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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 10

By the time Draco awoke again it was well past tea time and Harry was on his
fifth try of writing to Dumbledore. Every time he would begin to write he would
feel as though his explanations were weak or silly. After all, this situation
wasn't exactly an easy thing to write about and Harry barely knew where to
start.

"Bollocks..." Harry muttered crossly as he waded up the ink blotted parchment
before him.

"P-problems with h-h-homework, Potter?" Draco's wry pillow-muffled voice
asked. Harry looked over in surprise. He hadn't expected Draco to wake up till
later in the evening or, perhaps, not even till the next morning.

"No...I, well, I was writing Professor Dumbledore." He said, ignoring the
squeak of protests from the chair as he leaned back till the front to legs were
hovering above the floor. Draco still had his thumb pressed tightly against him
mouth though it was no longer inside. Two of his fingers were curled against his
chin while the other two were over his nose. Just like any true thumb-sucker
did...//Maybe he's been a thumb-sucker since he was a baby.//

A vivid image of Draco as a baby, perhaps even in tweed nappies with a little
stuffed toy dragon sucking his thumb, popped into Harry's head making him grin.

"Oh." Draco murmured, giving him an odd look before pulling his hand away
from his face completely unfazed that Harry had seen him sucking his thumb and
gave into a long luxurious stretch. Well as good a stretch someone who had been
beaten, starved and god knows what else could give into.

"I don't know what to write." Harry groused his eyes reverted to Draco's
stomach. He felt his jaw clench in anger as he slammed his chair back down on
all fours. Draco's stomach was sunken in so completely that the ridges of his
ribcage could be traced easily from a distance.

//I'm going to bloody well kill someone; How could anyone be so cruel?
// He thought as his mind turned crimson with anger. He didn't even know where
the anger came from but he was going to indulge it as long as he wanted.
However, before he could imagine all the torturous things he could and would do
to the person that hurt the blonde, Draco's voice cut into his thoughts -

"Then d-don't write a-anything." He garbled, running a hand over his
forehead. His face was slowly becoming tense with a mixture of discomfort and
alarm. Harry sat up straighter, thumping his chair back onto all fours.

"What is it?"

"I-I d-d-don't know. It h-hurts. L-like f-fire but m-more gentle." Draco
whispered in wonder even though terror coated his face. His dirt smudged fingers
massaged his forehead over the hair plastered there. He looked at Harry, eyes
shinning in panic. "D-don't l-l-let it ha-happen again!"

Harry felt his stomach lurch at Draco's plea. //Oh god, this isn't
happening.// He thought as he unfurled his body from the seat and moved towards
the other boy as slowly as possible. //Please, please don't let this be what I
think it is...//

Sitting down gingerly on the edge of the bed, Harry tried to pluck up some
courage.

"Potter...oh god Harry...please make it stop!" Draco begged, his voice
tittering on the edge of hysteria. He clutched onto the shirt Harry had changed
into with the hand he wasn't using to press on his forehead. "Please!"

Harry licked his lips and nodded. "I'll - do what I can Draco. I swear."

Holding his breath, Harry reached out shaking fingers to pry Draco's hand
away. When the blonde made to move in protest, Harry let himself fall into the
gentle tones of before. "It's okay, Draco. I'm right here. I won't leave you but
just let me have a look, hm? I'm right here and I won't let it hurt you--"

Harry continued on with his rambling, not caring what might slip out. His
only concern was to see what he already knew in his heart would be there.
"That's it baby, just relax. I'm so proud."

Draco's hand went limp to his side as he curled around Harry's body for
protection, listening intently to the soothing words that were slipping out of
the Gryffindors lips.

Harry flexed his fingers looking at the shaggy blonde hair flattened against
Draco's forehead. //Well here goes nothing...and everything...//

Biting his lip, Harry pushed back the boys hair and -- there; there it was.
The one thing that Harry had wanted nothing more than to wish away: a thin
lightening bolt scar.

"Oh god..." Harry whispered almost inaudibly. Tears sprung to his eyes as he
fingers flexed once again. Draco Malfoy was now another boy-who-lived and there
wasn't a damn thing Harry could do about it. "I'm so sorry..."

A choked sob was his only reply. Harry squeezed his eyes shut.

//Please let this be a dream. Please let me wake up and this is all one big
nasty dream and I'm still just Harry Potter and Draco is just a cruel as ever.//
But when Harry opened his eyes he found that it wasn't a dream. It never would
be a dream. It was real.

"At f-f-first I d-didn't know w-what was g-g-going on.� Draco whispered
suddenly, his voice deadly calm despite the way his body shook against Harry�s
own. �M-my father c-c-came and t-t-told me to g-get up and g-get dressed. H-he
said I n-n-needed to hurry. I t-thought mum was s-sick or t-t-that we w-where
finally going into h-hiding l-like he always t-talked about. B-but I w-wasn't
fast enough...they c-c-came in d-dragging my--" Suddenly the blonde choked as a
sob rose in his throat. Harry did the only thing he could: pulled the boy
closer, wrapping him in warmth and understanding.

"You don't have to." Harry mumbled, pressing his lips against the other boy�s
hair in an effort to keep his own voice steady. He didn�t want to hear this. He
didn�t need to. He already knew.

But Draco shook his head. He needed to tell this. Taking a sharp breath
through his nose, he continued --

"They w-were dragging my m-mum by her h-hair. D-ad tried to s-stop them
b-but..." Draco shuddered. "...t-they h-hit him with a sp-spell before he could
d-do more th-than kill one o-or two. Mum g-got away somehow and r-ran to me.
I--she died before she e-even got to me. Sh-she died trying to protect m-me."

Harry couldn�t take it anymore as he let his own tears spill silently,
pulling the shaking boy into his lap and shushing him. He didn't need to hear
the rest; He didn�t want to.

"It's okay. You're here now.� Harry whispered, feeling the boys hot tears
soak into his tee shirt. �You�re here with me. I won't let anyone hurt you.
Ever."

Without thinking, Harry began placing tiny kisses into the boy�s hair trying
to offer any comfort he could. He knew it wouldn�t help but it couldn�t hurt.
The Slytherin needed someone; someone to lean on and to understand what he was
going through. And that someone was Harry.

Silence descended on the small bedroom, only choked sobs and ragged breathing
filling the quiet. Harry could hear the distant sounds of his Aunt and Uncle
moving downstairs and the triumphant crows from his cousin as he watched some
game show or other. They�re lives continued as if nothing had happened.

Harry stared at the wall. His life would never be the same.
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