All I Ever Wanted Was the World

Chapter 2

Draco woke from his sleep, wincing from the backing of the wooden chair. Being pressed up against the firm backing for a whole night was highly regrettable, to say the least.

He saw the raven haired boy stir on the floor in the corner, his stomach making him grimace as he shifted in the chair.
"Cut it out. You're a Malfoy." He muttered under his breath, running a hand through his slightly disheveled blond hair.

Finally, Harry sat up and adjusted his glasses.
He didn't want to speak to Malfoy, not did he want to even do so much as look at him either. As a result, he fell asleep as to avoid both of these things.

"If only I wasn't stupid enough, I should've known better than not to trust Hermione and Ron..." He thought quietly before stretching his arms in front of himself.

"Have a good sleep, Potter?"
Harry internally groaned.
Even as a captive, could he not be left alone?

He rolled his eyes and pressed himself against the wall. He pulled his knees to his chest and with a mental huff, put his hands to his head.
There was a pause as the other wizard got comfortable before a loud crack broke the silence.

In surprise and shock, Harry opened his eyes and jumped up, watching from his spot in the cell.
A house elf appeared as Draco muttered under his breath.
"Young master Malfoy! I've come to ask you for breakfast, yes sir! Mistress worries for you! She does!" The squeaky and rather loud voice rang throughout the dungeon, making Harry wince as he began to shift and move over to the bars slowly.

"Ah yes, yes. Whatever she says is fine, get going now." He'd shooed the elf, his eyes narrowing at the small thing he seemed to be inferior.
"Yes master! LouLou will do so!" She squealed happily, vanishing with yet another crack.
"Stupid house elf..." He murmured, turning back to his chair just as Harry narrowed his eyes.

"You're the stupid one here, Malfoy. " He said flatly, realizing that Hermoine truly had rubbed off on him and he had not quite meant to vocalize his thoughts aloud.
Not that he minded the thought of Hermione's club. He was already starting to miss his friends.

"Now, now, Potter. I'm sure they'll bring you scraps of food like you enjoy." The blond waved him off, his usual sneer gone from his face as he noticed the immediate change in look from the boy. 

Had he realized Harry had looked pale and twitched slightly, he'd have realized something was indeed wrong.

"What? I'm sorry, did you expect a King's meal? You're a prisoner."
There was no response for a long while.
Draco felt uncomfortable.
There was another crack as LouLou the house elf  appeared, and she held a tray out, handing it over as Draco reached for it.
She disappeared in a moment, which startled Draco as he hadn't even told her to go yet.
Soon enough, she appeared again and went over to the cell, a tray in hand as she slid it through the slot.

"Master says to feed Harry Potter! Yes he did!" Her big eyes shone as she glimpsed at the boy before turning around to a shocked Draco.
"Thank you.." He managed a small, unsure smile as he let out a sigh of relief.

"..Father ordered you to do this?"

Draco questioned with disbelief, his pale eyes wide with shock and slight panic.
"Oh yes indeed!" The house elf squeaked, blinking quickly.
"He's coming down here later, yes he is!" She squealed finally, disappearing with a loud pop.

Draco groaned mentally, seating himself in the chair before eating slowly. He watched the other, rolling his eyes at how Harry had turned around and leaned against the bars before eating.

"Nice backside, Potter." Draco huffed our offhandedly, deciding that he would take any chance he could to demean Potter as he took a drink from his cup.

"Oh sod off, Malfoy!" The boy retorted angrily, sending a small glare over his shoulder before continuing.
They both ate in silence; the only sounds that were made came from the clinking of silverware.

The blond got comfortable, leaving his plate on the small desk near him before sighing and crossing his legs.
"...Malfoy could you, er, get the plate?...I don't want to push it out and break it."
Harry spoke in a rush, finally moving from his position to turn around.

Draco let out undignified sound of annoyance, "Hold it until the elf gets here, I'm  not going to get it for you."

The boy said nothing more and seated himself against the bars with the plate beside him.
"Fine." was the only response that Draco got before he began fiddling with his wand.

Harry wasn't quite sure how to feel.
He was angry, but moreover he was feeling utterly stupid.

If Voldemort had better followers, it was probably good that he got stuck with Malfoy...Who knows what would've happened if he got around the other Death Eaters?
Harry visibly shivered, catching Draco's attention for a moment.

If only he wasn't the Chosen One.
He would probably love to trade lives with anyone, bloody hell if it meant being Ron for the rest of his life!
He'd have a family that cared, brothers and a sister.. a father and a mother..
With these thoughts in mind, Harry let his mind run wild with thoughts of his two friends that began to plague his mind..
They were the two best things that happened to him.
Sirius was the next best thing but...
His godfather was gone for good.
The dark haired boy closed his eyes, taking a deep, shuddering breath before finally getting rid of the tenseness in his shoulders.

"Give me the bloody plate, Potter." Malfoy was standing next to the bars, looking annoyed as he stood with his hands out.

He got up and held out the plate, sliding it slowly through the slot.
Once Malfoy had his hands on it, Harry grabbed the blonde's wrists, pulling him towards himself, more specifically, towards the bars.
"I don't know what you're playing at, Potter, but if you don't let me go, I won't hesitate to hex you." He ground out, his eyes narrowing with the threat.
His brows were furrowed and his eyes narrowed, his lips curling back into a sneer.

"Oh you bloody-" Harry hissed, stopping himself before he could say anything else.

Malfoy's eyes went wide and his face paled.

Harry just glared and plopped back onto the ground, soon realizing that Malfoy couldn't have possibly understood because he'd just spoken parseltonge.
He hadn't meant for that to slip out.

"My father will hear about this..." Draco muttered, but his face was pale as he placed down the plate and adjusted the cuffs on his sleeves.

"I'm sure he already has, Draco."
A deep voice echoed through the cold and grey room.

"Father-" The blond spun on his heel, eyes wide as he internally grimaced before bowing his head slightly.
"He grabbed me- I did nothing to incite such behavior! He must be-"

"That's enough, Draco." Lucius told his son, walking ever so slowly towards the cell with an even pace.

"The Dark Lord will arrive in a few days, he has business to attend to and as do I. Don't mess this up."  There was a note of disgust in his father's words, because Draco knew that if he did not follow through with the plan, their entire family would be at risk.
And it was all pinned on him.

"I'll leave it to you..I will say this again. Do not mess this up."

And with that, his father was gone and out of the dungeon.