I'm back! I've graduated from high school, now the stress of getting ready for college is on me now, but things should be better now. Sorry for the almost 6 month wait. I don't give up on my fanfictions, I just take awhile.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER HASN'T BEEN BETA-ED. ANY FLAWS IS TOTALLY MY FAULT!

Chapter 11: Mess

"I'm done for," Harry moaned. "Completely done for, they're going to hunt me down and just ruin my life. They promised they would, they promised."

Draco was unable to respond to his lover's grief, the only thing he could do was run his fingers through his hair and listen to his sighs. Though he appeared calm, inside he was raging, completely and inexplicably angry. It seemed they just couldn't get a break. First it was Theo, now three more men were after his love.

"Don't worry," he murmured into Harry's ear, after pulling his distressed lover into his lap. "We will overcome this, don't worry, everything will be better," but Harry just shook his head, tears gathering at his eyes.

"No, no, it won't, let's be realistic here Draco, these men are insane, they're insane," he emphasized, prodding Draco's chest. "Just absolutely crazy. I sold myself into slavery to get away from them, and now they know where I am. The only way we're ever going to get them off our backs is if I die or they do, simple."

With a thoughtful look on his face, Draco smirked at him, "Then we kill them".

Harry blanched at the look on Draco's head, "What?"

"You heard me, we'll kill them."

"You can't do that," Harry's voice becoming shrill in disbelief, "You can't off them like a mosquito or something, it's not possible."

Harry's disbelief was met with a chuckle and a pat on his head, "Silly boy," Draco drawled, "Of course I can, I'm a Malfoy."

He collected the pictures and sauntered out of the room leaving behind a stunned Harry.

'He can't do that, can he?' the raven hair boy thought to himself. He stared at the card that had been left behind and crumpled it up before taking a seat in the chair in front of his desk, lost in his thoughts.

After leaving Harry back in his room, Draco headed towards his father's office. Forgetting to knock on the door to signal his arrival, the platinum blond walked in to see his dad making out with a very pregnant Severus in his lap.

"Oh God," he yelled, shielding his eyes in disgust. "Old people making out, gross."

Lucius, reluctantly pulled his lips away from his darling's lips, and glared at his heir.

"Just because you're my firstborn doesn't mean I can't replace you," rubbing Severus' stomach.

"Sorry dad, but I have a question are you familiar with the names Cedric, Oliver, and Tom."

"If you mean Diggory, Wood, and Riddle, respectively, then yes, I know of whom you speak of. Why? Did they do something to you?"

"In a way, but it's more of what they've done to Harry."

"Harry? What does Harry have to do with anything?" Lucius questioned, a single eyebrow raised in confusion.

Wordlessly, Draco handed over the packet of photos to his father, and reclined back in his seat.

Lucius pulled out the photos and the confusion on his face faded to disbelief. "These are on-"

"Harry," Severus finished, after riffling through the photos as well.

"Exactly, those three that I mentioned are stalking him and they seem to be the cause of Harry's predicament, though a blessing for me."

Draco told his dad and his dad's lover about Harry's history and when he made it to the conclusion, both men were infuriated beyond belief.

"So you believe," Severus began, "that these three bastards are after Harry to coerce him into a relationship he doesn't want and are willing to do anything to get him. Well of course we must do something," he finished. Severus had grown a soft spot for Harry and the two spent many times getting to know each other. Severus had come to see Harry as one of his own and was fiercely protective of the younger man.

"Of course, darling," Lucius said soothingly, he was also fond of the boy and didn't want to ruin the new peace that had settled into the house. Ever since Narcissia left and Harry moved in, everything just seemed more peaceful and homey. He loved coming home to his sexy lover and even his son seemed less of a brat.

"But what do you propose we do," Lucius said, turning to his son.

"I don't know, that's why I was hoping you could help me. You said you knew these men, so tell me about them."

"But you know them too," Lucius interjected, "remember you're 13th birthday party." Seeing his son's blank face, Lucius began, "Well…"

Flashback

It was another year gone by and the young Malfoy heir was now 13th, practically a man. The newly minted thirteen year-old sat in his chair, kicking his legs about as he watched his guest mingle about talking to one another. On one side sat his best friend, Blaise, who was just as bored.

In front of the both of them were a gaggle of girls, all giggling and coyly glancing at the two, before erupting into more giggles. The loudest of them all being Pansy Parkinson, a trifling girl now a trifling "woman", or a she-devil in Draco's opinion.

The boys continued to sit there, not enjoying the party at all. Suddenly a hush fell over the crowd as a trio of boys entered the room and all the girls went gaga over their looks. They stood there as if they owned the place, gifts in their hands, and smug smiles on their face.

They made eye contact with Draco and walked forward, the crowd of people parting to let them come through.

"Draco Malfoy" the one with red eyes, inquired, staring Draco down.

Not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how unspoken, Draco stood up. "Yes?" a single eyebrow arched.

"Happy Birthday," the boy responded, not sincere in the best. Practically tossing his guest at the young Malfoy, they other two, followers Draco deemed them, did the same.

With one more look the three boys left and turned their back to Draco, disappearing into the crowd.

"Those jackasses," Draco fumed, and then a sharp smack echoed through the room. Turning around he glared at Severus, who only scowled back in return.

"Watch your language or else," he warned, walking away as silently as he came.

The group of party-goers were gathered at the table and told to sit. Sitting to Draco's right was Blaise, while right across for them sat the three arrogant boys.

"I never introduced myself earlier, the name is Tom Marvolo Riddle," the red-eyed boy said. "To my right is Cedric Diggory, and to my left is Oliver Wood," nodding to each respectively.

"Charmed," Draco said, "This is Blaise," gesturing to his right.

"What is the most loveliest gift you've ever been given," Tom brought up, after taking a sip of his water.

"What?" Draco said, baffled by the sudden question.

"I usually don't repeat myself, but for your sake I will. What is the most loveliest gift you've ever been given," he mocked softly.

"I don't know. How about your self?"

"Well I had this one gift, a beautiful black haired doll with emerald eyes and the fairest skin ever."

"A doll, you're favorite gift is a doll," Draco repeated, "how childish," he drawled.

"Oh this doll was special, almost life like," Tom answered back, amused. Apparently the other two, Tweedledum and Tweedledee in Draco's opinion, got the inside joke, as they chuckled a little.

"So what happen to this doll then," Draco said snidely.

"It escaped," he said, calmly sipping at his water again, "but I'll find it and I'll lock it in a cage to keep it from escaping again."

"Wow," Blaise whispered, leaning towards Draco "What a sicko, him and his goons. If I was this doll I would run too"

"Everyone should have a hint of insanity, it keeps a person healthy Zabini," Tom chided.

Blaise paled and slowly backed away from Draco, wide-eyed.

"Why would you look up your doll? Isn't that kind of cruel?"

"I believe that the punishment should fit the crime. This doll of ours, was not quite obedient. When we find it, it won't ever dream of escaping again. Trust us Malfoy, once something is ours, we don't let go. Never."

End of Flashback

"They were talking about Harry," Draco said, "All this time they were talking about Harry."

Draco sat there stunned. After putting it into perspective, those three had been after his harry for almost a decade now. Their craziness to posses him was daunting.

"If we're going to keep Harry away from them," Lucius began, "We have a lot of work to do. We have to be smarter, faster, and one step ahead of them. They already know Harry is here, we need to make sure they don't come near him at all. Be on your guard at all times, Draco, at all times."

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