One Kiss | By : lockheart Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 4765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Title: One Kiss
Rating: R
Pairing: H/D
Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR. I just play with them.
Summary: Harry and Draco are in a relationship when Draco goes and screws it up. Can he make it better and win Harry back before it’s too late?
A/N: Words written words
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Is He Going To Be Okay?
That is the scene that Ron and Hermione walked in on. Draco sobbing cradling the body of their best friend and at first they were sure that they were too late. "Oh God," Hermione sobbed as she cried while Ron walked over to the bed. "Draco, mate." Ron bit back his own tears, "you need to let him go. Come on. There is nothing we can do." Ron grabbed the blonde's arm trying to pull him away from the 'body' of the former boy who lived. When Draco turned toward him Hermione got a clear look at Harry and gasped. The red head stared at her in confusion as she rushed over to the other side of the bed.
"He's alive," she said in awed relief as she placed her hand over the dark haired man's chest. "He's breathing Ron. He's breathing." The former Gryffindore pulled his hand away from Draco as he looked over to his wife. Seeing the chest rise and fall shallowly he let the tears escape in his relief. "But," Hermione said causing him to look at her face with worry and hesitance, "we need to get him to St. Mungo's to make sure he is okay."
"NO!" Draco exclaimed speaking for the first time since they arrived.
"Draco honey he needs a doctor," Hermione tried to reason with the distraught blonde.
"No," he said again, "you know how much he hates hospitals and he wouldn't want people to know that he... What he tried to do." Draco said tears still pouring down his pale cheeks.
Ron and Hermione had never seen him so upset. "Okay. What are we going to do then? He needs to be seen to make sure he is okay. He is very pale and his breathing seems off."
"Meddyg Doethuriaid." Draco said matter of factly wiping his face and trying to pull himself back together.
"Uh what?" Ron said looking at the blonde as if he thought him completely mental.
"Meddyg Doethuriaid." Draco said again. "He has been my personal mediwizard since I was thirteen." The blonde picked up his wand as he walked over to the small fireplace in the bedroom. He Waved his wand in an intricate pattern re enabling the connection to the floo network. A quick incendio caused a fire to spring to life. "Swyddfa Meddyg" he said as he knelt in front of the fireplace after tossing in a handful of the floo powder kept on the mantle.
"May I help you?" a polite young women asked.
"Hello. Tell Doethuriaid that Draco Malfoy needs him it is an emergency."
"Of course Mr. Malfoy," the woman promptly moved back away from the floo. Her face was soon replaced by that of an elderly man.
"Mr. Malfoy, Gwen said this was an emergency." the old man said with a thick Welsh accent.
"It is Doethuriaid I need you to come through at once." Draco said all business.
"Give me two minutes to grab my bag and I will be right through please keep the connection open for me." That said the man disappeared from the fireplace.
"He is coming," the blonde sounded exhausted as he walked back over to the bed sitting back down next to Harry and clutching his hand tightly.
Ron walked over wrapping his arms around his pregnant wife as they waited anxiously for the arrival of the mediwizard.
They were staring so intently at the green flames that they actually jumped when they flared up and a man in mediwizard robes carrying a leather potions case walked out. He glanced around the room clinically before walking over to the bed. "Who is my patient Mr. Malfoy?" the mediwizard asked curtly. Draco inclined his head toward his sleeping lover. The elderly man nodded. "What happened?" he asked as he opened his bag taking out his wand.
"Poison." Draco said quietly.
The man seemed completely nonplussed as he glanced over at Draco before coming to stand right next to the bed as the two concious members of the golden trio moved to stand by the bedroom door. "Do you know what kind?"
The blonde stared down at the still form next to him before replying. "Permaneo basium. I gave him boiled doxy wing to negate the poison but I don't," Draco stopped sounding choked up "I don't know how long ago he had taken it before I got here but he is breathing."
The Mediwizard nodded. " I need everyone to leave while I run some diagnostic spells." Ron and Hermione turned to go but Draco held on tighter to the hand he was clutching. "Mr. Malfoy, the diagnostic spell will check him physically as well as checking his magic. I fear that if there is another magical core in the room that it will give a false reading which will only cause me to be unable to properly treat the patient."
The blonde nodded and leaned over kissing the sallow forehead before turning and leaving the room shutting the door behind him.
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Draco lost track of how long he sat in the living room staring at the hole in the floor that Harry had obviously gotten the poison out of. His mind raced with questions he had no answers to.
How long had the vial of poison been there? Since Lucius arrived? Or was it before that? Since they moved in? How long had Harry had it? Why had he kept it? Did he always expect things to end this way? Where did he even get it? Lobalug venom was heavily restricted. How could Draco let things get to this point? How could he fix this? Would Harry ever forgive him? Would he ever forgive himself? The questions he came back to the most were: Will Harry be okay? and Did I make it in time?
The seconds ticked by each one feeling like an hour to the tense group. Finally after about an hour and a half Doethuriaid came out of the room an apprehensive look on his face. "How is he?" Draco said jumping up from where he was sitting.
The older man cleared his throat before looking directly at the blonde. "Mr. Malfoy may I speak to you privately?"
Hermione looked scared and Ron's face was turning dark red with rage. "No that won't be necessary," Draco replied before Ron could say anything. "They are his family. Whatever it is you can say it in front of them."
The man nodded before replying, "I am sorry Mr. Malfoy but the antidote was not administered in time."
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