Author: Alyssa Keserra
Pairing: Harry/Draco Warning: none yet... except ummm i'm still new to all this so... don't expect the world
Warnings: Slash, Language, Non-con-ish, OoC
Summary: A misfired spell. In the enemy's clutches. Nothing is as it seems
Disclaimer: It's all J.K. Rowling's, i'm just borrowing it to twist and maim to my own devious purposes. No worries, she'll get them back in the end.
He knew immediately when Draco was waking up; the hand around him tightened and he panicked wondering if Malfoy would accidentally squash him to death. The hand however did not completely crush him; but stayed a little tighter than before around his body so that he found himself unable to move. He looked over Malfoy's slim fingers at his face, still softened in sleep, a faint stripe of sunlight painted across his face where the gap in the curtains was. Stretching as much as possible in Draco's hand as he could to ease some of the tension acquired from his strange sleeping position; he watched as Malfoy's eyes fluttered open. He felt himself flush in embarrassment as he took in Malfoy's bed-hair and slightly dishevelled look; it was almost like he was intruding on a rather private moment despite the fact that Malfoy had hardly moved throughout the entire night. Malfoy's sleep fogged eyes began to focus and Harry just knew that he was being watched and he waited for some kind of reaction. However after about 2 minutes where Malfoy hadn't made a move; just continued to watch him he felt the need to break the silence.
"Um Malfoy?" he asked leaning forwards and waving his hand around in the air.
"Hello Potter." Malfoy said softly in a husky morning voice that made Harry's already pink cheeks burn an even harsher colour.
"Ummmmmmmm hi," he said frowning and leaning on his elbows over Malfoy's forefinger
"What are you doing here? In my dream? On my…bed?" Malfoy gave him an incredulous look than closed his eyes,
"Oh Merlin, promise me I will not start having wet dreams with Potter in them" he murmured much to Harry's intense discomfort; both at the comment and the bedroom voice that accompanied it.
"MALFOY!" Harry shouted
"Why are you so small Potter?" Malfoy asked squeezing his hand slightly causing Harry to turn a violent shade of red as he felt his chest being crushed and black spots to start appearing before his eyes.
"Mal-" he gasped out before he found himself unable to breathe and passed out.
Malfoy stared at his hand for a few seconds before abruptly opening it out and emptying the contents on to his bed. Awake almost immediately he scrambled out from under the covers and peered down at the tiny figure on his bed in shock.
"Pot-Pot-Potty? I mean Potter?" he muttered softly in confusion; "what are.- what the- bloody hell!!" he closed his eyes and tried to breathe in deeply. Harry Potter 'mini' was lying on his bed; unconscious, at least…
"Pottttttter," his voice trembled; "please don't be dead. Potter! Please please please don't be dead!" He felt his breath coming faster and fear begin to twist his stomach into angry knots.
Draco jumped at the sound of the house elf's voice; and quickly scrambled of the bed resting Harry in his hand and running in to the bathroom.
"M-M-Master?" he heard the elf ask through the door.
"Uh?" he said finding himself suddenly very flustered as he realised he had reacted rather badly; and now looked a bit foolish. Well a lot foolish; but he was hardly going to admit that to himself. "I… I uh; don't worry Oody; I just felt a bit sick that’s all," he lied to the poor House elf.
"Should Oody tell Mistress?" the voice squeaked from behind the door. Draco sighed, putting Harry down next to his sink, before leaning back against the door and pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes.
"No Oody" he said
"I'm FINE! Just-Just Get lost alright?"
"Yes Master Draco"
Draco heard the crack that accompanied House elf apparition and let his hands slide down his face, pulling at his skin before he took a deep breath and walked over to the sink.
'It's OK. He's not dead. It's OK. You didn't kill him,' he thought again and again as he muttered a couple of spells over the unconscious form to check that Potter was still alive; and then a few more healing ones just in case.
Leaving Potter on a small hand towel next to the sink where he could rest; Draco slipped away to the other side of the bathroom to take a shower. Awake as he may be; he needed time to think. And worry. And think some more.
Harry shifted comfortably, snuggling deeper into his pillow but kicking off the duvet due to the hot weather. He stretched out and rolled onto his stomach, relishing in the feel of silk against his skin. Wait. Silk? Harry went stiff and his eyes shot open as he tried to work out where he was, because he had certainly never ever slept on silk before… and he certainly shouldn't have known what it felt like. Where were his glasses? Everything was a blur and all he could see was that he was in a spacious room that was mostly black and green. Sitting up slowly he recognised he was still wearing his clothes from yesterday and he wrinkled his nose in annoyance, sure it wasn't exactly top on his priority list but he NEEDED to BATHE. He looked around to see where his glasses might be; and oh no! Where was his WAND?. He found his glasses easily enough on the bedside table, but his wand was nowhere to be seen. Feeling his heart start to pound a little harder in his chest he looked around in wonder. He was in a room. A proper room. That he fit in! He'd changed back! But where was he? The room didn't look familiar at all, it was well furnished and appeared to be made out of money. Not literally of course, but metaphorically. Of course.
"Well hello there, Potter," he recognised the voice immediately and wondered where it was coming from. In his search of the room he seemed to have forgotten to look up; because instead of a ceiling to a room, there was nothing. Well there would have been nothing if Malfoy hadn't been leaning over and looking in.
"Hello?" Harry answered nervously
"Don't sound too sure of that do you Potter?" Malfoy drawled raising an eyebrow at him condescendingly. Harry scowled up at him in annoyance, he was so vulnerable and small.
"Where am I?" he asked petulantly just knowing he sounded a bit like Dudley.
"hmmm? My guest suite," Draco answered nonchalantly
"You-you're-?" Harry started looking around; it was all his size; as in his other size. The small size. Not the normal size. As in this size. He knew what he meant
"Guest suite. Yes," Draco continued for him speaking slowly as if though he were talking to a child.
"But. Why is it…. Is it so small?" he asked realising only afterwards how silly he sounded and blushing furiously as he looked back up at Malfoy who was now staring at him in surprise, eyes wide before he suddenly started laughing. His head tipped back slightly and his eyes closed, his mouth stretching into a soft smile, making Harry stare like an idiot.
"We always treat our guests well, it’s a Malfoy thing, so I shrunk by guest suite and put it in a box for you," Malfoy explained, "Now. How about a trip to the Dark Lord?"
Harry went still and looked up at the other boy, he wasn't ready for Lord Voldemort. Not now, maybe never. He was also… tiny which was just a symbol of his impending defeat.
"I don't want to," he said with a pout looking up at Draco with pleading eyes.
"Gah! Neither do I!" Draco muttered dropping his head down so he was out of sight, "but what else can I do? Huh Potter? You're such an IDIOT! Why did you have to turn up here of all places? Why couldn't you have gone to someone else? I hate you." The last bit was hissed venomously at him as Draco's face took on an angry look and he leaned back over.
"Sorry," Harry said not sounding even the least bit sorry.
Draco sighed heavily and glared at him, "I suppose you're the reason we got caught?"
"Why are you so small?"
"I don't know"
"Clever Potter. Very Clever."
"Sorry." Harry repeated once again; sounding anything but.
"Why am I even thinking of saving you? What the hell? You've been nothing but a jerk to me and this way we'll be back in the good books again."
"Because I'm going to save you?"
"I don't need to be saved." Draco snarled angrily, before disappearing.
"You're hungry." It wasn't a question, more like a command, whatever it was it broke Harry out of his reverie. He was still sitting as Malfoy had left him half an hour ago, sitting on the bed though now examining the bruising along his side from his incident with the wall.
"Ummmmmmm," he looked upwards slightly to see what type of mood it looked like Malfoy was in.
"Stop it!" Malfoy snapped, "You look like a dog."
"Are you mad at me?"
Are you angry with me?"
"POTTER! We do not have a relationship in which you may ask that question."
"Yes we do."
"We do not! I don't know which misguided universe you live in, in which we do, but I'm not in it with you at this moment."
"Ouch! Malfoy! I'm hurt, I thought we had a perfectly wonderful, happy, working relationship!" Harry exclaimed giving Malfoy a wounded look.
"What happened to you?" Draco asked bluntly, "You're acting strange. And you're small. Why are you small Potter?"
"I DON'T KNOW!!" Harry yelled at Draco's bemused face.
"Alright Potty! No need to go berserk, it's very barbarian of you."
"Barbari- why you… how can you… what's wrong with- ugh."
"Yes Potter. You're really not helping yourself there."
"Shut up Ferret."
"Is that meant to be a pick-up? It's not working."
"Urgh, you're an idiot."
Silence ensued. Considering so much needed to be said… not very much was happening.