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Dragon in a Snake Pit	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Charlie/Draco Views: 10886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Draco was awake long before Charlie, but he hadn't moved a muscle. Charlie was so much larger than him, and the arm wrapped around Draco's midsection was comforting. Draco couldn't remember the last time he'd slept in the same bed with someone else (if ever), but he liked it. The few hours he'd spent next to Charlie had been the most restful he'd had since that night.

He'd feigned calm when he invited the other man into bed with him; he was sure he'd have at least a moment of panic upon waking, but there'd been none. Charlie's body was warm, and Draco only felt safe and protected. The rhythmic beating of Charlie's heart against his back was relaxing.

Lying there, feeling Charlie's feet start to twitch as wakefulness drifted into his body, Draco couldn't even find it in himself to be embarrassed about his breakdown a few hours ago.

"Mmm, good morning." Charlie's voice was still laced with sleep, as he buried his nose in Draco's hair. Draco didn't mind the familiarity at all.

"I think it's still nighttime." Draco made no move to extract himself from Charlie's embrace.

"Well, I feel rested enough for it to be morning. How did you sleep?" Charlie scooted a little closer and nuzzled further into Draco's scalp; Draco smiled.

"Very well. I feel much better now."

"Good." Charlie seemed content to remain as they were, so Draco let his hands grip Charlie's forearm a bit more firmly. He could hardly believe how thick the man's arms were. Even tiny movement in Charlie's body caused the muscles under Draco's fingers to flex slightly. Draco's thumb stroked gently over a bulging vein, and Charlie sighed.

"That's nice." Draco's heart rate increased at Charlie's acknowledgement of the caress. But, he didn't stop, and Charlie didn't pull away.

Feeling a bit daring, Draco turned his face so that his nose and lips rested against Charlie's bicep - which was under Draco's head. The man tensed a little, but allowed the contact. Taking a deep breath, Draco noted that Charlie smelled woodsy. It was a very manly smell, and Draco fancied it a lot.

It should have felt odd, his sudden attachment to a strange man, and a Weasley nonetheless, but it felt good. For the first time in his life, he felt truly and utterly safe. How could Charlie make him feel like that? It was baffling, especially when he remembered they were still under the wing of a madman. But, he didn't want to question how he was feeling, he wanted to revel in it. He wanted to cling to Charlie, and let the man take care of everything.

Without thinking, Draco puckered his lips, just a bit, and pressed a soft kiss to Charlie's freckled skin. The body behind him went completely still and rigid for a moment. To his credit, Charlie didn't leap away, but he did begin the process of untangling their limbs.

"I… I'm sorry, I shouldn't have…" But, he wasn't sorry, not really. The only thing he was sorry about was the empty spot Charlie left behind in the bed.

"No, it's not your fault. I'm not upset with you, Draco. I shouldn't have put you in that position. I don't want you to feel like-" Charlie ran his hands nervously through his ginger locks, and steadfastly refused to look directly at Draco.

"Don't you say it." Steel crept into Draco's voice. He could hardly control his anger. How dare Charlie assume that Draco would pay his debts like that. "I did that because I wanted to, no other reason."

Finally, Charlie raised his chin, and upon searching Draco's eyes, nodded his head.

"Okay."

Avoiding a potential squabble, Charlie rummaged in the sack he'd brought with him, and pulled out a fresh change of clothes.

"I'm just going to shower, and then we can discuss how to get us out of here." As soon as Draco heard the water running in the next room, he climbed out of bed and began to dress.

He could still hear water sloshing almost ten minutes later. Briefly, he wondered how Charlie would look standing under the shower spray. As defined as Charlie's chest and stomach were, he knew the water would flow down the valleys of his body like miniature rivers. He imagined tracing his finger down the middle of the man's chest and disrupting the path. He'd move all the way down, until he felt the damp hair above Charlie's…

He's face down on his father's bed, arse in the air. The thing behind him is spreading his cheeks, laughing darkly. He feels the cool air against his entrance, and a chill runs up his spine. He's so scared, so humiliated. Something presses firmly against his opening, and despite his resolution to endure this stoically, he whimpers helplessly.

Steam rolled out of the bathroom as Charlie hurried through the door in nothing but a towel. But, Draco couldn't even appreciate the sight. He knew he was breathing heavily, and he must have made some sort of sound to alarm the other man. Charlie rushed across the room, and sat beside Draco.

"Are you alright?" Charlie turned Draco's head toward him, and brushed Draco's hair out of his eyes as he placed an arm around Draco's shoulders.

The feel of Charlie so close to him had a calming effect, and Draco was able to regain some control over his breathing. He was so confused. Charlie's touch seemed to help, but a little fantasy about the man had sent Draco spiraling into a flashback.

"Yes, I'm fine. I didn't mean to alarm you. I just… My mind wandered for a moment, that's all."

Charlie didn't seem convinced, and tightened his hold on Draco.

"Are you sure? You screamed, I thought… There was no one in here, right?" Charlie scanned the room, as if a monster might be hiding in one of the dusty corners. The look on his face was murderous, and Draco would have felt sorry for anyone on the other end of his wand at that moment.

"No, we're still alone. I was just thinking too hard, and remembering things. I'm fine now, really."

Charlie studied him a bit longer, but finally stood and turned back toward the bathroom.

"I'll be right back. I need to get dressed, but I'll leave the door open a little."

A moment before, Draco might have tried to peek through the crack in the door, but now he just wasn't in the mood any longer.

When Charlie emerged, a few minutes later, fully dressed, Draco was pacing from one end of the room to the other. He was trying to think of some way to get them out, and was so lost in thought, he almost ran into Charlie.

"Whoa, there." Charlie's hands shot out to grip Draco's shoulders and steady him.

"Sorry." Draco mumbled, gazing into the deep blue eyes a few inches above his own. Something in his stomach fluttered, and Draco had to take a step back.

Draco had always known that he preferred men to women, but the feelings he was having around Charlie were entirely new and foreign to him. He'd had crushes before, but he'd never felt so strongly for someone, and most certainly not so quickly. It had only been a few hours, and most of the time they'd spent sleeping. He had to get control of himself and the situation, before it got even more out of hand.

"Listen, we need to discuss how we're going to break out. You know they are going to come after us. Are you absolutely sure that you have somewhere for us to be safe? Because when we slip past these wards, it won't just be me they try to find. They will come after you, and possibly even your family."

"Trust me, Draco. I have a safe place for us, and my family is already in hiding as well. I'm not so much worried about that as I am how to get out in the first place."

Draco moved to sit on the bed, and pulled his legs up and underneath him. It wasn't a 'proper' position in which to sit, but Charlie didn't seem like the type to care. As if reading Draco's mind, Charlie joined him, and arranged himself in the same fashion.

Draco thought about what Charlie had said. He knew of at least one way they might get out, but he really wasn't sure it was worth it. If they left, only to be captured later, the punishment they would receive would be tenfold what would happen if they just stayed. Draco tried to stamp down his worries for the other man, but - to his disgust - could not.

There was some part of Draco that knew he belonged there. He was part of the darkness that surrounded the place, even if he didn't want to be. His family was there, and he was bound by blood to follow in his parents' footsteps, but Charlie…

Charlie was sunshine and happiness. Charlie was bright and untouched - unsullied - by the evil that lurked in every corner of the Manor. Charlie should leave. Draco's path was laid out for him, and had been since before he was born. It didn't seem fair to bring this caring, beautiful man down with him. Draco longed for the freedom that Charlie represented, but he was unworthy.

His decision made, Draco stood quickly from the bed and braced himself on the wall, facing away from Charlie. He could do this if he didn't have to look at the man who had so bravely come to his rescue.

"I can tell you how to get out." He was proud of himself; his voice was steady and sure.

"Great, so how do we escape?"

"We don't, you do. I… I belong here, Charlie. I'm a Slytherin, remember? I'm right at home here with the other snakes."

The words had barely left his mouth, when strong hands gripped his waist and turned him around. Charlie held firmly to Draco's hip with one hand, and used the other to tilt Draco's head so they were eye to eye.

"You listen to me, Draco Malfoy. You are no snake. You are fierce, passionate, brave, resilient, and powerful. I've seen that in just this short time. You, Draco, are a dragon, you've just yet to spread your wings. We are leaving here together. I promised myself, in the beginning, that I would only take you if you wanted to go. I know you want to go. There is no turning back. I'm leaving, I'm taking you with me - one way or the other."

Draco swallowed around the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. He'd never been held captive by a gaze before, but Charlie's eyes seemed to shoot fire. Draco knew he couldn't stand against such determination, and Charlie was right. He did want to leave. He wanted it so badly that he ached.

"I don't think you understand the lengths to which they will go. They will hunt us down, Charlie, and they will kill anyone who stands in their way. If you leave here with me-"

"I know the risk involved here, Draco. I'm not the type to run from danger. Hell, I spend most of my time with dragons. The fact is, it doesn't matter if you come with me or not, if I walk out of here, I'm a marked man. The darkest wizard to ever live will be out for my blood. But, I don't intend to get caught. So, there's really no issue, right?"

Draco could see the excitement dancing in the other man's eyes. Draco was scared for Charlie's life, but Charlie wasn't worried at all. If anything, Charlie was thrilled by the imminent danger. The idea of running for his life was exhilarating for Charlie.

"There's something truly and completely wrong in your head, Weasley." He tried to sound concerned for Charlie, but his smirk gave away his amusement.

"Weasley? Oh, come on, Draco, we've slept in the same bed, and I've seen you naked. Why the sudden change?" There was a teasing quality to Charlie's voice that broadened Draco's smirk into a full-blown smile.

"You are acting too much like your youngest brother, jumping headfirst into a life and death situation without a backward glance. That Gryffindor bravery is going to land you in serious trouble one of these days."

"Well, it won't be today." Charlie was grinning ear to ear, and exuding enough confidence, that Draco actually believed him.

"Is cockiness also a Gryffindor trait, or is that all you?"

"I'd say that cockiness is a trait that Gryffindors and Slytherins have in common, wouldn't you? But, either way, I've always been a little brash, and it usually works for me."

Somehow, in their odd, playful banter, they had drifted closer to each other. Charlie's hands were still on Draco's hip and chin, but now the other man was so close that Draco could feel Charlie's body heat. Maybe it was their position, or maybe it was sheer need on Draco's part, but Draco found himself tilting his head to the side and his mouth upward. Charlie's eyes flickered to Draco's lips and back up. Draco hadn't meant to give Charlie an invitation to kiss him, but he had, and he wouldn't revoke it.

It seemed, for several long seconds, that there was a war going on inside Charlie. The man's eyes were full of pain and longing, and his grasp tightened. His gaze continued to sweep from Draco's mouth to his eyes, and his lips parted slightly. Then, the warmth of Charlie's overheated body was gone, and Draco felt a bit cold.

Draco thought Charlie would apologize, but instead he opted to ignore the moment altogether.

"So, how do we get out?"
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