Author: Mosh
Fandom: Harry Potter

Title: Playing a Game of Go
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG-13
Summary: How Lucius's son has changed.
Disclaimer: These boys belong to J.K Rowling. No money being made, no copyright or trademark infringement intended.
A/N: Very short ficlet, because I like the idea of them getting caught. *g* Thank you to Mekare for having a quick look over it for me.

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"Go!"

Draco ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him. All through the house, past his father's study, along the hall, down the staircase, through the kitchens, to the cellar door. His legs were aching, but he rose up onto tip-toes, unlatching the iron bolt with fingers shaking from excitement, then heaved the door open with a giggle.

The cellar was dark and damp. Spooky. Draco edged in a little way, not daring to venture too far, then pulled the door almost closed, leaving a tiny gap through which the light from the kitchen spilled. He waited.

And waited. Counting silently as the minutes ticked by...

Then he heard footsteps; measured and sure.

"Fee, fi, fo, fum... I smell the blood of a little dragon..."

Draco smacked his hand across his mouth to stifle his laugh, his heart threatening to break through his chest.

The door edged open. "Any dragons in here?"

Draco shrunk back against the wall, hoping that the shadows concealed him enough.

"Hang on..." The sound of a sniff. "Hm..."

Draco closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly together. If I can't see you, you can't see me!

Then there were strong hands pulling him against a broad chest, fingers tickling his ribs. "Aah! Daddy!"

"I caught you. You're mine now..."

* * * * * * * * * *

" I caught you. You're mine now..." Lucius towered over Draco's bed, wand out.

"Father, no!" Draco spread himself across Potter, palms raised in front of him. "Please, no... Father!"

Lucius's eyes flickered from his son, to his enemy's shocked face, then back to his son. The words were right there, on the tip of his tongue... but they failed.

Fee, fi, fo, fum... I smell the scent of sweat and come.

Then the sound of footsteps echoing down the dungeon corridor, followed by the shouting of voices. Voices Lucius knew all too well. "Quick! We've caught Potter! He's this way..."

"Go!"

Potter tore from Draco's bed towards the fireplace, wearing nothing but a bed sheet. He grabbed a canister of Floo powder from the hearth, took a handful, then thrust the canister towards Draco who was following closely behind him. Lucius watched as Potter dropped the Floo powder at his feet, then went up in a flurry of green flames, whispering, "Grimmauld Place!"

Draco stepped into the fireplace, turned, his hand held out in front of him. He looked at his father, his eyes dark with shame. Dust was falling from between his fingers. "I'm so sorry." He closed his eyes, and whispered, "Malfoy Manor!" Then was gone.

~Fin~