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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29138 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Are we done for now

Or is this for good

Will there be something in time?

With us there should

Only boy for me is you

There can be no other one

If I didn't have faith

I would come undone

Harry stepped through the doorway and found himself back on the second floor landing where Lucius has accosted him earlier; as the door closed behind him, he heard the clock chime eleven once again, so he knew that he still had two hours left to solve the labyrinth. Looking around, he saw that the single door he noticed earlier was still there, and it was the only door in sight. The door was bright red with a golden handle and the image of a golden snitch etched into the frame. With no other options available, Harry opened the door and stepped into a stone maze.

"Really?" Harry cried, "Another maze? I thought I was finished with the labyrinth part of this!" He glared at the stone wall in front of him before choosing a path at random. As he walked, Harry pulled one of the black markers out of his pocket and drew small arrows every fifteen feet or so, insuring that he wouldn't be walking around in circles. The stone maze was eerily silent, the only sound being the echo of Harry's footsteps as he traversed the path, so Harry used the time to think.

Lucius Malfoy, Harry decided, was the dirtiest, sneakiest Death Eater in Voldemort's employ; he was beyond angry at the elder Malfoy for using his friends to force Harry to capitulate to Lucius' wishes, and promised himself that he would find a way to get revenge. Harry sighed; he had finally decided that he would stay in the realm after solving the labyrinth, and then Lucius had come along and shot that plan all to hell. Yes, Harry nodded, he really did hate Draco's father; Lucius was near the top of his list, along with Voldemort, Bellatrix Lestrange, Dumbledore, and the Dursley's. Now, if Harry solved the labyrinth he would not only be forbidden from coming back to the goblin realm, but he would lose all his memories of what transpired; he really didn't want to go back to fighting with Draco all the time, not after he finally got to see another side to the Slytherin. Of course, Harry knew that he could always give up on the labyrinth, but that didn't sit well with his Gryffindor mentality; Harry just couldn't give up without a fight, no matter the circumstances. Plus, just because he was starting to like Draco that didn't necessarily mean he could trust the blonde; if he failed to solve the labyrinth Draco would have enormous power over him and the blonde was definitely Slytherin enough to take advantage of it-the only question was what Draco would use that power for.

Harry continued walking, contemplating his options, and eventually noticed something sparkling on the ground; he vaguely recognized that there were gemstones embedded in the path. The gems glowed softly, illuminating Harry's way, and he followed them without making a conscious decision. Harry was so lost in thought that he was basically in a trance, blindly following the path embedded with gemstones and not even noticing the many side paths that we walked by. As he walked, Harry's mind eventually wandered from thoughts of Draco and began to focus on the glowing gems beneath his feet until all he could think of was finding more precious stones, all thoughts of the labyrinth forgotten…

Draco smirked as he watched Harry make his way through the stone maze; the gemstones lining the path were imbued with a subtle spell that was activated when the person walking the path was distracted.

'Hmm, Harry must be thinking very hard about something,' Draco mused, 'It didn't take long at all for him to succumb to the spell; the way things are going he'll be stuck on that path the entire time I'm confined here. I wonder what he's thinking about…' Draco laughed out loud when Harry unknowingly began walking in a circle; now that he was caught in the trap it would take some sort of outside influence to bring him out of the trance. The blonde boy snapped his fingers, and a goblin appeared. He ordered it to bring him some wine and, as an afterthought, to find Narcissa and tell her about Lucius' interference; Harry would most likely be stuck on the path for the entire hour, but that didn't mean Draco was prepared to just sit around in this depressing dungeon if he could get out of it. As he waited for the goblin to return he made a mental note to have the dungeons re-decorated; as they were right now they were dull enough to make even the sanest person contemplate suicide. Draco found some parchment and a quill and began brainstorming color schemes; they had fifteen dungeon suites that were generally used to confine subjects who made a public nuisance of themselves or to hide friends in need of sanctuary, and Draco wanted to give each room its own design.

He had been locked in the dungeons for about 45 minutes when the door opened and Narcissa stepped in.

"I'm sorry it took so long Dragon," Narcissa said, "I was having tea at the manor and I just received your message; what exactly happened?"

"Father forced Harry to give up his right to stay here if he solved the labyrinth, and he is also going to force me to agree to a betrothal before the sun rises in the realm," Draco didn't waste any time but got right to the point, "After I sent Harry back to finish the labyrinth, Luna to her rooms, and the Gryffindor's back to the other realm I made the mistake of speaking out loud about my feelings regarding Father's actions, and he locked me in here. By the way, this color scheme is horrible; here are some ideas I had for redecorating."

"Of course Dear," Narcissa smiled as she took the list, then she frowned thoughtfully, "As for your father, while I disagree with what he did, he hasn't really interfered with the labyrinth challenge, so he can't be punished for that…"

"But he also swore not to interfere with Harry's fate," Draco pointed out to his mother, "and by taking away his choice, he is interfering in his fate after completion of the labyrinth. Also, he is planning to kill Harry or turn him over to the Dark Lord as soon as Harry is back in the other realm."

"This is not good," Narcissa said, "I always hoped that your father would come back around; that he would see the Dark Lord for the monster that he is, but it looks like that will never happen." Narcissa sighed before shaking her head to clear it. "Well, now we have to deal with the situation; I have an idea on how to deal with Lucius, but it will have to wait until the thirteen hours are over." She looked over at the viewing screen and smiled at the sight of Harry walking in circles, "It was well thought out to place that obstacle in front of him."

"Not really," Draco laughed, "Harry always seems to be thinking of multiple things at once; I knew he would most likely be distracted after out talk with Father, so I made a quick change to the obstacle-it worked even better than I had anticipated."

"Well, it looks like you may win regardless of your Father's involvement," Narcissa said, "Why don't you go focus on Harry and I will work out the punishment for your father; I will see you in a couple of hours Dragon."

"Yes, Mother; thank you," he gave his mother a kiss on the cheek before leaving the dungeon and heading up to his bedroom; they were almost down to the last hour, which meant it was time for Draco to prepare for the final confrontation. The blonde had no doubt that this battle of wills between Harry and himself would continue until the last possible moment; he could sense that Harry was beginning to open up to him, but he knew the brunette's Gryffindor pride wouldn't allow him to just give in. Draco smirked to himself; Harry may be determined to win the labyrinth, but that didn't mean the Slytherin was going to make it easy for him to walk away. No, he was going to seduce the reluctant Gryffindor and ensure that Harry stayed with him.

The clock began to chime twelve and Draco headed to his bathroom, shedding his clothes on the way; if he was going to seduce Harry he needed to start getting ready. He grabbed a clean washcloth then stepped into the frosted shower stall and turned the water on; it heated to the right temperature instantaneously, and Draco just stood there for a moment, tilting his head back and closing his eyes to enjoy the warm water streaming down. Reaching out blindly he felt around until he grabbed his vanilla-scented body wash and poured some out, working it into a lather in his hands. Leaning against the shower wall he wrapped one hand around his cock and began slowly stroking it, imaging that the hand touching him belonged to a certain brunette. He recalled the way Harry looked when he had kissed him back in the oubliette, dark hair even wilder than usual, a blush staining his cheeks, and those impossibly bright emerald eyes glassed over…Draco's hand moved faster over his erection as he used his other hand to massage his balls, and he pictured Harry kneeling in front of him, taking his cock in his mouth and-

"Oh Merlin; Harry!" Draco cried as he came, slamming his head back into the tile wall. He stood under the warm water for a few moments to get his harsh breathing under control; as he grabbed his washcloth and finished his shower, Draco's thoughts remained on Harry and finding a way to keep the Gryffindor with him…

Such promise in your eyes

Seems that only I can see

It always makes me wonder

If you save it all for me

Maybe you do

Maybe you don't

Maybe you should

Probably you won't...

Almost an hour had passed and Harry was still walking the stone path, his thoughts now completely focused on the brightly covered stones before him. Somewhere in the back of his mind Harry knew there was something he was supposed to be doing, but every time he tried to focus on that thought it drifted away as his attention was once more caught by a sparkling gem. Distantly Harry heard the chime of a clock, and it brought a flash of memory, something about thirteen hours… He focused on the sound of the invisible clock counting the hour and more flashes came back to him…a blonde boy bathed in moonlight…a fantastical landscape…angry vines being transformed into purple sparkly scarfs by a blonde girl…kissing a blonde boy in a dark cavern…being given a necklace by the same blonde boy…the necklace!

Harry fumbled with his clothing until he pulled an amulet out from under his shirt; he clasped the stone tightly in his hand as the clock finished striking twelve, and finally managed to break out of the trance. Blinking slowly Harry looked around and saw that he was walking along a circular path embedded with thousands of glowing gemstones.

"What the hell?" Harry fumed, "How did I end up walking in circles? The whole point of me drawing arrows was to prevent me from wasting time!" Searching his pocket, Harry found that both of the markers were missing, and he figured he must have dropped them at some point. "I can't believe I wasted an hour going in circles; stupid Malfoy!" He glowered at the path as he walked around it one more time, trying to see if there was anything to indicate which of the nearby paths he had been on before getting caught in the trap. After a few minutes he saw a black arrow drawn on the wall of a path near him and he made for that pathway; before he could step of the circular path, however, a stone wall suddenly appeared, blocking him in.

"Dammit! Really?" Harry cried, "Now how do I get out of here?" He walked closer to the wall to examine the area where the path had been located, but jumped back with a shout when it started glowing and began to spin around. Harry crossed his arms and tapped his foot, glaring at the wall as he waited for it to stop spinning. Instead of stopping, however, the ground beneath his feet tilted and Harry stumbled until he landed against the wall; the pressure from the spinning was enough to pin Harry in place and all he could do was close his eyes and wait for the ground to become steady again.

The ground beneath is feet and the wall at his back finally became still again after about ten minutes-although it felt more like an hour-, and Harry collapsed to his hands and knees on the ground, head bowed as he waited for the dizziness to pass.

"Stupid Malfoy," he muttered what had become his new favorite phrase, "He's a bloody git, that's what he is! And the insufferable prat thinks I would want to stay here with him; not bloody likely!" He climbed to his feet and began his examination of the wall; a careful examination showed nothing that even remotely resembled a hidden door, nor did he discover any secret doors by tapping on the stones. Harry was about to resort to cursing again, when he looked on the ground and saw a brightly shining emerald on the gem-encrusted path that had previously bewitched him. Looking around he noticed that it was the only emerald on the ground so he approached it cautiously, expecting another trap. A few feet away from the emerald he was able to see that there was a silver snake engraved in the center of the gem.

"Of course, it has to be a snake," Harry shook his head before speaking in parseltongue; "I command you to open." Once he finished speaking the emerald flashed one time before it began to melt; after a few seconds all that was left was a green puddle, and Harry eyed it dubiously, weighing his options. "If this kills me I will haunt you Malfoy!" He threatened before taking a deep breath and jumping feet-first into the melted gemstone. He fell for what seemed like an eternity, seeing nothing but the green glow that surrounded him, and being lulled into a drowsy state despite his best efforts.

Eventually, Harry saw something grey below him, and he realized with a start that it was the ground. Then he realized that his descent was not slowing down, and that he would be flattened when he finally reached the bottom.

'Huh, so this was a trap,' he thought resignedly and closed his eyes as he waited for the impact. When nothing happened Harry opened his eyes cautiously and saw that he had come to a halt just a few feet above the ground; as soon as he recognized this fact whatever force had halted his fall let go, and he fell clumsily to the ground, banging his elbow in the process.

Because there will be...

There will be other guys

Who will whisper in your ear

Say they'll take away your sadness

And your fears

They may be kind and true

They may be good for you

But they'll never care for you

More than I do

"Ow!" he cried, 'Dammit! This is even worse than fighting Voldemort; at least Iexpect him to cause me bodily harm!"

"How kind of you to drop in Harry," the dreamy voice had Harry looking up and he saw that Luna was in the same room with him, "The warbling huffdings told me that you would never find me, but the blibbering humdingers said you would and they're always more trustworthy if you know how to bribe them, so I knew you would rescue me."

"Well of course I came to rescue you," he told his friend, "The door is right over there, so just grab my hand and we'll get out of here."

"That's not going to work," Luna sang, "Draco would never make it that easy." But she reached for his hand none-the-less; as their fingertips touched Harry was blinded by a bright white light, and when he could see again Luna was a tiny blonde dot on the far side of the chamber.

"I'm coming Luna!" He yelled as he took a step forward; suddenly the ground beneath his feet lurched and rolled, making him think of an earthquake. The ground's unnatural movement brought Harry to his knees for the third time in less than an hour-he distractedly wondered if the goblin prince was trying to hint at something and promptly blushed-and when it stilled again the chamber was completely different.

Instead of a large expanse of grey stone, the chamber Harry was standing in was filled with staircases, and they weren't all normal staircases either; some of the stairs were upside down, others were sideways, some were spiral staircases, and some were suspended in midair. Luna was on a landing connected to one of those midair staircases, still on the far side of the chamber. Determined to make this easier on himself, Harry started to walk across the chamber, figuring he would wait until he got closer to Luna before climbing a staircase, but the ground in front of him disappeared so that he had no choice but to ascend the nearest set of stairs. (He did check to see if the ground dropping away was an illusion first by closing his eyes and feeling around with his left foot, but the open air in front of him was very real.)

Harry reached the top of the first set of stairs and found himself upside-down, with his hair standing on end; he held onto his glasses to keep them from falling and briefly thought that it was a good thing he had accepted the new clothes earlier in the day-if he was still wearing Dudley's old cast-off's they would have fallen off him when he turned upside-down and he would be naked right now. Harry reached his hands up to touch the landing right above his head, and immediately found himself on that staircase right-side up. Shaking his head at the strangeness of it all, Harry continued on his way.

As he made his way through the chamber of stairs he thought he saw a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of his eyes, but it was gone when he turned to look.

"Luna?" he called, but there was no answer; at this point he was surrounded by staircases and he had long ago lost sight of his flighty friend, although he did see her skipping from staircase to staircase n occasion-each time he admonished her to stay still, but she merely laughed and continued on.

"Time's running out, Harry," a voice purred in his ear, making shivers run down his spine, but when he spun around there was no one there. He shook his head and continued climbing the staircase he was currently on, only to feel the brush of warm air against the back of his neck as he heard a low laugh that had to have come from Draco. "Fifteen minutes, Lion; do you give up yet? You know you want to be mine." Harry looked over his shoulder glaring, but once again there was no one near him.

"Stop messing with me, Draco," he said, "It won't work; I'm not giving up! Thinks he's irresistible," he muttered, "Like I can't resist him; ha!" He tripped over his feet as he came to the next landing, catching himself on one knee.

"On your knees again Harry?" Draco's voice whispered again, and this time Harry swore he felt lips against his earlobe, causing things to tighten low on his body, "I-"

"Shut it Malfoy!" Harry said, fighting a blush, "Stupid dirty-minded Slytherin." He glared at the empty air in front of him, and realized that he was finally near Luna; she was just in front of him, on a landing about fifteen feet out and twenty feet down. Looking around, Harry saw that there were no stairs leading to that landing, and the only stairs on his landing were the ones he used to climb up it. Recalling Malfoy's warning about time running out, Harry gave into his Gryffindor instincts and did the only thing he could think of; he closed his eyes and jumped.

Really, when he thought about it later he realized that closing his eyes probably wasn't a smart idea, but then again, neither was jumping; his only excuse was that it had worked in the movie, and-just like in the movie-everything seemed to slow down as the stairs began to vanish. He missed the landing Luna was standing on but managed to grab hold of her outstretched hand, and the two fell at a slow pace, giving them a chance to look at the scene around them. At first there wasn't much to see, just stone staircases and empty landings; after a while Harry saw a landing with a bright yellow door that had a moon and stars painted on it in purple, and Luna squeezed his hand.

"This is my stop," she smile, "See you on the other side Harry!" She let go of his hand and Harry saw her land gently in front of the door; seconds later he fell past it, and then he was falling through a silvery mist.

"You made it, Harry," Malfoy's voice sounded next to his ear, you solved the labyrinth, and now we're at the end of the game; are you ready?" Harry felt a pair of arms around his waist and lips at his throat, leaving a burning trail of kisses from his ear to his collarbone. The soft kisses made Harry shiver and he unconsciously tilted his head back, closing his eyes and giving the Slytherin better access to his smooth skin.

I'll always be there

There to the end

I can't do much

But be your one true friend

To the end

Through the end

Our lives to spend

With each other till the end

Of time...

"You're running out of time, Harry," a sing-song voice jolted Harry back to awareness and he jerked out of the soft embrace; opening his eyes he saw Luna standing in front of him, and he could tell from the heat at his back that Draco was behind him. Harry was standing on a stone bridge still surrounded by the silver mist, and when he turned to face Draco he saw that there were two objects behind the blonde boy-a wooden door with a gold handle, and a grandfather clock showing five 'til.

"Spoil sport," Draco scowled at Luna, "A few more minutes and I would have had him; I thought you were supposed to be on my side!"

"Nope," Luna smiled, "I did what I felt was best for Harry…and what the blibbering humdingers told me to do. Now Harry; it's time for your speech denouncing Draco so you can have your freedom."

"Do I really have to give that speech?" Harry pleaded.

"Yes," Draco replied, and Luna nodded, adding; "It's part of the challenge Harry; the whifflehammers will get angry and attack if you don't."

"Fine," Harry sighed, and then straightened his shoulders, looking Draco directly in the eye. He began, "Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered-more like sneaky tricks and annoying obstacles-I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city to…rescue my friend and defend my freedom? Yeah, rescue my friend and defend my freedom, for my will is as strong as yours and my kingdom-hmm, I don't have a kingdom…oh! My will is as strong as yours and my family as great! You have no power-"

"Wait!" Draco interrupted, "Don't say anything you'll regret Harry. I have the power you need; together we can defeat the Dark Lord and rescue your godfather. If you leave now, you will always regret this moment; you may win the challenge, but your chance to rescue Sirius will slip through your fingers. Together we can accomplish so much; stay with me Harry, and I can give you the world." Harry hesitated, more tempted by the offer then he would like to admit. Draco took the chance to step closer to the brunette and placed a hand on his shoulder, "Just think about it Harry; we could end the war, make Dumbledore stop meddling in everyone's lives, rescue your godfather, and that's only the beginning…"

"I can't," Harry said quietly, meeting those stormy grey eyes, "That would mean giving in, and you should know that I can't do that Draco."

"You still owe me a forfeit," the blonde reminded him, and Harry narrowed his eyes to glare at the blonde suspiciously, "A kiss, Harry. One final kiss, because by rescuing your friends you gave up your right to come back after you complete the challenge." Harry nodded, blinking away the sudden tears in his eyes-and when had he started crying? Draco placed two fingers under Harry's chin and tilted his face up so he could press their lips together. Harry tangled one of his hands in Draco's platinum locks and held tightly to his neck with the other one, eagerly opening his mouth to admit the blonde's questing tongue. Why, oh why did he have to be so stubborn? Would giving into Draco really be that bad? Wouldn't it be worse to walk away and leave this behind? Harry pushed his doubts away and focused on the kiss; it was the most intense kiss they'd shared so far, all tongues and lips and teeth. There were harsh nips soothed by soft tongues, thorough tasting and gentle teasing; a bittersweet mixture of love and tears. It was perfect and heartbreaking at the same time, because both boys knew that they would never share this again. When they finally drew apart there were tears on both of their faces, and even Luna was crying.

Still see the promise in your eyes

And still wonder if it's for me

But I know it's still there

Even when you sleep

"Damn Lucius," she said, startling both boys with her vehemence, "He didn't have to give Harry that ultimatum; he just did it because he wanted to make everyone miserable. Oh, Harry! You should have-"

"You know I didn't have a choice," Harry smiled sadly, "I couldn't let one of my friends be stuck here for life; I would have never forgiven myself. I just wish that I didn't have to forget all of this once I leave." The clock began to chime the thirteenth hour and Harry gave Draco watery smile. "Luna, when we get back to Hogwarts remind me of what happened here, okay? You never know; I've beaten the odds before, so maybe I won't forget all this and we'll get the chance to laugh at your father's failed plans." Luna nodded and Draco gave a soft laugh. Harry turned to the door leading home and opened it, but hesitated when it came to actually stepping through; he finally found someone that he could love, was he really going to give that up? He turned to look at Draco one last time and found the blonde right behind him, so Harry pulled him close and kissed him one last time before whispering, "Good-bye, Draco." The brunette then turned back to the doorway and, holding his breath, took a step forward as the clock chimed ten…eleven…he stood on the threshold…twelve…he crossed through the doorway…on the final chime

Harry heard the door close behind him and quickly spun around, only to find himself facing a blank wall. He closed his eyes and let the sense of loss wash over him. For nigh on six years he and Draco had been at odds, but over the last thirteen hours he had seen a different side of the Slytherin; a side he liked, maybe even loved, but Harry had-once again!-screwed things up. If only he hadn't given into his pride! He could be with Draco right now, but no; he had to be a stubborn Gryffindor and refuse to give in. Now, he had beaten the challenge of the labyrinth and he was back in his own world, but what did he really have to show for it? Nothing; just an empty hole in his heart that he knew could only be filled by Draco, and Draco himself would be forced to marry either Parkinson or Zambini. If Lucius was only erasing Harry's memories there was a chance that Draco could have won him over again once school started, but the elder Malfoy had insisted he would wipe both of their memories once Harry left the labyrinth, so now neither one of them would be able to remember-Wait a minute! Harry's eyes snapped open.

So I say, good night sweet boy...

I've been trying to use the songs from the movie labyrinth in my story, but for this chapter I went with the song "Good Night Sweet Girl" by Ghost of the Robot; I changed a couple of the words in the song to make it fit Harry and Draco, but there were no major changes to the song.
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