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Finding Draco Malfoy	By : caressedbythorns Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A/N this chapter did not want to be written and it's not at all what I thought would happen but it's what came out. I'm not sure if I am going to continue writing FDM, it has been a very long time since I began and the style of writing is no longer comfortable to me although I try and stay true to my original design. I am also faced with the fact that I cannot seem to find a reliable BETA reader because my most wonderful friend SMaddox also has a life. So I guess I just wanted everyone to know the next chapter may take a while to materialize. I hope I can finish this story and give my original plot line the attention it deserves.

As always your devoted Author

CBT

Finding Draco Malfoy

Chapter Thirteen

For what is life but a fleeting infatuation

"You are surely not suggesting what I think you are Dragon." Narcissa breathed in a low threatening voice.

Draco flinched but stood his ground looking to Harry and Blaise for support. "We cannot leave her care to Lady Zabini, nor is it an option to send her back to her abusers. What course of action would you find appropriate Mother?" Draco asked clearly trying not to raise his voice.

Narcissa's sharp blue eyes took in Harry and Blaises nods of assent with mutinous disgust. "I see no reason not to send the little traitor back to her happy home; she was so willing to allow Lucius to kill us so she could return to it, we should allow her to reap her rewards." Narcissa's words were laced with venom and barely hidden rage.

Draco cringed as he watched his mother pace, she was furious, more so even than when Lucius had taken Draco with him to a meeting with a lady of the evening.

BR

Narcissa was furious with Draco, couldn't he see she just wanted to keep him from danger? And Pansy, Pansy was not only a danger to Draco she was a danger to his relationship with Harry. She could not allow her son to miss this chance to be accepted in the wizarding world. Her husband had tarnished their name far past salvation, if Draco was to survive after the war he would need the protection Potters name could afford.

Narcissa looked to the black haired man for back up, she was sure Harry didn't want the little harlot anywhere near Draco either. "Well what do you think about their insanity Mr. Potter?" she demanded.

The young man turned to look at her, his eyes held a sort of wisdom one his age should not comprehend. He understood her motives, but it seemed he did not agree with them."Draco is correct Mrs. Malfoy, we can't turn her away when Lady Zabini's life is in the balance. Parkinson will not be a guest in this house though, she has betrayed us once before; trusting her now would be idiotic." The brunette lifted his hand to stop Draco's protests. "We will however allow her a secured room in the main house rather than the cellar. Once we can interrogate her using veritaserum we can decide whether to allow her more rights or less." Harry finished, Narcissa smiled and nodded demurely, he was at least being cautious. Draco looked much less pleased but Narcissa knew that was going to happen, her Dragon was one of the most stubborn children she had ever met.

BR

Harry sighed and pushed his hair away from his scar, it was burning, had been for hours now. Voldemort, or Lucifer or whoever the hell they were fighting was happy, much too happy. Draco looked mutinous, while Blaise seemed relieved and Narcissa was preening like a peacock. Slytherins were going to be the end of him. Hermione stood not too far from Blaise leaning against the tapestries that lined the walls she looked deep in thought and Harry made a mental note to talk with her after everyone had left.

"Where's Ron?" Harry asked realizing the red head was missing from the group.

"He's sulking." Hermione muttered sending a rather nasty look towards Narcissa. Harry wanted to scream, he needed Ron right now, who cares if Snape was sleeping with Draco's Mum.

"Well can you please tell him to get in here, we need a pick up strategy that doesn't endanger Lady Zabini or Parkinson." Harry nodded at Hermione, she huffed a bit but nodded back and went to fetch their love sick friend. Snape pushed past Hermione as she left and closed the door behind him.

"A word Potter?" He asked, making Harry's name sound like a rather nasty curse word.

"We're busy Snape if you have something to say, then say it." Harry replied leaning heavily on the large window.

"My mark is burning." Snape barked glaring at Harry with so much heat he thought he might sunburn.

Harry matched his glare crossing his long arms in front of his chest defensively. "I am well aware of what is going on Snape; I have my own mark from Voldemort if you remember." Harry winced as his scar pulsed violently. "Do you have anything useful to say?"

Snape growled low in his throat and stormed from the room in a swirl of black robes. Mrs. Malfoy followed leaving Harry alone with Blaise and Draco, Sighing he sank down on to the plush carpet. His head fell in to shaking hands and he fought back the impending sobs. Green eyes filled with tears glistening in the candle light as he lifted his head and croaked out a dismissal to the men in the room.

"Leave."

His scar burned again causing a stifled sob to escape past exhausted lips. Again the pain came stronger this time, Harry grasped his hair and pulled trying to release the pressure building beneath his skull. Where the hell were Ron and Hermione? He needed them, he couldn't let this happen. He could feel the pull of the Demons mind pulling his in to it, he couldn't let him know where they were.

Harry was standing in a bright pink bed room, fluffy animals and pictures of a happily smiling child covered every surface available. Before him quivering was the girl curled in to a ball weeping in to a blood soaked blanket.

"Now, now, child." Harry hissed, running one hand down the back of her pretty blond hair. "Don't cry you'll be with you mommy again very soon." The childs sobs increased and she began to beg for her life. Harry laughed loudly grabbing one small arm and yanking the girl from the bed. She fell on to the disemboweled corpse of her mother, a shrill scream broke the night air.

Harry groaned as he sat straight up and slammed his head in to Draco's. "What are you doing?" Harry barked rubbing the quickly forming lump,

"Well I was worried sick over your prone body, but now I'm thinking about never talking to you again if this is how you treat me." Draco groused pushing himself back to sit on the edge of the bed.

"What… how long was I out?" Harry asked looking around the room. They were in his bed room and someone had changed him in to pajamas again. "And who changed my clothes?"

Draco reddened looking up at the tiered ceiling. "About an hour, and I believe Hermione and Ron did that, they were really quite worried." The blond ran a hand through his hair ruffling the usually impeccable locks. "Can… I mean, what did you see?" Draco whispered fingering the dark blue covers.

Harry stiffened and grabbed at the sheets as the scene came back to him. "Believe me you don't want to know, I wish I didn't."

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Draco winced at the pain lacing Harry's voice, he felt like he should do something to ease the green eyed mans pain, but everything that came to his mind seemed hallow. What could he possibly do to make the horror Harry had surely witnessed mean any more or hurt any less?

"Can I hug you?" Harry's whispered plea broke Draco's heart; the blond sat for a moment staring at the other man before launching his body across the bed and taking Harry in to his arms.

"Of course you can, you never need to ask." Draco whispered

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The dank smell that permeated the basement he was confined in sickened Lucius. They had been in the hands of these disgusting mudbloods and blood traitors for two long nights. The only human contact other than Bella had been the hateful mudblood that came three times a day with a tray of food. Bella for her part was slowly recovering, whatever the blond freak had done to her was serious but she was a strong woman. She ate at every meal and had the presence of mind to taunt the mudblood when the girl wasn't present. The cellar was cold and the tattered blankets they had been given hardly helped, he vowed that the mudblood would be his first victim when he escaped, followed by his wife and son. She was a pretty thing with a petite figure and ample bosom; he would enjoy his time with her immensely.

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Hermione peeked in to Harry's bedroom and gasped; he and Draco were wrapped around one another apparently unaware of the world around them. She slowly shut the door and pushed past a very confused Ron, grabbing his wrist and pulling him along behind her.

"Harry's busy Ron, lets go find Blaise." Hermione whispered taking off down the corridor.

"What about Parkinson?"

"She can wait twenty minutes."

BR

Pansy sighed as her body was lowered in to the steaming rose scented bath water with the help of Lady Zabinis house elves. The golden soaking tub was filled to the brim with the sweet smelling liquid, it over flowed on to the bronze tile floors as she sank beneath its shimmering surface. Pansy floated to the bottom of the tub, staring up at the colorful mosaic ceiling of the bathroom above.

Mermaids flitted above her playing in the crystal clear waters of the pacific and singing sweetly to their imagined victims. The brunette allowed a few bubbles to drift lazily from her lips and pondered their meandering journey to the cusp of the bath water. The fragility and briefness of the bubbles existence made her ponder the situation she was currently entrapped in.

She was as if a bubble floating now on the edge of the water wondering whether the wind would take her life in to the cosmic nothingness. Draco had yet to respond to her plea, no doubt his inaction was due to the loathing Potter felt for her. Pansy cringed and kicked the side of the tub in a fit of temper, this was unfair. This was not how her life was supposed to go, she should be marrying Draco.

She should be a wife and mother, not some used up body without a sickle to her name. Tears crept in to her eyes and became one with the bath water swirling around her. Pansy's lungs burned, head ached. She knew surfacing was her best option, but the water felt so warm and she was so tired of living, so tired of pain.
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