Title: Unexpected
Author: Gwen ()
Source work: Kiss by Diana Sprinkle
Rating: PG-13
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.
Notes: for the Armchair Christmas Challenge
Darkness surrounded him. At first he had thought that he would get used to it, eventually. But he had been down here for, what was it, three hours already? and he still couldn�t see anything.
Sometimes he thought he heard something, footsteps or even a voice. But if it really had been someone, someone who might have been looking for him, they never came into this room. At least, he suspected it was a room. It could also be a dungeon, and the things he heard could be rats. But he liked to think it was a room, a richly decorated, aristocratic room, they kept him in.
He didn�t know why he was here. Maybe it was a kidnap, like in some Muggle movie, where they were after his money. He wondered if they had sent a message to his father already. That thought unnerved him. His father would probably not pay. He was of no use to him, had always been a disappointment, and was a disgrace to the Malfoy family.
Suddenly a door opened and his eyes were blinded by the light coming from the opening. A cloaked figure walked in. At first Draco thought it was a Dementor, but when the room didn�t seem to be turning cold, he dismissed that idea. A Death Eater then? But no, he knew what they looked like and this wasn�t one of them.
The posture of the person looked familiar though. He had always been good at recognizing people, even as heavily cloaked as this one. Ideas sprung to mind, but with every single one of them he couldn�t find any reason why they would hold him captive.
�Stand,� the person commanded.
Draco tried to place the voice.
�Hold out your hands.� Again the voice, this time softer.
He knew he was almost there, almost recognizing the voice. If he would just speak one more time.
He held out his hands and saw two tanned hands tie a cord around his own, binding them together.
�Hey! Let me go!� Draco shot at the figure angrily.
No answer came. He tried pulling at the cord, but it was of no use. Magic had probably been used on it.
�Why are you keeping me here?�
Again, no answer. The figure stepped closer to him.
�I demand an answer right now!�
The figure, now merely inches away from him, chuckled.
�You should learn not to talk so much, Draco. It won�t help you anyway.�
�Who are you?� Draco asked suspiciously.
�Don�t you know yet?�
Draco shook his head and reached for the hood of the person in front of him. With his hands bound together it was impossible to pull it back.
�Let me help you with that,� the person said.
The two hands went up to the hood and Draco gasped when he caught the first glimpse of the man�s, boy�s, face. He tried to step back but two strong hands, one on his shoulder, the other in his neck held him in place.
�Why are you doing this, Potter?�
�You�ll be safe here. We don�t want any trouble now, do we?�
�Safe, what do you mean?�
�Your father is after you. We don�t want him to take you away, or let the Death Eaters get some help from the inside.�
�I... I don�t know anything about that.�
�Good.�
�Can I go?�
�No, not yet. After this is all over I�ll let you go, but not yet.�
�Why not? I�m innocent, I won�t leave.�
�I�m sure you won�t. But I like having you all to myself for the moment.�
Draco tried to speak, but found himself unable to as he felt rough, chapped lips on his earlobe, teeth softly sinking in, a wet tongue sucking on it. He groaned. He hadn�t expected this, he didn�t even know Potter liked him in whatever way this was until a few seconds ago. Potter's lips sought his and his mind went blank as his own mouth opened under the pressure and his tongue met halfway with Potter's.
Fin.