Untitled Part 1

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'Do not pity the dead, Harry, pity the living. And above all, those who live without love.'
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"Agh dammit Malfoy!" I shrieked rubbing the back of my head, which to my surprise, was laying back on an unfortunately belligerent wall. By all means I was settled on the ground.

"Just get up, Potter." He demanded.
It didn't take much long to spot the git as he was resting his back on the rough stone wall right beside me.

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palms sternly, reminiscing the not so unanticipated voice that I somehow heard once again. I didn't have the time to wonder much about it right now, however I couldn't help but find it oddly familiar. No, scratch that, it was extremely familiar.
I decided to just let it go for now, since there's something much more worth my time and worry at the moment.
The real question is, where the hell are we?

My eyes flickered wide open as they traced their way around my surroundings. I couldn't particularly figure out where we were exactly since all that was visible were colossal tall trees everywhere.

"Wha- where the bloody hell are we?" I mumbled.
Seeing that I got no response, I stumbled trying to get myself up to my feet.

Malfoy was still relying on the stone behind him, his hands finding company in his pockets. He didn't even glance at me, but that didn't bother me now, my mind was full of questions I needed answers to.

"How did you Apparate? W-we can't do that. Not in Hogwar-"

"You ask a lot of questions y'know that?" He spoke calmly in a raspy voice which I find extremely attrac-
Stop it Harry.

"Well of course! What else did you expect when you grab my wrist without my consent and take me with you to god knows where?" I groaned, staring as I waited for him to speak up.

I just realized that we both hadn't brought up the kiss that we shared almost a week ago, and I've decided to keep it that way. The last thing I need right now is to make things even more awkward than they already are.

"I told you, we don't have much time." He muttered as a sigh made it's way out of his mouth.

A confused look was plastered on my face as I stuttered.
"Dammit Malfoy. If you could just make it clear what is it that we're doing here it w-"

"Look around, Potter. You're telling me you don't recognise this place." He spoke as his gaze transferred from my face onto something else.

I followed his peer until my eyes met with something rather oddly astounding.
How did I not notice this?

It was a gigantic gloomy mansion or something.

Malfoy Mannor.

I acknowledged it from one of my many nightmares.
And we were standing a few miles before it.

"What? You're inviting me to one of your tea parties with Voldemort?" I huffed mockingly. To Malfoy's surprise, I wasn't that frightened little boy who lost his parents anymore. The Dark Lord doesn't scare me. I've fought him not once, nor twice, but countless times. I'm pretty sure I can handle what's about to come.
But, why was he bringing me here now?
And why?

I turned my head so that my gaze met with his. I discerned that his face features relaxed a bit, allowing his brows to furrow slightly. He left me with no response once again but his lips were forming into a thin line, and I noticed mine started to quiver as a result of the freezing weather. I didn't realise it at first, but the wind was brittle as fuck.

The weather was cold enough to make our atoms shiver. The frigid air has a way of keeping us in the moment, wicking away body heat faster than it is replaced. It's one of those days when normal clothes aren't enough, when they feel thinner than they are.

The clouds were the kind of grey that would make any quarry rock proud, as if they were so pleased to echo the earth. All the grey, all that swirling water in the sky, condensation was bound to happen sooner rather than later.

"Snake's got your tongue Malfoy?" I chuckled.

His facial expression remained the same. His glare still focused on my eyes, it was like a death stare. I don't know what's gotten him in such a crapy mood, but it only makes sense why he looks so frustrated or confused. I mean, we're literally standing a few miles away from the place in which the Dark Lord is, and i'm here with my sarcasm cracking jokes.

However, I couldn't help but feel a tiny sting in my chest as to why he had brought me here, for Voldemort to kill me. What did I expect though? He's Malfoy. I should've known he was manipulating me all along. It's not that i'm scared to face the lord or anything, I just thought that something was slowly happening between us, besides hatred.
And the kiss, was everything a lie?

The sound of leaves crunching sensed me back into reality. His footsteps drew closer and closer until he was just a few inches before me. I tried my best to let my gaze trace anything else other than those piercing blue/grey eyes of his, because if they did, i'm pretty sure i'll drown in my place.

"What're you waiting for? Aren't we going to go in? Voldemort isn't a very patient person I presume, I bet he'll be delighted to see me and doubtfully kill me." I spoke in a raspy voice, still managing to not look at him.

That was until I felt a pair of cold fingers brutally grab my cheek. He cupped my face forcing me to look at him. He still managed to keep an emotionless empty look plastered on his face.
He had eyes of monochrome memories, as if he were the lead in some old silver-screen movie. His grey orbs were like the flight of the dove in the cloud-filtered post-storm light, in them remained sparks of the blacksmith's fire.

I could sense our breaths rise more and more at each given moment as I waited for him to speak up or something.

I gulped as I heard a huff leave his mouth.
"Y'know it's a bummer that you'd think I had brought you here to let him kill you, Potter." He muttered in a whisper as I felt shivers run down my whole body and spine due to hearing that rough yet soothing voice of his again.

"Oh yeah? You really expect me to believe that?" It was pretty difficult to speak since he was still grabbing my face, but I managed to let some words slip out.

I felt him lean in closer, he swayed his head slightly so that his mouth was in company between my jaw and ear.
"And you really expect that I'm going to let someone else other than me touch you? Someone else lay a finger on you? Hurt you?" He chuckled softly, then proceeded. "No one. And I repeat, no one, is allowed to do that except me, do you understand, Potter? No one is allowed to inflict pain on you, unless it's coming from me, got it?"

I could feel his breath against my flesh. I thought he was done, but he suddenly wrapped his fingers around my throat, grabbing my neck. I winced in pain but truth is, I was far more than glad to be able to know what those cold, harsh rings on his long fingers feel like on my skin again.

"You're mine."

Those words coming out of his mouth made my stomach jolt.

However, it wasn't for that long.

It was all a sudden.

My knees felt weaker than ever as if I could drop down at any given moment.
My vision began to get blurry.
Everything around me was spinning.

Until,

Black.

Black was all that I could see.