Descending Darkness

~ Chapter 3 - All Good Stories End Here ~

To be, or not to be: That is the question;

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,

And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep -

No more; and, by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep -

To sleep - perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub.

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause.

The walls oozed. Yes, they oozed. Draco could feel the grime dripping, falling onto his pale skin. How he came to be in this place, he did not know. How long he had been here, for he felt like he had just awoken from a blissful sleep? Harry was slumped against a wall, ooze dripping over him as well.

Draco tried to call out, but he couldn't find his voice. 'Oh, God,' he thought. 'Even if I survive, I will be demoted, after years of work...'

A quiet groan from the corner made Draco lose his train of thought.

"Harry!" he tried to shout, but had no luck. Another horse whisper escaped from his mouth.

He watched Harry's figure slowly rise, and shake his head, his unruly mop of hair going every where. Oh how Draco wanted to run his fingers through it again.

"Meester Potter, Meester Malfoy," a soft female voice called. "I'm so glad you 'ave decided to join us ere."

Draco knew the voice, but but didn't know from where. It had a heavy accent, a mix of Bulgarian, English and French.

"Meester Malfoy," she continued, slowly walking towards him. "You gave your Failure quite a shock."

"My what!?" Draco questioned and exclaimed (if that's possible :D) at the same time.

"Your Failure, Meester Malfoy," she continued. "Your Failure, your Papa, your Daddy."

"Oh," Draco exclaimed, his hair falling all over his face. "My Father."

"Yes, that's what I said! Your Failure!"

'I haven't seen Father since the funeral,' Draco thought, searching through his memories. 'Unless he walked in on Harry and I... But we would have heard...Unless..."

"How did we get here?" Harry's voice came from the other side of the room, slicing the air around it.

"Meester Malfoy's Failure brought you 'ere." She stared at Draco, her eyes like empty pits of darkness, like descending darkness. "Your Failure will be coming to see you soon. Goodbye, Meester Potter, Meester Malfoy."

*~-~*

Harry watched as the strange woman left the room. Her hips swayed, a motion that all girls followed . He turned his head to look Draco in the eyes. Draco just stared back, his eyes grinding into Harry's.

"D-D-Draco!" Harry stuttered. "What are we going to do?"

"Nothing, Harry" Draco mumbled in reply.

"What!" Harry exclaimed. "But you're an Unspeakable, you should know how to get us out of here!"

Harry watched Draco slowly get up and move towards him.

"We can't escape, Harry," Draco spat. "Only people who have a ranking of 003 or higher have the knowledge to escape from a Death Eater prison."

With these words, Harry felt small. He wished he could fall into an endless sleep. He felt like it was all his fault. He remembered his intimate moment with Draco. How long ago was it? It could have been days for all Harry knew.

"What are we supposed to do until your father gets here?" Harry questioned.

Draco walked over to Harry, his trademark smirk plastered onto his face.

"Well, Harry," he began in a rather bemusing tone. "We could discuss the ways that we are most likely to die in the next few hours..." Draco then paused, and leant in closer to Harry, to whisper into his ear. "Or we could do something more... sensual."

In one swift move, Harry had pulled Draco towards him and was kissing him hard. Next thing Harry knew, he was on the dungeon floor with Draco on top of him, ravishing Draco's mouth with his own.

"Draco, we are probably going to die in a few hours time," Harry said, his voice trailing. "Do you want to do this?"

But Draco was too busy pulling at Harry's pants.

*~-~*

Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy was storming up the stairs of the tallest tower in the same castle where Draco and Harry were *busy*.

After walking in on his son and that Mudblood loving bastard having a good fuck, Lucius had immediately stunned them and taken them to a secret Death Eater Base under the English Channel. He had built the castle for his Ex Dark Lord, Voldemort, before Harry Potter had destroyed him. Now, it was a place for the formulation of evil plans and schemes.

"Oh, My God!" he heard a voice exclaim. "Look how long it is!"

Lucius loudly opened the door.

"What are you looking at!?" he bellowed, sounding like Lord Voldemort on a good day.

The two cloaked Death Eaters (Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle) turned around. They had lustful looks on their faces and drool sliding down their cheeks. And their eyes kept flicking up and down Lucius' body, making Lucius feel sick.

"Well!" Lucius shouted once again.

"Uh," Goyle began.

"Well - " Crabbe started.

Then they both turned and pointed at a small crystal ball. Lucius gracefully strode over and peered into it. Inside the ball was a very naked Harry Potter underneath an also very naked Draco Malfoy. The very naked Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were acting very much like rabbits (which would account for Crabbe and Goyle's drooling).

"What are you going to do about that?" Crabbe questioned once more absorbed in the images the crystal ball was producing.

"Vell, Meester Malfoy is going down there to take them to meet our new master," came the soft, female voice of the newest female Death Eater. "Vell, Meester Malfoy. Go get you son!"

Lucius quickly ran out of the tower and shut the door behind him. He slowly leaned towards the door, pressing his ear to the keyhole.

"And what do you intend to do about this?" Goyle's husky voice muttered.

"Enjoy the show?" the girl answered. "Come on, Goyle! Ve're still going to execute them vhen everyone gets here. Vhat does it matter vhat they do in the meantime?"

Lucius decided to stop listening at this point. It absolutely sickened him. His son, with another boy. His son, with another boy, and that other boy was Harry Potter. The only relationship Lucius would have permitted Draco to have was a relationship with Dre Sloveski (A/N Pronounced Slo-vesh-ki, it's my best friends first name, he he he I'm evil). Dre was the son of an old friend of Lucius' and he was handsome and utterly devoted to the dark arts. He was also gay, so Lucius decided he would be a good match for Draco. But then Draco had to become an Unspeakable, and Dre had to start asking questions. So Draco had handcuffed Dre and thown him into Azkaban. It had taken Lucius three years to get Dre out.

'Draco you fool!' Lucius thought to himself as he began to walk the long distance between the dungeons and the tower in which he was standing.

*~-~*

Much later...

They kissed slowly, tenderly, in the aftermath of their lovemaking.

"I must admit," murmured Draco as they came up for air, "this isn't how I expected to spend my last hours."

"Me neither," Harry murmured back. Draco really was different. He couldn't have changed more if he'd turned into Hagrid, dyed his hair fluro-orange and sprouted a third arm. Then they heard someone clear their throat. There was an opening in the dungeon, and standing in it was Lucius Malfoy.

"Put your robes back on and come along, both of you," Lucius hissed, chilling the air around him.

Without protesting, they obeyed. Harry kept his head held high, knowing well what was coming and determined to accept it.

"Now, Draco, I'm very disappointed in you," Lucius snarled.

'That must be the understatement of the year,' Harry mused.

"I have assigned you each your own personal guards," Lucius drawled. "To protect our Dark Lord."

"Harry," Draco hissed in Harry's ear. "Have you noticed that every time a Dark Lord is defeated, a new one pops up?"

Harry nodded in agreement, knowing that the wizarding world would just expect him to drop everything and fight this new evil being.

"Stay here," Lucius commanded. "And please be clothed when I return."

*~-~*

Draco studied Harry; his jumper was on backwards. Draco could see the tag poking out, gently tickling Harry's skin.

"Harry, your jumper is on backwards," Draco politely pointed out to Harry.

"Thanks, Draco," Harry mumbled, fixing his jumper. "Draco..."

"Yes, Harry?" Draco asked.

"When your father said that we had to keep our clothes on," Harry began, twiddling his fingers, "did he say that we couldn't kiss?"

Draco smiled at this and leant forward. He felt Harry grab his slender waist, and pull him forward. Draco felt his skin tingle as Harry's soft, lucious lips, met his own. He began to run his fingers through Harry's messy hair. It was soft and silky. Draco decided he loved Harry's hair. The way he could play with it, and it would never tangle or knot.

"What is this?" Draco felt Harry's body and warmth disappear as they sprang apart at the sound of his father's voice. "I thought I told you..."

"You told us to keep our clothes on!" Harry exclaimed.

With this, Lucius pulled Draco's arm and threw him into a Death Eater.

"Take him away from here," Lucius spat. "NOW!"

Draco felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his waist, and drag him away. Before he was dragged out of the room, he blew a final kiss to Harry.

*~-~*

Harry watched Draco, tears springing to his eyes.

"You," Lucius muttered to the other Death Eater. "Get him out of here as well!"

Harry felt a gentle tug at his sleeve, so he quickly followed the Death Eater into another room.

"Harry Potter," a female voice said from under the hood. "What am I to do with you?"

She ran her fingers down his clothed chest, tickling the skin underneath. Her hands were pale, nearly white. Harry gulped, then removed her hands.

"Don't touch me," he hissed moving away from her.

"Oh, Harry!" the voice exclaimed. "I thought you would love to be touched by me again."

Harry turned around, to find that the Death Eater had lowered her hood.

"Ginny!?"

*~-~*

Draco felt the strong figure push him onto the ground. Draco struggled, but the man's strong legs pinned him to the ground.

"Well, Draco, we meet again," the man purred, lifting his hood up and revealing a familiar face.

"Dre!?"

*~-~*

"That's my name, Darling." Ginny said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

"But why?" Harry questioned.

"Because Lucius Malfoy is a great fuck!"

*~-~*

"What!" Draco exclaimed. Fighting even harder to get Dre off.

"Because your father is a great fuck!" Dre repeated. "He was the reason I betrayed you. We'd been sleeping together for a year before we ended our relationship."

"How could you?"

*~-~*

"Have you seen his body, Harry?" Ginny said licking her lips. "And the fact that you were so busy with work and Quidditch, you didn't notice."

"But that's ... that's so wrong!" Harry exclaimed.

"Wrong! You and Colin were wrong. You and Malfoy are wrong!" Ginny screamed.

"No, our love is pure!" Harry exclaimed, his voice filled with pride.

"Then you deserve this more than I thought." Ginny said as she lifted her wand.

*~-~*

"Crucio," Dre cried.

Draco's body went numb. Draco felt cold, then intense pain. It felt like his body was being torn apart, then put back together, just to be torn again.

"Oh, Draco," Dre smoothly said, brushing his firm hand over Draco's cheek. "You could have been great, you and Voldemort ruling together. Getting rid of the Muggle plague-"

"They're not scum!" Draco cried. "They're just like us!"

"We're not equal. They're just insects, born for us to crush."

*~-~*

Harry stared at Ginny, her fiery red hair flowing around her face.

"How could you think that!?" Harry mumbled, not quite believing he once loved her.

Ginny was about to reply, when a slim figure appeared in the door way.

"Jinny." The voice was of the female he had met in the chamber with Draco. "You should get to practiss, I'll mind Meester Potter."

Ginny nodded, slamming the door behind her.

"Hurry, Mr. Potter," the girl said, her accent disappearing. "Put this on."

The girl threw a cloak at him and Harry caught it deftly. He could feel a familiar smooth texture. It was an invisibility cloak.

"Who are you?" Harry queried.

"Harry, don't you remember me?" the voice said. "It's me, Padma."

"Oh," Harry whispered, feeling stupid. He had heard about Padma becoming an Unspeakable.

"Aren't you an Unspeakable?" Harry asked his old schoolmate.

"Yes, I'm a 001," Padma said proudly. "Now put the cloak on and follow me."

*~-~*

Draco stared at Dre in disbelief. Didn't he used to like Muggles?

"Who are you," Draco cried. "You're not the Dre I knew."

"No, I've changed," Dre chuckled. "I've grown wiser. Crucio!"

Draco felt his body go numb again, but instead of his body just bursting, his mind followed in suit.

"Dre!" a familiar voice cried. "Sometheen's happened to the Death Eater guarding Meester Potter. She's disappeared. Luceeus wants you to check it out. Now!"

Draco watched Dre nod then bolt out of the room.

"Oh, thank heavens it worked!" the familiar voice of Padma Patil cried.

"P-P-Padma!?" Draco asked, his voice shaking.

"The one and only," Padma answered. "Oi, Harry, reveal yourself."

Harry threw off the invisibility cloak and ran towards Draco. Draco felt Harry's arms around his body.

"Oh, Harry," Draco cried, kissing Harry's neck. "I was so worried."

"Ooh, I see why you liked him," Harry said, kissing Draco on the cheek. "I'm just joking!" he added hastily when he saw Draco's glare.

"Okay, boys, Lord Voldemort has been revived again, but he is very weak, like a new born kitten. I've slipped poison into his drink, and found enough information to put all his loyal Death Eaters into Azkaban for life." Padma said quickly. "Oh, and before I forget. Your mother sends her love, Draco. Now, follow me."

Draco grasped Harry's hand and began to follow Padma.

*~-~*

They walked for what seemed like forever. Harry was still clutching Draco's hand, not wanting to leave him. Suddenly, Padma stopped and grabbed a pot.

"Take the powder, turn left at the first intersection and enter the third door on your right," Padma began, brushing hair off her sweaty forehead. "In the room, you'll find a fire place. Floo back home, Harry, and, Draco, report back to 000."

Then, with out another word, Harry felt Draco pull at his arm. They continued to run down the long passage until they came to the intersection. They turned left and went through the third door on the right.

"Incendio," Harry heard Draco mutter, as he let go of Harry's hand.

"I don't know what you're going to do now, but I'm going home," Harry whispered, planting a final kiss on Draco's pale lips. He grabbed some powder out of the pot he was holding, shoved it into Draco's hands, stepped into the fire place, dropped the powder and said his final destination. "Cymbeline."

*~-~*

Draco jotted down the unusual name, Cymbeline. Draco racked his brain; he had heard the word before.

'Cymbeline...Ah-ha!' Draco thought to himself. 'Cymbeline was one of the many plays the Muggle playwright, William Shakespeare, wrote.' He remembered studying the play in lessons as a child. His father had respected the dead man for his gift with words.

Draco shook his head and grabbed some of the powder from the pot Harry had thrown to him. He stepped into the fire and muttered his destination as he slowly dropped the fine, sooty powder.

*~-~*

*~ One Week Later ~*

Harry saw it; a glint of fluttering gold. He leaned forward, gaining speed. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Ginny was following him, hoping that she would get there first. Harry looked forward and noticed someone watching him from the crowd. It was Draco. Harry hadn't seen him since the incident, but he was dying to do so. As he caught the small, walnut sized, golden ball, he raised his hand which was tightly clutching it, signaling that the game was now over.

"Harry Potter has caught the snitch! Puddlemere United wins!" the announcer shouted for all to hear.

Harry flew over to Draco and bent down and whispered something in his ear, ignoring the stares he was getting.

"Meet me at my place. The floo destination is Cymbeline." Harry then flew off to get changed.

*~-~*

Draco flooed over to Harry's as soon as he saw Harry leave the quidditch pitch. Draco arrived, soot and smoke everywhere. Harry's apartment was more like a house than an apartment. It was huge. Draco heard some singing from the kitchen. It was Harry.

"Oh, Draco, 'Shall I compare thee to a Summer's Day?' Harry began, Sonnet XVIII was one of Draco's favorites. "Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of may,

And Summers lease hath all too short a date:

Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

And every from fair sometimes declines,

By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed;

But thy eternal Summer shall not fade,

Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,

Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

So long lives this and, and gives life to thee."

Harry walked out of the kitchen, and wrapped his arms around Draco's slim waist.

"Harry, I think I l-l-love you," Draco stammered.

"Draco, I love you back," Harry replied. But before Draco could answer, he silenced him with a kiss.

*~-~*

"Oh, my god!"

After hearing the voice, Harry pushed Draco's head away and zipped up his pants. He quickly spun around. There was Hermione, covering her daughter's eyes with one hand and the other trying to restrain a rampaging Ron.

"Ron, go take Gabrielle to your parents, now!" Hermione commanded, as Ron left she faced Harry. "You better explain this, Harry."

Harry felt Draco wrap his slim arms around his own waist.

"I'm going to take a shower, okay," Draco mumbled, leaving the room then reentering it. "Uh, Harry, where's the bathroom?"

"Third door down the hall," Harry replied. He then faced Hermione. "Uh, well... it all began when I wore a hula skirt and coconut bra..."

*~-~*

The End