Title: Down The Snake Hole
By: Bridget McKennitt
Rated: R
Summary: When Professor Snape brings Harry into the Death Eater fold, it leaves Draco out in the cold.
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Author's Notes: This is a Harry/Draco fic. If this doesn't float your boat, please leave. This fic was written for the second wave of 'Opposites Yet Attracted' Harry/Draco Fuh-Q-Fest (http://groups.yahoo.com/group/opposites-yet-attracted/). Challenge: 32. Harry joins the Death Eaters for what ever reason, and Draco gets jealous when Harry's held in a higher favor than he is. (Carawen)
The cemetery was mostly abandoned by Muggles and no one went there. The gravestones were old and faded, and the trees were bare of leaves. This was the location of the Death Eater meeting. Lucius placed his hand on his son's back and moved him along. The other Death Eaters with their children were entering slowly, but one sight caught Lucius' eye.
"Severus? I must admit that I am surprised you are here, seeing as you have no child of your own," Lucius said with a sneer on his face.
Severus turned his head and smiled, not saying a word.
Lucius snarled as soon as they were away from Severus. "He has fallen low from our Lord's grace and needs every chance to suck up. But even he knows this meeting is only for those fortunate enough with children who will bear the Mark."
Draco kept silent, knowing his father did not need to hear a reply. They made their way to the front of the crowd and waited until Voldemort appeared. The Dark Lord's lips curled up and he raised his hands. "Welcome, my family, to this great occasion. Today a new generation will be joining us. Lucius."
As Voldemort's right hand man, Lucius was honored to be the first one to present his son. He knelt on one bent knee. "My Lord, this is my son Draco. He will serve you as faithfully as I have."
Voldemort motioned for Draco to step forward and reached for his arm. He murmured a spell and Draco tried hard not to flinch as the Dark Mark was burned into his flesh. Voldemort released the boy and he stumbled to the side. The line went on as the senior Crabbe and Goyle pushed their sons forward, Nott, Avery, Jugson; every Death Eater stepped forward with their children. The last one left in the line was Severus and Lucius did not bother to hide his smirk.
"Severus, you know that this meeting was not meant for you. Unless," and the smooth skin above Voldemort's eye twitched in curiosity. "You had decided to impregnate a *woman* and raised the child in the span of a day?" The other Death Eaters laughed, but Severus remained nonchalant.
"It is true that I prefer men over women and have no child of my own, but I do have someone that will bear the Mark willingly." He smiled and instantly Lucius was suspicious. "I believe, my Lord, that you will like who I have brought before you." Severus started playing with the air before him. No, Lucius realized, he was taking an invisibility cloak off someone. The crowd gasped when they saw that Severus had uncovered Harry Potter.
"What is the meaning of this! How did you bring him here?"
"Dumbledore is a blind fool. He trusted Potter's care to me and expected the boy to be safe." As Severus talked, his fingers played with the hair on Harry's head. "I, instead, began to feed Potter potions upon potions that allowed me to bend his will and alter his mind. He will obey your every command."
"Interesting, Severus. Let's test him out. Come, Harry Potter. Kneel before me and kiss my robes." Harry slowly walked towards Voldemort and did as ordered, kissing the hem of the Dark Lord's robes. He stayed in that position until Voldemort told him to stand. "You have given me the very best of servants, Severus. You shall be rewarded." With that, he took Harry's arm and Marked him.
Lucius watched the scene unfold and inwardly seethed. How DARE Severus upstage him and his offspring? Presenting the bane of the Dark Lord's existence single-handedly when the other Death Eaters had failed made him look like a fool. After the meeting was done, Lucius pulled his son away from the crowd.
"Never let that Potter boy rise in favor over you," he hissed. "Never."
Draco nodded and took the time to glance over at Harry standing next to Severus. The Boy Who Lived smirked in his general direction and Draco felt a surge of rage. "I won't, father."
* * *
It was expected for all new Death Eaters to stay in the Riddle mansion for the rest of the summer and Draco planned to beat Harry in everything their Lord demanded. Things did not work out the way he wanted to, however.
While passing one of the empty rooms, Draco heard screaming coming from inside, followed by cruel laughter. He opened the door slowly and his eyes widened when he saw Harry with Crabbe and Goyle torturing what looked like a Muggle girl. At least that's what he thought it was under the blood and gore. Harry tore his eyes away from his prey and grinned widely at Draco.
"Come to join in the fun, Draco?"
He shook his head. "You're sick, Potter."
Harry laughed at that. "I think you're a bit squeamish, Draco. What do you *think* Death Eaters do, if not ridding the world of Muggles and Muggleborns? What a wuss." He turned back to his prey and Draco, feeling stupid, closed the door.
What had Professor Snape done to Harry Potter? The boy he once knew was never this ruthless, not even if he tried. Draco looked once more at the closed door before heading downstairs.
He found Theodore Nott, sitting on the couch and reading a book, and crossed the distance between them. "Nott."
Theodore glanced up and nodded. "Malfoy."
Draco sat down next to the weedy-looking boy. "I can't wait to prove my worth to our Dark Lord and rise in his favor. I plan to rise as high as my father."
"Good luck to you, Malfoy. But if it's anyone who the Dark Lord will favor amongst us, it would have to be Harry Potter. Why do you look so surprised? Potter *is* the most powerful, don't you deny it; he did defeat the Dark Lord when he was a baby, and look at him now. Whatever Professor Snape did, it made him the perfect Death Eater. Loyal, willing to kill and torture without hesitation; the Muggle Potter's with is a gift to our Lord. At least after he's done mutilating her body." Theodore shrugged. "If you want to beat Potter, then you're going to have to do better than him. Much better."
"That's not hard." Inside, Draco was seething. Even his peers believed that Perfect Potter was the favored one out of the new recruits. If only Draco could bring Harry low, to destroy the hold Professor Snape placed on him and leave him a crumbled shell.
A smile spread on his face as he got an idea on how to do just that.
As Draco entered the dining room, he ran his fingers across Harry's shoulders before sitting down across from him. Harry raised his eyebrow at the blond's behavior, but said nothing on it. After dinner, Harry confronted Draco.
"I thought you hated me, Draco. Why the flirting?"
Draco glared. "I wasn't 'flirting,' as you call it. I was trying to get your attention."
"Well, it worked. So what do you want?"
"Your head on a platter, but I doubt you'll give me that for my birthday."
Surprisingly, Harry was not insulted by Draco's remark. Instead it made him laugh. "Draco, Draco, Draco. I understand. You are worthless in the eyes of our Dark Lord and knowing that I am your superior in every way possible must have you fuming. Perhaps one day soon, Voldemort will rid the world of your sorry excuse of a person." Harry leaned forward with a smirk upon his face. "Still flinching at the sound of our Dark Lord's name? You are truly pathetic, Draco. My birthday's coming soon. Perhaps I'll have *your* head on a platter as my gift." Harry laughed once more before turning from the shaken blond.
How did Harry *do* that? Without any effort, he blew away Draco's plans. Well, he was not going to let the Gryffindor get away with it. He reached forward and grabbed Harry's arm. "Not so fast, Potter. I'm not finished with you yet."
Harry glanced down at Draco's hand. "Remove that, unless you want me to do it myself. Or," he said as he raised his eyebrow suggestively. "You're looking to get into my pants. Is that it, Draco? Are you aching to have my cock pounding into your pale arse?"
His eyes trailed up and down Draco's body. "You are not a bad piece of work. I'd do you."
"I would never let you near my arse, Potter, so stop thinking highly of yourself."
"I'm offering it for free. You'll never get a chance like this again. Choose wisely. When you make the right decision, I'll be in my room." Harry turned on his heel and left Draco.
* * *
Draco found himself climbing the stairs and heading to the end of the hallway towards Harry's room. "Why am I even considering this?" he muttered to himself. The door in question opened and he saw Harry leaning against his doorway.
"I knew you would show up. Come inside and close the door behind you."
Draco did as he was told and sat on the bed. Immediately Harry slapped him. "Did I tell you to sit there?"
"No, but where else do you expect me to sit? You don't have any chairs in here."
Harry glanced towards the floor. "On your knees would be best. Good boy. Now open your mouth." Harry lifted his robes and untucked his cock from his pants. "You know you want to suck me off. What are you waiting for, Draco? A bloody invitation?"
Draco grumbled under his breath and took Harry's cock slowly into his mouth. He started licking the head of it when Harry cuffed him on the ear.
"What's the matter, Draco? Am I not good enough for you? Suck me off! Harder! Come on, Draco, I know you can do it better than that. Goyle can give a blowjob better than that."
He sucked furiously and was rewarded by Harry coming. Harry laughed as he pushed Draco away and the blond boy landed flat on his arse. "You're truly and utterly pathetic, Draco. I can't wait to tell the Dark Lord of your stupidity."
"Now you wait just a minute, Potter." Draco struggled to get up, but Harry kicked him back down.
"Don't bother in getting up, Draco. You might as well get used to being on the ground." Harry smirked before spitting on Draco's face and leaving him. Alone.
