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Devil's Snare	By : lashton Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Devil's Snare
- 2-Hours
- 3-Red
- 4-Purple
- 5-Friends
- 6-Teammates
- 7-Sunrise
- 8-Smell
- 9-Shapes
- 10-Star
- 11-Water
- 12-Breakfast
- 13-Winter
- 14-Rain
- 15-Broken
- 16-Who?
- 17-How?
- 18-Choices
- 19-Birthday
- 20-Ghost
- 21-Middles
- 22-Days
- 23-Orange
- 24-Brown
- 25-Enemies
- 26-Parents
- 27-Sunset
- 28-Sound
- 29-Triangle
- 30-Heart
- 31-Fire
- 32-Lunch
- 33-Spring
- 34-Snow
- 25
- 26
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Title: Devil's Snare
Rating: R
Word Count: 1682
026: Parents
Paring: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry is told to bring Draco to the light side of the war at any cost. Post-HBP, D/s, dubious consent, Post-Hogwarts, war!fic.
Disclaimer: Unoriginal characters and situations belong to JKRowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
Table of Contents found at http://www.livejournal.com/users/mahoganyhandle/9713.html

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The moment of calm passed, and the circle of witnesses broke, Harry thrust Malfoy back against the stone monolith, and held him there with an arm to the neck. Malfoy didn't struggle, but immediately when limp as Harry seized him and snarled. Moody hobbled closer, whipping out his wand. He shoved it into Malfoy's neck, jutting it under his chin. Spinning on him, Harry smacked his wand away and shoved Moody back. The ex-Auror stumbled, flabbergasted.
"Don't threaten him," Harry snapped. Moody narrowed his eyes and strode forward again. "I SAID DON'T!"
"Alastor," Lupin warned. Haltingly, Moody backed away. Harry turned his attention back to Malfoy. He hadn't moved at all. It seemed strange that Malfoy, who was abrasive and confrontational at best, would simply accept such treatment as if he'd grown used to it.
"Is she under the curse now?" Malfoy didn't bother feigning ignorance, but nodded his assent. "Take. It. Off."
Behind Harry, Lavender gasped as if emerging from the depths of the ocean where she'd been starved for light and breath, and staggered over to a monolith to vomit. Malfoy didn't even look at her. He didn't seem to care.
"I've ended it."
Grabbing his arm, Harry whipped out his wand and apparated them both directly into his flat, and shoved Malfoy back into a chair. The force sent it rocking back precariously, but it righted itself with a floor-thumping thud. Before Malfoy had an opportunity to gather his bearings, Harry swung at him, an open-handed slap, but strong nonetheless, and crackling with pent-up magic. A red hand-print blossomed on Malfoy's cheek.
"You killed my people." Malfoy said nothing; he didn't even look at Harry. This, more than anything else, enraged Harry more. Malfoy couldn't even bring himself to care what he had done, even in confrontation, even with Harry bearing down on him, screaming inside. Grabbing Malfoy by the jaw, Harry jerked his head around until their eyes met. Malfoy was unabashed. "You killed my people."
"I killed no one."
"YOU ORDERED IT!" Malfoy's eyes glazed a second, then burned again. "Don't lie to me."
"I found it ridiculously easy," Malfoy said. "If you lot are the best and brightest of Dumbledore's faction, it is no wonder Voldemort's winning the war."
Harry slapped him again, then punched him, and went to strike him again when Malfoy spoke smearing the blood streaming down his chin. "Do you manhandle all your lovers thus, or do I simply bring out the best in you?" Harry halted, drawing back so that he didn't lunge. His fist twitched; he was anxious to lash out again, but this wasn't him�. Beyond all rage and torment, Harry didn't want to hurt Malfoy. More than the desire to beat and break, there was the desire to protect, to prize. "Please, don't hold back on my account. Beat me if you like. I don't fear pain."
Harry turned away, unable to look at him, biting one fist and twisting and yanking his own hair with the other. He needed to calm down, but if Malfoy kept talking, Harry wouldn't be able to hold.
"Does your precious Severus beat you?"
"Severus abhors violence." Harry snorted. "Physical violence, I should say. And, it is rather Muggle isn't it? No wonder you embrace it so; your mother was a Mudblood and Severus tells me that you were raised amongst those rabid brutish Muggles. Did you sleep outdoors and shite in the bushes?"
"Shut. Up." Malfoy, who had been preparing to say something else, fell silent. Harry crossed the living room to stand before Malfoy, looming over him. Again Malfoy looked up to Harry through his fringe, as if awaiting chastisement, as if he were no more than a rambunctious child due for a scolding. The look unnerved Harry, for, though Malfoy had grown up in some ways since leaving school, in others he was still very youthful. Harry wondered what Snape had done to him when they were on the run, to make him so. "I am not playing your game any longer. I gave you an opportunity to cooperate with me, but you spat on it. That's fine. If you won't cooperate, then you will obey."
"You're going to kill my father because of what happened to your friends?" Malfoy smirked. "I think I've corrupted you."
"What happened to my friends? Don't make it sound so happenstance, Malfoy. Take credit for your handiwork�! When you found out what they were doing, you stalked them. You set traps for them in their own homes � I hadn't known you were so bold. You dueled them, and tortured them into submission, and controlled them with a remarkably powerful Unforgiveable Curse. You used them to spy on the Order and filtered whatever information you wanted back to Voldemort, and used the rest to thwart every move towards progress we made. And when they were no longer useful to you, you killed them. Hell, you even used them to kill one another!" Harry twisted his fingers in Malfoy's hair and yanked his head back. "Most impressive! Especially for someone who claims no loyalty to Voldemort."
"No loyalty to Voldemort, perhaps, but plenty of loyalty to certain of his Death Eaters. You must know that, Potter. It's been obvious all along. I hardly think I need to remind you who my friends are."
"So why did you do it?" Harry snapped. "To protect Labrusca?" Malfoy gave a sharp nod. "Who is she, then, that you're so obsessed with keeping her safe? Girlfriend? Relative?"
"She's my daughter." Harry faltered, not having expected that, and unwound his fingers from Malfoy's hair. "Dulcea Belladonna Labrusca Malfoy, heiress to the Labrusca estate� and the Hours."
"What would it matter if we found out that you had a daughter? Why is that reason enough for you to kill?"
"You're a fool. Don't you know rudimentary maths? Belladonna is five already, and I'm only twenty-two. I hadn't even discovered sex when she was born! I'm protecting her from Voldemort and you."
"Why are you raising her, if you're not her father?"
"Her father didn't want her; and her mother, a semi-invalid, couldn't raise her. It doesn't matter anyway. She died in childbirth. And he never cared for children. He loathes them. He gave her to me before she was even born, and told me to keep her for my own. I was the only child he ever loved, and he took me as his lover." The words took the wind right out of Harry. Dulcea Labrusca was Snape's daughter. She'd been there with him the entire time, right under his nose and he never suspected. She didn't look like Malfoy at all, and had dark hair and eyes, and he'd never once suspected that Malfoy might not have fathered her!
"That's still not a good enough reason, Malfoy. I may hate Snape, but I'm not a barbarian. I wouldn't have hurt his daughter simply because she is his daughter."
"Maybe you have qualms with killing children, but Voldemort doesn't. And he will kill her if he finds out that she's already inherited. She's not useful to him. She's only a hindrance � far too young to run the Hours. If she dies, it reverts back to me."
"That's what the spell did," Harry whispered. "That's why you were so upset when you thought the binding spell was broken. It bound your blood to hers; it allowed you to run the Hours in her stead!" Malfoy nodded. When he reached out for Harry this time, Harry leaned into his touch. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"You were the enemy."
"Then why didn't you turn to me when you found out?" snarled Harry, clenching his hands into fists.
"Why would I turn to you when I have Severus?"
"Severus abandoned you � he's a coward!"
"Don't call him a coward."
"You are not in the position to make demands. Shut up and back off. Snape is a coward. He left you and his daughter in a corner and expected you to clean up the mess. And what, you expect me to trust you again?"
"First, she is not his daughter, she is my daughter. Severus may have fathered her, but he has never been a father to her, nor does he care to be. I, on the other hand, have cared for her since she was born, have shouldered every responsibility and burden, and have met her needs and desires threefold. Don't belittle that. Second, Severus is not, has never been, nor ever will be a coward or an abandoner. Third, I never asked you to trust me, Potter. In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't. Do not trust me and I can never lie to you." Malfoy paused and worked his fingers through is hair. "I don't know what you want from me."
"And I don't know how I could forgive you for what you did to my friends � to me."
"I never sought forgiveness. I don't care for it, either. I am neither regretful nor ashamed, and I won't have you pushing it across to your precious Order that I've seen the error of my ways. There is no error in what I have done."
"That's what I'm talking about, Malfoy," Harry snapped. "I don't know how I could sympathize with you, forgive you even, and go on loving you after all that. It's just that I did � I do. What you did was horrible, and if you pull another stunt like that, believe me, I will see it and make you accountable for it, but this�. This is what it is. But where do we go from here?"
Malfoy rose, flushing as he approached Harry and took his hand. Metal clashed against metal. Harry glanced down and stared, befuddled. A silver signet ring glinted on Harry's ring finger. It had struck the detailed armlet that Malfoy now wore.
"It� it is a sign that we are bound together. These are our family crests." Malfoy explained. Harry nodded, distracted. "Harry."
"What?" Malfoy's gaze was dark, measuring.
"I will go wherever you lead me."
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