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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
- 33
- 34
Title: Devil's Snare
Rating: R
Word Count: 1212
034: Snow
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

A/N: I haven't maintained the 10pt gap since I'm posting this now, so I'm not promising a swift return for the next part. I've got 1 more portion to write before I can post 35.

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Harry held Malfoy tighter as he shifted, drifting out of sleep. He had attempted to confront Malfoy about what he'd witnessed in the hidden chamber, but Malfoy hadn't wanted to talk about it. Harry could hardly blame him. So he had healed Malfoy's wounds in silence and helped him to clean up. He was still sore, and exhausted, and had fallen asleep in Harry's lap.
"What time is it?" Malfoy murmured against Harry's shoulder as he woke.
"Nearly seven," Harry answered. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. Don't worry about me. It's you that you ought to be worrying about." Malfoy lifted his head and blinked in surprise. "It's snowing."
"It started when you were sleeping. I haven't been able to get rid of it, yet." Actually, Harry had stopped trying after the third failed attempt. He sort of liked the idea of it snowing indoors anyway, and Malfoy looked absolutely enchanting with the powdery drift glinting in his hair.
"I haven't done this in years," Malfoy admitted, blushing. "At least it's snow and not rain."
"You used to do this often?"
"When Severus and I lived�"
"In Whitefield Park?"
Malfoy smirked. "Pansy's been running her big mouth, I see. She was always such an awful gossip."
"Yes, Pansy visited me in the hospital. She seemed to know that I didn't have much of an appetite. I wonder why the hospital Flooed her about that, though."
"They didn't. They Flooed me. I was put down as your next of kin when Parkinson took you and� took you to St. Mungo's when he finished up."
Harry scowled. "I didn't know the Death Eaters had ambulatory service now. Is this for anything short of murder, or do they also deliver to the morgue?" Malfoy shrugged. "I want to talk to you about that night."
"I'm not a Healer. I can't help you handle your trauma."
"I'm not traumatized. If I was, I would have killed you by now." Malfoy looked at him curiously and Harry glowered at him. "Don't play ignorant. You know what happened. You know that the Death Eaters destroyed Hogsmeade beyond repair � broke Hogwarts' bloody wards, even, and terrorized the students � you know that it was only a diversion from what they were doing in the Ministry! Don't pretend like you don't know!"
Malfoy ducked his head against Harry's shoulder, pressing against him and turning his face away as if contrite. Harry held him closer on reflex, but he didn't buy into Malfoy's guilt-ridden act.
"Because they used Mordred's Star to do it," he whined. Something wet seeped into Harry's shirt. For a moment Harry thought that Malfoy had drooled on him, but he belatedly realized that they were tears � phony, mocking tears. "You were supposed to be in the Ministry," he said, sniffling. "I had Shacklebolt tell you about the attack in Hogsmeade so that you would leave before the Ministry came under attack. Voldemort would have�"
Harry twisted his fist in Malfoy's hair and yanked back so that Malfoy looked him in the eye. "How touching that you were so worried about me, Malfoy, but that is not how you know what happened in Hogsmeade." Malfoy continued sniffing pitiably and he started to tremble. "Is it?"
"Harry," he whined. "I don't know what you want from me. Severus told me what they had planned, so I gave him Mordred's Star�"
"NO;" Harry snapped. "You know because you were there. Weren't you, Lucius?" The tears and tremors stopped immediately, and Malfoy cocked his head, his expression going from contrite to curious.
"How did you figure it out?"
"You think that after all this time I don't know you, Malfoy?" Harry replied, relinquishing his grip in Malfoy's hair. "Don't fool yourself. Your hair is paler than your father's, eyes lighter, build slighter, height shorter. There is much of your father in you, I will admit that, but there is also a great deal of your mother in you. I can see how much you look like her, since I know what to look for � pointy chin, narrow nose, slight cheekbones. Besides, your father would have bitch slapped Snape with his cane if Snape talked to him like that."
"I'm surprised you're here with me, then," Malfoy replied, snuggling against Harry once more. "After what my father did to your dear friend�."
"It didn't escape my notice that you were told to kill her, yet did not."
"How many times must I remind you that I am not a murderer?"
"What you did to her�. There are worse fates than death." Malfoy clutched him. "She woke up yesterday. I got to sit with her a little�. She's in a really bad way."
"I know."
Harry scoffed, clinging to Malfoy as much as Malfoy clung to him. "Of course you know. You did it to her � you� you stole her magic away." Malfoy did not speak. Harry's grip around his waist grew tighter and tighter until Malfoy whimpered and squirmed. "How could you do something like that? After what I did to spare you the same fate�?"
"You will not like my reasoning," Malfoy admitted, "and it is best if I do not share it with you. What is done is done. You should leave it at that, for your own sanity. You've still got to live with me, Harry."
"Merlin! Do you think I don't know that? I'm trying, Malfoy, but you're not giving me any leeway � whatever happened to following wherever I lead you?"
"The operative word in my oath is lead. You have to take the initiative and guide me where you want me to go. That is how this works. Don't delude yourself and think I'll follow wherever you wander along. I am not one of your dopey-eyed fans."
"You're not much of a companion or lover, either." Malfoy smirked against Harry's neck. Harry tried to ignore the feel of it. "Is it possible to� undo what you did?"
"Even magic cannot fix everything. That is the first lesson my father taught me: once you die, you are dead."
"She doesn't deserve what you did to her. Please � please don't make me choose you over her. I can't do that."
"You have already done it. For you I reserve my fealty, forsaking all other duties in the name of your claim. That is not an oath to take lightly, Harry. I warned you of that." Harry closed his eyes. His world crumbled around him, and Malfoy danced over the ruins.
"There is one way," Malfoy said after a moment. "I'll tell you about it, if you stop feeling sorry for yourself."
"What does it entail?"
"An exchange � one injury for another. I can give her magic back to her if I take something else of equal or greater value. If being a witch is the most important thing to her�. Though, I can't see how it would be. She is a Muggle, after all."
"Do it."
"You might want to consider your friend's opinion on the matter. Unless this is just to assuage your own guilt. Then we can plow right ahead." Before Harry could respond, Malfoy perked his head up. "Oh, look! It's stopped snowing! Let's go drop snowballs down the House Elves' backs."
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