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Sleeping With the Enemy

Chapter 9: Secrets Revealed, Part Two

~VII~

With a jerk, Draco snapped awake.
Pansy was *still* talking about men, she just never stopped! During a break in
which the pug-faced girl took a breath, Draco said,

"Has it ever occurred to you
that I might be seeing someone? You're *not* making me jealous." She gaped
at him. He took this opportunity to try to leave; it must be nearly 11 by now.
Pansy, her eyes shining with something that looked suspiciously like victory,
slapped him hard across the face. "Ow!" Draco rubbed his jaw and
glared at her, expecting any moment now to be inundated with sloppy, girly
tears. But no-- she laughed. Laughed! A sickening feeling in his stomach, Draco
got a look at the clock. 11:15! He was late! Harry had to
be *frantic*, he probably went looking--

"Oh no."
Pansy was still laughing. "You bitch!" he snarled, shoving her off
him with bruising force. He spat at her. "*Fuck* you." and then he
turned and sprinted out of the room.

"You'll never find him!"
she yelled triumphantly at his back.

~*~

Draco pounded on the Slytherin
Head's door. "Professor!" he called. "Professor Snape! Wake
up!" In desperation he yanked the handle-- and the door opened. It hadn't
been locked. He glanced around the darkened room. Snape wasn't there.
Suppressing the urge to scream, Draco left and ran through the corridors
heedlessly, and smashed smack into something.

"Mr. Filch!" Draco gasped
in relief. "I can explain- need your help, have to find Har- er,
Potter!" The caretaker brushed himself off and leaned against the wall,
listening to Draco's story. He poured it out in a rush while Filch listened; he
had never been more frantic in his life. Had he been more aware, he would have
observed the caretaker's strange smile. When he finally did notice, it was far
too late.

"Mr. Malfoy," the dry
voice interrupted, "I've been waiting for Albus to leave for years now. He
took away all my fun, so I've found new ways of torturing students who are out
late. And my apprentices have decided that you are crucial to their
enjoyment." he shrugged nonchalantly as Draco watched him with growing
horror. "Who am I to deny them?"

Before Draco had a chance to speak,
(or flee, as it were), the man blew a yellow powder into his face. Coughing
wretchedly as he sank to the floor, Draco wondered why he had never questioned
how they were able to move through the halls so freely... and the world went
dark for Malfoy.

~VIII~

"Kaleb!" Hermione exclaimed when she
found the girl braiding her short, dark blue hair in the bathroom, sitting on
the edge of a porcelain bowl, her tongue poking out from the side of her mouth
as she worked. She finished tying the last rubber band and turned to her
friend.

"Heya, Herm."

"Have you seen Harry?"

"Um. Lemme see...nope. Isn't he
upstairs?"

Hermione was on the verge of panic.
"No! Seamus can't find him!"

Kaleb's aquamarine eyes grew slightly wider and she
stood. "Maybe he fell in a hole or something. I'm sure it'll be okay
Herm." Slinging her arm around Hermione's shoulders, she directed them
towards the common room. "We better go look for him!" she declared,
snatching her robe on the way out. "You know... just in case.

~IX~

Harry had never been more
uncomfortable in his life. He slumped against one wall and wondered when
exactly had he asked for all this? He sighed wearily as Evan approached him and
got to his feet. The 7^th year was bigger and stronger than Harry,
but (he hoped) he was quicker. Bracing for the attack, he saw Evan's shoulders
roll back and instinctively ducked the punch meant for his jaw and kicked
upward into the Slytherin's stomach. He rolled out and away as amber eyes
inspected him levelly.

"Very good, Potter," he
nodded at Harry and advanced again. Harry cast off his robe and stood ready in
an undershirt and shorts, normally pajamas. But they would serve well here.
Evan drove straight at him, and Harry leapt to the side but landed the wrong way
on his ankle. He twisted painfully to the ground and clutched it for a moment,
but scrambled up. Evan was still coming at him. This time the stocky youth
caught him in the gut, and Harry doubled over, wheezing. Evan pushed him
roughly over and stood above him. Small applause from the viewers of Evan's
cult reached Harry's ears and made him angry-- He tackled Evan, throwing them
both to the ground. Harry sat atop the Slytherin, trying to reign in his anger.

"Stop it." he said calmly.
"Let me go." Evan just grinned and with a huge effort, rolled the
smaller teen off of him and pinned him to the ground. He threw several punches
at the prone body, and Harry's nose started to bleed. Zapped of all strength,
Harry could only lie there and wonder when it would end. Seeing that his
opponent had given up, Evan released him and addressed his followers.

"Well well, the Great Harry
Potter, defeated? And even You-Know-Who couldn't do it. Don't you see what we
can do? What we can become?" Evan's eyes were radiating power. "No
one can stop us!" Murmurs of agreement met his words, and someone started
cheering.

Just then, a commotion outside
occupied everyone's attention. The small group guarding the door carried
something in and set it down at Evan's feet. Though his vision was blurred
without his glasses, Harry still saw the telltale flash of silver-blonde,
enough to know who it was...

"Draco!" he yelled,
scrambling up and reaching for his lover. There was laughter but Harry didn't
notice. Two pairs of strong arms hauled him away from his beloved, where he
struggled mightily but could not get loose.

A man skulked in behind the crowd
and Harry squinted at him. He looked familiar, was that-?

"Mr.
Filch!" he gasped, audible relief flooding through him. At this,
everyone laughed and Harry's ears burned red while his mind tried to
understand-- wait, Filch-- and Harry Saw It All. Dumbledore
gone, free access through the halls, his own sadistic pleasure-- Harry slumped
in defeat, letting his captors hold him up. The caretaker leaned over
the prone figure and breathed green dust over him. It glittered malevolently in
the candlelight and Harry was reminded of the sickening green light of the
Killing Curse. He shuddered. Then Filch stood up, nodded approvingly to Evan,
and left. There was an apprehensive silence during which Harry watched the rise
and fall of Draco's chest and wished that he wouldn't wake up, that the tenuous
untrusty peace would last because when Draco woke up something very bad was
going to happen, he could tell. It was just one of those things. But then the
Slytherin stirred and groggily sat up. He looked around and Harry watched the
dawning horror grow on his face that, when his eyes met Harry's transformed
immediately to fear.

"Nice of you to join us,
Malfoy," Evan sneered.

"Go to hell, Cognevoc,"
Draco spat.

"Aw, be
a good boy, Drakkykins," he warned mockingly. Draco got up, eyes
narrowing. "Fuck you. What the fuck is this about? I gave my part; you've
had your fun. Let u-*me* go."

"I said," Evan spoke quietly,
"Be nice." he nodded to someone and then Harry was on the floor
nursing a cracked rib and trying to contain his groans. For a split second,
Draco looked horrified, then praying that Harry would forgive him, he forced
out a laugh.

"What's that supposed to
do?" he asked bemusedly. "You think I care if you beat up
Potter?" Oh, this was killing him. "Go ahead." //sorry love sorry, God...//

Evan smiled and shrugged. "Suit
yourself. Gentleman?" he raised his eyebrows, and they pummeled Harry's
body. They knocked him back into the wall and blood started trickling from his
mouth. Draco watched with frozen silver eyes-- he'd done this. Evan looked at
Malfoy, then signaled for Crabbe and Goyle to stop.

He crossed the room and hauled Harry
to his feet. The dazed teen coughed then winced as a strong hand went around
his mouth and an equally strong arm wrapped around his body and pinned his arms
to his sides. "Admit it, you don't want to see precious Harrrrry," he
drawled out his name, "get hurt like this, do you
Malfoy? Just tell us," he said slyly, "and I'll stop." Draco
hesitated. He knew how this game was played and it wouldn't make things any
better to concede to their rules. He stubbornly shook his head.

"It doesn't make any difference
to me," he shrugged, and Evan tightened his hold on Harry. A muffled
scream tore out from behind Evan's fingers and he smiled maliciously. Harry
twisted in pain; the cracked-now-broken rib hurt like a bitch. Evan was still
grinning, and, keeping eye contact with Draco the whole time, he twisted
Harry's chin and slowly leaned down and--Draco caught his breath. Evan kissed
Harry; it wasn't romantic or sexual, it was simply, primitively possessive.
Blood boiled through Draco's veins into a seething fury. He lunged forward but
someone shoved him to the ground before he could do anything. Something
clattered out of the thick folds of Draco's robes and skittered across the
slick wood floor to a stop at Evan's feet. There was silence while everyone in
the room scrutinized the object.

"My glasses," Draco said
weakly. Evan leaned over and picked up the glasses. He tried to place them on
Harry but the Gryffindor moved his head defiantly. Evan glared at him, then motioned to someone, and Dracp felt the pressure of a
foot pressing his head into the floor. Harry stopped struggling and quietly let
Evan slide he glasses onto his face. He blinked; he could see again, but he
found that he did not want to.

"What do you *want*?!" he
said as the hopelessness of the situation crashed down upon him.

~X~

Earlier that evening, Severus
quietly entered the Infirmary. In the darkness he cautiously moved to the far
side of the room and sat on the bed next to the sleeping Gryffindor. He watched
Neville's slow, rhythmic breathing and thought about many things- about what it
means to have someone to care for you. Neville sighed and turned over in his
sleep. He woke up a little when his body came in contact with the Potions
Master.

"Gram?" he asked, his voice thick with long gone tears and sleep.

"No." he hesitated.
"It's... Severus."

"Mmm."
Neville murmured incoherently. "Okay." and he dropped back to sleep,
curling up next to Snape. The man stayed there, watching and thinking and
feeling the warmth of another human being.

He only knew he had fallen asleep when
he woke up. The boy was crying in his sleep. Severus hurriedly shook him out of
his nightmare. Neville sat up, clinging to his teacher, sniffling slightly.

"Professor?" he asked,
voice shaking.

"Come on, Mr. Lon--
Neville," said Severus, scooping the small teen up and setting him
carefully on his feet. "I've got something that will help you sleep."
The Gryffindor nodded and clung to the adult. Severus put a protective arm
around his young charge, drawing him into the warmth of his cloak, and together
they walked slowly out of the Infirmary. It was 11:30.

~XI~

Kaleb and Hermione tiptoed through
the darkened halls, bare feet making virtually no sound. Kaleb had an insanely
precise sense of direction and was able to lead them through Hogwarts without losing
her bearings. They hurried, Kaleb pausing occasionally to get the
"feel" of the area.

They nearly stumbled into a group of
them clustered about a door. All the same, someone noticed them. They were
hooded and sinister, and Hermione almost screamed. But Kaleb held her ground.

"Aw, Herm, I do think we missed the
soiree" she said cheekily, hands on her hips. "Or at least it will
be. Party's over folks. We'll just be taking our boy who lived back
now..."

"*Lived*
being the key word," a voice promised.

"Let
Harry go." Someone laughed, and Hermione with a shock recognized the
voice.

"Cho!" she exclaimed, her eyes going wide.
Kaleb turned incredulously to her friend, slow on the uptake.

"Cho? What ab-"

The girl removed her hood; it was indeed the Ravenclaw
Cho Chang. Her eyes glinted cruelly. "Oh, I would Kaleb Okun. Potter
killed Cedric. I loved Cedric." Her eyes saddened for a moment.
"Potter loves Malfoy. So we're going to hurt Malfoy," she said
maliciously.

"*Malfoy?*" Hermione gasped. How had she
let something like that fly over her head, unnoticed?

"Ever heard the phrase 'two wrongs *don't* make
a right?" Kaleb yelled. "Bloody whackos.."
she murmured, trying to fend off the oncoming headache.

Cho stepped closer, and Kaleb
instinctively moved in front of Hermione. "Go away." Cho said in a
low voice. "This is your only chance. Leave."

But Kaleb, being the valiantly stupid, or stupidly
valiant, Gryffindor that she was, wouldn't leave her friend to this. "No way. I'm not abandoning Harry to you bastards!"

Cho shook her head. "You're stupid, then.
You've just provided us with extra fun tonight," she smiled wickedly and
spread her arms. The others surrounded them. Kaleb chuckled nervously.

"My kind of fun is turning people interesting
colors. You don't want to do this," she argued with the bitter Ravenclaw
with a disarming smile.

Hermione blanched. "I think she does," she
whispered into Kaleb's ear. "Let's get out of here-- we can't help Harry
if we get caught, too!" Kaleb reluctantly nodded. She held up her hands.

"Look, we're leaving, okay?" Cho laughed.

"Go ahead, if you think you can," she
offered. Hands suddenly reached for them, and Kaleb bolted, dragging Hermione
with her. They were pursued, but thanks to Kaleb's excellent sense of direction
they were able to lose them. The girls ran back towards the tower, frightened.
Neither knew what to do. They nearly knocked over Snape and Neville, coming
back from the Infirmary.

"Professor!" Hermione exclaimed. Snape
raised an eyebrow.

"Harry,
and Malfoy! They're going to-" Hermione pointed in the direction they had
come from. Snape nodded, a change coming over him.

"Ms. Granger, you and Ms. Okun will please take
Neville to my quarters-- and stay in there!" he warned. "Lock the
door! I shall deal with this." and he faded into the gloom.

"Aww man. There goes all the action.
C'mon, Nev." said Kaleb kindly, leading them towards the
dungeons.

"I hope he gets there in time," the boy
whispered.

To Be Concluded�

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