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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: Thanks again to Lori for the beta on this! Any and all remaining mistakes are my own. Much love to you all! Hope you in enjoy this chapter!

"My Lord." Charlie bowed with perfect reverence, and Draco knelt submissively behind him. Straightening his back, Charlie continued, "I feel that the servant you have, so graciously, gifted me with, requires a rather firm hand."

"Go on." The Dark Lord barely raised his eyes from the snake curled in his lap.

Draco had coached Charlie on how he should address the maniac, and he was hoping Charlie would follow his instructions.

"He has quite a problem with keeping his mouth shut." Charlie shot Draco a look of disdain, that he could barely see with his head tilted downward.

"Hm." The Dark Lord gently shooed Nagini from his lap, and rose gracefully from his chair.

Keeping his eyes cast downward, Draco could hear each footfall as he walked closer. When bare, slightly dirty feet came into view, Draco's heart lurched and his lungs refused to expand. Long, cool fingers carded deceptively softly through Draco's hair, and his body shuddered.

He is on his knees. The floor is grimy and rough beneath him. The heat of the room does nothing to relieve the coldness running through him. The fingers resting on this cheek tighten into a firm grip, and his face is jerked upward. The long, uncut penis he is presented with is leaking generously, and it turns his stomach. He's commanded to open his mouth. He complies, and he chokes back a sob as the head is forced between his lips. Bitter, disgusting fluid drips onto his tongue, and he gags. Laughter rings through the room, as his mouth and throat are invaded repeatedly.

Draco screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to deny the memories assaulting him. But, his hair was tugged harshly, and his eyes popped open automatically. The man was ugly and vile, and his red eyes seemed to drill directly into Draco's brain. Draco was prepared for it. He and Charlie had played out a few scenarios that Draco could toss to the forefront of his mind, should the Dark Lord pry.

Seemingly satisfied with his findings, but not with Draco's petulant behavior, the Dark Lord addressed Charlie.

"You may take him to the dungeon. You will find everything you need there." Waving his hand, he dismissed them, and Draco scurried after Charlie, anxious to get away.

They didn't speak as Draco led Charlie downstairs. Draco was trying to maintain his cool exterior. He kept remembering how it felt to be held down, trapped, violated by the Dark Lord. He felt a tear streak down his cheek, and decided it was better to wipe it away, than be seen with evidence of his emotions on his face.

As he pushed the squeaky door leading into the dungeons open, he hastily swiped the incriminating wetness away, and felt Charlie's hand rub soothingly over his lower back.

The dungeon was considerably cooler, and it caused them both to shiver a little. While the upkeep of the rest of the Manor had once been immaculate, the dungeon had always been a bit neglected, and the smell of mold was thick in the damp air. The ceiling hung low, giving the impression of a small, tight space, even though the dungeon stretched far and wide. The rock walls looked gritty, and Draco kept his hands close to his body, so as not to touch anything.

Charlie stepped in front, to make sure there were no Death Eaters present, then he turned back toward Draco. He studied Draco's face, and Draco kept all traces of his turmoil locked away. It didn't matter, without even the use of legilimency, Charlie could see into his soul. Or, that was how Draco felt, as the door was closed behind them, and he was pulled into Charlie's comforting embrace.

"I hated letting him touch you." Charlie whispered. Draco's fingers scrabbled at Charlie's sides, as Charlie pulled him tighter against his chest. The hug grounded Draco somewhat, and Charlie's deep - if slightly uneven - breaths forced a sense of calm and clarity into Draco's troubled thoughts.

"It was necessary." His voice was muffled by the fabric of Charlie's shirt.

"Doesn't mean I had to like it." Charlie squeezed Draco tight one more time, before releasing him.

Back to business, Charlie asked, "Where is the tunnel?"

Draco inclined his head to the left, indicating a heavy wooden door built into the stone wall.

"The separate room is used for storage. It was the perfect place to hide it."

Charlie nodded, and approached the door warily. He waved his wand slowly around the frame, and smiled as he slid it back into the waistband of his trousers.

"Not even a locking charm in place."

As Charlie twisted the doorknob, Draco began to become a bit antsy. Once the tunnel was open, they'd have to run for it. He didn't know if his father would sense their departure, but they could take no chances. Was he really going to do this? Could he really run away from his home, his family? When Charlie reached behind him for Draco's hand, as he tread cautiously over the thresh hold, Draco put his faith entirely in the other man, and wove their fingers together. He could, and would do this. Charlie would keep him safe, he knew it more surely than he'd ever known anything.

"Leaving so soon, Mister Weasley?" The silky voice slid over Draco's skin, and chilled him to his core.

Charlie turned, and regarded the figure in black with a fake congenial expression.

"Professor Snape. You're looking… rather haggard. I'm not sure that betrayal suits you."

Ignoring Charlie's jibe, Snape turned his attention to Draco. Draco had an insane desire to hide behind Charlie under the scrutiny of Snape's piercing gaze.

"You will not find your freedom in here."

Charlie, fearing an underlying threat in the words, did pull Draco behind him then. Draco's heart did funny things because of Charlie's protective stance.

"I suppose you're here to stop us?" There was condemnation in Charlie's voice, as if Snape were guilty of so much more than simply trying to hold them hostage. Draco supposed he was, he had killed Dumbledore. Obviously, Charlie was aware of that.

Snape turned his penetrating glare back to Charlie, "No. I am here to inform young Malfoy that his father has informed the Dark Lord of the existence of this tunnel. It has been warded to prevent escape, and if you try, they will know immediately."

Draco could hardly believe what he'd heard. But, Snape had never lied to him before. His father, on the other hand… Yes, it was quite likely that his father had sold Draco out to save his own skin. The man had been intentionally aloof lately, and hardly deigned to glance in Draco's direction. As far as Lucius was concerned, Draco was the reason for their fall from the Dark Lord's grace. Still, it hurt to know that his father had denied him his only means of escape - possibly his only means of survival.

"And why should we believe anything you say?" Charlie pushed Draco further behind him, putting his entire bulk between the younger man and his godfather.

"You do not have to. Draco, however, knows I have only ever considered what is best for him. Getting out of here, preferably months ago, is what is best for him. If you intend to do that, and keep him safe once he's away from here, then I will allow you to take him."

Charlie bristled at the idea that he needed Snape's permission to save Draco.

"I don't need your permission to leave with him." Charlie said, through gritted teeth.

"No, but you will need my assistance. If one person could so easily remove him, I would have done so long ago. It will take all three of us, and for us to succeed, you, Charlie Weasley, will have to take the Dark Mark."

Charlie's grip on Draco's hand became almost painful, but Draco held fast. If what Snape was saying was true, they were in far deeper than either of them had known. There had to be another way. Draco would not allow Charlie to be marked because of him.

"No!"

As Draco stepped forward to face the intimidating man, Charlie tried to keep him safely shielded. While it was nice - and Draco very much enjoyed this side of Charlie - it wasn't necessary.

Draco patted Charlie's arm with his free hand, but kept their connection.

"It's okay, Charlie. He isn't a threat to me." He looked to Snape for confirmation on that assessment, and Snape shook his head.

"Maybe not before, but-" Charlie's frantic plea was cut short by Snape.

"I am not threatening him now. I am not asking you to sign over rights to your first born son, Weasley. I am simply asking you to trust me with the life of my godson. I have, after all, been keeping him safe for years."

Draco hadn't witnessed such a furious look on Charlie's face before, "Safe, huh? You call being…" Draco cringed, knowing the word Charlie was going to use, and Charlie backpedaled a little to spare him. "You let that lunatic hurt him in ways you can't imagine, you think that's 'keeping him safe'?"

Snape rarely raised his voice, but he did now, "Ways I can't imagine? Do not fool yourself, Weasley, any of us who came to him 'pure' where defiled in the most despicable ways. I was no exception. I know exactly what Draco has suffered, and I will live with that knowledge for the remainder of my life. However, it was unavoidable. I could not get him out of here on my own, nor could I keep him safe if I did. Now, you quite obviously have made Draco your charity case, Merlin knows, that is the only way any of you would step down from your pedestals and sully yourselves with the affairs of Death Eaters. Since you seem determined to save him, I am offering my assistance. I will understand if the price is too high-"

"There's no price too high." It was said with such sincerity, that even Snape gasped at Charlie's fervor.

"I see." And, Snape was looking at Charlie as if there was suddenly something, aside from Charlie's inane desire to protect, to consider.

"Do you?"

Draco wasn't sure exactly what had been admitted, or what was passing between them, but Charlie visibly relaxed.

"Okay. So, the only thing I'm lacking that will get us away from him, is a tattoo? Well, I have plenty of those, I think I can handle another." Draco was opening his mouth to explain just why the Dark Mark was nothing like a normal tattoo, when Snape spoke again.

"Yes, I think you can." There was an odd hint of approval in the man's voice, and Draco was in awe. What had Snape seen in Charlie to warrant this sudden, respectful attitude?

"And once I'm inked, what then?"

"I will find you. I need you to be ready to run at all times. When I come for you, it will be time. You will have to be prepared to follow my instructions exactly, if we are to succeed. Do you understand?"

Charlie, looking only a little defeated, nodded.

"Good. You might want to rough him up a bit before you go back upstairs. I think you will be able to get away with a glamour. The Dark Lord will have no reason to doubt what he sees." With that, Snape was gone, in a swirl of black robes.

Draco was unsure of what to say first, so he went with the most important, "You can't take the Dark Mark, Charlie. I won't let you do that. There has to be something else, something we're not considering."

Charlie let go of Draco's hand, and stepped back to aim his wand at Draco. Draco took a step back, in retreat, and Charlie lowered his arm quickly.

"I'm sorry. Shit, I know how that bothers you. I was just going to cast the spell for a glamour. You heard him, you will need to look properly… punished. Can't have him thinking I went easy on you." Charlie's lips quirked a bit, but his eyes were pained.

"Charlie, please listen to me, please."

"I'm going to cast the glamour now. Once we're back in our room, we'll talk."

Charlie raised his wand again, and Draco stood still while the spell took effect. He barely contained everything he wanted to say, as Charlie began leading them back upstairs.
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