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Dragon He Saved	By : Prentice Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 15781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Dragon He saved

Author: Prentice

Rating: NC17; FRAO (Fan Rated Adults Only)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Violence, Foul Language, Sexual Content

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Spoilers: Books 1 thru 4

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama

Series: Yes. DHS.

Archive: Ask first, please.

Feedback: Is always cherished and appreciated.

Disclaimer: The names of all characters contained here-in, are the
property of J.K. Rowling, the WB, Bloomburg books and etc. No infringements of
these copyrights are intended, and are being used here without permission. No
profit was made and no harm was done.

Author�s Note: Remember, suspend your beliefs! Also, thank you for
all the encouragement! :)

Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted

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Chapter 9

I think it's about time I cut in again. Yes, I know that I should probably
let you go on and find out what happens but for those of you biting your nails
in fright...I thought I would reassure you a bit. Although it does seem as
though everything is a bit scattered and jumbled...well let me just say that
everything connects. I do so love a mystery and I wouldn't deprive you of one
but I thought it wouldn't spoil too much if I just told you that...So keep it in
mind...Oh...and are you sure you wouldn't like a lemon drop? They're quite
tasty. No? Well, perhaps later...

The greater part of an hour had already passed by the time Harry decided he
had enough of his Uncle's rambling. What his Uncle thought he was accomplishing
by yelling at his door, Harry didn't know. But, he�d had enough.

Sliding out of bed with one last caress to Draco's gaunt cheek, Harry made
his way to the door. He would not have the man continue to beat on the damn door
while the blonde was in here suffering!

Gathering his anger around him like a shield, Harry grabbed the rickety chair
firmly and threw it to the side. He noted with some satisfaction that his
Uncle's roar had stopped mid rant as he deftly slide the locks out of the way.
Before he had the chance to reach for the knob, the door flew open...

"ABOUT BLOODY TIME! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE..." But Vernon's voice trailed
off as he got a good look at his horrid little nephew. His eyes widened slightly
even as another flush of anger covered his portly cheeks. Moments later his
beady little eyes glanced past Harry to Draco, his bushy mustache twitched. But
before he could look more closely or even take a step forward, Harry stepped in
his way...

Disgust and anger welled inside of Harry as he stared as his Uncle. The man's
obese face was red and covered in sweat. His mustache quivered as he took in
great gulps of air through his oversized nostrils.

A snarl broke Harry's lips. "Get out."

Vernon's beady eyes sharpened. "NOW SEE HERE BOY! YOU LIVE WITH ME AND I
WON'T STAND FOR YOU TO TALK TO ME..."

"SHUT UP!" Harry barked, cutting Vernon off. How dare his Uncle. How
dare him. Taking a deep breath, Harry felt his scar flare with an echo of
his previous pain, fueling his anger ten-fold. Curling his fingers into tight
fist, Harry continued on in a low tightly controlled voice. "You will get out of
my room. Now."

Vernon sneered. "WAIT JUST A MINUTE.."

"I told you to shut up," growled Harry. Vernon did, too shocked to do
anything else. "Good. Now you will turn around and leave my room. You will
not bother me again. If you do, I'll make you regret it."

Vernon stared at Harry for a long moment as if gauging how serious Harry was.
Then...

"You aren't allowed to do magic outside of school."

Harry snorted. "You really think that would stop me from blasting your big
hairy arse off the face of the planet?"

Vernon's face went red and white all at the same time. "You...you..." He
sputtered but then stopped short. Harry smirked.

"Now get out. And if you so much as breath a word to anyone about my
guest...hell if you bloody well think about what and who you saw in this
room, Dudley will suddenly have a snout and a new tail."

Vernon stared at him then turned on his heels as best as he could and stormed
out of Harry's room, slamming the door behind him.

Harry's smirk grew. Merlin that had felt good.

"B-b-bet you've b-been waiting to d-d-do that for a w-w-while n-now..." A
croaking voice murmured behind him causing Harry to spin around and stare into
the smoky gray eyes of his archenemy.

Harry's smile faltered for a moment. If possible, Draco looked worse awake
than he did asleep.

Draco lifted an eyebrow but soon forego-ed it when he realized it was the one
that had been slashed. Harry forced a smile.

"I've been wanting to do that since I came here." He said. Draco nodded in
understanding as a dry cough racked his form. Harry took an involuntary step
forward. He didn't know how Draco would react to him being nice now that he was
awake. //Wait a minute...how long has he been awake?//

"D-d-don't j-just stand there P-otter. Get m-me a d-d-drink." Draco wheezed,
clutching a hand over his ribs. Harry propelled himself into motion.

//Where the bloody hell---aha! There it is!// He thought as he scanned his
room for the water bottle he kept there. Since the one time that he had gotten
punished for getting up in the middle of the night for a glass of water when he
was twelve, he had taken to filling one before he went to bed just in case.

Grabbing the bottle from off his desk, Harry quickly unscrewed the cap and
moved to Draco holding it out to him. Draco rolled his eyes.

"C-can't exactly d-d-drink it laying d-down now, c-can I?" Draco asked. Harry
blushed.

Setting the bottle onto the floor out of the way, he moved to Draco's side
and slide an arm under his shoulders to help him sit up. That accomplished he
picked up the bottle and put it to Draco's lips.

For a less than a second Draco looked as though he was about to protest but
one look at Harry's determined face and he stayed silent, sipping his water.
Several silent minutes passed as Harry helped Draco drink, making sure never to
give him more than a table spoon each time so it wouldn't turn Draco's stomach.
By the time the process was done, Draco had drunk half the bottle.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, a crease forming between his brows as he held
the bottle up in invitation. Draco shook his head.

"F-full." He said simply. Harry sighed. Being full after half a bottle of
water was definitely not a good sign.

//Maybe I can make him a little broth...// He thought as he recapped the
bottle. //At least then he would have something with a little consistency in
him. Or maybe some very weak tea to start...//

Draco's stuttering whispered voice pulled him out of his musing. "T-th-thank
you."

Harry didn't pretend to mistake what he meant. "You're welcome."

Strained minutes passed as Harry allowed Draco to adjust to saying 'thank
you' to him. Harry settled himself at the end of the bed, making sure he didn't
touch Draco. Who knew how the boy would react to the contact.

"H-he always l-like that?" Draco asked minutes later. Harry smiled blandly.

"Pretty much."

Draco nodded. Harry watched him curiously from under his lashes. Something
was going on in that cute little blonde head of his. //Whoa! Red light! Stop
right there! Do NOT pass go, do NOT collect two hundred gallons. Cute?//

A small sigh escaped Draco's lips as his nose wrinkled. Harry bit his bottom
lip. //Yeah. Definitely cute. Have I told you that you're pathetic today?//

"So..." Harry started. He was not going down that lane of thought. At least
not now.

"So what P-Potter?" Draco sneered. //There's the Slytherin you know and
lo-hate.//

Harry shrugged.

"Planning on telling me what's the hell is going on?" He asked nonchalantly
though his heart was pounding in his chest.

"I'm l-laying here and y-y-you're sitting there." Draco stated with another
eye roll, though the corners of his eyes scrunched as if he was in pain. "T-try
to keep up w-with the rest of the c-c-class, Potter."

Harry sighed. "Cut the shit, Dr-Malfoy. Just tell me why the hell I woke up
this morning to find you in my front lawn."

Draco grimaced and settled down further into Harry's pillow. "L-leave m-m-me
alone. I'm s-s-leepy."

"Malfoy..." Harry growled but stopped himself short as he saw the way the
boy's eyes were, indeed, dropping. "Fine Malfoy...get some sleep. But when you
wake up, I want answers."

"Mmm." Was the only response he got as Draco fell back into a deep sleep.
Harry sighed and for the second time of the day swung himself out of bed. //Need
to write Dumbledore anyway...//

Dragging the dingy chair over to the desk, Harry got out parchment and ink.
He'd have to wait for Hedwig to come back before he could send it but he could
at least pass the time by writing it out.

//How the bloody hell do I start this? 'Dear Dumbledore, Draco is here. Scar
tingled and hurt. Yours truly, Harry.'?// Harry snorted. //Don't think so.//

Opening his ink well slowly, Harry sat back in his chair to contemplate. His
eyes wandered over to Draco's sleeping form.

//He sucks his thumb!?//
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