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prairie_grass ([personal profile] prairie_grass) wrote on October 22nd, 2006 at 10:37 am
Harry Potter Fanfiction - Burn to Shine (06)
Right! Now we've got to the tasty parts! Just for the final record, I started writing this chapter on the 4th of May, it has taken me six months, seven re-writes, and a partridge in a pear tree to bring it to completion. I am heartilly sick of it, but happy enough with how it's turned out. I hope you all enjoy it more than I did!

Previous chapters:

Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two / Chapter Three / Chapter Four / Chapter Five /

Quick Summary: Harry Potter is the wizarding world's hero. But when Voldemort discovers a dark magic that could turn his greatest threat into a valuable asset, will Harry be able to hold onto who he is, or submit to the shadows within? (Creature feature)

Set in 7th year, but follows canon only till the end of Goblet of Fire.

Title is a song by Ben Harper

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Remus, Hermione/Ron. Implied Voldemort/Draco, Voldemort/Death Eaters


-Spoilers for books (and movies, I guess), 1-4 with occasional 5-6 spoilers for largely irrelevant things like character names and monsters and things. Not plot-related stuff. (I think/hope).

-Rated R-18 (FROM NOW ON) Also known as NC-17 (for Americans.)

-This story contains - obligatory capitals: SLASH! Also known as YAOI, also known as males having sweaty sex with OTHER MALES. If you don't want to read that kind of stuff, don't read the fic. Don't complain to me if you do and it grosses you out, that's just silly on your part. There are also issues of non-consensual sex. Run while you still can.

Burn to Shine
A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Chapter Six

By Page Russet

Disclaimer - This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This disclaimer was nicked from the Restricted Section.


Dumbledore hadn’t even protested when Lucius came for Draco. Lucius’ excuse that he was removing his son because the school wasn’t safe anymore rang dully flat, even to Draco’s ears.

As they were leaving, Draco had spotted Ron Weasley in a side hall. He was just standing there, a vaguely comforting hand resting on his little sister’s shoulder. Ginny had been shaking, silent tears running down her face. Ron just stood, still white, with an odd shell-shocked look about him, as if he had completely disconnected with the reality that no longer made any sense to him.

He had glanced up, meeting Draco’s eyes. Draco did not sneer. They had exchanged a long glance; neither eyes filled with recrimination or anger. It was like both of them just gave up on masks. They both knew where Draco was going; neither had the emotional strength to fight about it, it all just seemed so pointless now.

As he and his Father climbed into their private carriage just outside the school doors, Draco had asked, “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?”

Lucius’ reply was simple, “No.”

Draco bit down on his tongue and tried not to let any emotion show on his face. His own feelings were confused enough on the Potter issue already without all this messing things up.

Draco’s eyes narrowed with a sudden thought, he glanced up sharply at his father, who was seated opposite him. The young man was about to open his mouth and ask exactly why it was necessary for Draco to be involved in this at all, when he noticed the odd, wary look Lucius was giving him, and he snapped his mouth shut.

Something was up.


Neither Lucius or Draco had exchanged any more conversation during the journey, and now, as Draco faced the huge double doors that marked the entrance to the Dark Lord’s lair, Draco wished he had something more thoughtful going on in his mind than the current confused, frightened chatter.

Fuck, I hope I don’t die today. Fuck, I really hope I don’t have to kill anyone today. Fuck, I really don’t want Potter-

Lucius marched them through the doors, down several flights of stairs and many twisting corridors till they reached another set of doors. He turned to Draco, eyeing him carefully, saying coldly, “Draco, you are a Malfoy.”

Draco’s eyes widened, the words resounding through his mind; a simple enough statement, but with so much meaning...

Never shame our name. You will obey your family’s will. You will behave with cunning, nobility and strength. You will support the family with your mind, body, soul and life. You shall not be weak. You shall not bow to lesser beings. You shall inspire awe and fear and respect. You will never, ever shame our family name. You are a Malfoy, in all things, you are a Malfoy first.

Nothing more needed to be said. Draco was a Malfoy. He would live up to that name at all times, or perish. No one disgraced the Malfoy name. No one.

The doors opened and Draco set his features, looking inside at the tall figure that swirled around and greeted him with a twisted smile.

Draco tried not to flinch before the Dark Lord’s gaze.

“My Lord,” he half-whispered, bowing.

“Ah, Draco, delighted you could make it.”

“Your will is my command, my Lord,” he said, rising up but keeping his head bowed.

“Indeed it is.” The laughter in the voice made Draco want to grit his teeth in frustration. “Now, my Draco, I have a little surprise for you.”

Draco looked up, surprised, “My Lord?”

Voldemort was now standing directly before him with a rather patronising look on his face. “Yes Draco. You see, I have been conducting a little experiment; I am pleased to say that all is going well - save for one, final detail that needs to be put into place.”

Draco blinked, by now thoroughly confused, “I am to assist you in this, Master?”

Voldemort sighed and stroked spindly but deceptively strong fingers through Draco’s blond hair, “Unfortunately, I believe it must be so.” He grabbed Draco’s chin and glared deep into his eyes, “I hope, Draco, that you will not disappoint me in this.”

Draco winced slightly, “My Lord, you know I always strive to the uttermost of my abilities to please you.”

Voldemort relaxed and smiled again, “Yes Draco, you have always been highly pleasing to me,” he leant down and pressed a cold kiss to Draco’s lips.

Draco leant into the embrace slightly, trying to ignore the shrieks of horror coming from his soul, (it never helped to think about it).

Voldemort broke the kiss, looking like he would have preferred to do much more but seeming to restrain himself.

Somewhat bewildered, Draco remained passive under the Dark Lord’s hands; He’s never restrained himself before...

Voldemort sighed irritably, “Ah well, I guess we’ve all got to make sacrifices sometimes for the cause.”

Draco blinked, feeling somewhat alarmed; it was usually not a good thing when the Dark Lord started using the word ‘sacrifice’.

“I suppose you are wondering what I’ve done with the boy then?”

Is that supposed to be rhetorical or what?

Voldemort looked pleased with himself, “You’ll have to forgive me, Draco, I know your hate for him is almost as legend as mine but I have decided not to kill him after all,” he smiled evilly, “I found a better use for him.”

The Dark Lord, melodramatic as always, moved aside, swishing his robes from obscuring Draco’s view of...


Blood soaked.



Draco let out a strangled gasp.

He never remembered moving across the room, only the clammy damp as he knelt in pools of blood, eyes raking the form to note the laboured, shallow breathing, the eyelids flickering slightly, as if haunted by some dark dream.

Draco never considered his actions for a moment, as he reached out a shaky hand to touch the awfully white face.

Green eyes, swirling with strange black and gold, snapped open.

Before he could move or think Draco found himself caught in a fierce, wild embrace. Arms strong as steel wrapped around him, burning hot lips claimed his own. Half-frantic, Draco looked up into the smouldering green eyes and suddenly found himself frozen into place. Dazed, he barely noticed the demanding tongue entering his mouth until an overwhelming pain seized him. Draco screamed into Potter’s mouth, hearing another scream echoing his own as blinding light surrounded them.

Draco fainted.


Fuck I hurt.

Draco groaned softly and opened his eyes. He was greeted with the sight of a very familiar face.

“...Potter?” he whispered.

Green eyes opened very slowly. Both boys were lying on their sides, facing each other in a lavishly large bed. Potter blinked, not responding to Draco’s words.

“Potter, are you okay?” Also can be interpreted as ‘Are you alive??

A slight frown appeared on the Gryffindor’s face, as if he was unable to make sense of the simple question.

Draco sighed irritably, worry and annoyance vying for his attention. He cautiously sat up, hoping none of his muscles would protest too much to the action, “Stupid Gryffindor, you should be feeling lucky to be alive; I still don’t even know why that bastard wants me here.” He looked over at Potter who was still watching him with quiet intensity. Draco suddenly realised they were both completely naked, lying in bed together and was tempted for a moment to blush. Fortunately (for the sake of his reputation), he was soon distracted by the appearance of the other Seeker’s physique.

“Shit, Potter, since when did you turn into a walking wet-dream?”

Potter had always been attractive, (in a befuddled/angsty/determined-hero sort of way) but now he looked like something from a Greek legend. All sweeping lines, defined muscles, lightly bronzed skin, lush, poutable lips and dark, alluring features. It was rather disconcerting.

“I always knew that scaly freak was nuts, but who would have thought his ‘great revenge’ against you would be to turn you into a sex-god.” Draco laughed.

Potter still made no response to his words. Draco frowned, unless Potter had suddenly switched personalities with Snape, he would normally at least be blushing by now, if not leaping out of the bed screaming bloody murder. “Merlin. They haven’t deafened you or something have they?” He reached forward and touched Potter’s cheek.

The Gryffindor tensed, green eyes suddenly seeming to fill with gold and black swirling colour. A hand came up and seized Draco’s, twisting his arm.

Draco opened his mouth to protest when those in-human eyes met his, and teeth bit down on the inside of his wrist.

Draco gasped, eyes widening. “Potter, what are you-”

Potter yanked on Draco’s arm, twisting them so Draco fell on his back on the bed, staring up at the changed young man.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Draco asked.

Potter simply growled and leant down to seize Draco’s lips in a heated kiss.


Confused, Draco raised his hands up to Potter’s shoulders to try to push him away, Potter snarled, grabbing Draco’s wrists and pulling them above Draco’s head, shoving him harder into the mattress.

“Fuck,” Draco gasped, “Potter, what-”

But Potter was kissing him again, hot tongue invading his mouth, demanding submission. A spike of heat rushed though Draco and he moaned but still tried to twist away, desperately confused.

Potter just ducked his head down to place an angry, possessive bite on Draco’s throat, growling.

“Merlin!” Draco gasped, shifting helplessly; his body seeming to automatically respond to the display of dominance. He found himself getting very, very hard.

He glared up at his school-mate, “Oh I am SO going to make you pay for this, Potter,”

Potter latched his mouth onto one of Draco’s nipples.

“Fuck!” ...Maybe revenge can wait till after he finishes fucking me... He arched up into Potter’s embrace, grabbing the dark head and pressing it closer to his body. Potter moved back up to engage in another heated kiss, Draco groaned and opened his mouth eagerly. Potter’s hands on him were burning like fire; Draco’s whole body hot and straining against Potter’s. Desperate desire overwhelmed him - it was unlike anything he’d ever felt before; a need so urgent Draco almost felt like screaming.

Potter moved his hands down Draco’s body, fingers twining though the golden hair there before one hand wrapped possessively around Draco’s cock. Draco groaned into Potter’s mouth, wrapping his arms around Potter’s neck, eagerly pressing his body closer to the other boy.

Potter moved one hand beneath them to stroke Draco’s ass, letting out a pleased sound when Draco moaned and tipped his head back. One finger moved to stroke down between Draco’s cheeks. Both boys gasped and there was a shift of magic-

Before Draco could breathe they had shifted and Potter was breaching him, filling him, claiming him. Draco dug his fingers into the mattress and screamed, raising his hips to move in rhythm with his partner, letting out tiny gasps as Potter surged within him, hitting his prostate with every thrust.

Potter’s hands stroked up hard and firm across Draco’s torso, teasing nipples, skin and navel, moving to dance around Draco’s erection. “Potter!” Draco screeched in frustration; there was so much overwhelming sensation that it bordered on painful. He grabbed the Gryffindor and yanked him down into another kiss, moaning helplessly as emotions and power and feeling tore through his body. Potter’s fingers moved, clenching around Draco’s cock and he was undone.

As he screamed, his nails tearing down Potter’s back, he was half-aware of Potter tensing and coming with him. The shock echoed though both of them, over and over in an endless moment until Draco fell back onto the bed, exhausted and replete.

Draco sighed gratefully as Potter moved to lie down gently next to him, a possessive arm wrapped across Draco’s body. Draco absently snuggled into the warm skin, murmuring contentedly before succumbing to deep, peaceful sleep.



Draco gasped as he was forcibly wrenched from unconsciousness. He blinked blearily, trying to wake up his brain as someone caught his wrists, dragging him to his feet and across the floor of what he realised was the main audience chamber of Voldemort’s lair. A sharp pain lanced though his body and he let out a startled cry, raising his spinning head to look around him.

The room was filled with the upper echelon of Death Eaters and other supporters of Voldemort, Voldemort himself was sitting on his throne looking frighteningly smug, “Don’t be alarmed, Draco,” he said, “This shouldn’t take long and then you may return to your mate.”

Mate? What?? Draco blinked and looked around further, suddenly spotting a chained Potter unconscious on the ground. Draco gasped and tugged at the hands that were holding him, panic and fear seizing his breath. The hands did not waver for a second. “Let me go!” he cried, looking over his shoulder at Goyle Snr. who was standing impassively behind him. The need to be at Potter’s side was overwhelming him but without his wand he couldn’t fight the large man, he furiously fought back threatening tears and tried not to think too hard about why he was losing it over the sight of a helpless Potter.

“I said there was no need for alarm, Draco. Your mate is not under threat so long as he complies with my wishes.” Voldemort spoke again.

Draco tore his gaze away from Potter’s unmoving form to look at the Dark Lord, “What? Your wishes? What are you talking about?” And what the hell is wrong with me?

The smug look returned to Voldemort’s face, “Shortly before you arrived yesterday evening, I infected Harry Potter with the egg of a Formosus Letum.”

Draco felt the blood drain from his face; his knees went weak and the only thing that kept him upright was Goyle’s unbreakable grip. “But- they- they’re only supposed to be a story to frighten children... They became extinct thousands of years ago...” He whispered.

Voldemort fairly brimmed over with glee, “Such trifling things as extinction do not deter me. I wished it, and it was so.”

Draco barely contained his snort of disbelief. “But if he’s a creature...” he wondered aloud, “Then I’d be...”

This time Draco’s legs really did give out beneath him, Goyle had to catch him around the waist to prevent them both from falling to the floor. His Mate.

For several long, silent minutes, Draco stood, vacantly staring as the words echoed through his mind.

Mate. Harry Potter’s Lifemate.

When he finally raised his head he sought out the blond hair and pale face that marked his father from the crowd, “How could you DO THIS TO ME!?” he screamed, launching himself up, “You bound me to Harry Fucking POTTER!?” Again he tried to get away from his assigned Death-limpet but was unable to, “We hate each other and you thought you would arrange for us to be irrevocably bound for LIFE!? Are you completely INSANE?”

This can’t be happening to me. This just CAN’T be happening to me!

“Draco!” his father’s voice was stern, “Control yourself!”

“You fucking control yourself! You aren’t the one who’s stuck with the bloody Boy Who Lived for the rest of your life!”

Draco moaned and put his recently freed hands over his face; he may not have wanted to kill Potter for a while now, he might have formed some sort of grudging respect for someone able to continuously defy the Dark Lord, and he might have been entertaining notions of bending him over Snape’s desk one night and fucking him stupid, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be bound to the sanctimonious prat!

This has got to be some kind of seriously whacked nightmare.

Voldemort interrupted Draco’s nervous meltdown, “I have wanted to transform one of my followers into the Formosus Letum for some time, Draco; the possibility of changing Potter was presented to me some time ago, when you father informed me of your connection to Potter.”

Draco looked up, confused, “What?”

“Your father had been worried for some time that your... passionate feelings towards Potter were stemmed from some source beyond mutual dislike; each of you seemed to dismiss all logic or behavioural conditioning in the face of your enmity. After some investigation, he discovered that your stars indicated that your fates were heavily intertwined and that your emotions towards each other could only ever be that of great passion.

“Your passionate feelings of course, had always been that of extreme hate. Upon considering the situation, I realised your passion could be easily turned to something far more productive.”

Draco glared at his father, only Lucius would be so blind as to share the results of a star-reading with the freaking Dark Lord.

“I was reminded of the Egg that was within my possession, and how appropriate a candidate Harry Potter would be... if only I could ensure his loyalty.” The Dark Lord smiled.

Dear Merlin. “And if you had power over his mate...” Draco said softly.

“If I had power over his mate; Harry Potter, and all his considerable gifts, would fall neatly into my grasp.” Voldemort finished.

( Next Chapter )

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