Sleeping With the Enemy

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Okay, I actually wrote this chapter *first*, because this was the line I was going to take for the story. But I changed my mind because... well, just because. Read this as if you've just read part 5. You can either just read it as it is, an alternate chapter, or try to guess where I was going with this. I *did* have it all planned out, too. *sigh* oh well. Enjoy this lil goodie:

Sleeping With the Enemy, Alternate Part Six: Betrayal

He slept peacefully, unaware of the treachery about to take place. Malfoy laughed quietly at the black-haired creature in his arms.
What a beautiful double take this was going to be. Just seeing the pain on Potter’s face would be worth all those nights freezing his arse off.
He quietly got up carrying Harry lightly. He exited the Gryffindor dormitory through the small, narrow passageway that none of the occupants knew about. Malfoy smirked. This was how they had gotten Finnigan.
Harry began to whimper fretfully, so Malfoy hushed him, and he settled down.
Finally, Malfoy arrived at the meeting place. Everyone was waiting for him.
Rhyban stepped forward, an evil gleam in his eye. He was the founder of the Takers, a 7th year Slytherin, of course. "You’ve got him. Good." and he took Harry from Malfoy and set him gently on the low table in the center. The black-robed group surrounded the table, and then Rhyban prodded the Gryffindor sharply. Harry stirred, and Rhyban slapped him in the stomach. Hard. Harry gasped and sat up, clutching his tummy. He reached around blearily beside him, presumably searching for Draco. Malfoy snickered, and so did Crabbe and Goyle.
Harry. Froze. He slowly looked up and saw the shadowy figures around him. "Oh God." he moaned in fear. Malfoy laughed.
"I knew you would come, you delightful little Mudblood-lover. I’m a good actor." he said, thoroughly pleased with himself.
"No." Harry whispered disbelievingly. His eyes were filled with shock and hurt. The Betrayal resonated through his soul, he felt as if he’d been shot. Weakness infiltrated his limbs as he tried not to cry. It hadn’t been real. None of it. It had all been a *ploy* to hurt him, and now…
"Take off his clothes." And they laughed, a harsh sound that grated on Harry’s ears.
Mind-numbing Betrayal. His robes were torn off him, fingernails digging into his skin. He couldn’t move, he was paralyzed with fright. He felt cold, calculating eyes scrutinizing his naked body, and then several pairs of hands began their cruel caresses…

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