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Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5265 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: I really shouldn't be starting another story with so many unfinished but I can't help it... I got this idea and I need to write it out. Not sure if all the labels I put into the beginning are going to happen but I thought I'd be safe and put all the ones I thought might happen. This sort of came with the realization that Draco's name is actually in the school motto and my mind made the jump to 'what if that was deliberate?' Also... really long first chapter. Kind of odd actually. Enjoy?

The birds were chirping happily and the sun was shining in through the open window with an enough sparkle to blind a unicorn. It was miserable. Draco groaned and forced his eyes open. Or… eye. His other wouldn’t open. It only took a minute for the teen to realize how strange this all was. He hurt all over and last he remembered he was fighting for his life in Hogwarts. The ceiling above him was definitely not the rich wood and stone of an ancient castle.

The blonde shot up and instantly fell back to the bed with a cry of pain. His abdomen felt like it had been forced through some rolling pins. With spikes. Draco groaned and put a hand to his stomach, feeling thick bandages much like the ones wrapped around his head. “I wouldn’t try to get up again if I were you. You had a lovely array of wounds all over you,” a voice said from the corner. Draco’s head whipped around. He barely had time to register the long silky smooth dark hair and soft brown eyes before he started scrambling for his wand that was never far from his side.

The other teen smiled some. “I’m sorry to say your wand was snapped clean in half,” he said nodding to the side table.

Draco looked over and gasped at the sight of his wand in two pieces with little bits of dragon heart string still sticking out of the breaks. “What did you do to it?” Draco demanded, grabbing the piece that had the handle and holding it up in horror. Without his wand he’d be unable to do pretty much anything magical.

The teen frowned some and closed the book he had been reading. “I didn’t do anything to it,” he said as he got up from his seat. “It was broken when I found you outside.” Draco was surprised to see the boy was wearing antique robes in such a dark green it was practically black. Little silver buttons kept the robes tight to the boy’s neck and wrists in much the same style that Snape favored. Only these robes were thicker and looked hand stitched rather than made in a more modern way. A glimmer from the silver corded belt that hung loosely around the boy’s slender waist and was decorated with a large emerald clasp caught Draco's eye.

“Where am I?” Draco asked, tearing his eyes away from the boy to look at the cheerfully bright room. It wasn’t large by any means. Just large enough for the single bed Draco was in, the side table, and a low dresser that had a wash dish on top and a small mirror. The walls were painted a warm golden color and the sheets were fresh and white.

“You’re in my room here at the academy,” the boy said as Draco continued to look around. “I’d have taken you to the healer wing but Madame Lorentz isn’t here right now. Nobody is really. I wasn’t even supposed to be here but se la vie. Here I am.”

Out of all that Draco only really latched onto one word. “Academy? You mean I’m still at Hogwarts?” It certainly didn’t look like Hogwarts. More like it looked like some little muggle cottage that Draco had seen pictures of once a long time ago. It was almost painfully ordinary and cheery.

The boy raised a slender eyebrow. “Hogwarts? That’s an odd name for an Academy. Sounds rather low brow actually,” he said as he sat down on the edge of the bed by Draco. “Here, let me check your wounds. I put some salve on them but healing isn’t my specialty.”

Draco nodded some and let the teen slowly remove the linen wrappings and check on the dozens of injuries Draco couldn’t remember getting. How did he even end up here? “You said you found me?”

“That’s right,” the boy said as he unwrapped the bandages keeping Draco’s other eye closed. “Outside in the forest. There was a huge flash so I went out to investigate. Everyone always says it’s my curiosity that’ll kill me. But in this case I suppose it served its purpose. Saved you didn’t it?” he said as he reached to the side table for a small jar of some blue pasty substance.

Draco frowned. ‘Flash of light in the forest’ really didn’t help him figure out where he was or even how he got here. “What’s your name anyway?” the boy asked as he put some of the paste on Draco’s neck.

Draco hissed as the paste burned horribly on some wound that must have still been there. “Draco Malfoy,” he said through grit teeth.

The boy winced a bit. “Sorry, meant to warn you this stung on open wounds,” he said as he put the paste off to the side. “My name’s too long for most people. So they call me Zac.”

“Why?” Draco asked.

“Short for Zacchaeus,” he answered as he put some used bandages to the side. “Told you it was too long for most people. Anyway, back to the topic at hand. Are you feeling particularly sore anywhere, Draco? I’ve got a couple potions I can give you if you are.”

Draco sighed some and rolled his eyes. “Just give me your wand and I’ll heal myself. I know some healing spells if you don’t.”

Zac froze where he was unwrapping a bandage from Draco’s bicep. “I… I don’t have a wand, Draco.”

“Why not? You’re a wizard aren’t you?” Draco demanded. The boy had spoken of potions and wands so casually and was even wearing robes, even if they were outdated. He had to be a wizard.

Zac looked away, looking incredibly uncomfortable all of a sudden. “My mum’s a witch but I can’t do magic. Well… not enough to train with anyway. I’m here to study potions… you don’t need magic to do those…”

Draco just blinked. He’d been rescued and patched up by… by a mudblood squib!?! It was utterly preposterous! He’d never even heard of such a ridiculous thing. Once the words finally registered though, he couldn’t stop the sneer that crossed his face. Zac flushed and got up quickly. “Don’t look at me like that. I’m not scum under your high and mighty wizard boots,” he said as he gathered up the soiled bandages. “I guess I’ll just leave your Highness to heal at your own pace.”

Draco couldn’t manage to gather up an apology for the gut reaction before Zac had fled, slamming the door behind him. Draco groaned and fell back against the bed completely. He’d been trying to get better about his pure blood superiority tendencies ever since the latter half of sixth year and hadn’t been making all that much headway. It was just so hard when he had been thinking a certain way all his life. He felt like dirt when he recalled the look of pain on Zac’s face when he ran out though. Draco truly hadn’t meant to upset the person who was being kind to him. Even if that person was a mudblood and unable to do magic.

With a sigh, Draco realized he had to go and apologize. He at least owed the other teen that much for saving his life. Not that he’d ever apologized before but still; he’d make the effort. Contrary to what Potter thought he wasn’t a complete prat. He knew how to be civil most of the time. And the boy had saved him.

It took Draco several tries to just sit up in bed and when he managed it he had to stop and catch his breath. “Merlin this hurts…” he muttered as he wiped some sweat off his forehead and carefully swung his legs off the side of the bed. It felt like hours before Draco finally managed to stand up on his own two feet. Though he was leaning heavily on the side table he was still standing. He was also glad to see that a pair of lightweight trousers was covering him. It would have been a bit awkward to go wandering around bare as a babe and he doubted he would have been able to get dressed, even if he did find his clothes.

Draco had to put far more effort than he thought he should just to take the three steps across the room to reach the door. When he got there he was nearly gasping and had to put all of his weight against it to just stay standing. In his mind, he swore long and in ever more creative ways at his weakness. He'd never had to deal with healing times before. Not really. Most of the injuries he'd ever gotten healed quickly with a few spells and potions, the most notable exception being the time Potter hit him with Sectumsempra.

Finally, he gathered his strength and opened the door. Draco’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help but gape at the sight in front of him. He’d assumed he’d step into some hallway or a common room at the least. Instead, he was faced immediately with a lush outdoor courtyard. A large water fountain filled the entire center area and was covered by a glass dome. The dome had a few panels of basic runes done in stained glass and the entire thing was held above the courtyard by four statues, two of Merlin and two of Morgana. Flower boxes wreathed the fountain and several benches and were overflowing with creeping roses and honeysuckle in full bloom. Even a few magical plants were interspersed among them, giving flashes of unusual colors to the normal red and yellow flowers. Bright blues, purples, and oranges all poked up through the green foliage as little hidden gems.

Marbled paving stones twined around the courtyard and well-tended flower beds to lead from the center water fountain to many doorways that wrapped completely around the courtyard. Draco had to admit he was somewhat impressed as he stepped out into the open. Then he spotted Zac sitting on the edge of the fountain and remembered why he’d come out here in the first place.

Draco sighed and slowly made his way over though it was hard since there wasn’t much to lean on to keep his balance. He hadn’t fully reached Zac’s side when the other teen spoke. “You shouldn’t be walking around. You’re not healed yet.”

“I know… but I wanted to apologize. All you’ve done is help me and I’ve been a royal prat to you,” Draco said as he sat down beside the other boy.

Zac shrugged some but didn’t look up from where his slender fingers were playing in the water, absently making the same stirring motions one would in a caldron. “It’s alright. Not like you’re the first… or the last.”

“I’m still… I’m still sorry,” Draco managed to make himself say. It really wasn’t that hard. Just three words. But it had taken him more effort than he knew it should. He'd known he'd hate apologizing.

Zac smiled a bit and looked up. “You sounded incredibly pained to do that,” he commented. “Is it really that hard to say you’re sorry to… someone like me?” he asked and though he’d used a light tone, Draco hadn’t missed the hurt that was still buried under the surface.

Draco shook his head some. “It’s not you. I think that’s the first time I’ve ever said it. Malfoy’s don’t apologize.”

Zac’s eyebrow shot up. “They don’t? And why don’t they?”

Draco had to pause to think about that one. “They… we just don’t,” he finally said though it sounded even worse out loud than it had in his head. Draco mentally swore. He was making a great fool of himself. He didn’t even know why he was bothering other than generally trying to be a slightly better person. But still, he’d never in his life cared what a mudblood thought of him. It was unusual and uncomfortable.

The other teen chuckled some and shook his head. “Very well, apology accepted so long as you don’t repeat it. Now… what were you doing that got you so banged up anyway?”

The blonde sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “There was a battle. The Dark Lord was trying to take over Hogwarts… or destroy it I’m not entirely sure. I was in this room full of junk and Crabbe, the great lump, cast Fiend Fire… don’t know how I got here.” Draco looked up and realized Zac had turned a bit pale. “What’s the matter?”

“Were you fighting… with or against the Dark Lord?” he asked shakily.

Draco cleared his throat awkwardly and held up his arm, the Dark Mark clearly visible on his pale skin. He didn’t know how Zac had apparently missed it. Zac frowned. “That doesn’t answer my question…”

Draco’s pale eyebrow shot up. “How does it not answer your question?” he asked in confusion. “It’s the Dark Mark.” Everyone knew what that looked like. Or at least, everyone should after that incident at the World Cup. It was posted all over the papers.

“No, it’s not,” Zac said before reaching over to grab a twig. He quickly drew a crude symbol in the dirt by their feet. “That’s the symbol of the Dark Lord,” he said when he was finished.

Draco frowned at the half black diamond in the stretched oval that was in the dirt. That was an old symbol for a dark wizard that had died hundreds of years ago. Draco couldn't really recall the name of the wizard at the moment; it had been particularly dull that day in class. He slowly looked up at Zac. “What year is this?” he asked hesitantly. Depending on Zac’s answer, Draco was either in a lot of trouble or the victim of a horrid prank.

Zac’s eyebrow shot up. “Nine seventy four… why?”

Draco gasped, unable to stop himself. Not only had he been dropped off in a random forest but he’d been kicked back over a thousand years?! No wonder Zac hadn’t heard of Hogwarts. It wasn’t even built yet! “Draco? What is it?” Zac asked, looking very concerned.

“I am so buggered…”
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