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Comforts of the Mind and Heart	By : WickedDoll Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 2551 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter it sure as hell wouldn't be in the children's section and if I made money off of this I wouldn't still be living with my 'rents. Okay?

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Chapter One
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Title: Comforts of the Mind and Heart

Author: Insanely Wicked Doll

Summary: After the Final battle, Harry loses himself and takes comfort in the arms of a not so willing Draco Malfoy. How long will Malfoy put up with his clingy behavior or will he let the Boy Who Lived Twice have his comfort as long as it's needed?

Warning: Anal, Angst, Oral, HJ for later chapters, possibly more to be added as I go along.

Prologue

Draco Malfoy was pretending to still be asleep. He was wishing that he was asleep and that the past two years or so had all been some sort of long and horrible nightmare, but alas, that wasn't the case and he knew it. He also knew that he was in the Infirmary at Hogwarts. How he got there was a slight mystery, but he knew where he was as soon as he felt the all too familiar sanitized, rough sheets surrounding him. He could hear Madam Pomfrey and several others giving orders and running around the room, medicine and spells to this and that patient, that one when went off to St. Mungo's an hour ago. He had woken up sometime ago, in his state he was unsure of how long, and listened as the cot next to his was taken up and the commotion had drowned out the rest of the noise in the room.

Passed out, they had said, in the middle of the battle field but it had been over by then. He finally did it.

And then they went silent, in mourning and in worry and for the victory they could not express until they were in a more cheery hour. For now it was too dark, but when everyone was well enough they would celebrate, especially when their hero awoke.

Straining to hear bits and pieces of conversation, Draco put it all together in his faux sleep state. The Dark Lord was gone, for sure this time, and as of now his bed neighbor was none other than the chosen one himself, the Boy who Lived whom was now the Boy who Saved us: Harry James Potter had defeated Voldemort.

His lips twitched, though he was unsure of whether he had meant to grimace or grin at the thought of the Gryffindor defeating the man who had branded his arm.

"Ah, finally, he's waking up!" The youngest Weasely no doubt shout and judging by the soft moans Draco was hearing from the next bed, the redhead was a fool for stating the obvious.

Idiot, he thought as he cracked open his greyish eyes partially, sure that no one would be taking their own eyes off the wakening boy to notice him, just in time to see the other sitting up in with his hand on his scarred forehead as the Granger girl handed him his eyeglasses.

"Are you alright?" she chirped as her boyfriend and her sat on either side of the bedridden one, handing him a small dose of pain reliever potion which he downed gratefully without protest. "You gave us quiet a scare you know."

Draco snickered inwardly as he watched the green eyed boy's face twist in disgust before he nodded, "Right, sorry 'bout that, um, where am I exactly?"

"The Infirmary, mate," Ron grinned widely at him while patting him on the shoulder. "You did it though, Harry. You defeated You-Know-..." he paused, looking as though he was trying to say something else instead and Draco couldn't figure out why. Could the weasel not say Who?

"Voldemort, Harry, you defeated Voldemort," Hermione interjected with a shake of her puffy haired head, to which Ron fumed as his face turning the almost same shade as his head.

"I was going to say it, you don't have to speak for me."

The 'sleeping' blonde managed to turn a snort into a muffled little cough that went unheard as a fight started to break out between the couple until Harry interrupted.

"Um, sorry, you two but what's a Voldemort?"

Draco couldn't stop the laughter that erupted from his body, it didn't matter because he had only caught Harry's confused yet curious attention any way, the other two were to shocked to look away from their friend. "That's too much, Harry bloody Potter doesn't remember who He is." He wasn't trying to be harsh, but the thought was just too cynical to be true.

"Harry bloody Potter? That's an odd middle name, isn't it," he said, continuing to smile as he looked at the three faces now gawking at him. "Did my parents hate me or something?"

Draco watched silently, still in awe as Hermione and Ron started playing Twenty- thousand questions with Harry about his life, but he had none of the answers. He just smiled with a dopey politeness, shaking his head or shrugging his shoulders after every turn. Wryly into the night, the questioned stopped, apparently Harry had lost the game and his mind. Nothing about his life, his loved ones, recent events, or anything about the Wizarding World, were in his head. When Granger had asked what he remember about magic, his eyes had simply lit up before he spurted out, "Magic? Like a magician sort of thing? Can you do magic? I'd like to see that."

It wasn't long after that the room grew quieter, Draco believing that it was because the two lesser known of the Golden Trio had left Harry's bed to where he neither knew nor cared. More than likely to go off and figure a way to help their feeble leader regain his mind. He was just gratefully that in their troubles with Potter, they had forgotten any conflict they might have had with him, letting him just lay there in as much peace as he could possibly get.

He had kept his gaze away from the other bed, choosing to stare at the curtain that divide their two beds from the rest of the room and it made him think that it was some sort of strange irony that he was placed in the same divided corner of the room as the memory-less Potter, until a small noise caught his attention. He turned his head only to find squinting emerald eyes baring down into his.

"You're awake still too," Harry pointed out, grinning childishly as he stood leaning over the blonde with his blanket draped over his head and clutched tightly in front of him as if it were an oversized shaw.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco snapped in a hushed tone as to not wake anyone else up, glaring as he tried to figure out why the dark haired boy looked different. Ah, right, he's glasses, he realized. Never seen him without them. Potter's kind of cute without...

He mentally plucked the thought from his mind, inwardly denying the idea of his rival being adorable. It never happened. However, he thanked the darkness for hiding the blush spreading across his cheeks.

"I can't sleep."

The young Malfoy snorted as he turned onto his side, away from the other boy and curled up more with his thin sheet of a blanket. "I don't care. Go back to bed and let me sleep at least, you selfish prick."

He heard the floor board creak but Harry hadn't moved like Draco had expected him to. The bed creaked softly and silvery-grey eyes widened as he felt a heated arm wrap around his torso and a red-blooded body against his backside and it made him freeze up.

The Boy who Lived twice only to forget everything was snuggling against him. Draco Malfoy the Slytherin Prince, like he was some sort of giant teddy bear.

"What on Merlin's beard do you think you're doing, Potter? You really have lost your mind haven't you."

The Savior of the Wizarding World, hell, the entire World pulled him closer until their bodies molded together through their sheets. "Goin' to sleep too." The words spoken sunk into the exposed skin above the collar of his shirt and sent unwanted shivers down the rest of his body.

"Potter, get out of my bed now," he growled venomously through his teeth, body now shaking to show his furry though he made no move to push the other teen off of him.

Harry didn't budge except to nuzzle more again the back of the blonde's neck softly as he murmured dreamily, falling asleep as he spoke. "But you're so warm... mine's so cold, and... I wanna... comfortable."

"Potter, don't you dare. If you fall asleep on me, Potter, I swear... Potter... Potter!" Draco's only reply was the continuous puffs of warm breath against his flesh before he sighed before he muttered, "You're so lucky I don't have the bloody strength to kick you off me."

His pride as a Malfoy wouldn't let him admit that the hardy body against him was a comfort to him too in the small cot and he denied it until a peaceful and deep sleep finally took him over as well.
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