Drarry - It Was All Just a Game (REWRITE - MATURE VERSION)

CHAPTER 46 - MALFOY MANOR

"Bloody hell," Ron cursed under his breath as snatchers dragged him, Hermione, and Harry down a cobblestone walkway. How they got there... that was a bad situation with really bad timing.

Since the last time he'd seen Draco via the spell, they went to Xenophilius Lovegood's home. And well, long story short, there was now a giant gate with a curly 'M' welded onto the front of it.

Obviously, it went well.

Harry's heart raced, his face tingling and numb from the spell that Hermione had used on it.

He promised him he wouldn't get caught—fuck, why did they apparate so far West? They should have gone East.

The snatchers guided them to the gates, where Bellatrix waited for them.

Fuck fuck fuck. Ron and Hermione might die, too.

He swallowed as one of them brought Harry's face right to the cold bars. Bellatrix peaked through and whispered, "Get Draco."

Oooohhh Draco's going to be furious with him. Fuck, if Voldemort wasn't going to kill him, Draco was.

But at the same time, he got to see Draco.

Solidly. Maybe he'd even get to stand near him—would you stop obsessing over your ex-boyfriend for five fucking minutes?

Really, Harry was about to put Draco in a horrible, dangerous, traumatic situation that Draco had told him he feared.

Draco had to identify the love of his life and decide who got to kill Harry.

Fuck, he didn't mean to do this to him, not after everything Draco already had to get through.

Through swollen eyes, Harry saw glimpses of Malfoy Manor, and chills went up his spine at the stories that Draco had told him. It was basically a mansion full of torture chambers.

And Harry was about to go into one.

This was it. This might be Harry's end. They hadn't gotten all the Horcruxes yet, and here he'd die at the hand of his lover.

A sudden force knocked Harry to his knees, and Bellatrix grabbed him by his hair. Footsteps walked towards him, and through glossy eyes, he saw white blond hair and mercury eyes.

Harry's stomach twisted and heart leaped simultaneously. Hey Ferret, fancy meeting you here after you told me you never wanted to see me again and you'd have a mental breakdown if you ever did.

And despite what he had told Harry, Draco didn't look that scared. Concerned, yes, but he had his mask on brilliantly.

Fuck, he looked gorgeous—shut up Harry! Now is not the time.

"Well," Bellatrix asked.

Draco hesitated, "I can't be sure." I am absolutely sure.

Because his arm burned. How could he not be Harry Potter in front of him—after he promised he wouldn't come. I'm literally going to kill you if no one else does, you arsehole.

Then, Draco felt a hand on his neck. "Look closely, son. If we are the ones to hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, all would be forgiven. All would be as it was, do you understand?"

Get off of me, you deadbeat vermin. Don't you know I have a soulmate I'm scolding in my head?

"Now we won't be forgetting who actually caught him in, I hope, Mr. Malfoy."

Lucius growled. "You dare talk to me like that in my own house—"

"Lucius!" Narcissa pulled Lucius off of Draco, enough so he could take a breath.