Descending Darkness

*Chapter 2 - Trouble In Paradise*

"WHAT???" Harry exclaimed.

Draco cautiously entwined his hand with Harry's and slowly squeezed it. Draco felt a luxurious tingle spread around his body, and a sigh emanated from his pale lips.

"C'mon, Harry," Draco said, slowly coming to his senses and slyly winking. (The extra Malfoy touch). "We can do some good old male bonding."

"But what if I get something bad?" Harry retorted his voice full of worry.

"Oh, Harry, it's just luck," Draco said, patting Harry on the shoulder.

Why is he scared of me? Maybe it's because you're attracted to him. No I'm not! This idea shocked Draco because he was, after all, gay. Gay... But Harry doesn't know that. Then maybe it's because that you guys were once worst enemies. Yeah, that's it.

Draco looked up into Harry's piercing green eyes.

"Harry," he mumbled. "You don't have to be scared. Look, I'm sorry about being a total prat at school, I'm sorry about all the nasty comments about the weasel and the mud-" Okay, that isn't a good way to start an apology. Yeah Draco, insult his friends while sucking up - that's a thought. Shut Up! "Errr, I mean Ron and Hermione." Yeah, that's good. Smooth talk is all you need. "Look to make it fair I have to do what it says on your card but you won't have to do mine."

Harry just stared at him and nodded.

"Look, Draco, I'll do what's on your card as well so it's fair," Harry said, his voice filled with honour.

Heh! Ever the proud Gryffindor! Draco laughed.

"Shake on it?" he then questioned, holding out his left hand.

"Yes," Harry replied, grasping Draco's hand and shaking it hard.

Draco stood up and got the cards.

"Do you want to go first or shall I?" Draco said, shuffling the cards.

"You go first," Harry replied, shaking a little.

Draco put the cards down and drew one from the deck.

"Ahem," he said, clearing his throat. "If you've ever fallen in love, name the person/people and the reason your relationship ended."

Draco looked up at Harry.

"I've only fallen in love once," Draco began. " I can't believe I'm about to tell you this but here goes. I loved Dre more than I loved Oresmi. We had a great time together. We liked the same things, and we both didn't mind muggles. The reason we broke up is because..." Draco swallowed

"You don't have to go any further if you don't want," Draco heard Harry say as he felt his shoulder being squeezed.

"I have to, it was on the card," Draco mumbled pushing Harry's hand away. "The reason why I broke up with Dre was because he was unfaithful. And he was just hanging around me to pass on information to my father about my work at the Ministry."

Draco felt Harry wrap his arms around him.

"Don't worry, Draco, you'll find someone who will love you," Harry whispered into his ear. "And don't worry, you get to hear about my brilliant lack of luck with love."

Draco laughed at this since he had heard about Harry's misfortunes with Cho Chang and his mudblood friend, Granger.

"Oh, do tell," Draco said, grinning and laughing at the same time.

"Okay," Harry mumbled, hastily letting go of Draco. "It all begins with me wearing a hula skirt."

"WHAT!!!" Draco said in surprise.

Harry just nodded his head. "And a coconut bra."

Draco could feel himself laughing really hard.

"I dressed up to sing a love song to Cho Chang for our anniversary. But then she said that she wanted someone serious who didn't act half their age. So she dumped me for Roger Davies." Harry said slowly. "And you probably know about Hermione leaving me for Ron. And Ginny leaving me for Neville."

"Neville?" Draco said laughing at Harry.

"Shut up! It's not funny!" Harry shouted angrily. "Before Ginny there was...Colin Creevey."

"Colin Creevey?" Draco questioned sounding amazed. "Didn't he worship you?"

"Well, for someone who worshipped me, he didn't give a shit about me," Harry growled, looking like he was about to murder someone. "He only wanted to blab how he slept with the great Harry Potter all over the Wizard news."

"I'll kill him!" Draco snarled.

"Why?" Harry asked a bit bemused. Did Draco care? But being the great Harry Potter, king of tact, he continued bravely; "What do you care?"

"Um well..." Draco mumbled. "It's your turn to draw the card."

*~-~*

Harry stared at Draco who was mumbling something and twiddling his fingers. What is he afraid of? Is it me? Maybe the fact that you keep checking him out might be a reason. I wasn't staring! Oh come off it, Potter, you were looking at him for ten minutes at least!

"I was not!!" Harry cried out in despair.

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked with a bemused expression on his face.

"Uh.. never mind!" Harry said quickly. "It's my turn to draw a card," he said, hastily picking up a card.

"Are you okay, Potter?" Draco asked looking extremely worried.

"Yeah, fine," Harry replied softly. "Oh my God!"

"What is it, Harry?" Draco asked, looking even more worried.

"The card," Harry said, his voice was shaky. "Snog the nearest person to you."

"Oh, is that all," Draco said, sounding relieved.

"B-b-but ..." Harry began.

Draco put a finger on his lips.

"Shh, Harry," he said softly. "It's just a kiss."

Harry then slowly leant forward and pecked Draco on the lips.

"Harry," Draco said. "The card said a snog. You call that a snog?"

*~-~*

Draco looked into Harry's enchanting green eyes and laughed

"God, Potter," Draco slurred, "and you wonder why Weasley left you."

Draco watched Harry's eyes grow wider at the mention of Ginny's name.

"You kiss like a grandma, Potter," Draco continued. "I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done an article on it." Draco cleared his throat for effect. "I can see it now. 'Harry-Potter-the-boy-who-can't-Kiss'"

Harry's face turned a funny pinky-red colour. Draco stared at Harry's face, feeling his eyes trail to those luscious lips...

"Oh, God," Draco whimpered, leaning in taking Harry's lips with his own.

*~-~*

Harry's eyes were wide open in shock. He'd never been kissed this well. Slowly, Harry closed his eyes, leaning into the deep kiss. Harry felt Draco's hands entwine in his raven black hair.

"Harry," came Draco's stifled moan.

Harry's eyes flew open once more, finding Draco rock-hard and clawing at Harry. Draco's hands trailed down his chest and under Harry's shirt. To Harry, this was complete ecstasy.

*~-~*

Lucius Malfoy slowly rode his broom towards his son's house, knowing what his Lord had sent him to do.

'Bring him to me, Lucius, my faithful Death Eater,' Voldemort had demanded.

'Stupid revival magic!' Lucius thought to himself.

Lucius scanned the pathetic Muggle houses below him, looking for his son's. The one with the black roof, surrounded by red ones, he thought to himself. If only Draco had listened to me and married Miss Parkinson...

*~-~*

Lucius had nearly finished answering his mail, when he came across a letter from his son's betrothed's father. It read:

Dear Lucius

After going out with your son last night, my dearest daughter, Pansy, ran

into the dining room crying. It turns out that your son broke the betrothal

to my daughter that we had agreed upon when they were both children. Didn't our

Lord want your son married to my daughter?

I hope this letter finds you well,

Franz Parkinson

'WHAT!' Lucius screamed inside his head. 'That boy, he is going to pay for this! How dare he! He has no right'

Lucius stormed out of his study and began to look for his failure of a son. Raising his wand, he whispered a locating charm.

"DRACO THOMAS MALFOY IS OUTSIDE LUCIUS ARSPECTOS MALFOY'S STUDY" the charm replied loudly.

"Draco!" Lucius screamed, knowing that his son would obey.

Draco quickly ran into Lucius' grand study. "Yes, Father?" Draco said in surprise, bowing deeply.

"What is the meaning of this!" Lucius hissed, failing to keep his voice calm. He pointed to the letter from Franz.

"The meaning of what, Father?" Draco replied casually.

You're really pushing it, boy! Lucius thought. How stupid can someone be!

"This letter," Lucius muttered, throwing the letter in his pathetic son's face.

Lucius let Draco read the letter for a moment, before giving in to his rage.

"Well, Draco, what the hell were you thinking?" Lucius screamed dramatically, like a respectable Malfoy would.

"I don't want to marry Pansy," Draco muttered, his eyes downcast.

"What did you say!?" Lucius could feel his voice filling with anger and disgust.

"I don't want to marry Pansy Parkinson!" Draco foolishly shouted back. "I don't love her and I don't want to become a pathetic DEATH EATER!"

How dare he! Lucius' mind screamed. He doesn't even know that he's pathetic; he's pathetic, and disobedient.

"HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY LORD OR HIS FOLLOWERS!" Lucius replied, raising his hand to punish his son.

WHACK! He hit Draco with such tremendous force, Draco hit the wall. Draco slowly looked up, meeting Lucius' cold eyes.

"Lucius Malfoy!" Lucius turned around to find his slim and beautiful wife. "If you ever hit Draco like that again, I will tell the Ministry about the trapdoor in the drawing room!"

"Go away, Narcissa," Lucius hissed, his voice was filled with anger. "That trapdoor will never open for anyone until the Dark Lord is dead!"

Narcissa walked over to where Draco was and slowly lifted him up.

"Well, then, Lucius, you'd better get ready for the end of your Lord," Narcissa shrieked, walking towards the nearest door. "Because my half sister predicted that Harry Potter will defeat him on New Year's Day."

Oh, sure, Lucius laughed to himself. Her half sister can predict the future.

*~-~*

As Lucius spotted the house he flew down and landed in the front yard. It wasn't the first time Lucius had been here.

Lucius slowly drew his wand from his robes. "Alohomora," he whispered.

He slowly opened the door and was met by the sounds of moans and rough panting. Lucius closed the door behind him.

"Invisibeile," he whispered, pointing the wand to his chest. He could feel himself slowly fading.

Lucius walked towards the sounds, into the lounge-room. Over the back of a couch he could see an unruly mop of jet-black hair moving up and down.

"Oh, Draaaaaco," the man moaned.

Lucius slowly walked towards the couch. Slowly, he walked in front of the fire place, and looked over at the couch. Draco was flat on his stomach, biting into the arm of the couch. Lucius could hear his loud muffled moans as the man on top of him drove harder and harder inside him.

The man had one hand under Draco and the other caressing Draco's back. The man looked up and Lucius could see a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead.

*~-~*

Harry Potter felt Draco quiver beneath him. Quickly, Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's cock and squeezed gently to stop him from coming. Draco's moans of protest filled the air. Harry knew Draco was begging for his release. Harry began pounding Draco from behind, faster and faster, harder and harder. His own orgasm was so close. He pushed into Draco very fast and let his cock go.

After they were finished, Harry watched Draco bury his head into the couch and sigh. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's perfect waist. He could see the beautiful curve of Draco's neck. Harry leant forward and touched the perfect, unblemished skin with his lips and slowly closed his eyes. The last thing he heard was a muttered 'Stupefy' from near the fire place.