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Devil's Snare	By : lashton Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 13009 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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
- 30
- 31
- 32
Title: Devil's Snare
Rating: R
Word Count: 1363
031: Fire
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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Hermione looked up as Harry rapped on the doorjamb before striding into her office. A long roll of parchment trailed off her desk and halfway across the room. It was littered with red ink and Hermione had an eagle-feathered quill poised to scribble another note. Harry grimaced at the thought of all that reading and notation and revision. Paperwork was not his forte.
"What can I do for you?" Hermione asked, ever obliging.
"Ron said you'd be working late. I thought I could persuade you to take a dinner break with me. There's a good Muggle place not far from here that has the market on Indian, as far as I'm concerned.
"Certainly," Hermione readily agreed, rolling the scroll with a flick of her wand and setting it aside. Harry had never seen rolled parchment so thick. "Let me just freshen up a bit, and we'll head out. I'm due for a breather."
Before she got an opportunity to head to the loo, however, a shimmering silvery hawk swooped into the room and perched on Hermione's desk. It was Shacklebolt's Patronus.
"Fire. Hogsmeade. At least 10 Death Eaters. Hurry," It said in Shacklebolt's booming voice tinged with franticness. Even before the hawk dispersed in wisps of argent mist, Harry and Hermione had their wands out and were through the Floo. They Apparated to Hogsmeade as soon as they reached The Leaky Cauldron dining hall.
What awaited them there was disaster: thick green curls of smoke, occasionally alight with billows of gold and red flames, smothered the sleepy wizarding town. The air charged with magic that immediately drowned out the sounds of screaming. Death Eaters moved through it all � fire, smoke, magic � like knives through water. Somehow they remained unaffected, by some spell or shield, while others crumpled around them, hacking and burning and dying. Death had no voice here, but was a stealthy predator. Harry felt like he was stuck in a silent movie.
Wheezing, Harry fell to his knees, trying to crawl under the heavy smoke to gather his bearings and look around. Hermione knelt beside him and cast bubble-head charms around them both. Harry flicked his wand and a silvery film of mist drifted out and into Hermione's ear. After a moment, she did the same.
"I haven't seen anything, yet," her voice sounded in his ear, "But I don't think it's over, either. Something terrible is�"
A jet of orange light struck the tail of the thought before it could fully wriggle into Harry's ear. Harry and Hermione scrambled into crouching positions, back pressed to back, wands at the ready as they scoured their surroundings for a sign of the person that had cast the spell.
"Why, you're not playing by the rules, Hero Potter," teased a familiar, sultry voice. Bellatrix Lestrange strolled up from the side. Harry and Hermione rose together, the bubble-head charms protecting them from poisoned smoke and singeing magic. Hermione kept her back to Harry, watching for another advance. Harry and Bellatrix were matched as far as dueling and sheer power were concerned. "Naughty, naughty! I'm going to have to penalize you."
"You can try, but I've gotten more difficult to discipline since we last dueled properly."
"And what an eventful meeting that was, too!" Bellatrix pouted. She reached out with her wand and traced the jagged scar on Harry's neck. The feel of her wand there made Harry's skin crawl. "It's such a pity that curse didn't strike you full on," she said. "Death would have greatly improved your position � and mine! Ah, well! Third time's the charm, as we say." A delighted grin crossed her face.
Hermione tapped Harry three times on the side. Three people were closing in on them. Harry reached out with his magic, with the part of him that Voldemort had unwittingly marked. It smacked into a wall of fire. Only one of the wizards approaching was identified as a Death Eater. He tapped Hermione back once.
"You're starting to bore me, dear aunt," Harry returned. "Simply because you're inept at wandwork doesn't mean we all are. Some of us are better suited to the craft, that's all."
"Do not call me 'Aunt!'" Bellatrix snarled, jutting her wand into Harry's voice box. "Maybe I ought to cut out your tongue to ensure that you don't."
"As delightful as that sounds," came a familiar drawling baritone, drifting out of the haze, "we haven't the time for such nonsense. Maybe I'll have Draco do it while he's sleeping, though."
Bellatrix turned to Snape slowly, shaking violently with pent-up hatred and frustration, but she lowered her wand. "Severus," she said.
"There's a good girl," he sneered. "Now, Potter. I am told that you felt it prudent to once again take and manhandle what belongs to me. Surely, you understand that retribution is in order? After all, one ill turn deserves another."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Of course you know what I'm talking about, Potter. Let's not play more obtuse than we actually are�. Do you think it wise to touch what is mine? Have you not learned your lesson, yet?" Harry stared at him, unaffected. Snape pursed his lips. "Draco Malfoy belongs to me. If you touch him again, I will make you regret it."
"You hardly have a say over what Malfoy does with himself," Hermione rebutted. "From what I hear, you're never even there � you've been a coward and abandoned him to Harry."
"Silence your Mudblood, Potter, or I shall have Lucius kill her. He has wanted to for awhile now�. Haven't you, Lucius?"
One of the Death Eaters moved to Snape's side and nodded. Long blonde hair slipped from the wizard's cowl. Snape smirked at him smugly. Lucius did not react.
"I hardly think you ought to be wasting my time here, Snape. Are we going to duel or not? I have�"
"People to save?" Snape interrupted, sounding amused. "Oh, but don't you wonder why the screaming has stopped?" Harry hadn't, in fact, noticed the silence until Snape mentioned it. Adrenaline rushed through him, making his head and heart pound. "Finally caught on, have you? I say, it's always been dreadfully amusing to me that you are so easily thwarted. It's become� a bit of a hobby of mine to undermine your efforts and ruin your life. I think I'm doing quite admirably. Don't you?" Snape pulled out his wand. A silver ring glinted in the eerie light, nestled back by the handle. "I'll leave Saffron to his fun with you." Pansy's older brother, a big, blonde, brutal-faced Death Eater stepped forward and threw his hood back. "Bella, drop the shield over them, if you please. Lucius � the Mudblood."
Lucius flicked his wand and Hermione's flew into his hand. He ran long, nimble fingers over the wood, rotating it. After examining it, he tossed it back to Hermione. She caught it on reflex, and as her fingers made first contact, she shrieked, collapsing to her knees and grabbing her head in agony. Harry started to her aid, but Lucius flicked his wand again and petrified him before he could touch her. He could do naught more than watch as she convulsed, thrashing against the cobbled path. Snape smirked and nodded to Lucius. He Apparated away. Bellatrix followed.
"Remember, Potter�. I promised you'd pay for touching and troubling what belongs to me. You took Zabini from Draco; I've taken your Mudblood from you. That is just the start of it, just a sensitizing taste�. I've got much more to pay you back for. Even if you see a Dark Mark in the sky, you'll know when it's from me. Crucio!"
Harry's stiffness erupted in a flare of pain that sent Harry careening to the ground. It ended only a moment later when Snape Apparated away, and Harry labored to shake off the shock and aftereffect. He scrambled to Hermione's side where she lay shuddering and sobbing. He pulled her into his arms, hunching over her as Saffron Parkinson came to loom above them, wand steadied on them. Around them, the smoke cleared. The magical fire that consumed Hogsmeade died down. The town had burned to ash.
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