words sort of quieted down whatever he had been thinking of saying. "You think he's a spy!" Harry heard gasps throughout the room, and he couldn't help but join in with them. He pulled away from the blond in shock, backing himself into a little corner.

"Alright everybody out! Class is over for today." Nobody in the classroom looked at all as if they had even thought about moving. As a matter of fact they all seemed still too shocked to speak. Though he really couldn't blame them. Finding out that the supposed savior to the wizarding world might be a spy is a pretty big shock to the system. If they weren't staring at Harry, they were staring at Draco. Who had his hand in his robes, and looked dangerously close to pulling his wand on Lupin. "I SAID EVERYBODY OUT!" Nobody in the school had ever heard Lupin raise his voice, and upon hearing it nobody had any objections about following his orders. The classroom cleared out in record time. Well everyone cleared out that is except for Draco, who still stood his ground, and Harry, who had by this point sunk against the wall to the ground, too shocked to move.

"Do you have any idea what you have just done Malfoy?" Lupin was now an angry red, and he looked positively livid. But to Harry's surprise he turned his back on the blond and began walking out the door.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going assbag?" This caused the professor to stop. Very sharply he spun around on his heel to glare.

"To go fix this mess." As an afterthought the irate teacher added. "I wouldn't leave school grounds if I were you." He glanced towards Harry's huddled form. "That goes for you both." With that said he stormed out of the room, shutting the door on his way out.

As soon as the door was shut Draco kneeled down to where Harry was huddled. "It's alright love...I wanted to tell you before class, but I never got the chance with Blaise showing up and all...I'm really sorry." Harry felt too shocked to speak, but after looking into caring gray eyes he willed his voice to come back.

"What am I going to do Draco?" What was he going to do? In the back of his mind he had thought something like this could possibly happen, but not here, not like this. The blond smiled, before reaching out and wiping a stray tear away.

"Don't worry about it...I'll take care of you." Harry forced a small smile too, and then glanced back to the cage. He watched as Patronus curled back into a ball to sleep. It was quite funny how such an unimportant creature could be the cause of such a big mess. Draco, who had seemed to catch what he was staring at, asked with mild sincerity. "What were the two of you talking about?" Harry looked back at the blond who looked generally concerned.

"Nothing really...He said I was his master, and then I named him." Why were they talking about such mundane things? Shouldn't the be worrying? Shouldn't they be panicking? Draco raised an eyebrow before quickly glancing towards the snake.

"Anything else love?" Harry wrinkled his brow, and wondered why this could possibly be so important to his lover.

"Um he asked me to let him out." Draco's hands tightened to fists in Harry's robe.

"Baby I need you to listen to me very carefully. That snake that you were talking to is very rare, and very dangerous. You probably didn't hear when Lupin was explaining, but not only is it the most venomous of its kind, but it also can control your mind. Some even speculate that it has the power to use some of the more deadly of magics. It is said that it can even turn people insane." Harry stared wide-eyed, completely confused as to why Lupin had risked letting him talk to it, but then a thought struck him.

"But he seemed really nice...like I said he even made me his master." Draco raised one eyebrow before shaking his head in dismay.

"You really are dim aren't you?" Harry narrowed his eyes, which caused the blond to smile. "Listen just stay away from the snake alright babe? I would hate to commit necrophilia." Harry wrinkled his nose in disgust, which caused Draco to laugh. It was amazing how many problems could dissipate with one bad sex joke.

"Yeah well if Lupin has anything to say about it you won't be committing whatever they call the opposite of necrophilia either." Draco looked like he was about to laugh, but then he glanced over at Harry, putting on a 'my god you're stupid face.'

"Yeah they usually call that fucking, genius." Oh. Well now he just felt stupid. Draco stood up, doing his best to pull Harry with him. "And as for those Order geeks, just let them try to stop us." Harry's face went very pale, and his stomach began to churn again. "What's wrong babe?" Harry looked up with tears in his eyes.

"I guess I'm really the bad guy now aren't I?" Draco stared, not really knowing what to say, so he didn't and just let Harry continue. "Before, I knew I was doing something bad, but it didn't seem all that real, now though... What's going to happen to me Draco?"

Draco kissed the top of his head, and pulled the raven-haired boy in close. In truth he didn't really know what would happen, and so he couldn't really answer. If they thought that Harry was a spy, they must think that he's one too right? He didn't know how to sort all of it out, but he did know someone who did. "Harry we have to find Silas."

Harry started shaking at this, and thought that the last thing he wanted to do at this moment was to see the person who had caused all this mess. "I don't want to...We can figure out something else right?" He really wanted Draco to agree with him, but that far away gaze the blond seemed to have was giving him the assumption that he was shit outta luck.

"Listen Harry Silas will know what to do." Harry began frantically shaking his head.

"No, we...we can go to Dumbledore...We can tell him I'm not a spy!" It was Draco's turn to shake his head.

"Baby if we go to see Dumbledore he'll look at your arm, and more than likely find the mark on your back, and then what will you tell him?" Harry jerked out of Draco's grasp, ignoring the dirty look the blond was giving him.

"I just got you back; I won't go to him again!" Harry fixed his eyes everywhere else than at the blond who was giving him the most homicidal look imaginable. It was in that moment that he figured he probably shouldn't have mentioned the whole 'going back to Silas thing.' "I didn't mean it like that Draco...I just meant that I don't want him to have anymore to do with my life." To Harry's surprise he received a slap across the face.

"You moron! You don't want him in your life anymore? Well than you shouldn't have become his fucking property!" Harry bit his bottom lip. His cheek was still stinging, but the words hurt more than anything, and now he felt he couldn't look Draco in the eye anymore. He racked a hand through his hair, hoping that he would just wake up in his bed to find that this all had been one twisted nightmare.

He didn't object when he felt his hand roughly grabbed, and just followed the blond out of the room. Faintly noticing that they were heading down towards the dungeons. They didn't talk the whole way over, but the closer they got to the potions classroom, the tighter his grip became, and by the time Draco knocked on the door, it was almost excruciatingly painful.

"Come in you two." Harry gulped before being pulled into the room. Snape, or rather Silas, was sitting at the desk in the front of the room. His eyes were already narrowed in displeasure at the very sight of them. Then something happened that Harry vaguely remembered seeing on some muggle movie about witches. Snape ran his fingers through his hair, and shook his head, only to reveal all of Silas's features once again. At seeing such a bizarre occurrence Harry felt his heart stop in his chest.

"Silas we have a problem." A hand slammed down on the desk Silas was still occupying, silencing the blond.

"Do you think I don't know about this problem, McGonagall was down here not five minutes ago mumbling about 'Potter joining the other side, boo hoo, what's the world to do?'" Harry glanced over at Draco to see that he had a terrified look in his eyes at Silas's anger. Apparently the kid's wrath was not one to be taken lightly. Seeing as how it looked like the blond was done talking, Harry thought he would try. After wrenching his hand out of Draco's grasp, which was no easy matter by the way, he stepped forward so he was standing in front of the red-eyed boy.

"Silas it was an accident. You have to help me...err, help us." To Harry's surprise Silas smirked before standing up to join him. In the background Harry heard a strangled growling noise coming from Draco. Harry resisted the urge to gasp when Silas took his face in his hand, but none the less a chill went up his spine from the cold.

"I have to do nothing Harry. You'll do well to learn that." He tilted Harry's head in his hand, so that they were only inches apart. "However, I might consider it if..." Harry shut his eyes at the word if. There was definitely no 'if' from Silas that he possibly wanted to do. Though he realized that they didn't have much of a choice in the matter anymore. That was why he was so startled to hear Draco's voice come out in a snarl.

"If? If!? You want to fuck him don't you?" This time Harry couldn't contain a gasp and he spun around, breaking his contact with Silas, to look at the blond who was now shaking with barely suppressed rage. This seemed to amuse Silas however, because he heard a chuckle from behind him.

"Well Draco you really are head-over-heels aren't you? But funny I never knew that being in love gave you an excuse to be retarded...That is the second time you've slipped up and said something you shouldn't have. I wouldn't advise you to do it again...for the both of your sakes." This didn't seem to faze him in the least.

"Both of our safety? And here I didn't know that you would want to hurt your new favorite sex toy." Harry knew that he should be taking offense at being labeled Silas's sex toy, but he let it go for now. He was much too caught up in the argument to really care.

"I didn't say I would be the one hurting Harry you prat. Do you have any idea what you did by all but confirming their suspicions about what Harry's become? I'm assuming you know what they do to Death Eaters, and something tells me Harry won't be getting off as easily as your traitorous father." The bottom of Harry's stomach dropped out, he was a Death Eater, and he would get the same treatment. But that wasn't the thing that was concerning him right now, and it seemed to be entering Draco's mind as well, for they both asked at the same time.

"What do you mean by traitorous?" Both narrowed their eyes when Silas coyly smiled, before shrugging his shoulders.

"It's none of your concern. Now as to the matter at hand you are left with two viable options." Harry had a feeling he would like neither one of these options. "Option number one is to tell Dumbledore the truth, or partial truth that is, my name won't be mentioned in this truth. Anyways tell him the truth, hoping that he buys it, and that you don't get sent to Azkaban to rot." Harry saw Draco's hands clench at his sides, and in truth he would do the same if he could, but he felt completely dead inside. He didn't even think he could move his hands anymore.

"Oh cut the bullshit Silas! We all know that isn't a fucking option, so why don't you just tell us what we have to do already." Although still numb, Harry managed to follow Silas across the room where he went to stand in front of Draco, tipping his chin up with his finger. At such a movement he was faintly sure he saw a chill go through the blond.

"Ew I forget how cheeky you could be Draco, and also how sexy it is when you're giving the cheek." Harry felt like a hand had engulfed his heart and squeezed the remaining life out of him when Silas claimed Draco's lips. When he pulled away from that treacherous kiss he saw that his lover seemed to be in some kind of daze, and his eyes widened a fraction when he saw hot steam flowing from his lips. Silas looked up at him winking, and Harry felt a tear fall down his cheek. He quickly turned his head away to avoid seeing them together anymore.

"Oh look Draco we seemed to have upset poor Harry...maybe we should let him join in huh? What do you say?" Harry still couldn't watch, but he thought he heard a very timid voice mutter 'go to hell.' "Oh you're no fun spagettio. Oh well there's no time for that anyways." Harry heard footsteps head his way, and shuddered when he felt arms surround his waist. He gasped when he felt Silas's cool breath at his ear.

"Don't worry Harry; I won't take him from you...Though I can't make the same deal to him." Harry spun in Silas's arms so now that he was nose to nose with him. He tried to ignore the sinking feeling going through him. He attempted to form words, but his voice was only a whisper.

"Silas please we need your help...I need your help...I'm begging you." Harry stopped when he heard a chuckle escape Silas' mouth, and he wondered what he had said that was so funny. He learned quickly though.

"You call that begging?" Harry scowled. Despite how much it killed him to do it, he realized at once he had no choice. Losing all his self respect, he dropped to his knees, which caused Silas to smirk. "Well Harry I could really get used to you being on your knees." Harry shut his eyes, even bowing to Voldemort hadn't been so degrading.

"Get off your knees Potter; I will not have someone associated with me to be begging." Silas laughed at this, and Harry quickly scuttled to his feet, hurrying over to where Draco was standing.

"Oh and I suppose you'll be doing his begging for him Draco?" To this Draco turned his nose to the air, and quite dignifully scoffed.

"I would never dream of it. A Malfoy does not beg." If it weren't for the dire situation they were in, Harry would have laughed at that. Draco really was always the prim proper picture of what a Malfoy should be. It was actually rather scary how deeply the manner were engraved in him. He wouldn't be all that surprised if Draco learned what it took to be a Malfoy the same he learned that he shouldn't tell lies. The scar on his hand twitched from just thinking about it. Although Umbridge's teachings hadn't really helped all that much, because he was like the biggest liar ever right now. "So assbag what's your big plan?"

Silas's eyes turned cold, and Harry felt another chill go through him, which was passed on to Draco. "Assbag is it now Draco? And here you used to call me lover." He blanched at this, and he felt Draco flinch behind him. Obviously their past relationship was a touchy subject even to him.

"Used to Silas, as in past tense. That was before you got your little obsession that made you..." A sharp look from Silas quieted Draco, and instead the blond looked to the ground.

"You know Draco, you being so bitchy doesn't give me much incentive to help the both of you." Harry could feel Draco begin to shake, and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before he blew up.

"Please Silas...they'll be here soon." There was real pleading in his voice, and he didn't know how much longer he could stand sounding so weak. Wasn't he supposed to be the strong one? Wasn't he supposed to be the hero? He could have slapped himself right then. Some hero he was. Silas walked over to the both of them, and raised an eyebrow when Draco grabbed Harry around the waist, pulling him against him.

"It's touching how protective you are of him Draco, but I'm afraid you'll be seeing a lot less of him for awhile." Harry felt the grip around him tighten to an almost painful level, making it difficult to even breathe. He really wanted to know what Silas was talking about, and he would have asked, but Draco beat him to the punch.

"What are you talking about? He's not going anywhere...We already fucking said we weren't taking the Azkaban route." Harry would have narrowed his eyes when Silas shook his head in amusement, that is of course if he wasn't scared out of his mind about what would happen.

"You'll have to excuse me, it's just so amusing seeing you act this way. I just never thought I'd see the day." You know he would have objected if at the time he wasn't thinking the exact same thing.

"Spare me..." Whatever Draco was gonna say was silenced when Silas put a hand up.

"Anyways" Draco growled at being so obviously dismissed, but kept his tongue. "They will no doubt check Harry for marks, and a simple glamour charm won't hold up against Dumbledore, so this is what we are going to do." Harry could barely breathe anymore the grip on him was so tight.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like whatever you're scheming up?" If Silas heard what Draco said he showed no sign of it, and went on with his little plan.

"Anyways as you might have noticed I'm sort of the same as your friend Tonks...except stronger." Harry scrunched up his face in confusion, really not knowing what Tonks and Silas could possibly have in common. He heard sigh behind him, and figured Draco probably knew he had no idea what Silas meant by that.

"He means he's a metemorphmagi Harry, except that instead of only being able to change his features to disguise himself, he can actually morph into other people." Harry blushed at his obvious stupidity, and tried to ignore Silas' smile.

"Thank you Draco, though I didn't know he would need an explanation." Harry turned an even darker shade of red.

"He's retarded normally; do you really think he could figure that out under these circumstances?" Okay one or two quips at his intelligence was tolerable, but now Harry was just getting pissed.

"Okay guys, now that we're all done discussing how stupid I am, can we please get back to the plan." Silas smiled again, before going back into seriousness.

"Yes, well anyways I can look however I want, and that includes being able to look like Harry without his marks." Harry didn't have a chance to think this over, because he was roughly thrown backwards onto the ground. Surprised at why such an action would take place, he looked up to see a very livid Draco standing inches from Silas.

"You have to be fucking kidding me, there is no fucking way I am going to let you take him to wherever the fuck you're planning on taking him...you are not fucking replacing him." Silas darkly smiled.

"Draco do you know that you just used the word fuck five times in one sentence alone?" Harry could see the back of Draco's neck go red. With anger or embarrassment he didn't know, but he wouldn't be surprised if it was a mixture of both.

"You say that like I care. I don't give a shit...You're not taking his place." The smile from Silas's face faded, and Harry thought he saw his eyes glow a dark red. Harry reached out an arm when Silas grabbed Draco's neck, lifting him high into the air. The blond was fighting for breath, but Silas didn't seem to care.

"When is it young Malfoy that you decided you could give me orders about what to do with him?" Harry saw Silas's hand tighten, and heard Draco make a terrible gurgling sound as the life was slowly being drained from his body. You wouldn't even have him if it wasn't for me!" Harry's eyes widened at this, but chose to ignore this, knowing Draco's life was more important at the time.

He jumped up to his feet, running over and placing a hand on Silas' arm, ignoring the coldness that spread through his body because of it. "I'll do whatever you want Silas. Just let him go." This seemed to work, because Silas dropped Draco to the ground. Leaving him gasping for air.

"Glad to hear it Harry, now if I take your place that means that I can't take Snape's...meaning that everybody will know that he's dead." Did that mean that everyone would think he was a murderer? As if reading his mind Silas answered him. "Don't worry Harry no one will suspect you." Now people will be here soon, so we have to do this now. You can ask all the questions you want later alright? Harry nodded, not knowing what he was getting himself into.

Silas smirked at this, and reached forward taking Harry's head into both of his hands. Harry felt a strangeness go through him. It was like all the blood was rising to his head. His mouth was open in surprise when he saw what was happening. Silas was slowly getting his features. First his hair grew longer and shaggier, then his skin started to turn a more bronzed color. Harry's eyes widened when the red faded from Silas's eyes, only to be replaced by dark emerald. The kicker was when a lightening bolt shaped scar appeared on his head, and Harry shut his eyes not thinking he could take anymore. When he opened them however he saw a carbon copy of himself staring back at him.

Silas smiled at Harry's obvious shock, and did something that Harry didn't even think should be legal. Harry's eyes widened and he tried to jerk back when his head was pulled into a kiss. He had never felt anything stranger than when he was kissing himself. Their mouths were identical, fitting perfectly together as their chapped lips meshed. He even tasted exactly like him. Harry couldn't take it anymore and pulled back.

"Would you like to say good-bye to Draco?" By how wide Harry's eyes got at that statement he was under the distinct impression that he must look something like an owl.

"Good-bye?" Silas rolled his eyes, and as he was doing so Harry couldn't help but stare. Because he had seen himself make that exact face once before in a mirror. The whole looking at himself thing was really starting to creep the hell out of him.

"For now Harry." At seeing the horrified look on the boy's face Silas added. "Don't worry you'll see him soon, but not until everything settles down." Harry, still not really sure what that meant, nodded and made his way over to Draco's form on the ground.

"Draco...I don't know what to say...good-bye seems so final. I don't even know what's happening, and saying good-bye feels like I'm condemning you to death." Harry had never seen Draco like this. He almost looked remorseful, and terribly depressed. When their eyes met Harry's heart gave a lurch.

"Then don't say good-bye, just kiss me." Harry had no time to argue, not that he would, but his lips were pulled in by the blond. Strangely enough Harry was reminded of when he had kissed Cho for the first time, for it was really wet. Then the thought struck him, Draco was crying. It was obvious the blond knew something he didn't, and although Harry had no clue what was going to happen, he had a feeling things would never be the same between them again.

Silas grabbed his arm, pulling him towards him, and Harry faintly felt something being slipped around his neck. He saw Draco look up at him, and Harry fixed that look in his mind forever, for it was one of complete and utter love. The look didn't last long though as the world began to blur as he felt a tug around his navel as him and Silas traveled to the place he was going to stay. Harry closed his eyes, making sure to keep Draco's look fresh in his mind until they could see each other again, whenever that might be.
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