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Fourteen�Unlucky Number

�� I want to
know your name.� Harry�s voice was growing fragile and shrill with frustration,
Draco noted, concerned. He didn�t know why Harry hadn�t simply let him torture
these people for information in the first place. They had hurt both Draco and
Harry. That meant they had earned their
status of victims. Instead, Harry sat there and questioned them, and he had no
recourse when they turned their heads away or spat at him.

�� Well, he
had one recourse, the one he always did. Draco had
cursed the one who spat at Harry, so casually that Harry didn�t realize what
was happening before it was done. When the woman began to vomit blood, though,
Harry had turned on Draco as though he was the one at fault, shaking his head
with furious tears starting to life in his eyes.

�� You can�t do that, Draco!� he�d shouted.

�� Draco took
off the curse, but he didn�t understand, and Harry didn�t bother to explain his
reasoning. He�d simply turned away again, his shoulders hunched as though he
was bracing himself against cold winds, and he flinched when Draco tried to
touch him. That hurt the most of all, Draco thought, though a lot of things
hurt right now�his soul, his cock, his heart�and it was getting difficult to
sort them out.

�� And, as he
had foreseen would happen, their prisoners went right back to not giving them
answers. Only pain would compel them to respond, not Harry�s constant
questions.

�� Draco
leaned forwards now and touched Harry in the shoulder with one finger. Harry
spun to stare at him, his cheeks flushed and his chest heaving. Draco stared,
lost in the sheer glory that was the sight of Harry until Harry sighed and
snapped, ungraciously, �What?�

�� I told you
that simply interrogating them wouldn�t work,� Draco murmured. �Will you allow
me to try something? Please?� he added, because he knew the automatic refusal
that would rise to Harry�s lips all too well by now.

�� Harry
sighed. �I can�t�Draco, I can�t permit that. They don�t deserve to suffer pain
just because��

�� Just because they made me suffer?� Draco asked. �Just
because they made you suffer? I�m
curious about your standards for someone who does deserve it, then, if those
crimes aren�t enough.� Jealousy sleeted through him again when he thought about
the other people Harry might consider worthy of defending, but Draco soothed it
by reminding himself that Harry was treating his own pain, like Draco�s, as
unimportant. In this way, they were equals. And it mattered to Draco that Harry
should think of them the same way. Sooner or later, he would have to start
talking sense, because he couldn�t feel Draco�s pain, but he could feel his
own.

�� Harry
swallowed and stared at the ground. �No one should be tortured,� he whispered.
�No one deserves that. I had hoped that we could learn their names and purpose,
at least, but I think we should give them to the Aurors.�

�� Really?� Draco hardened his voice. He had to make Harry see
the truth, and if that meant he must be a little harsh, then he would be. Harry
would thank him for it in the end. �And if there are sympathizers with this
group among the Aurors? Or if someone �mistakenly� allows
them to get away or resist interrogation? If they have allies in the Ministry,
it would explain why their group managed to evade arrest for so long.�

�� Harry
stared at him with his mouth open. Draco smirked sadly and reached up to place
a finger under Harry�s jaw and tilt it shut. �You�re staring,� he murmured.
�I�m sorry, but I can�t stand the way that makes you look.�

�� Harry
pulled his head back with a flush and a frown, one that Draco wanted to kiss
away. But Harry had been most emphatic about not doing anything in front of
their enemies, which Draco could understand, in a way. He would have liked to
flaunt his successful seduction of the Boy-Who-Lived, the person they thought
they were cursing him to long after and never be with, but on the other hand,
he could do without the eyes that would rouse his jealousy. �I can�t think that
all the Aurors are corrupt,� Harry muttered.

�� Not all of
them, no,� Draco said. �But it would only take one corrupt one to cause a lot
of trouble. There was a corrupt one a few years ago, wasn�t there? And it took
them months to discover him.�

�� Harry
rubbed one hand over his mouth in meditation. Draco caught his hand and spread
it tenderly, touching the tendons at the base of the fingers with a soft
stroking motion until Harry�s flush deepened. Draco knew that he was only
feeling embarrassment rather than acting in a sexual fashion�the Cold Water
Curse ensured that�but he thought it charming anyway.

�� What about
Ron?� Harry asked. �Would you trust him? He�s an Auror, and he�s my best
friend. He would do anything for me.�

�� Except
help me,� Draco said. �I know the rows you had about taking me to St. Mungo�s.
He thinks you should give up on me. How much more tempting will he find that
once he has the criminals in hand and thinks that he can put paid to one part
of this crime? Once no one else is in danger of being hurt, will he mind the
sacrifice of me so much?� He used his hold on Harry�s hand to draw him closer.
Harry allowed it, caught up in his own thoughts, and Draco turned him so that
Harry�s back pressed against his chest. He liked this position, the way that it
made him feel as if he were curving around Harry and sheltering him from harm.

�� I trust
him,� Harry said at last, �but I can see why you wouldn�t.� Then he shook his
head. �But I can�t let you torture them either, Draco, so if we don�t give them
to the Aurors, we can�t learn anything from them.�

�� Draco
stroked Harry�s spine. Harry started, only seeming to realize how close they
were now, and tried to break free. But Draco couldn�t allow that, not without
feeling a sense of desolation that made it seem as if he stood on a heath in the
middle of winter, so he held him closer and raised his wand. �I know
Legilimency,� he said. �I can enter their minds, if you permit me to do so.�

�� Harry
turned and frowned at him. �Why are you waiting for my permission? You cursed
that one without my permission earlier.�

�� I don�t
need your allowance to defend you,� Draco said, and held Harry�s gaze. �But
this is something else, something that you seem to have strong feelings about.
Will you let me read their minds without interfering?�

�� Harry
swallowed. �I�didn�t think of it that way,� he said. �I don�t like having power
over people. Merlin, I hate this
curse.�

�� Now,
that�s simply nonsense,� Draco said lightly as he focused on the woman he had
cursed earlier. She was a tall, striking witch with auburn hair, whom Draco was
sure that he would remember if he had ever seen her before. She glared at him
with implacable hatred, and seemed to be readying herself against his
Legilimency, but that would do exactly nothing without the Occlumency shields
that Draco highly doubted she had. �You have power over people because of your
knowledge and your name. You should face up to reality instead of trying to
deny it, Harry. I�m sure that you would find your life running better, more
smoothly.�

�� Harry
muttered something Draco didn�t listen to. He pulled Harry further towards him,
instead, cradling him with one arm and his thighs, making Harry gently aware of
his erection, while he murmured, �Legilimens,�
to the witch.

�� Even as his
mind blasted into the witch�s thoughts, most of his attention remained on the
sad fact that Harry still hadn�t acted as though he noticed Draco�s need. There
would have to be something done about that, and soon. Draco wanted Harry to
enjoy it, and that meant waiting until the Cold Water Curse wore off, but in
the meantime, he was sure that Harry was generous�and loving�enough to give him
some relief.

*

�� Harry
closed his eyes. The shock had begun to fade, and what had happened here was
catching up with him.

�� Asking the
people who had taken him and Draco, and hurt Draco, questions had seemed like
the obvious tactic at first. Harry knew he should turn them over to the Aurors,
but he also knew that the Aurors weren�t commonly eager to release the facts
they gathered. Harry thought names and motivations were the least he and Draco
deserved, and they might not get all of them if they were part of the trial
only on an official basis.

�� He hadn�t
anticipated the wall of silence he ran into, especially considering how
talkative the woman who had spoken to Harry had been�

�� Until he
looked around the meadow again, and at Draco and his own body, and found himself seeing it through their eyes.

�� Eight of
their friends and associates had just died, in a swift, bloody way that none of
them had anticipated or fought against. Someone they had thought safely
disposed of had come out of nowhere to claim revenge. Draco and Harry were
still covered with the blood of the dead. Hatred could well prevail over fear
in a setting like that.

�� Harry had
cast Cleaning Charms on himself and Draco, at least, but the impression
remained, and it seemed that these people were intent on one
last revenge: depriving Harry of information that he had been foolish
enough to show mattered to him. If he had questioned them under a mask of
indifference, perhaps one of them would have spat the answers out.

�� Gloomily,
he watched as Draco sifted through the woman�s mind, wincing when he saw the
expression of helpless outrage in her eyes. He had felt that way when Snape
attacked his mind. And it had hurt.
Not as much as physical torture, no, but it had still been a violation. Harry
wondered if he should ask Draco to stop, demand that they turn the criminals
over to the Aurors after all and forget about learning in detail who they were
or why they�d done this. They should focus on doing what was right, not what
would benefit them.

�� Draco�s
hips flexed, and Harry felt his erection rubbing against his arse.

�� Harry
wanted to cover his eyes, but that would seem like an admission of weakness to
most of the people there and would draw concern from the most important one,
and he didn�t want to make the situation worse. It was precarious enough
already. He had almost managed to forget about the curse, since Draco acted
near-rational under the influence of the jealousy, but Nova Cupiditas was still a factor. Harry
was lucky to have preserved the balance and spared lives for as long as he had,
he knew.

�� He was so fucked.

�� So he stood
there and let the Legilimency happen, until the way that Draco tightened his hold
on Harry�s shoulders and breathed told him that he was out of the woman�s mind.
She, meanwhile, slumped forwards and stared at the ground.

�� Her name
is Ariadne Kitchen,� Draco said, his voice sparking
with several different emotions. His lips brushed Harry�s hair, and he moaned
slightly, but then went on as if nothing had happened. Harry told himself to
remember that. It could be important when he was trying to cure the curse after
this.

�� Which is yet another thing
that we have to do.

�� She and
most of the others call themselves, or think of themselves, as the Seekers of
Justice.� Draco sounded normal in the way he sneered the title, and Harry
struggled to seize and hold that memory. He would use it as a barrier against
any temptation to go easy or slow in curing Draco. This was the way Draco should sound, not tender. Not loving.
�They�ve been involved in most of the Dark curses laid down on pure-bloods, but
not all of them. They decided to target me because they thought my father
hadn�t paid enough and I hadn�t paid at all. And they were convinced that the
most horrible thing they could do to me was make me fall in love with you.� He
sighed into Harry�s ear. �Little did they know.� His
hips flexed again, and Harry could feel his cock making a small damp spot
against Harry�s back.

�� Harry
swallowed and tried not to move away. He wasn�t ready to deal with the
consequences of that right now. There were other things they needed to do
first. �Yes,� he said. �Little did they know. What did
they think I would do? Have you found any trace of that?�

�� Of
course,� Draco said, sounding more than faintly surprised. �Their intentions
towards you were the first thing I looked for, before her name.� He tightened
his arms around Harry�s waist. �You�re my life. You come first for me.�

�� Harry shook
his head, blinking hard at the tears stinging his eyes, but before he could say
anything, a snort from one of the men interrupted him. Almost glad for the
interruption, Harry turned to face him. �Yes?�

�� This wizard
had a small, neatly-trimmed beard and dark eyes that were rimmed red from
weeping. Harry was horribly afraid that some of the people who had died here
had been especially close friends of his, or family members. That wasn�t my intention, Harry wanted
to say. When you captured me, I never
thought it would end this way.

�� But there
were so many twisted threads, including the fact that they wouldn�t have died
if they had left well enough alone with Draco, and so Harry waited for him to
speak instead of speaking himself.

�� This is
disgusting,� the man hissed. �Have you thought about what you�re doing? You, the Savior and the Chosen One, with a Death Eater for a lover?
You�re a half-blood. You should be on
our side. Do you think they would have welcomed your mother, had she lived? I
don�t believe it. You ought to know who he is and what he�s done, what being a
Death Eater means, better than
anyone, but instead you extend your compassion to him as though he was someone
to be pitied. It�s disgusting.�

�� Harry
opened his mouth to respond, but Draco was there first. His voice was low and
ugly, upset and smug at the same time.

�� You never
thought that, when you cursed me, it would end by both of us falling in love
with each other, did you?� he asked in satisfaction. �Oh, no, you perfectly
understand the nature of Dark magic, and revenge�your �justice��would never
turn on you. You thought the universe acted in accord with your perfect moral
principles, the way you believed Harry did. So sorry to
disappoint you.�

�� The wizard
sneered at him. �You�ve probably raped him already, and he�s too compassionate
to put you in Azkaban where you belong.�

�� Who
started this?� Draco�s voice had sunken and turned cold. Harry leaned closer to
him, in hopes that that would calm him down, but this was the first time when
Draco didn�t seem to notice. �If you hadn�t cursed me, then your precious
Savior wouldn�t have dirtied himself
with me. Your own interference caused what you profess to deplore.�

�� The wizard
shook his head, refusing to admit what Harry thought he had to see was the truth. �You aren�t really in love with him, any
more than he is with you. It�s a case of magic on one side and mistaken pity on
the other��

�� His voice
cut off in a shriek, and Harry saw blood go flying from his mouth as his teeth
clapped shut on his tongue. The shudders that racked him were ones Harry had
recognized. Somehow, Draco had cast a nonverbal Cruciatus without Harry, who
stood so close to him, ever noticing the movement of his wand.

�� Fuck! Harry slashed forwards with his
wand and then whirled around to face Draco, even as his silent Finite canceled the Unforgivable. Now
that he was angry enough, he noted, he could easily break free of Draco�s grip.
Draco was staring at him with his mouth open, but that was something they would
just have to live with.

�� What�s the
matter, Harry?� he asked. �He insulted us. He was speaking lies. Of course I
was going to silence him. But I wouldn�t have done it that way if I had known
you would object.�

�� Harry
wanted to scream with rage, but it was difficult to get his point across while
doing that, so he settled for speaking slowly and patiently. �I�m objecting
because the curse is changing us, Draco, making us into what they think we
are,� he said shortly. �You�re�you�re better than this. You weren�t a murderer,
but now they�ve made you kill people, and torture them, and�this can�t go on,
Draco. You must see it can�t. I can�t have someone who likes to torture, who
thinks it�s right
to torture, defending me that way. We have to deal with things a different
way. We know some names and their basic motivations now. You can Legilimize Kitchen again to get more, if you want to. But
then we�re handing them over to the Aurors.�

�� Draco
lowered his head. He seemed to be thinking deeply. Harry wondered if the lust
was overcoming the jealousy and braced for an attack, but in the end Draco
shook his head and replied in a soft voice.

�� Harry.
This is different. Yes, I agree, I can�t randomly go around murdering and
torturing people. But these are people who deliberately set out to hurt me, and
who didn�t care if they hurt you. In fact, they predicated you not feeling any
pain on the conclusion that you were an arsehole,
which any sane wizard has to be able to see that you�re not. I�m getting our
own back. And if you won�t take revenge for yourself, well, I�m here for you.�

�� Harry
closed his eyes. He must be more tired than he thought, because Draco�s
argument sounded reasonable. And he knew that some people in the Ministry could
see things the same way. Because Draco was under a curse, he could be excused
for using an Unforgivable and for the murders.

�� Perhaps. Harry knew there was an anti-pure-blood faction
that would work against him being given mercy.

�� Harry
exhaled weakly. Fuck. No matter where he turned, he was doing something wrong,
something that was unlikely to get Draco cured, something that excused crimes
or plunged Draco deeper into madness. He didn�t know what to do anymore. He
would have liked someone to take over and make the decisions for him.

�� Except that
he couldn�t allow decisions for things that he knew to be wrong, and he
couldn�t allow decisions that would isolate Draco, trap him, or render it
impossible for him to survive. Even if Harry disclaimed all personal feelings
for Draco, he thought he had invested too much in him to allow someone to take
him away.

�� He opened
his eyes, determined to find a way through the madness, and found Draco in
front of him, staring into his eyes with a yearning expression.

�� I need
you,� Draco whispered. �Please? Will you?�

�� Harry
seized the first straw in the flood that he could think of. �In front of people
who despise us?� he asked, gesturing to the wizards and witches who stared at
them.

�� It doesn�t
matter,� Draco said. �All the better. They�ll see me
assert my claim.� His eyes had acquired the dazed, fiery sheen that Harry knew
well. �Please, Harry. I need this.� He leaned down and pressed his lips to
Harry�s.

�� And again
Harry was tempted to give in. The same way that Draco�s arguments made a sick
kind of sense, it would help if he gave in, let himself bring Draco off, and
then used the ensuring period of lucidity to make the decisions he needed to.

�� But he
couldn�t do that. It wouldn�t help. It would result in more depravity instead
of less.

�� Still
clinging to his spinning moral compass despite everything that had happened to
upset it, Harry pressed his wand to Draco�s temple and murmured, �Somnus.�

�� He really
didn�t expect Draco, rather than falling asleep, to grab his wrist and give him
a glare of betrayal.

*

�� Harry had
tried to send him to sleep.

�� That was
the ultimate sign, Draco thought, that he would rather do anything than sleep
with Draco. The ultimate sign that he didn�t feel as much for
Draco as Draco felt for him. Oh, Draco had suspected it when Harry
seemed uncomfortable with his confessions of love, tried to avoid them, and
acted as though he had something important to do whenever Draco pressed him to
fuck, but he had thought that he could simply wait and that love would grow in
Harry, called forth by his own.

�� Obviously not, if he�s going to send me to
sleep whenever I start to press my claim, Draco thought, his gut churning
with sickness. He tried to keep that out of his gaze and only show the anger,
though. Harry would take advantage of his grief and mock him if he saw it.

�� A sleeping
charm,� he drawled. �Should I feel flattered that you think you have to stop me
with that instead of simply asking me to back away, or insulted that you would
try such a simple spell?�

�� Harry gaped
at him, his mouth and eyes open so wide that Draco thought he could see into
the emptiness inside them. The emptiness where love of him should have bloomed
and didn�t, Draco thought.

�� His mind
rebelled then. Draco couldn�t believe that he was sacrificing himself for nothing, that he could pour his soul out to Harry and Harry
would turn away. No, it had to be something else. Someone else. Perhaps Harry was still
in love with the She-Weasel, or fancied himself to be. Or perhaps he had seen
someone recently that he thought he was cheating on with Draco.

�� Draco
wouldn�t allow that. He suspected that he couldn�t actually compel love from
Harry, but he could take steps to ensure that Harry showed certain signs only
to him, only performed certain actions at Draco�s command.

�� Draco cast
two spells of his own, in quick succession. �Iussu castitas. Somnus.�

�� Harry
hardly had time to jerk his head up in alarm before he slumped against Draco�s
chest. Draco stroked his cheek and his hair for a moment, feeling the warmth
under his hand and hoping against hope that Harry would open his eyes, smile,
and return the feelings that Draco knew had grown in himself.

�� But nothing
happened, of course, given that one of his spells was a sleeping charm. Draco
shook his head and turned to the wizards and witches staring at him.

�� He cast
spells efficiently that bound them, put them to sleep, and rendered them
invisible to anyone who might come searching the meadow. He wanted them around
to deal with at his leisure, and that meant keeping both Aurors and randomly
passing Muggles or wizards from interfering. He would bring Harry back when he
had convinced him of the righteousness of taking revenge, and Harry would smile
on him and agree.

�� Draco had
no doubt that he could actually convince Harry.

�� He smiled
and scooped Harry up now, murmuring a Lightning Charm. Harry was far from fat,
but Draco didn�t want to stagger under his burden, as he would if he was
actually carrying Harry�s full weight.

�� I�ll make
you see,� he whispered to Harry�s motionless form. The lust and the jealousy
danced around him, warm and swirling, but a third emotion had joined them, as
glassy and clear as the light that filled Draco�s mind. He knew it was his
love. �I�ll make you see that you
have to love only me, and that there�s no one else in the world for either of
us, now and forever. And I can take you to a place where we won�t be disturbed
while we�re doing it.�

�� He was
grateful, now, for that period about two years ago when he had resented his
parents and moved out to live in sulky independence. It hadn�t lasted long, but
he had maintained a small house that he�d never told anyone else about where he
could go to be alone and think. Since no one else knew it, no one would think to
look for Harry there until Draco was done with him.

�� He made
sure he had Harry�s wand, and then Apparated. ��

*

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