Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Thirty-Five

Draco was thrown into someplace he knew all too well - the Malfoy Manors dungeon.

"I'll be back soon enough. Don't go anywhere." Lucius spoke, his voice echoing dauntingly against the dungeon walls.

By now the ropes had worn off, and Draco was able to move freely.
He watched as his father locked the door, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts.
But then it hit him.

Harry.

Draco looked around frantically, scanning the dimly lit area.

"Harry?" His voice rasped.
He stood up slowly, his legs wobbly.

"Harry?" He repeated.

He heard a small groan echo, causing his heart to skip.

He followed the small noise, his eyes landing on a body-shaped figure lying on the ground.

Draco sank to his knees, gently cupping Harry's cheeks with his cold hands, "Harry. Harry, wake up." Draco ordered, slapping his Cheek lightly.

"Harry James Potter, I swear to Merlin himself if you don't wake up I will actually hex you."

Draco's heart sank when no comment came out of Harry's mouth.

"Harry..." his voice cracked.

He grabbed Harry's wrist and felt for a pulse.
Ba-dum...

Ba-dum...

They were slow, uneven.

Draco went to grab his wand, before remembering his father had already taken it. Letting out an uneven breath, he raised his hand, slapping Harry across his cheek as hard as he could, getting an instant reaction from Harry - who jolted up.

"Wha-" Harry's sentence was cut short once Draco tackled him to the dusty floor again, his arms wrapped around him.

"You absolute git! I can't believe you thought it was a good idea to leave me! You stupid Gryffindor!" Draco cried out, his voice muffled from Harry's shirt. "Why did I even let you go? Christ. We should've stayed at Hogwarts..."

Harry wrapped his arms around Draco, "I know. I'm sorry."

Draco didn't reply. He was busy soaking up Harry. Busy feeling his boyfriends chest rise and fall. Busy thinking of all the terrible things that could've - that could happen.

"Draco," Harry started, "where are we?"

Right, Draco thought.

"We're in the Malfoy Manor... in the dungeon."

He felt Harry's heart quicken.

"Right. I thought I recognized it." Harry mumbled, "shouldn't we be focusing on trying to find a way to get out?"

Draco nodded, reluctantly getting off of Harry, helping him up in the process.

As soon as they got up, Lucius appeared in the doorway - on top of the stairs. "Good, you're awake. Smith, Creswell, get them."

Not long after two death Eaters rushed down the stairs and into the dungeon. Onr grabbed Harry by the arms, forcefully shoving him farther.

"Oi- don't touch him!" Draco ordered, shoving the Death Eater off him.

"Draco, I'm fine. Do as they say." Harry ordered.

Draco clenched his jaw, but did as told, guilt and regret filling his stomach.

You idiot. You knew this would happen. You knew dating Potter was putting him in danger. And what do you do? Date him anyway. You absolute bigot.

They were taken up the stairs and into an office- and office Draco recognized immediately. An office which made Draco's insides churn with anxiety. The office in which Draco was beaten every day... the one where two of the three unforgivable's were used on him - by both his father and Lord Voldemort.

Harry easily noticed Draco's anxiety-filled eyes as soon as they stepped inside an office like room.
He wanted so badly to comfort his boyfriend, but he knew if he tried he would've been hexed.

Harry looked about the room.
In front of them stood a dark wood desk, in which Lucius was sat at. Behind him stood a fireplace - holding a green flame - in between two large bookcases, each filled to the top with books. The rest of the walls were bare.

It wasn't a big room, but it wasn't small either. It gave a bad aura - like something bad happened here.
And Harry's heart twisted when he came up with the possibilities- most of them had a great deal with Draco.

Harry swallowed thickly.

"Well," Lucius said, "I'm glad we have the whole family together."
Draco looked beside Lucius, seeing his mother- her head lulled down, facing the floor... as if ashamed.

"Smith, Creswell, out." He demanded.

The Death Eaters nodded and let go of Draco and Harry, exiting the room quickly.

"Now," Lucius sat back, his hands intertwining together, "Let's have a family chat, shall we?"

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