Draco's Escort Service

After dragging Potter across rough terrain for twenty minutes, Draco's shirtless torso was covered in scratches and his breath came in ragged gasps of fatigue. He couldn't believe his eyes when he spotted the cabin. For a moment, his senses screamed at him not to trust it.

Then he noticed one portion of the roof was caved in and vines nearly covered the entire structure. No phantom structure this, but one long abandoned.

Draco half-carried Potter to the hut and shouldered open the door. He raised his wand to illuminate the place and frowned when a scurrying sound resulted. Rats. The original owner seemed to have disappeared without removing his goods. A bed with moldering blankets stood in one corner and a small table sat in the other. An assortment of old utensils lay on the table. Pots and pans adorned the walls on rusting hooks. Draco released Potter, who sank to his knees. Draco lit the lamp that sat on the rough bedside table. The bed frame was broken, so Draco repaired and cleaned it, then transfigured the old blankets into a feather-stuffed mattress.

He hauled Potter to the bed and laid him down before covering him with Harry's cloak.

"So beautiful," Harry muttered. He was ghost-white. Draco sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Potter's shoulders.

"Potter! Stay here, damn you! Stop listening to it! Remember me? I'm the one that smashed your nose on the Hogwarts Express! I'll do it again if you don't stay with me!"

Incredibly, Potter's green eyes returned to sharp lucidity for a moment. Harry's hands reached up to grab Draco's bare arms. One gripped the arrow wound and Draco winced.

"Malfoy--God, I can't concentrate! You need to stop this music."

"How?"

"You need to sing."

"I need to--what?"

"Sing, damn it! You've got to drown this music! It's calling me and I can't keep fighting it."

Malfoy was stymied. He tried to remember if he had ever sung aloud in his life. Potter's eyes fluttered shut. Draco shook him again as Potter's grip slackened.

"Okay! I'll sing!" Draco began a Scottish ballad he remembered his mother singing when Draco was a child. He started hesitantly at first, but his voice grew stronger as the words came back to him. Potter's eyes watched him, half-open, but there was no smile on Harry's lips. This was no game to make Malfoy look like a fool.

"I think it's working," Harry murmured. Draco kept singing while he cast his mind toward a solution. He couldn't sing to Potter forever. For one thing, he only knew the words to a handful of songs. For another, it was embarrassing as hell.

A shimmer of light caught Draco's eyes and he blinked for a moment at the apparition before him. It was a stunningly beautiful woman glowing like an ethereal vision. Her hair was a cross between silver and gold and brushed back over ears that were delicately pointed. Her almond-shaped eyes were huge pools of sapphire blue.

"Who dares to defy the power of Faerie?" she demanded in a voice like silver bells.

"I do," Draco said evenly, breaking off in mid-song. A smiled curved her ruby lips.

"Aren't you the beautiful one?" she purred. "And strong, too, to bring that one back to you. Kiss me, beautiful stranger."

Draco actually stood up and took a step toward her before he caught himself and shook off the impulse.

"I don't think so," he said. She smiled prettily, but her blue eyes glinted. Draco continued, "You can't have him."

"He's important to you, then?" she asked. Draco considered. Potter wasn't important to him, personally, but losing him sure as hell would be.

"Yes."

"Will you sing to him forever, then?"

"There has to be another way." His voice contained a question. Hell, he was on the verge of begging for an answer.

"There is one way, beautiful. I won't tell you, of course. But maybe I'll give you a hint."

"Do I have to pay for this hint?"

She laughed, a sound so beautiful it was almost painful to hear. "You would never willingly give me that which I desire from you, beautiful mortal. So here is your hint--what is the strongest magic in Faerie?"

"That's my hint?" Draco asked dubiously. She smiled.

"That which you withheld from me, perhaps you will grant to your friend. More than that, I cannot say. Good luck. I'll take good care of your handsome friend, should you fail." With that she winked out, leaving only a bright spark of light hovering in the air before that, too, disappeared.

Draco looked back at Harry and pondered her words. What is the strongest magic in Faerie? How the hell should he know? He tried to approach the problem from a different angle. What was the strongest magic in the wizarding world? Spells involving... what? Blood? Sacrifice? He thought about Potter's magic, granted by his mother's death. What was the root of the sacrifice? Draco snapped his fingers. Love. Of course. The strongest magic in any world, as far as he knew.

He recoiled at the thought. He certainly didn't love Potter! He merely didn't want Potter's soul sucked into Faerie, leaving Draco to explain what had happened to The Chosen One on his watch... There was no time to flit about looking for someone that did love Potter, either. He raked a hand through his hair. There had to be a solution.

That which you withheld from me, perhaps you will grant to your friend.

Draco looked at Harry in dawning horror. Potter's eyes were open, but his features were strained, evidence of his effort to hold onto reality. His gaze was questioning.

That which you withheld from me... A token of love. The strongest magic in Faerie. A kiss.

Malfoy said bluntly, "Potter. To save you, I have to kiss you."

"You're joking," Harry said weakly.

"Afraid not, sport. They're big on kissing around here, in case you haven't noticed."

There was a long, silent pause that grew longer.

"What are you waiting for, Malfoy?" Harry finally asked.

"I'm thinking."

Potter groaned. "Come on, Malfoy. I swear I'll never mention it as long as I live. God, do I swear it."

Draco sighed. There was no escaping it. He sat on the edge of the bed again. Potter shut his eyes, which made it easier. Draco pulled off Harry's glasses and set them aside.

He steeled himself. Bloody hell. He leaned over and placed his hands on either side of Potter's head. Harry's skin was warm, almost feverish, and his hair was soft as down. The feel of it surprised Draco for a moment.

Harry was surprisingly handsome without the spectacles marring his features. His nose was straight and slender. Thick black lashes rested on beautifully chiseled cheeks. Damn, Potter is almost as good looking as me, Draco thought in amazement. Suddenly, kissing him didn't seem quite so horrifying. Draco lowered his face and touched his lips softly to Harry's, but he had learned never to do anything in half measures.

"Hold onto your hat, Potter," he thought wickedly and slanted his mouth over Harry's.

The music faltered. Harry felt as if he were two places at once. He was only vaguely aware of his conversation with Malfoy, though he clung stubbornly to the melodic sound of Draco's voice... odd that he had never noticed that quality before.

The stronger part of him seemed to be in a tunnel sparking with color. At the end of the passage were a dazzling glow and the source of the beautiful sound that called to Harry like a Siren. Come away, come away, come away... It promised peace and joy and blessed forgetfulness. He took another step toward the light.

Part of him spoke to Malfoy. The other part strained to reach the music, wanting more than anything to race down the tunnel. Come away... The fading part of him felt Malfoy's hands slide into his hair--and unexpected caress. Then Draco's lips touched his and the music hesitated. Harry halted in the passage between worlds.

Then Malfoy's mouth twisted, pressing almost painfully over Harry's. His tongue entered the fray and the kiss became demanding, ravishing, hot and incredible. Harry snapped back into his body with a suddenness that was almost painful. The dreamlike quality of Malfoy's kiss fled, leaving the overwhelming reality of Draco's mouth searching, tugging, and teasing at Harry's reawakened senses. Harry felt the crushing weight of pure desire flooding through him and would have gasped if he could breathe.

He reached up to push Draco away. One hand touched Malfoy's bare chest--the other plunged into the gossamer softness of Draco's hair and froze. At Harry's touch, Malfoy's kiss changed. The rough, demanding strokes were replaced with gentleness, playful teasing of tongue against tongue--lapping erotically.

To his horror, Harry felt his body respond. His hand tightened in Draco's hair, but not to push him away. Malfoy caressed the roof of Harry's mouth, sending shudders of delight pulsing through his body.

Draco's teeth tugged at Harry's lip gently when he finally ended the tortuous kiss. Potter's hands fell away weakly as Malfoy sat back and looked at him. To Harry's intense relief, Draco looked as shaken as Harry felt.

"Are you back?" Draco asked hoarsely.

"After that? Hell, you could call a soul back from a dementor's kiss." Harry groaned and flung a hand over his eyes after that admission, not willing to see the satisfied smirk on Draco's face. Harry's body was still inflamed with desire. He shifted slightly, hoping to hell Malfoy wouldn't notice. God, he'd never been kissed like that. Not ever. Not even by Ginny, who had loved him enough to die for him.

What the hell was Malfoy playing at? A simple tap on the lips probably would have sufficed. He kept his arm over his eyes.

"Get some rest, Potter," he heard Malfoy say. "We'll stay here until morning."

Draco's voice was laden with fatigue and Harry suddenly felt his own exhaustion. Malfoy had to be just as tired, if not more. Harry felt a tug as the cloak was drawn up to his chin. For a moment, he thought he felt a hand brush the hair back from his brow, so softly he decided it must be his imagination.

Harry drifted into a deep--but thankfully mortal--sleep.

Draco watched as Harry's breathing grew slow and even. He raked a hand through his own silvery locks and set about preparing a bed for himself. The bed Potter slept in was plenty big enough for two, but he sure as hell wasn't going there. He was still feeling a bit shaken by the kiss. It had started as a playful game and then exploded out of his control.

A whisper of sound made him turn to find the fairy hovering in the room once more.

"Well played, handsome," she said with a pert smile. "You are as smart as you are beautiful. How did you know a brotherly peck would not have been adequate to save him?"

"I didn't," Draco admitted. She looked at him speculatively, but made no reply other than, "All gifts have a price. I wonder if you will have the strength to pay for yours."

Draco rubbed his temples. He was far too tired to have esoteric conversations with ethereal beings.

"I wish you well, beautiful mortal. If you ever tire of the human world, we will welcome you in Faerie."

She was gone. Draco transfigured another mattress, tossed it on the floor, and collapsed on it. A herd of centaurs could have broken in and neither of them would have awakened.

Draco woke sometime after dawn, still tired, but the hard edge of weariness had softened to a bearable level. He rose and gathered firewood from a stash near the rear of the hut. A fire was quickly laid and started in the ramshackle fireplace. Draco couldn't hunt and had no fresh food to prepare, but he made some strong, hot tea and gratefully drank two cups. He ate some dried fruit and cheese and grimaced when a twinge reminded him he had never tended the slash on his arm.

He hated to waste water, but he did not need the wound to get infected. He poured some water onto a cloth and began to wash the gash.

Potter groaned and stirred. After a moment, he sat up and blinked at Draco. He slipped his glasses on and tried again.

"Good morning, honey," Draco called companionably. Potter flushed scarlet. No question about the clarity of his memory, Draco mused. At least in relation to the kissing incident. Draco frowned. Had Potter really kissed him back, or was his memory already changing with time?

Harry swung his feet off the bed and slid a hand through his hair. Draco swallowed, recalling the silky feel of it. Bloody hell, what was wrong with him?

"The tea is hot," he commented, and managed a fairly normal tone. Potter padded over and knelt next to Draco, who poured him a cup. Potter sipped it gratefully and wrapped his hands around the cup. Malfoy noticed his cheeks were still tinted with pink. He grinned sardonically and went back to tending his arm.

"I used to be able to heal something like that," Potter commented. Draco nodded. Harry's green eyes fixed on him.

"Want me to try it?"

Malfoy met his gaze. He knew Potter's powers were mostly gone, and healing magic was difficult.

"Knock yourself out," he said softly.

Potter pulled out his wand and shut his eyes for a moment. Then he took a breath and hovered his wand over the slice on Draco's arm, which was oozing blood again now that Draco had soaked it. For a long time, nothing happened. Malfoy seriously did not expect it to, but then he felt something, as if a warm compress had been placed over the wound. Draco watched in amazement when it began to knit together.

Harry sagged when it was done and his wand fell away. Malfoy stared at him in surprise. Potter grinned.

"Sometimes it works. Looks like today is a good day," he said. Malfoy looked at the wound. It was jagged and raw-looking, but closed. Malfoy raised a brow at Potter, impressed. Harry's eyes met his, glinting happily, and Draco suddenly felt like kissing him again. He stood abruptly, disturbed by the thought.

"Eat something and we'll get moving. I want to get out of this damned fairy forest as soon as possible."

Draco quickly dragged on a shirt. He stowed his pack while Harry ate and soon they were shouldering their way through the forest, brooms in hand.

Harry followed Malfoy and tried not to notice how graceful the Slytherin was; Draco barely stirred a leaf when he walked and he stepped over fallen logs and skirted brambles like a creature born in the forest. Harry felt slow and somewhat clumsy tripping along in his footsteps.

Malfoy slowed and looked back often to check on Harry's progress. Something had profoundly changed between them. Harry found it hard to believe one stupid kiss could cause a complete shift in behavior, but he supposed it had been more than that. Malfoy had saved Harry's life--saved his soul. That wasn't something Harry could take lightly, but he had rather expected Malfoy to shrug it off.

If only Harry's mind would stop backtracking to the kiss. A dozen times, the question sprang to his lips to ask why Draco had felt it necessary to kiss him like that, but he didn't want to hear Malfoy's flippant response. What did he want to hear? That Malfoy had kissed him because he wanted to? Because he couldn't resist?

Harry cursed himself and tried to concentrate on his ultimate goal. He just needed to get out of this ridiculous forest, find the Horcrux, and put Malfoy behind him forever.

Draco pushed them relentlessly until after midday when he finally halted abruptly. Harry ran into him. They both went down in an unexpected tangle of limbs. Harry sprawled atop Draco and their faces were inches apart. Their breath mingled for a moment and Harry found himself marveling at the color of Draco's eyes in the daylight--like the bright edge of a storm cloud touched by the sun.

A grin quirked Malfoy's lips.

"As much as I might be enjoying this, Potter, we should probably continue on."

Harry blushed scarlet and quickly pushed himself to his feet.

"You're the one who stopped," he muttered. Damned Malfoy. As much as I might be enjoying this. God.

"True," Draco said as he climbed to his feet and brushed himself off. Harry reached out and removed a leaf that clung to Malfoy's hair. Draco froze at his touch for a moment, eyes wide, until Harry held up the offending object. Malfoy's silver gaze slid away. "Thanks. I wanted to test something."

He barked a command and his broom suddenly hovered in midair. Malfoy looked at Harry and smiled in genuine pleasure. Harry laughed, so glad he could have hugged Draco.

"We can fly again!"

"And eat," Draco added. "We can hunt now that we're out of the fairy forest."

"Forget it," Harry said flatly. "No more forest food for me. Isn't there a Muggle town nearby? I want real food. I'm starved."

"You plan to walk into a Muggle town carrying two brooms and a sword?" Draco asked dubiously.

Harry smiled.

"Trust me."

A small town was quickly reached and Malfoy uncertainly followed Harry's lead, though he most likely kept one hand clutched around his wand in the pocket of his cape. Harry did exactly as Draco had sardonically suggested--marched straight into town and stopped at the first open pub.

The barkeep looked at them curiously, but said nothing when Harry ordered two pints of best and sat down at a small table in the corner. The barmaid was more talkative when she brought them their ales. She looked from one of them to the other in approval. Her eyes lingered on Malfoy.

"What's with the brooms and capes, mate?" she asked pleasantly.

"Renaissance Faire," Harry said. "Car broke down."

"Couldn't you have left the brooms in the car?" she asked.

Potter snorted. "You're joking! These are handmade, they are. Impossible to replace."

She laughed. "All right, don't get your dander up. You need a lift back to your car when you're done here?" Her eyes sparkled suggestively.

Harry shook his head. "Got a ride coming. Thanks, though."

She took their order and left. Malfoy raised a brow at him as though impressed. Harry grinned in an I-told-you-so manner. They ate a huge lunch and drank far more than they should have. Harry was in a celebratory mood after escaping the forest intact. He had prepared for the journey by carrying both wizarding and Muggle money, so he paid for the meal and they departed, albeit somewhat unsteadily.

They meandered through the town a bit before heading out on what looked to be a little used road. They couldn't take to brooms until the danger of being spotted was past, which meant a quick walk to the far outskirts of the village.

"That barmaid wanted me," Draco said suddenly.

"I thought you didn't touch Muggles. They're tainted and all that."

"I might make an exception for that one. She was bloody cute." Draco slanted a silver gaze at Harry. "Almost as cute as you, Potter."

Harry flushed. "Very funny."

Draco laughed. "It's ridiculously easy to make you blush, you know?" Draco reached out a hand and brushed a thumb across Harry's cheek.

Harry knocked his hand away in annoyance.

"Are you drunk?" he asked sharply.

"No. Just pleasantly tipsy," Draco replied. "Those Muggles make pretty good ale."

Draco tripped suddenly and Harry instinctively caught his arm to keep him from falling. He dragged Malfoy upright, though Draco's broom smacked into the dirt. Draco closed both fists in Harry's shirt. He swayed forward and Harry braced himself to keep them from toppling backward. Malfoy's lips brushed Harry's neck as he leaned forward to whisper to Harry with a chuckle.

"I knew you'd catch me."

"You are drunk!" Harry exclaimed. Draco slid both arms around Harry's neck despite Harry's efforts to dislodge him.

"No, no, no. I'm fine." Draco steadied himself and pulled back slightly to look into Harry's face. "Want me to kiss you again, Potter?" His silver eyes sparkled with merriment and he smiled in wicked delight. Harry almost smiled back--God, but Malfoy was irritatingly charming in this state.

"Of course," Harry snapped, hoping to snap Draco out of it with sarcasm. "I live to be kissed by you."

Draco took him at his word. He leaned forward again and clamped his lips to Harry's. Potter's eyes opened in surprise--he hadn't expected Draco to actually do it. Thankfully, the kiss wasn't as ravishing and molten as Malfoy's last attempt--this was more of a sweet tease and Draco actually chuckled as he nibbled at Harry's mouth. Malfoy's hands reached up to touch Harry's face and his thumbs pressed the corners of his mouth.

"Loosen up, Potter," he breathed with his lips still brushing Harry's. "Learn to have a little fun."

His words jolted Harry more than Draco could have known. Harry could not even remember the last time he had done anything remotely fun. He scowled and dropped his broom, then grabbed Draco's face with both hands. If Malfoy wanted kissing, Harry would bloody well oblige him.

He slanted his mouth over Draco's, which seemed to be what Malfoy was waiting for. His hands twisted into Harry's hair and his tongue began an assault that made his kiss in the forest seem like child's play. Harry felt reality slanting away as pure pleasure washed over him. His hands slid from Draco's face into his silken hair as Harry was overcome by sheer animal need. Part of him was screaming at the wrongness of it, but he found he didn't care. He wanted... he needed... God, he must be insane. Draco's mouth left his to blaze a wet path down Harry's jaw to the hollow of his collar bone. Harry shuddered.

Malfoy's hands left Harry's hair gently and gripped Potter's shoulders as he pushed himself away forcibly. He was panting. Draco grinned weakly at Harry.

"I think that's enough fun for one afternoon," he said shakily. He bent down and picked up his broom. Harry drew a ragged breath and did the same in a shocked daze. Malfoy started jauntily down the road and then glanced back briefly. He paused, waited for Harry, and prepared to mount his broom.

"Hey, Potter?"

Harry reluctantly met the fathomless grey eyes, to find them gazing at him in perfect clarity. A wide grin curved Draco's lips.

"Yeah?" Harry asked.

"Malfoys never get drunk."

He chuckled and soared into the air. Harry felt pole axed. The bastard had engineered the whole--! Harry furiously mounted his broom and took off in pursuit.

It took Potter awhile to catch him. Draco made sure of it, figuring the Gryffindor would be rather annoyed. In that, he was right. Draco halted finally and hovered in the air. When he glanced over, he met Potter's stormy green eyes. He smiled pleasantly.

"Why did you do that?" Harry demanded.

"Do what?" Draco asked innocently.

"You know very well what!"

"Because I wanted to," Draco said levelly. Harry flushed and dropped his eyes. Malfoy waited, but Potter seemed at a loss for words. Draco grinned. If he'd known it would be so easy to disconcert his rival he would have started kissing Potter years ago.

"Behold, Norwich," Draco said and waved expansively. The city was visible on the horizon. "Where do we go from here?"

Harry scanned the area. "North," he said finally. "There's a ravine... I'll know it when I see it."

"Fly north, look for ravines. You Gryffindors make such excellent plans," Draco said. Harry ignored him and took off. Draco chuckled and followed. For some reason, he was in an excellent mood.

They flew low and carefully in order to avoid Muggle onlookers. Draco suggested waiting until evening, but Potter was afraid he wouldn't be able to find what he sought in the dark.

Finally, they traversed a large sheep pasture and skirted the edge of a hill until Potter cried out, "There!" He dropped like a shot to what looked like the crumbling remains of an old well. Which turned out to be exactly what it was, Draco discovered as they dismounted. Potter peered down into the darkness.

"What exactly is down there that would cause you to risk dryads, centaurs, fairies, killer canyons... and my company?" Draco asked.

Harry met his eyes soberly. "The object that is keeping Voldemort alive."

"I thought he was dead."

"Gone, but not dead. He reverted back to the vaporous state he was in during the first eleven years of my life. I'd like to prevent his return."

"Yes, that was quite annoying last time." Draco thought Harry might be a bit off his rocker, but he decided to humor him.

"Okay. So, we go down into the well," Draco said. "Another delightful day in the life of a Gryffindor." He leaned over and cast a light spell. It revealed nothing but stone stretching away into the darkness.

"I'll go first," Harry said. Draco ignored him and hopped lightly into the hole. He cast a levitating spell to slow his fall, and then lit his wand again. The well was hellishly deep and when Draco finally landed, he was hip deep in brackish water.

"What am I looking for, Potter?" he called.

"I'm not sure. A passage, most likely."

"Not sure," Draco muttered. "Lovely." He pressed on various stones. After five minutes, he started losing the circulation in his legs from the cold water.

"I'm not finding anything, Potter!" A stone hurtled down, barely missed Draco's head, and splashed into the water. Draco glared upwards. "Bloody hell! Are you fucking trying to kill me?"

"Sorry! I'm coming down. Ah... can you slow me down?"

"No, I'd rather you knock me cold landing on my head."

The light suddenly blocked out and Draco quickly cast upward to slow Harry's fall. Potter splashed down next to Draco. It was a tight fit, and dark again until Draco cast another Lumos.

"Okay. So now we're in a well. Wet. And cold. Are you sure this isn't just a ploy to get me alone?"

Harry pulled at his hair in customary annoyance and then spoke in a strange, hissing language. Part of the stone wall fell away, taking the water with it. A passage was revealed and the well water washing along the floor caused something to stir. Draco stepped forward and brightened the light from his wand.

The entire place seemed to shift.

"Snakes," Draco said, trying to suppress his horror. The walls and floor were practically covered with snakes of all types and sizes.

"You're a Slytherin. I thought you liked snakes."

"Not all of them at one time."

A cobra reared itself and bared its fangs at them. Others were slithering quickly toward them, stirred by the water, light and motion, no doubt. Draco stepped prudently behind Potter.

"Fine, I admit it! I'm a horrible Slytherin. I hate those nasty, scaly, slithering, poisonous horrors. The thought of actually touching one makes my skin crawl."

Harry actually laughed, which annoyed Draco because it was definitely not the time for laughing. Not when a horrifying mass of reptilian hell was looking at them with dead-flat eyes and pointy dripping fangs.

Harry talked to the snakes. Draco had quite forgotten that Potter knew how to do that. The reptiles halted and seemed to be listening to him.

"Voldemort put them here. They've been breeding and feeding upon each other, unable to escape. It's horrible."

"Horrible," Draco repeated, although he didn't really see a downside to having a large herd of venomous snakes safely contained in an underground pit.

"Can you free them?" Harry asked.

"Why would I want to do that?"

"Malfoy!" Harry snapped.

"All right, bloody hell. But they had better not fucking bite me."

Draco raised his wand and found the connected magical points in the room that contained the serpents like an invisible cage. It was a simple matter to dispel them. The mountain of snakes writhed and shuddered. Almost instantly, they wriggled and slithered through holes and cracks in a mass exodus. Some of them slithered past Harry and Draco and Malfoy found himself pressing close to Potter in disgust. Harry chuckled, but thankfully made no comment.

When the chamber was empty of loathsome reptiles, Harry walked forward. There were no exits from the room, but a few choice words in Parseltongue caused a section of wall to grate sideways.

Harry started forward, but Draco shoved him aside and pushed his way into the space revealed with lit wand held high. Harry followed, muttering.

They entered a large cavern with a small black pool in the center. Beyond the pool stood a jutting pillar of stone from which a niche had been cut. Resting in the recess was an object that curiously resembled an egg, although it was burnished silver in color and about the size of both Draco's fists together.

Malfoy took a step forward and cast his gaze into every shadow, alert for anything. There was an odd smell in the room and his instincts were screaming.

"Stay back, Potter," he murmured.

Draco took another step and instinctively ducked when something launched itself at him from the upper reaches of the chamber. A rush of wind lifted his hair and he felt the brief touch of smooth scales on his forehead as the creature passed over him.

What the hell was it? A winged snake?

That seemed to be negated as the thing twisted in midair and sank sharp claws into Draco's shoulder. He yelped in surprise and cast Avada Kedavra at the thing, which released him and flapped away with a squawking hiss.

Great, a magic-resistant giant flying snake with claws. Occamy, he thought suddenly, recalling the name of the creature... but they were not usually resistant to magic. Which meant Voldemort had altered it. They were not normally venomous, either, but Draco could not count on that.

The creature attacked again and Draco slammed it into a wall with a sharp blast of force. It recovered with lightning swiftness and flew at him. Draco sidestepped at the cost of a slashed cheek. Bloody hell, the thing was quick! Malfoy followed the beast with several deadly spells that bounced off the scaled body. One of them nearly hit Potter, who skirted the edge of the pond, heading for the egg.

"Damn it, Potter! Can't you wait until I finish this?"

"No... you don't seem to be doing that well."

"Thanks for the bloody vote of confidence!" Draco yelled as the creature swooped down on Harry. Draco's hastily shot spell deflected the Occamy enough that the claws missed Potter's head. Barely. "Damn it, Potter, can you at least duck?"

"No problem," Harry said and dove forward. He reached the base of the pillar and sought for handholds. His proximity to the egg seemed to enrage the Occamy, who dove at him again.

"Bloody, stupid, reckless Gryffindor..." Draco muttered and plunged into the water, shooting hex after hex at the reptile. The creature's fangs narrowly missed Potter's head. At least Harry ducked that time. Draco's spells finally seemed to irritate the Occamy and it launched itself in his direction--too fast! The claws tore into Draco's midsection and bore him down. The pond was shallow--barely knee-deep, but Malfoy's head went under water. Draco held his breath and fought to push the monster away, but it actually lifted him from the water and bore him into the air. He felt the claws tearing his flesh away with the movement.

Draco tried another Killing Curse while jabbing the wand into the Occamy's open mouth when it tried to take a chunk out of his head. The spell seemed to jolt the creature and it dropped him. The world lurched for a moment, until Draco hit the ground and his breath left him in a painful whoosh. He struggled to pull air into his lungs, but could not even scream when he felt the claws tear into his back. In the next instant, fangs brutally drove into Draco's neck and he felt blood spray across the side of his face.

He summoned all of his strength to roll over. The talons tore free from his back and the wings flapped for an instant. Draco gripped the creature's neck when it reared back for another strike. He forcefully shoved the wand down the Occamy's throat and cast one last Avada Kedavra. The creature seemed to radiate green from the inside out for a moment and then it lurched and fell over dead.

Draco sagged in sheer relief for a moment before he raised a hand and clamped down on his neck. Blood streamed from the wound at an alarming rate. He glanced over at Potter, who was hefting the egg. Harry looked over his shoulder at Draco.

"Malfoy! God, are you all right?" he yelled.

Draco tried to reply, but a strange, peaceful darkness was slipping over him. Potter leaped into the water and splashed through the pond. The last thing Draco saw was Harry's worried face. Not a horrible sight, he thought, all things considered.

Harry was horrified at the amount of blood surrounding Draco. He had been shredded front and back by the monster's claw, but the neck wound was the worst. It bled profusely. Draco's hand fell away as he slipped into unconsciousness and Harry pressed his own hand over the gash to curtail the bleeding. He could attempt a healing, but by the time he managed it, Draco could be dead.

He glanced at the egg, which he had dropped next to Malfoy's head. There might be a chance... slim, but better than none. Keeping one hand clamped to Draco's wound; he lifted his wand and touched the Horcrux egg. During the war, he had learned through trial and error the best way to destroy a Horcrux. Even with his limited abilities, he felt he could manage it. The trick was to use finesse, rather than force. Thank God Hermione had figured that out.

He cast a seeking spell, looking for weaknesses in the protections surrounding the Horcrux. Draco's plight lent urgency to the task that he would not otherwise have felt. Come on... where is it?

Voldemort must have been in a hurry when he had created this Horcrux. Harry had nearly been killed destroying the Hufflepuff Cup--so many protection spells had been laced over and through it to guard the soul trapped inside. This one had several spells, but they seemed weak. Harry wormed his way beneath them, using his magic in a non-threatening fashion. They were set to guard the egg from destruction--not inquisitive intrusion.

Once inside, Harry sought for stress points in the object itself. In this case, it was an egg--bloody stupid move on Voldemort's part, even if it was half silver--so fracture lines were natural. Harry merely had to give them a slight nudge.

The Horcrux fell to pieces.

Instantly, a howling wind sprang from the object and the howl quickly grew to a scream of purest rage. The wind swirled around Harry, picking up dust from the cavern and a spray of water from the pool and lashing them about Harry and Draco in a whirlwind. Such had happened before with other Horcruxes, but Harry was staggered by a force that plunged into his body and knocked him sprawling over Draco. He lost his grip on Malfoy's throat and struggled to move through the immense tingling sensation that filled his senses. Harry was blinded with a glare of white for a moment. Then all was still.

Harry sat up, feeling oddly whole for the first time in... well, forever, it seemed. Had his powers returned? He pressed his wand against Draco's wound and cast. Harry felt immense relief when the gash began to knit back together cleanly. Malfoy's breathing was still shallow and the pool of blood beneath him was alarming. Harry's brow wrinkled in consternation. There were simply too many wounds for him to heal.

He took a deep breath and reached down to lift Malfoy. He braced Draco's head against his shoulder and wrapped his arms around the limp Slytherin. Harry centered himself for a moment and then cast another spell.

The whole room seemed to be enveloped in light for a moment. Harry was awash with sensations--he seemed to hear the sound of chimes and smell the clean, heady scent of a sea breeze. Power throbbed through Harry's veins. Light and warmth flowed into and through him and he channeled it into Draco, willing him to heal.

After a long while, the light dimmed and Harry found himself returning to normal--the impression of sound and scent died and the immense flow of power ebbed and faded. He looked down and then tore open Draco's already shredded shirt--to find Malfoy's flesh smooth and unmarred. He crushed Draco close in thankful relief.

Malfoy's voice suddenly rumbled against Harry's chest. "I know you want me, Potter, but this is a terrible place to make love."

Harry felt himself laugh aloud. He released Draco slightly--enough to pull back and look into his handsome face.

"How did you do that?" Malfoy asked seriously.

"The same way I killed Voldemort--only in reverse," Harry admitted.

"Did you lose your powers this time?"

Harry shook his head.

"No, I think I'm back to normal and Voldemort is gone for good."

"Pity. I... rather enjoyed... taking care of you."

Harry smiled in disbelief.

"Seriously?"

"Yes." Draco grinned wickedly. "You do realize you're holding me in an extremely affectionate manner?"

Harry flushed, but it did not seem to be the wrong thing to do at all. He lifted a hand to wipe the blood away from Draco's healed cheek in a gentle caress, and then slid the hand up to brush the ultra-fine hair back from Malfoy's brow.

"Yeah, I realize that."

He bent down and kissed Draco. A small sound of surprise escaped Malfoy before his hand slipped up to caress Harry's neck. Harry deepened the kiss, marveling that Draco could feel so damned good, and that kissing him seemed like the most normal thing in the world.

A long while later, they pulled apart. Both were breathing hard. They gazed at each other in mutual amazement.

"So, what happens now, Potter?" Draco asked quietly.

"Well, first we need to find a softer place than this damned rocky cave," Harry suggested and then he laughed in astonishment. "Are you blushing? Draco Malfoy?"

"Certainly not. I meant after that."

Harry felt himself growing warm at the comment, but it was a nice, tingly sort of warm. He smiled.

"I was wondering if you might want a partner. For your escort service."

"You mean... you and me? Together all the time? Day and night?" Draco asked, sounding surprised.

"Yeah. Day and night," Harry repeated suggestively.

Draco chuckled. "I can live with that." He climbed to his feet and held a hand out to Harry, who took it. Malfoy helped Harry stand and they started out. "Of course, you'll have to learn to take orders. It's appalling the way you don't listen."

"Wait, I said partner, not minion," Harry protested.

"Partner. Minion. What's the difference?"

"There's a huge difference!"

"Maybe to Gryffindors."

Still arguing, they left the dark chamber behind.