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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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A/N: Beta'd by the fabulous Lori. Any and all remaining errors are mine. Hope you enjoy! The next two chapters are written, beta'd, and will be up soon! All my virtual love to those of you reading this, and virtual hugs and kisses to those of you who have taken time to review!

I almost kissed him. I almost fucking kissed him. What the bloody hell was I thinking? And what was that when we first woke up? Snuggling? Seriously? I still want to kiss him.

Thoughts swirled around Charlie's brain as he sat on the edge of the bed and waited for Draco to answer his question. When he finally did answer, Draco sounded breathless and puzzled.

"There is a tunnel in the dungeon. It goes just past the wards. My father had into magically installed during the first war. It was meant to be an escape route, should anything… undesirable take place. As far as I know, he's never told anyone of its existence. My father, my mother, and I are the only ones who know where it is or how to open it."

"You don't think the security wards Voldemort put in place extend to it?"

"Most certainly not. In order for him to ward the passage, he would have had to know the location of both ends. Of course, the anti-apparition wards work differently, and can encompass the entire property. So, we would have to physically walk past them. But, once we're out the other side, we would be free and clear."

Draco resumed his pacing, but he was moving slower, and glancing at Charlie every so often, as if he were trying to figure the other man out.

"You don't think he's ever picked the location out of your brain?'

Draco snorted, "Through legilimency? There's no way. He may be a bloody good legilimens, but Malfoys are excellent at occlumency. Seeing as how that knowledge is one of the very few things we shield from him, he thinks we are open books."

Charlie nodded.

"You should really consider leaving without me. The Dark Lord doesn't trust you yet, but he will soon, especially if your information on Potter is accurate. It won't much matter if he catches Potter or not, he'll see your value as a spy. Then, he'll open the wards to recognize you, and you'll be able to come and go. Of course, I recommend that you go and never look back."

Against his better judgment, Charlie stood and laid a gentle hand on Draco's arm to stop his pacing. The moment they touched, Charlie felt the familiar need to pull the other man closer, and hold him. It was the same feeling that had washed over him earlier. The feeling that had almost made him kiss the blonde. He ignored it the best he could, and focused on Draco.

"He'll let me leave, but he won't let me take you with me, right?"

Draco kept his eyes trained on the spot where Charlie was touching his arm.

"No, he won't. My father is trying to win back favor, but I never will - if I ever had it to begin with. The Dark Lord will only permit me to leave for my own funeral."

It was difficult for Charlie to keep his voice even and his grip less than bruising when he replied, "Or his."

Fighting with his desire to get closer, Charlie finally let his hand fall back to his side.

"But, we don't have to worry about that. We are out of here, tonight. Do you think we could get by with a 'tour' of the Manor?"

"There is a much easier way to make our trip to the dungeons believable." Charlie didn't quite like the way Draco's eyes darkened.

"How so?"

"The dungeon is used for its holding cells, but there are other things that happen down there." Draco shivered violently.

"What things?" Trying to keep his voice gentle, Charlie urged Draco to continue.

"If I were to… misbehave, I believe you would be allowed to punish me. Of course, there's always the chance…" Draco eased himself back down on the bed. He sat with his hands under his thighs, and dropped his head to stare at the ground.

"Chance of what?"

A loud, shaky sigh emitted from the weary man, and he continued, "Most of the time, if one of us needs to be punished, the Master is allowed to do so. But, every disobedience severe enough to warrant time in the dungeon, is brought before the Dark Lord; he sometimes chooses to carry out the punishment himself."

"So, what you're saying is that there's a small possibility you will end up alone with him, rather than the two of us escaping? No way. I'd much rather go with the tour option."

Draco shook his head and looked at Charlie as if he were crazy, "This isn't a bloody hotel, Charlie. If I try to show you around, not only will we likely be sent right back here, but they will become suspicious. The only reasonable way to do this is just like I said. I think that if the Dark Lord believes that I am truly scared of you, he will allow you to punish me."

They'd discuss methods in a moment; Charlie wasn't convinced he liked Draco's plan. But, there was something else that might cause them a problem.

"Do you know if they are holding anyone in the cells right now? If so, they'll have to go with us, at least to the outside. I wouldn't be able to leave anyone behind, and I think it best if no one else knows of that secret passage."

"No, there is no one being held right now, or at least not to my knowledge."

"Good."

"What offense shall we say I committed?"

"Draco, there is no need to take such risks. We will simply sneak down there."

Draco's sudden bark of laughter caught Charlie off guard. "You are absolutely insane if you think that would work. I will guarantee you that someone has our door in full view at all times."

"I won't let-"

"I am not a child; I can make decisions for myself. Besides, he's already done the worst he can do to me. You can bet he won't try that again, especially since he thinks you're in here shagging me rotten right now."

Charlie's face heated, because there was a little part of him that wished he was doing just that. It would be far more enjoyable than trying to plan an escape from the Death Eater infested Manor.

A knock at their door sounded through the room, startling both of them. Without a word, they sprang into action. In a matter of seconds, Charlie had dropped the silencing charm, pulled his shirt off, and tossed into the corner. As an afterthought, he thumbed open the button on his denims. Draco stripped quickly and leapt into the bed, pulling the covers up to his waist. If anyone had noticed the silencing charm, they would likely believe it had been in place to quiet their sounds of them having sex.

With one quick glance at the man on the bed, Charlie opened the door.

"Wealsey, the Dark Lord wishes to see you, now." McNair gave Charlie a perfunctory once over, before turning his beady eyes to Draco. Charlie did not care for the lust that leaped onto the man's face when he gazed at the blonde.

Careful to remain calm, Charlie quickly fetched his shirt. He cast a spell to tie Draco to the bed, but only as a cover for the protection and warning spells he settled over the bed and it's inhabitant.

Giving Draco a reassuring look, Charlie followed McNair out of the room.

Voldemort was waiting for them in the dining room, and motioned for Charlie to take a seat to his left. After showing Charlie to his master, McNair disappeared.

"Well, Weasley, the boy was exactly where you said he would be."

Charlie hid his panic well, but he was worried for Harry. He'd hoped to be out of there before Voldemort's minions checked Charlie's information. He hated putting Harry in danger, and the thought the he might have been hurt, captured, or worse was enough to have Charlie in a cold sweat.

"Were you able to get him?" He hoped he sounded anxious for Harry's demise, because he could hardly hear himself over the buzzing in his ears. If Harry had been hurt…

"No, and the appropriate people are being punished. But, I would rather discuss your marking ceremony."

"My-"

"You see, Weasley, I can appreciate what you have done. However, I cannot just allow anyone to traipse in here. There is a price to pay for a spot in my family, and you will pay it just as the others have. Once you have taken the mark, you will be allowed to leave the premises. We will also discuss how you might be of further use to me."

"Further use?"

"Yes, am I correct in assuming that no one is aware of the fact that you have changed sides in this war?"

"Yes." He knew he'd be expected to act as a spy. But, he hadn't realized that he'd be expected to take the mark.

"Very well. You will report to the sitting room this afternoon. I will send someone to retrieve you when I am ready."

Charlie felt a tingling sensation at the base of his skull, and knew he had to get back to Draco as quickly as possible.

"Yes, my Lord." He hoped that his easy and willing submission was believable.

"Very well, I trust you can find your way back?"

"Yes." Bowing his head one last time, Charlie rose slowly from the chair, and manage to keep a steady stride until he was out of sight. Once he was sure Voldemort could no longer see him, he practically ran up the stairs and burst into the room.

McNair was there, he was almost naked and eyeing a trembling Draco. He was wearing a lecherous grin. Charlie wanted to murder the bastard, but knew that wouldn't be well received.

As McNair turned at the sound of the opening door, Charlie cast a full body bind and quickly grabbed the man by his hair. Leaning down, he growled directly into the man's face.

"He is mine, and I do not share. Understood?" Without waiting for an answer, since McNair wouldn't be able to speak anyway, Charlie tossed the man and his clothing out the door. As an afterthought, he released the man from the bind, as he slammed the door.

Charlie recast the silencing spell on the room, and locked the door. A locked door didn't mean much in a house full of wizards, but it made him feel slightly better.

"Thanks." Draco was still shivering with fear, but his voice was almost steady.

"Are you alright?" Countering the spells he'd cast over Draco, Charlie sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress, and laid his hand on Draco's calf.

"Yes, he didn't… I mean, I knew he couldn't hurt me; I felt the spells you cast before you left. It was just unnerving to be tied here, with him looming over me like that." Charlie nodded, and rubbed soothingly up and down Draco's leg.

"Really, are all the men here gay? Because, in my experience, most men really are completely straight. I've had a few black eyes that were testament to the general straightness of the male, wizard population."

As he'd hoped, Draco chuckled. "No, they aren't. But, McNair will fuck anything, literally anything."

Charlie didn't ask Draco to expound on that, he wasn't sure he wanted to know.

"Well, we seriously need to get out of here as quickly as possible, so we won't have to worry about him much longer."

"What did the Dark Lord want with you?" Draco asked. Charlie noticed him rubbing at the wrist that had been tied to the bed.

"Was it too tight? Merlin, Draco, I'm sorry, I thought I'd left you enough slack." Charlie pulled the reddened flesh into his lap and healed it with a whisper and a wave of his wand.

"No, it wasn't you, I just… I got a little anxious when he came in, and I must have pulled too hard. But, please, stop fussing over me, and tell me what happened out there."

Charlie massaged the - blessedly - unmarred skin of Draco's left arm, as he relayed his conversation with Voldemort. With every word, Draco became more restless and agitated.

"We have to do it, Charlie. We need to get to the dungeon without causing suspicion. So, you just drag me out of here, making a fuss about… Oh! Father is always complaining of my mouthy tendencies, that could work. That way, we won't have to come up with anything specific, and it's enough to get us down there!"

The younger man's face lit up with excitement, but Charlie was feeling none of it.

"And if Voldemort decides to carry out your punishment?"

"For that? I really don't think he'd bother himself with it."

"But we can't be sure."

Draco laughed again, but it was a cold and held not even a trace of the humor of his last laugh.

"You can never be sure of anything, Charlie. That's life."
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