Chapter 18

                                        

                                              
"So, we just need You-know-Poo to return? That's it?" Harry said, happy that Draco's mission was more than successful.
Draco smirked at the name. "Oh, and take the potion, and you have to convince the Dark Lord to kill you by convincing him you're me. Appearances aren't enough. Oh and then we still have to kill the Dark Lord... and his followers."
"Easy Peasy!"
Draco sighed, and for good measure, he taught Potter to allude to his mannerisms. They even tested a small bit of the Polyjuice just to make sure nothing was out of place. He prepared a t-shirt and shorts for him to wear, and Harry got used to wearing Draco's clothes.
"It feels weird. If we get through this, can I still be naked all the time?" Harry said in a Draco's voice.
Draco gave him a look.
"Kidding," Harry-him said, blushing and looking at the floor. Harry definitely made a handsome Draco Malfoy.
"I won't be too unopposed. It's nice that you think we have a future, though. Now, stand up straight! Look evil. You're me."
"I'll sneer a lot and do that haughty head tilt thing you do."
"I don't have a haughty head tilt," he snapped and then did it.
Harry laughed. "Sure."
"We have to work on your spells. No more nice ones. Crucio, Sectumsempra, and Avada Kedavra. Nasty curses only. If you even think about Expelliarmus...."
"I got it, but that means... you have to use it," Harry chuckled as they slowly changed back. Harry took off his clothes.
"Fine. But show no mercy. You'll take my wand, and I'll get my mothers," Draco said, taking his "outfit" and hiding it under the steps.
"How are we going to convince him to kill you-well-me outright?" Harry asked, naked and leaning against his cell door.
"Challenge his claim. He's weak. He lost the war... you're a stronger, better and smarter Dark Lord? That should irk him."
Potter him nodded. "I can be annoying."
"Make sure to claim me... you."
Potter's eyes lit up a little more possessively than Draco liked. "I'll definitely do that. You're mine."
Draco nodded. "You are, master."
Harry sighed and said, "I'd rather not wait for the Dark Lord to decide to show up. Can we force him home?"
"I could have my father press his Mark?" Draco suggested.
Harry scratched his jaw. The Chosen One now had a stumble of a beard growing. Draco found it alluring, but Harry shook his head and said, "He may not answer it... or just pop in to kill him... which despite what Lucius has done, you don't want him to die."
Draco shrugged. "Well, there are his wards on you. You could try to leave? He showed up when you were critically injured, but that's not going to help you. Leaving... would certainly trigger a panic return home."
Harry smiled. "Good idea, Draco. Coordinate with Ron and Hermione to make a day and time. Then you can ensure a few Death Eaters are unable to assist."
"Not too many, master," he said, looking like he was resisting the urge to kneel. Harry felt powerful, but he also hated seeing Draco so meek. His head was lowered and he didn't make eye contact.
Harry's tone was softer. "I don't want to trigger the alarm too early. So be careful. If the Dark Lord shows up before the attack begins, he might cut his losses and run."