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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49553 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING: Blood, self-harm

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Where’s My Dragon? | Part Nine | The Morning With Pomfrey –
Harry, what have you done?

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“Oh my. – Mr Malfoy, I expect a really good
explanation for THIS. Or you’ll expect a talk with your head of house. – MISTER MALFOY!”

Draco
stirred slowly, but didn’t open his eyes. He wasn’t ready to face an indignant
nurse, to defend himself. He felt the weight of a smaller boy on his chest, but
it wasn’t suffocating or crushing, actually it felt rather comfortable.

The blonde
tried to move his arms to stretch them a little and his right hand collided
with Harry’s behind, that he sighed and bucked his hips against Draco’s leg. A
naughty little smirk appeared on the Slytherin Prince’s lips. He ran his hand
over the behind and relished the firm round globes with soft squeezes. Harry
moaned sweetly, nuzzled Draco’s shirt covered chest and rolled his hips
automatically to the squeezes from Draco.

“Mr Malfoy, I will not allow such brazenness in
my infirmary. I disapprove of such behaviour. Will you two get up NOW?”

She pulled
the blanket aside, which had hidden Harry completely. The Gryffindor lay half –
actually almost completely - on Draco Malfoy, his legs curled around Draco’s
right leg, and tried to snuggle even closer when the chills hit him.

Both opened
their eyes slowly, yet reluctantly.

Draco faced
the nurse with her stern look and her pursed lips. Harry, on the other hand,
faced Draco’s chest and inhaled deeply the scent of his love. He would have
bathed in this scent of manliness and remainders of aftershave, what was purely
Draco, his Draco, if Pomfrey hadn’t dragged him down
from Draco and he turned on his back.

“I’m disappointed by you Mr Potter and you too
Mr Malfoy. I will not accept such obscene behaviour in my rooms.”

“Now, now, Madame Pomfrey,
they aren’t even close to naked.”

Draco still
wore his black school uniform pants and his white button-up shirt with the
Slytherin crest on his chest pocket. Harry wore his personal infirmary pyjamas.
Pomfrey had thought it would make him feel more
comfortable to have his own here, he visited her that
often as a patient.

Pomfrey
spun around quickly. She had been in such indignation that she hadn’t heard
Severus Snape entering. The corners of her mouth turned upwards in anticipation
of a lecture for Potter and Malfoy.

“Ah, good morning Professor Snape.”

Harry tensed
and groaned in annoyance. This would mean stress for him again. Loosing points for Gryffindor, listening to mean and unreasonable
insults and again sinking lower in Snape’s opinion.
Besides, since he was in a relationship with Draco, he felt embarrassed that
his godfather hated him. It made him feel uncomfortable to be close to Draco in
Snape’s presence.

Same this time. Harry turned quickly away from Draco, like he didn’t want Snape to see,
and sat upright, dangling his legs over the edge of the bed.

The blonde
furrowed his brows at the back of Harry and sat up slowly up. Madame Pomfrey was still talking to Severus. He couldn’t see Pomfrey’s face, but Sev’s showed
an exaggerating sweet smile. Well, more of a smirk than a smile.

He put his
hands on Harry’s shoulders and pulled him a little closer to whisper into his
ear.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

The dark
haired boy squeaked and tried to get away from Draco’s touch.

“Draco, no, please!
Don’t do that to me. You know I get weak when you call me so. Why do you do it,
when your godfather is here?”

“So, what?!”

Harry
turned around and glared at him with eyes telling him ‘You very well know, so
stop it.’

“Seriously, Harry, what’s your problem?”

“Did you loose your mind? He hates me and you
know it.”

“He doesn’t hate you,” came
the quick and doubtless reply.

“Oh, yeah, right. I forgot,
your godfather despises me for being with his beloved godson. Thanks for
reminding me.”

The Golden
Boy stood up, apparently pissed, and went around Snape and Pomfrey
to the bathroom, without looking once at or back at Draco. The Slytherin threw
his arms in the air in confusion and defeat and fell back on the bed.

He had
blocked out the conversation of Severus and Pomfrey
until the Slytherin head of house stepped closer. He looked around the man and
saw the nurse storming off, back into her office – all the while mumbling: “Unbelievable…
getting overruled in my own business… not his competence… this is going too
far…”

She closed
the door to her office and cut off her own protests from Draco’s reach. He
focused back on Snape and the joyful smirk on his lips.

“She can’t handle to be run over by someone
else than Dumbledore. Thinks she knows everything better, concerning healing
and thinks she’s commander in chief for the infirmary.”

Draco mirrored
the smirk.

“And you love to annoy her. It’s like a game
for you, isn’t it? What did you tell her so that she stopped nagging at us?”

“Simply that I told you to stay
overnight, because Potter needed you. – Where did Potter go,
anyway?”

“Actually I think he fled from you. It’s hard
to believe, but this potion created a complete new memory of Harry’s mind. His
‘memories’” Draco made quotation marks with his fingers in the air “are so
detailed and everything fits for him, that one starts to believe it self. He
thinks that you hated him before and now despises him for being with your
beloved godson – “ a broad grin appeared on Draco’s
lips and he pointed at himself “Me!”

Snape
couldn’t suppress a laugh.

“Pretty odd fantasy the boy has.”

Harry
opened the door of the bathroom and first thing he heard was laughter. Laughter from Snape and Draco – about him? Would Draco laugh
about him? Actually he trusted the Slytherin. His right hand wandered to the
bandage of his left wrist and began scratching nervously and roughly. His
fingers slid under the mull and he almost clawed at his healing scars.

He went
closer and intruded the family meeting, sitting down at the end of the bed as
far away from Draco as possible.

“Good morning, professor.”

Snape had
sobered when he had heard Harry’s naked feet patting on the stone floor. He
looked at the smaller boy with unreadable eyes and nodded. Every time he saw
him, he asked the gods how this boy was supposed to win against Voldemort. He was small, thin – almost fragile – and his
psychic was unstable. Maybe this thing
with Draco was finally the right thing to strengthen him.

“Mr Potter, I would like…”

“HARRY, god, what are you doing?”

Draco
smacked his hand away and grabbed the bleeding wrist. The bandage was blood
stained and the red liquid began to dye the former white cotton completely
crimson.

Draco
peeled the soaked bandages from Harry’s wrist and gasped. For the first time he
saw the deep gashes the boy who lived had caused himself and now he had
scratched them open again, that the blood flew freely.

Snape
turned around and almost ripped the sheet from another bed so that the pillow
and blanket flew through the air and landed on the ground. He hurried back and
pushed the sheet into Draco’s hands.

“Press it firmly on Potter’s wrist. I mean
firmly! If he whines that you hurt him, don’t care.”

He turned
around again and ran into the nurse’s office. Draco grabbed Harry’s arm again
and yanked harder than necessary. He wanted some emotion from Dumbledore’s
precious, but Harry sat on the edge of the bed, like he had not one worry in
the whole bloody world. He stared down at his bleeding wrist, but didn’t flinch
or protest or any fucking thing when Draco pressed the cloth on his wound as
firmly as he could without breaking the wrist.

Snape and Pomfrey came back and the nurse hurried to Harry’s side –
earlier quarrels forgotten.

“Harry, what have you done? Boy, you can’t just
scratch your fresh healing wounds open.”

Her voice
sounded worried when taking the sheet away from his wrist and looked at the
damage Harry had done with his thoughtless behaviour. She poured a bluish
potion over the wound and Harry showed his first real emotion in minutes – he
hissed because of the stinging pain it caused, when the wound stopped bleeding
and disinfected.

“Severus, would you please get me a blood
replenishing potion from my office and new bandages?”

The potions
master nodded shortly and vanished in the office for the second time.

Draco sat
next to Harry and felt useless. He wanted to help, but didn’t know how. All he
could do was stare back and forth between Harry’s emotionless face and his
blood-covered wrist. His stomach still repulsed and he was thankful for not
having any breakfast till now or he couldn’t have guaranteed for anything.

His godfather
came back with the potion and bandages and handed both to Madame Pomfrey. She tapped her wand carefully against Harry’s
wrist and spoke a cleaning spell, before she began to bandage the wound. The
infirmary was silent, nothing was heard except the slowly
relaxing breaths of three and the calm even breath of one.

Harry
turned his head and looked up at Draco. The Slytherin Prince tried to read his
mind. He wanted to grab the Gryffindork and shake him
until he opened his mouth and told what was wrong with him. His eyes drilled
into Harry’s, but it was useless – he couldn’t find an answer.

“Okay, Harry, take this blood replenishing
potion now and then, I think, it’s best if you’ll rest
for a while.”

Draco
shifted closer and sat around Harry so that the smaller boy sat between his
legs. Like he had waited for it, Harry leaned back and snuggled against Draco’s
chest. There it was again, the scent of his dragon. Strong arms wrapped around
him and he closed his eyes to focus more on the scent.

“Harry, you need to take the potion. And, Mr
Malfoy, I think you should better leave now for a while.”

The Golden
Boy gave a deep growl in protest and leaned out of Draco’s embrace. He glared
at the nurse with piercing green eyes and growled again.

“He’ll stay!”

“Harry, you need to rest.”

“I can do that when he’s here.”

He grabbed
the small bottle out of her hands, downed it quickly and snuggled back into
Draco’s warm embrace. The blonde and Pomfrey looked
at him in disbelief, the nurse was even gaping. No one –no student- talked to
her like that. She turned to Severus and tried to find assurance and support.

“Professor, Mr Malfoy needs to attend classes,
doesn’t he? And Harry needs rest and silence, not a round of… of cuddling or
something.”

Snape bit
on the inside of his cheeks to prevent him from smirking or even laughing at
the outrage of the nurse. He cleared his throat to concentrate.

“I think Mr Malfoy should decide. After all
he’s old enough and Mr Potter is his boyfriend”

Draco shook
his head and rolled his eyes. His godfather was really obsessed with the
thought of him and Harry being a couple.

“So, Mr Malfoy?”

Severus and
Pomfrey looked at him in expectation. Actually just
the nurse, Severus smirked at him like the all-knowing Dumbledork
would twinkle at him with his eyes.

“I…” Harry sighed happily in his lap and
shifted, causing slight friction at his dick. He looked down and saw the happy
expression on the former emotionless face. “I’ll stay!”

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