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Trap Door	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3597 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Summary: �Destiny Couples� exist since the beginning of the world and are brought together by cupids. This is the memory of the cupid that brought Harry and Draco together with slightly desperate measures to safe the wizarding world.

WARNINGS:NOT BETA'd - some trashing

REVIEWS Very Much Appreciated

Flames NOT

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Let�s get this started, that we come to an end quickly. I let the quill start,
I named her Quina�Oh god, I�m loosing my mind. Being caged in is leaving its
marks. Come on, I gave my quill, MY QUILL, a name and decided that she is a
female. A female quill named Quina.

Why doesn�t someone shoot me? I would appreciate it!

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I�m fine. I calmed a little.

I�ll let the quill start right at the moment when Harry and Draco fall through
the trapdoor into the room.

Oh maybe I should mention. I was invisible for those two. I�m always
imperceptible apart from my human form. But those two were not allowed to
welcome guests.

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DAY: ::ONE::

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�Ahhh puh�

�Oomph � Potter, get the hell up of me or I�ll hex your arse off.�

Harry had fallen after Draco through the trapdoor and landed softly on the
blond. He looked down on his human cushion and smiled sheepishly.

�Sorry.�

�Yeah, sorry my arse. Just get of off me.�

The Gryffindor stood up and was about to give Draco a helping hand, but decided
against and looked around. Draco stood up and brushed nonexistent dust away.

�Where are we?�

�How am I supposed to know, Potter? Apparently we fell through a flap into a
room.�

�Thank you, for stating the obvious, Malfoy.�

Both fell silent and examined the room. They were looking for an exit, but
found just one door, leading to the bathroom.

�Potter, this is your entire fucking fault.�

�WHAT?�

�You sent us down into this gaol without escape.�

�WHAT?�

�I came up to the fifth floor, because you wanted to discuss something and now
I�m trapped in here.�

�WHAT?�

�You�re very eloquent.�

�Shut the fuck up. I came to the fifth floor, because YOU wanted to discuss
some things.�

�I didn�t.�

�You did.�

�I hate you.�

�I despise you.�

Draco drew his wand, but wasn�t quick enough, Harry jumped at him and sent him
down back to the floor. The dark-haired boy used the moment of shock and
punched Draco across the chin. The blond groaned in pain, but wasn�t backing
down and sent a fist right into Potter�s left cheek.

�You little piece of death-eater shit. Apologise for accusing me.�

�The fuck I will. Draco Malfoy never apologises for anything and especially not
to such a scumbag.�

Harry�s eyes were burning with green flames of anger and he wanted to punch the
smirk off this mouth and the face into a pulp. His fists rained down on Draco,
who mirrored every hit and sent his fists upwards into Harry�s face.

Blood was dripping from their noses and leaking out of the corners of their
mouths. Harry�s blood coloured his and Malfoy�s clothes crimson and Draco�s
blood covered the carpet with many tiny red pools.

An owl hooted in protest and the fight stopped abruptly. Both boys looked up
and saw the dark brown feathered owl sitting in a corner on a pole. Harry
turned his head back to Draco.

�Have you recognised the owl earlier?�

�No.�

The Gryffindor jumped up in haste and ran to the owl. On a desk he found
parchment and quills. He sat down and began to write in hurried lines.

�Potter, what the hell are you doing?�

�Saving our butts.�

�How?�

�I�ll send the owl to Hermione; she will get us out here.�

�Potter, I�m sorry to destroy your hopes � no actually I�m not sorry � but
there�s no opening for the owl to leave. The trapdoor has vanished. No window.
No floo-powder.�

�But she wasn�t here before. There�s a way to get out of here, at least for
her.�

Draco sighed in defeat and slumped down in one armchair in front of the
fireplace, choosing the one he could continue watching Potter and his new found
friend � Mrs Owl.

�I tell you, your attempts are in vain. We need to wait until the others miss
us and turn the whole castle upside down to find us.�

Harry stood up and went over to the owl. He tied the rolled up parchment to her
tiny foot and patted her head softly. The hoot he received assured him that she
liked him and understood him.

�Listen love~�

�Love?�

�Shut it Malfoy!�

�Listen, bring this letter to Hermione Granger. And stay with her until she gives
you an answer.�

The bird hooted again and took of. It flew straight to a painting and vanished.
Both boys watched the painting in awe and Harry ran over to it and touched it.

�Seems like it�s working like the wall to platform 9 � but just for owls.�

Draco groaned in disappointment. Harry flopped down in the other armchair and
looked into the fire.

�Now we can�t do anything but wait. And I think my attempts weren�t in vain,
don�t you think so?�

�Don�t expect to be praised from me. Hopefully Granger can read your writing
and isn�t to slow~�

�I warn you, Malfoy. No one can hear you scream down here, so think twice
before you insult my friends or me.�

�That�s true. But they wouldn�t hear either, if I would let you squirm under
me.�

Harry tried to hide the light blush, creeping up his neck. He turned to the
fire and tried to ignore the fact that Draco was smirking like madness. He
definitely had planned to sound ambiguous. The Gryffindor stood up and looked
around the room. Spotting a huge wardrobe, he walked to the same and opened it.

�Shit.�

Draco turned around in his armchair, but made no attempt to stand up.

�What is it, Potter?�

�We do have a problem. Looks like we are supposed to stay for quite a while.�

�Because?�

�Because our entire clothes are down here.�

Draco jumped up and almost stumbled over the armrest of his chair.

�What? I mean � WHAT? You must be
kidding, Potter.�

�I don�t. � I knew you would have a lot of clothes, but you have A LOT of
clothes.�

�It�s none of your business, Potter. But it�s called �class� and not rags, like
your style � if one could call it style. Why were you looking for the wardrobe,
anyway?�

�Hey! My clothes are none of your business, either. So keep your thoughts for
you. And I was looking for a towel.�

The blond snorted and went without a comment to the bathroom. He came back with
a towel in his hands and pushed it into Harry�s hands, before he slumped back
in his armchair. The Gryffindor looked at him in confusion.

�Towels, Potter. Towels! Who would ever look for a towel in a wardrobe? Oh eh
right. The boy wonder.�

�Fuck you. � I go take a shower.�

�What? Why?�

�Why? I�m bloody. Actually I wondered that you�re still sitting in your stained
clothes and blood covered face. I thought you would run into the bathroom, the
moment you stood up from the floor.�

�I eurm�I��

Draco was shocked; he really had forgotten that he was bloody and not perfectly
styled. Harry grabbed some clean clothes and walked over to the bathroom,
closing the door and bringing a visible border between the two.

The Slytherin stood up again and rummaged through his wardrobe. He decided on
grey, comfy pyjama pants and a black wife beater shirt. He wasn�t in the right
mode to get perfectly dressed and Potter wasn�t worth it.

Taking out his wand he looked into the mirror, inside of one wardrobe door, and
healed his swollen nose, broken lip and bruised cheek.

A �plop� was heard and a house-elf appeared. Draco turned around, after he had
seen it in the mirror. The house-elf had huge frightened eyes and wrung his
hands nervously.

�Good evening, sir. My name is Fina.�

�Good evening, Fina.�

�Fina, is supposed to be the servant of Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter, sir. What do
the masters wish for dinner?�

�Would you please tell me, who had locked us up here? And how long we have to
stay? And why do we have to stay anyway?�

�Fina is very sorry, sir. Fina can�t answer the questions. Fina is sorry, sir.�

�No problem. Bring us something light. Salad with some chicken. Oh and I would
like to have a vegetable soup. And pumpkin juice and some hot tea.�

�Fina will be back in a minute.�

The house elf vanished and Harry came out of the bathroom, wearing a dark green
shirt and shorts. His hair fell in wet strands over his face, but the injuries
were visible nonetheless. He raised an eyebrow at Draco�s appearance, but
didn�t say a thing about it. He was stunned that this spoiled git also wore
casual clothes and had moments were he didn�t look like a living shop window
doll.

He walked over to Draco, who was sitting on the armrest of one armchair and
stopped in front of him. A small smile appeared on his lips and he stared down
on the blond.

�What?�

�You were nice to the elf.�

Harry was gloating over the moment he had witnessed and the fact that Draco�s
eyes double-sized for a second, made it even better. He would let him suffer.

�Problem with it?�

�Nope, just positively surprised. I never had expected to see a Malfoy being
nice. And of all people I could have imagined, a house elf was on the receiving
end.�

�Well, your problem is, you don�t know me. Maybe I�m nice to everyone, but the
Golden Boy and his stupid Gryffindors.�

�Ouch� was everything Harry could think of. That wasn�t the response he had
expected. He turned around without a word and slumped over to the bed. Falling
onto the bed, face first and crawling into the last corner, he pressed his back
against the wall.

�Potter?�

�Hm?�

�Are you okay?�

�Yeah.�

A �plop� was heard and Fina brought the food on a tray, putting it down on the
small table between the two armchairs.

�Is something else needed, sirs?�

�Potter?�

�No, thank you.�

�No, Fina, there�s nothing needed. But can we call you, if something is
needed?�

�Of course, master Malfoy, sir. I wish you a good night, sirs.�

Fina vanished and left the two boys again alone. Draco looked at the delicious
food and felt the steam of the soup against his face.

�Potter? Get over here, or your soup gets cold.�

�I�m not hungry.�

Draco stopped in tracks and looked at the dark-haired boy. He hadn�t moved at
all. Still flush pressed against the wall with his back and his eyes closed.

�Don�t tell me, you�re sulking because I said, you�re the only one I�m not nice
towards?�

�Maybe.�

Harry turned around and was now facing the wall. He angled his legs and Draco
caught himself admiring the nice little arse of him. The blond sighed audible;
this idiot would not manage to ruin his appetite.

�Listen Potter. You�re not the only one I�m not friendly with. Actually there
are just a few people who I�m friendly with.�

He turned his attention back to dinner and began with the soup. But he couldn�t
enjoy the taste. His mind was occupied with what he had done seconds ago. Why
had he tried to make Potter feel better? He was his school-enemy, it wasn�t
necessary to make him feel fine.

�Malfoy?�

�Huh?�

�Thank you.�

Harry crawled under the blankets and fell asleep.

/// It�s ridiculous. This quill is even
able to describe the thoughts of Draco and Harry. That makes the story even for
me interesting again. � That was day one of their forced room-mating. - Have
one recognised? Without their usual environment they are much nicer towards
each other. When I had realised it the first time, I was really happy. Maybe it
wouldn�t take so long until they realised that they were meant for each other.

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