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Fate	By : silverdragon4736 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4778 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 6

With an uncanny sense of acceptance, Draco waited to die.

Suddenly, Potter's big arms clamped tightly around him as they fell. He twisted in midair, his body protecting Draco's.

Just below the cliff, the hill sloped, and they slammed into it so hard that both of them grunted; then they rolled together, and went down over grass and dirt.

Sharp rocks scraped and gouged Draco and must have done the same to Potter's arms, which were still wrapped protectively around the blonde. Draco could feel him try to take the burnt of the battering, trying to keep his body between him and the slick hillside. Shale splintered and scattered with them as they slid until they splashed to a stop in a shallow river.

The water was freezing.

Head dripping, Potter came up coughing. "Bloody hell Malfoy! Can you do nothing without throwing your whole body into it?"

Draco sat for only the time it took to blink, then pulled out his dagger and flew at the ex-Gryffindor, water splattering with him. "No, I can't! Watch this!" And he hit Potter with his whole body to prove a point.

Potter fell back with another splash, Draco straddled his chest and placed the dagger on Potter's neck. Green eyes opened and looked up at him, the gaze moving from Draco's face to the dagger poised once again on his neck. The blonde grinned down at him.

Draco had him.

After a moment during which the idiot appeared to be fighting back a laugh, he said, "Seriously, Malfoy, we have to stop meeting like this."

Draco was confused for a few seconds before he remembered the last time they'd been in this same position. Under the tree. "You were awake!"

Potter flipped Draco onto his back so swiftly Draco lost his breath.

Stunned, he stared up at Potter, his body pinned between the black haired man's splayed thighs, his hands gripping Draco's wrist so tightly above his head that the dagger plopped uselessly into the trickling water.

"Yeah, Malfoy. I was." Potter said grinning down at him.

Malfoy's knees battered Harry's lower back, and the blonde twisted upward trying to unseat him.

Harry tightened his thighs, holding Malfoy more firmly and pinned his struggling wrists. The blonde head jerked from side to side causing water to spray up with each motion. Malfoy fought wildly, until his breath came in exhausted pants and his chest heaved.

Harry could read the panic in his face and feel the rapid beat of his pulse. Those desperate silver eyes left his face and turned toward escarpment. He was looking for help.

In the distance, the weak wail of a bagpipe could be heard. His fellow band of Slytherin thieves had no idea that they were gone.

Harry watched the play of emotions upon his face.

"Go on." Malfoy's chin went up. "Do it." He said in an emotional rasp. Mercury eyes closed a sigh escaping his lips. Then his whole body went surprisingly limp.

Harry knelt there, watching Malfoy, confused.

The blonde held his breath for a long time, eyes still closed. He turned his head away, then exhaled dramatically. "I'm ready." Malfoy took another deep breath and lay there very still. After another minute of silence, one silver eye opened, peering at Harry suspiciously. "What are you waiting for, Potter? Do it."

"Do what?"

"Beat me. Kill me. Take your pick. It's clear that I certainly have no say in the matter." Malfoy shut his eyes and flopped his head back in the most dramatic gesture of submission Harry had ever witnessed.

"Ah, yes." Harry said trying to hold back a smile. "I'd forgotten." He just let the silence drag on.

"What the bleeding hell are you waiting for, Potter?!"

There was that mouth again. Harry nodded, then cocked his head thoughtfully. "There are other alternatives."

Harry felt the body under him stiffen. Grey eyes looked at him, his face no longer so fierce.

"I could take you back to the ministry."

Harry could see the silver eyes grew big and molten—trying not to let his fear show. After a beat, the blonde thrashed, squirmed and wiggled with new vigor. He decided Malfoy had enough teasing and released one wrist. Then Harry quickly snatched the other up the fallen dirk before he could beat him to it.

Dirk in hand, Harry turned back toward him.

Malfoy screamed loud enough to crack heaven.

Harry sat on him to keep him from squirming away. "Hold still!"

"NO! GET OFF!"

"Damn it, Malfoy! Stop moving!" Harry gripped his flailing wrists just as a knee rapped his back hard. "I'm not taking you to the ministry!"

A second later Malfoy stilled, looking up at him with a bewildered expression. "You're not?"

Harry stood up and looked down at him, holding out a hand. "No, I'm not."

Stubborn to the last, Malfoy ignored his outstretched hand and scrambled to his feet on his own. He rammed his shoulders back and struck his chin up high. "I was right then Potter. You are a coward."

Harry counted to ten, slowly, very slowly. Finally, he looked up the hillside, searching for the best path back to the top. The sound of splashing water came from behind Harry. He turned.

Malfoy stood there wringing out his sodden robes. His blonde hair hung damply framing his face, and his robes clung to his slender body.

Harry watched him twist the water from his clothing. Malfoy wrung out each section of fabric with the same zeal Harry would have liked to use to wring his stubborn neck. Malfoy didn't look up, didn't acknowledge him, yet Harry knew that Malfoy was aware that he was watching him. Harry turned back and eyed the hillside again.

"What are you going to do with me, Potter?"

Malfoy had purposely waited until he turned to start speaking. Harry sought more patience—something that was running thin. He turned. "What do you think I should do with you?"

"I don't know, Potter. It's why I asked." Malfoy said rolling his silver eyes.

Harry leaned back against the rock face and eyed the blonde. "What would you say if I choose to remain your captive?"

Malfoy gaped at him, then quickly recovered his surprise. "I'd say you're a coward and an idiot. Well, a bigger idiot than I thought." With a narrow-eyed look of suspicion, he asked, "Why would you do that?"

"I want to help you." Harry turned his back to him.

Malfoy snorted. "Not bloody likely. You probably just want to spy on us. Or I suppose it could really just be plain stupidity. After all, one can never underestimate the idiocy of a Gryffindor."

Harry counted to fifty this time and surveyed the hillside.

After a few more too quiet moments, Malfoy said, "I don't believe you."

Harry ignored him and stepped back so he could better see the face of the cliff.

"What are you looking for?"

"A way back up to the road."

Malfoy followed Harry's gaze to the steep hillside covered with slick rock. The mist was slowly dropping and wisps of fog hovered near the top of the cliffs. "They'll come back." Malfoy said with confidence Harry didn't feel.

Harry headed for a small break in the rock. "Come this way."

"I think this way is better." Malfoy said, and moved in the other direction because, of course, Malfoy always had to be contrary.

Harry turned and grabbed him by the shoulder. He nodded in his direction. "This way."

"But this way looks easier." Malfoy argued.

Harry ground his teeth together. It kept him from killing Malfoy.

Malfoy tightened his jaw and lifted his chin in defiance.

Harry has had enough. In one swift movement, he picked Malfoy up, ignoring his yelp of protest. Harry set the blonde on the ground directly in front of him, turned Malfoy around so he was facing the right direction, and said, "Walk."

Malfoy scowled at him over a shoulder, then foolishly opened his mouth to argue.

"Now!" Harry barked, leaning over him and using his size to try to intimidate him.

Malfoy glared at him, muttering something about fools and brutes that made Harry itch to toss Malfoy back into the river, but Malfoy walked toward the path Harry had found. They traveled about ten yards and hit a section of sheer rock.

"So now what, oh great prat?" Malfoy's tone said in a tone that dripped of I told you so.

Harry counted to a hundred this time, then scanned the hillside for an alternative route. He didn't like Malfoy's smug smirk, and liked his casual humming even less. When Malfoy began to mutter about hardheaded black haired ex- Gryffindor idiots in a not-so-low voice, Harry wondered why Malfoy was ever gifted with speech.

"Come here." Harry said.

"Why?"

"Because I told you to."

"I don't wish to." Malfoy crossed his arms and stood there.

"But I wish you to. Now."

"No."

Harry saw red and took a long step toward him.

Malfoy wisely balked no more than a second longer then slowly took a few steps toward him muttering, "I'm coming, you brute."

A long hour and many many arguments later, during which Draco Malfoy luckily escaped with his neck intact, they reached that narrow road and both sat back down, waiting for Malfoy's band of thieves to come back for them.

There was no sign of returning carriages—no dust cloud above the road, no jangle of harnesses, no thud of hooves, and most telling of all, no bellowing bagpipes. Nothing.

"They'll be coming soon." Malfoy said for the tenth time.

The minutes moved like glaciers. Malfoy took to drawing circles in the dirt with a twig he found. Harry took to pacing.

"You'd have thought they'd have noticed we were gone when the song ended."

Malfoy looked away.

Harry looked down at him. "How long is that song?"

After a pause, Malfoy replied, "If Pansy can get through the entire thing with no mistakes, perhaps ten minutes."

"And if not?"

"She always starts from the beginning."

Harry groaned, then sat down next to Malfoy on the hard ground.

Malfoy scooted over, scowling at him.

Harry stretched his long legs out and rested his arms atop his knees. "It's going to be a long wait then."

"You're wrong, Potter. They'll be back."

It was sunset when Harry finally stood again. He dusted himself off and, without a word, started to walk up the road in the direction the carriages have gone.

"Where are you going?" Malfoy called out.

Harry ignored him.

"Potter!"

Harry kept on walking.

"You're my captive! Remember? You can't just up and leave!"

It wasn't long before he heard the sound of Malfoy's running feet. Harry grinned and lengthened his stride.

Malfoy scurried up to him, grumbling.

Harry looked down at him. "Learned your lesson, did you?"

Malfoy's mouth thinned and his eyes narrowed to a frosty glare. He looked straight ahead and made a fierce attempt to match Harry's pace. Malfoy's arms pumped and his feet scurried but never once did he lower his determined chin. Harry caught Malfoy's covert glance just before the blonde said, "You couldn't ever teach me anything Potter."

"Oh, I could teach you something, Malfoy."

"No doubt some inspiring tidbit." Malfoy paused, which put him a few steps behind Harry.

Harry could hear him running to catch up.

Malfoy rushed by him and stuck his chin up, still staring straight ahead. "Perhaps you can instruct me on how to avoid an ambush."

"Perhaps I can teach you to land where you aim."

Malfoy spun around, the ragged damp robe whirling about him. Harry caught his flying fist in one hand before it hit his chin.

Harry held it tightly and looked down at Malfoy, patience gone.

Silver eyes glared at him. Malfoy's chin raised a notch and then he tried to punch Harry with the other fist.

Harry ducked under his fist and at the same time flung Malfoy over a shoulder, pinning his flailing legs with one arm.

"Perhaps, Malfoy," Harry shouted over the squeals of protests, "this will teach you when I've had enough."

Harry kept on walking, one arm clamped across the back of Malfoy's thighs. He ignored the blonde's struggles, ignored Malfoy's fists beating at his back and did his best to ignore that mouth.

TBC
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