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Title: The Recovery Boys Part XIV
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content

Summary: The war is over...OK, now what? Harry Potter feels like he can really start living life! While one Draco Malfoy is about to give up on it after losing almost everything. Can these two lonely boys find salvation? Together? In each other?

***This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.

"Lestrange, you bitch!" Harry swore. Beside him, Draco clutched the material of Harry's shirt.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, you really ought to have cleaned up your mouth when you had the chance," Bellatrix said calmly. "Good work, Draco."

Harry was sure his heart had stopped, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. He looked at Draco, who was determinedly staring at his feet.

"Bet you didn't know that about your boyfriend, did you? It was all a plan from the beginning. Saving the Mudblood, Draco living with you, us kidnapping him. It was all a plan to get to you. To get you here. And it's all thanks to Draco."

"Don't listen to her!" Draco shouted. He turned to Harry, looking him in the eye. "Please, I love you. Don't listen to her." Draco gripped Harry's arm with both of his hands.

Bellatrix laughed. "You can really stop the facade, Draco. You've already proven what a good actor you are. You made Harry Potter believe himself in love with you, and that you actually loved him back."

"I never wanted to be part of your 'plan', you crazy bitch!" Draco yelled. "Please, Harry, you have to believe me!"

Harry wanted to believe him. Sweet Merlin, he wanted to believe that Draco was telling the truth. Draco was hiding something. Of that Harry could be sure. But Draco also did love Harry. Harry knew that with all of his heart, because he loved Draco, too. Harry slid his arm around Draco's waist. Draco stiffened at first, and then he relaxed into Harry's embrace.

"Nice try, Lestrange," Harry said bitterly. "But it's going to take a lot more than a few words to break me and Draco up. I don't expect someone like you to recognize love, but that's what Draco and I share. And that's something you can't take away!"

But...I...I thought...WE HAD A DEAL!!!" Bellatrix shrieked.

"Deal's off," Draco told her. Though his voice was calm, Draco had an extremely tight hold on Harry. And Harry could see the beads of sweat beginning to break out on Draco's forehead.

"You little coward! How dare you betray me! What would your parents think? What would they say?"

"Don't you talk about them!" Draco exclaimed. "Don't you say their names!"

"Why not?" Bellatrix asked casually. "My sister was killed by her own husband, after all."

Harry could literally feel the breath leaving his body. He turned to Draco, at a loss for words.

"B-but...I-I..." Harry stuttered. "I...thought...Voldemort..."

"Yes, he did want both of them dead," Bellatrix interjected nastily. "But it was Lucius who killed Narcissa."

"Draco, is this true?" Harry asked. Slowly, Draco nodded. "But...why?" Harry couldn't understand. What would possess a man to kill his own wife?

"Because she was in the way," Draco said.

"Of what?" Harry asked. Though he really didn't want to know the answer.

"Me," Draco whispered. It was barely audible, but to Harry it was as if he had screamed it.

"It really is a pity, too. She needn't have died," Bellatrix said calmly, picking the dirt out from under her fingernails.

"You shut it!" Harry snapped at her. He turned back to Draco, who had suddenly lost a lot of color.

"He didn't have a choice," Draco said.

"What do you mean? Of course he had a choice. You always have a choice, Dray," Harry told him.

"Easy for you to say! I deserved to die! I still do!" Draco suddenly had that panicked, flighty look about him. Like some wild thing that was about to be shoved in a cage.

"Don't say that, Draco," Harry said firmly. "Killing your own child isn't something parents who love you do. If he we're still alive I'd kill him, I swear."

"But he didn't have a choice! He's still my father! He loved me!" Draco insisted.

More like he loved having an heir, Harry wanted to say. But he didn't. Harry really couldn't understand it. How could Draco still have so much love for the man who had killed his mother? It couldn't just be that Lucius was Draco's flesh and blood. After all, the Dursleys had hardly ever laid a finger on Harry, yet he despised everything about them. And Lucius, Harry was sure, had been abusive to Draco (and most likely to Draco's mother as well), but Draco could forgive him everything.

"It really is a shame that Lucius isn't still alive. He would kill you, along with your lover. And this time 'mother' isn't here to save you," Bellatrix said, picking at the tip of her wand. Harry had been so caught up with Draco that he had almost forgotten Bellatrix was still there. Harry glared at her, pulling Draco tighter against his chest. "It's also too bad that I wasn't there in the first place," Bellatrix continued. "I'm certain I wouldn't have missed. Though perhaps that's a good thing. I would never have been able to get Harry here without you, Draco. You helped whether it was intentional or not."

Harry didn't think he would ever be this confused again in his life, though that alleged life wouldn't be too long if Bellatrix had anything to say about it. As far as Harry could tell, Lucius had wanted to kill Draco, Narcissa had gotten in the way and Lucius had ended up killing her instead. And then Bellatrix had composed this whole 'plan' which she thought included Draco. But Draco insisted that he wanted nothing to do with her. Saving Hermione had been part of the 'plan', according to Bellatrix. But if Draco didn't want to be part of that plan, Harry had to wonder why it was he saved her. And then Lucius was also dead. But Harry didn't know how, and by whose hand. Harry glanced at Draco. He had his eyes closed. What was it that he was hiding? What was it that he was hiding from? Harry and Draco would need to have a very long, very serious conversation...that is, if they made it out alive. As the time went on, Harry feared that their chances of doing that were getting slimmer and slimmer.

"I'm feeling that I'm in an uncharacteristically generous mood," Bellatrix said. "I'll give you one more chance to join me, Draco. Come now, think of it. What would your mother want you to do?"

"She would want me to live," Draco admitted.

"That's right," Bellatrix said silkily. "And what is the easiest and only way to assure that you live?"

"By joining you," Draco answered in monotone.

"Good boy," Bellatrix said. "You would be a fool not to take my offer."

"NO!" Draco shouted. "I don't care! I don't want anything to do with you!"

"Then you will die, along with your half-blood boyfriend. I'm disappointed in you, Draco. I thought family meant more to you than this. I thought the Malfoy name was important to you," Bellatrix sneered.

"That name died with my father," Draco responded coldly.

"You're mistaken, my dear," Bellatrix said mockingly. "That name will die with you, tonight."

Draco shook his head and buried his face in Harry's chest. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco possessively. Harry was angry. He couldn't ever remember being this angry. He hated that bitch. He was sick and tired of hearing her talk. He was tired of her voice. He had once heard Bellatrix described as being beautiful, and maybe at one time Harry thought so, too. But now, when he looked at her, all he saw was ugly. She was an ugly, bitter, selfish hag and Harry wanted her to die. Harry didn't even believe in killing, yet he was willing to throw aside that belief and kill her himself. That went for Lucius as well, were he still alive.

Harry glanced around the room. There were two masked Death Eaters guarding the door. Several more were standing about the room. Bellatrix had sprawled herself lavishly across the throne. She had leaned her head against her propped up arm as she spoke to Harry and Draco. Harry took another desperate look around the room. The only exit was the door they had previously entered. In other words, they were doomed. Draco had hidden his face entirely by this time and was shaking very badly.

"I never wanted to become a Death Eater," Draco whimpered into Harry's chest. Harry was strangely reminded of a puppy.

"Is that why...?" Harry started to say, but he didn't want to finish it. It was too horrible. Harry didn't want to believe it. He couldn't.

Draco nodded. "My mother didn't want me to, either. She didn't want that life for me. I didn't want that life for me."

"Enough!" Bellatrix shrieked, jumping up from her throne. "You're obviously aren't with me, so that means you have to die!" She then gave a very unnerving smile. "But first I think I want to see you suffer!"

The Death Eaters suddenly surrounded Harry and Draco, pulling them apart. Draco tried desperately to hold onto Harry. But his efforts were in vain. In the chaos, Harry's wand went flying out of his hands and landed on the floor far away from him. Two Death Eaters lifted a struggling Draco up on the altar, while two more held an equally struggling Harry back.

Bellatrix descended the stairs elegantly. Her wand was in her hand and she was wearing an expression that suggested her great joy. She got to the altar, where Draco looked up at her, fear lacing his eyes. Bellatrix drew a candle out of her robes and lit it with her wand. She held it close to Draco's face. Even from his distance, Harry could see the fire reflected in Draco's eyes.

"It wasn't very nice of you to deceive me, Draco," Bellatrix said caressing Draco's blond locks with the hand that was holding her wand. "I thought I taught you better than that." And with that, Bellatrix held the flame to Draco's cheek. Draco screamed, and his scream echoed throughout the room. It was sickening. Harry tried to break free of his captors, but it was no use. He couldn't do anything. Bellatrix pulled the candle away, laughing. Tears were streaming down Draco's face.

"Enjoying the show, deary?" Bellatrix asked Harry nastily.

"YOU BITCH! YOU COW! LET HIM GO!" Harry roared. "I SWEAR IF YOU DON"T LET HIM GO, YOU"LL BE SORRY!" Harry this angry actually was very frightening and the Death Eaters holding him back were a little intimidated. Bellatrix, however, just laughed again.

"And what is it that you can do?" she sneered.

Harry felt the heat rising up inside of him. He wouldn't be able to control himself in a few seconds, and maybe that was a good thing. And then, it happened. One second Bellatrix was laughing, the next she was shrieking. The flames of the candle she was holding suddenly shot up, creating a long line of fire. But it wasn't just that candle. It was every candle and torch in the room. The flames were all touching the ceiling. They danced and moved about, weaving around each other, and then they abruptly came to a halt.

The Death Eaters who were restraining Harry were momentarily stunned by the sight, and they loosened their grip on him. Harry broke free running to Draco and pulling him off the altar. Draco, weak and groggy, fell to the floor. Harry kneeled next to him, lifting Draco's chin with his hand to look at his burn. It took up most of Draco's left cheek. Draco was hyperventilating and seemed to be in shock. His eyes were wildly moving around, not focusing on anything.

Bellatrix ignored the flames and pointed her wand at Harry and Draco, who both froze. But the fire, it appeared, didn't like being ignored and shot towards Bellatrix, setting her and the other Death Eaters on fire. They all wildly ran out the door, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Once they were gone, the flames disappeared. Harry scooped Draco up into his arms, picked up his wand from the other side of the room and Apparated the fuck out of there.

Description
Title: The Recovery Boys Part XIV
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content

Summary: The war is over...OK, now what? Harry Potter feels like he can really start living life! While one Draco Malfoy is about to give up on it after losing almost everything. Can these two lonely boys find salvation? Together? In each other?

***This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.

"Lestrange, you bitch!" Harry swore. Beside him, Draco clutched the material of Harry's shirt.

"Harry, Harry, Harry, you really ought to have cleaned up your mouth when you had the chance," Bellatrix said calmly. "Good work, Draco."

Harry was sure his heart had stopped, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat. He looked at Draco, who was determinedly staring at his feet.

"Bet you didn't know that about your boyfriend, did you? It was all a plan from the beginning. Saving the Mudblood, Draco living with you, us kidnapping him. It was all a plan to get to you. To get you here. And it's all thanks to Draco."

"Don't listen to her!" Draco shouted. He turned to Harry, looking him in the eye. "Please, I love you. Don't listen to her." Draco gripped Harry's arm with both of his hands.

Bellatrix laughed. "You can really stop the facade, Draco. You've already proven what a good actor you are. You made Harry Potter believe himself in love with you, and that you actually loved him back."

"I never wanted to be part of your 'plan', you crazy bitch!" Draco yelled. "Please, Harry, you have to believe me!"

Harry wanted to believe him. Sweet Merlin, he wanted to believe that Draco was telling the truth. Draco was hiding something. Of that Harry could be sure. But Draco also did love Harry. Harry knew that with all of his heart, because he loved Draco, too. Harry slid his arm around Draco's waist. Draco stiffened at first, and then he relaxed into Harry's embrace.

"Nice try, Lestrange," Harry said bitterly. "But it's going to take a lot more than a few words to break me and Draco up. I don't expect someone like you to recognize love, but that's what Draco and I share. And that's something you can't take away!"

But...I...I thought...WE HAD A DEAL!!!" Bellatrix shrieked.

"Deal's off," Draco told her. Though his voice was calm, Draco had an extremely tight hold on Harry. And Harry could see the beads of sweat beginning to break out on Draco's forehead.

"You little coward! How dare you betray me! What would your parents think? What would they say?"

"Don't you talk about them!" Draco exclaimed. "Don't you say their names!"

"Why not?" Bellatrix asked casually. "My sister was killed by her own husband, after all."

Harry could literally feel the breath leaving his body. He turned to Draco, at a loss for words.

"B-but...I-I..." Harry stuttered. "I...thought...Voldemort..."

"Yes, he did want both of them dead," Bellatrix interjected nastily. "But it was Lucius who killed Narcissa."

"Draco, is this true?" Harry asked. Slowly, Draco nodded. "But...why?" Harry couldn't understand. What would possess a man to kill his own wife?

"Because she was in the way," Draco said.

"Of what?" Harry asked. Though he really didn't want to know the answer.

"Me," Draco whispered. It was barely audible, but to Harry it was as if he had screamed it.

"It really is a pity, too. She needn't have died," Bellatrix said calmly, picking the dirt out from under her fingernails.

"You shut it!" Harry snapped at her. He turned back to Draco, who had suddenly lost a lot of color.

"He didn't have a choice," Draco said.

"What do you mean? Of course he had a choice. You always have a choice, Dray," Harry told him.

"Easy for you to say! I deserved to die! I still do!" Draco suddenly had that panicked, flighty look about him. Like some wild thing that was about to be shoved in a cage.

"Don't say that, Draco," Harry said firmly. "Killing your own child isn't something parents who love you do. If he we're still alive I'd kill him, I swear."

"But he didn't have a choice! He's still my father! He loved me!" Draco insisted.

More like he loved having an heir, Harry wanted to say. But he didn't. Harry really couldn't understand it. How could Draco still have so much love for the man who had killed his mother? It couldn't just be that Lucius was Draco's flesh and blood. After all, the Dursleys had hardly ever laid a finger on Harry, yet he despised everything about them. And Lucius, Harry was sure, had been abusive to Draco (and most likely to Draco's mother as well), but Draco could forgive him everything.

"It really is a shame that Lucius isn't still alive. He would kill you, along with your lover. And this time 'mother' isn't here to save you," Bellatrix said, picking at the tip of her wand. Harry had been so caught up with Draco that he had almost forgotten Bellatrix was still there. Harry glared at her, pulling Draco tighter against his chest. "It's also too bad that I wasn't there in the first place," Bellatrix continued. "I'm certain I wouldn't have missed. Though perhaps that's a good thing. I would never have been able to get Harry here without you, Draco. You helped whether it was intentional or not."

Harry didn't think he would ever be this confused again in his life, though that alleged life wouldn't be too long if Bellatrix had anything to say about it. As far as Harry could tell, Lucius had wanted to kill Draco, Narcissa had gotten in the way and Lucius had ended up killing her instead. And then Bellatrix had composed this whole 'plan' which she thought included Draco. But Draco insisted that he wanted nothing to do with her. Saving Hermione had been part of the 'plan', according to Bellatrix. But if Draco didn't want to be part of that plan, Harry had to wonder why it was he saved her. And then Lucius was also dead. But Harry didn't know how, and by whose hand. Harry glanced at Draco. He had his eyes closed. What was it that he was hiding? What was it that he was hiding from? Harry and Draco would need to have a very long, very serious conversation...that is, if they made it out alive. As the time went on, Harry feared that their chances of doing that were getting slimmer and slimmer.

"I'm feeling that I'm in an uncharacteristically generous mood," Bellatrix said. "I'll give you one more chance to join me, Draco. Come now, think of it. What would your mother want you to do?"

"She would want me to live," Draco admitted.

"That's right," Bellatrix said silkily. "And what is the easiest and only way to assure that you live?"

"By joining you," Draco answered in monotone.

"Good boy," Bellatrix said. "You would be a fool not to take my offer."

"NO!" Draco shouted. "I don't care! I don't want anything to do with you!"

"Then you will die, along with your half-blood boyfriend. I'm disappointed in you, Draco. I thought family meant more to you than this. I thought the Malfoy name was important to you," Bellatrix sneered.

"That name died with my father," Draco responded coldly.

"You're mistaken, my dear," Bellatrix said mockingly. "That name will die with you, tonight."

Draco shook his head and buried his face in Harry's chest. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco possessively. Harry was angry. He couldn't ever remember being this angry. He hated that bitch. He was sick and tired of hearing her talk. He was tired of her voice. He had once heard Bellatrix described as being beautiful, and maybe at one time Harry thought so, too. But now, when he looked at her, all he saw was ugly. She was an ugly, bitter, selfish hag and Harry wanted her to die. Harry didn't even believe in killing, yet he was willing to throw aside that belief and kill her himself. That went for Lucius as well, were he still alive.

Harry glanced around the room. There were two masked Death Eaters guarding the door. Several more were standing about the room. Bellatrix had sprawled herself lavishly across the throne. She had leaned her head against her propped up arm as she spoke to Harry and Draco. Harry took another desperate look around the room. The only exit was the door they had previously entered. In other words, they were doomed. Draco had hidden his face entirely by this time and was shaking very badly.

"I never wanted to become a Death Eater," Draco whimpered into Harry's chest. Harry was strangely reminded of a puppy.

"Is that why...?" Harry started to say, but he didn't want to finish it. It was too horrible. Harry didn't want to believe it. He couldn't.

Draco nodded. "My mother didn't want me to, either. She didn't want that life for me. I didn't want that life for me."

"Enough!" Bellatrix shrieked, jumping up from her throne. "You're obviously aren't with me, so that means you have to die!" She then gave a very unnerving smile. "But first I think I want to see you suffer!"

The Death Eaters suddenly surrounded Harry and Draco, pulling them apart. Draco tried desperately to hold onto Harry. But his efforts were in vain. In the chaos, Harry's wand went flying out of his hands and landed on the floor far away from him. Two Death Eaters lifted a struggling Draco up on the altar, while two more held an equally struggling Harry back.

Bellatrix descended the stairs elegantly. Her wand was in her hand and she was wearing an expression that suggested her great joy. She got to the altar, where Draco looked up at her, fear lacing his eyes. Bellatrix drew a candle out of her robes and lit it with her wand. She held it close to Draco's face. Even from his distance, Harry could see the fire reflected in Draco's eyes.

"It wasn't very nice of you to deceive me, Draco," Bellatrix said caressing Draco's blond locks with the hand that was holding her wand. "I thought I taught you better than that." And with that, Bellatrix held the flame to Draco's cheek. Draco screamed, and his scream echoed throughout the room. It was sickening. Harry tried to break free of his captors, but it was no use. He couldn't do anything. Bellatrix pulled the candle away, laughing. Tears were streaming down Draco's face.

"Enjoying the show, deary?" Bellatrix asked Harry nastily.

"YOU BITCH! YOU COW! LET HIM GO!" Harry roared. "I SWEAR IF YOU DON"T LET HIM GO, YOU"LL BE SORRY!" Harry this angry actually was very frightening and the Death Eaters holding him back were a little intimidated. Bellatrix, however, just laughed again.

"And what is it that you can do?" she sneered.

Harry felt the heat rising up inside of him. He wouldn't be able to control himself in a few seconds, and maybe that was a good thing. And then, it happened. One second Bellatrix was laughing, the next she was shrieking. The flames of the candle she was holding suddenly shot up, creating a long line of fire. But it wasn't just that candle. It was every candle and torch in the room. The flames were all touching the ceiling. They danced and moved about, weaving around each other, and then they abruptly came to a halt.

The Death Eaters who were restraining Harry were momentarily stunned by the sight, and they loosened their grip on him. Harry broke free running to Draco and pulling him off the altar. Draco, weak and groggy, fell to the floor. Harry kneeled next to him, lifting Draco's chin with his hand to look at his burn. It took up most of Draco's left cheek. Draco was hyperventilating and seemed to be in shock. His eyes were wildly moving around, not focusing on anything.

Bellatrix ignored the flames and pointed her wand at Harry and Draco, who both froze. But the fire, it appeared, didn't like being ignored and shot towards Bellatrix, setting her and the other Death Eaters on fire. They all wildly ran out the door, screaming at the top of their lungs.

Once they were gone, the flames disappeared. Harry scooped Draco up into his arms, picked up his wand from the other side of the room and Apparated the fuck out of there.