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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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Wow, wow, wow, I’m really impressed…eurm actually ain’t, I hadn’t expect anything else of such intelligent readers, you are. I
think every review I got was close to ‘let me guess…Ron’

Well, you’re really good! I salute you! *metal-hand*

Characters: J.K.Rowling

Idea: ZooArmy a/k/a
just-Felton

Beta: Violet_Eyes (the
stressed-one *snigger*)

Warning: some snogging
and a small-minded Ron, but nothing to get exciting about, I think.

Love and cookies!

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Eleven | Visiting hours – I would like to…

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“Ron!”

Harry
winced and broke the eye contact. Draco growled deeply, feeling anger building
up in his stomach. He, like Harry, turned his head to the entrance and saw
Hermione grimacing at them and Ron running into the bathroom.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry, Harry.” She turned away
and ran after Ron.

The Golden
Boy looked at Draco and his cheeks started to flush heavy. Also it was a rather
appealing look in Draco’s opinion, the ban of the moment was broken. With his
hair still in Harry’s fists, he pulled Harry’s pants up and crawled up to face
him. He seized his lower lip between his teeth and pulled tenderly.

“I hate them therefore. And they are your
friends.”

Harry’s
eyes turned into huge sad puppy eyes and he tried to speak with his lower lip
still caught between Draco’s teeth.

“I’m sorry!”

The blonde
let go of his lip and kissed the swollen mouth with a smirk on his own.

“You will pay for this – double and threefold.”

He rubbed
himself one last time against a sheepishly smiling Gryffindor and rolled from
him. He sat upright and began to button up his shirt.

“I’ll better leave now.”

Harry
rolled to his side and watched Draco closing his shirt.

“Can’t you stay,
dragon?”

The blonde
stopped midway with the buttons, lifted an eyebrow in question, but didn’t look
at Harry.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea, after
what happened just? – Probably, Weasley will try to make me an
eunuch, that I won’t try raping you
because of my sex-drive, again.”

“You didn’t…”

“Try to explain THAT to Weasley.”

Harry
sighed, disappointed and pulled the blanket above himself
completely. He felt Draco stand up and poked his head out under the blanket.
The Slytherin was already fully clothed.

“Okay, I’ll leave now.”

“Will you visit me today again?”

“I can come with Severus before dinner, if you
want me to.”

“Can’t you come earlier?”

“Harry, I’ll have a lot of homework to do. I
need to catch up in the classes I missed today.”

“Oh,” the Golden Boy didn’t even try to hide
his disappointment. “Well, then with Snape.”

“Good. Bye then.” He turned around and made one
step to the door.

“Draco?”

The blonde
sighed. He wanted to get out of here, because he didn’t feel in the mood to
take Weasley’s stupid blabber eruption of stupidity.
He turned around and saw again those green shining eyes, looking at him
pleadingly.

“Don’t I get a kiss?”

“A, a ki…
oh!”

He never
has given his former lovers goodbye kisses. He just stood up and left when they
were done. But, well, with Harry, everything was different anyway. Draco sat
back down on the bed and leaned over to Harry. Their lips met in a long but
chaste kiss and the Gryffindor gave a noise of disapproval when Draco broke the
kiss. He hovered his face over Harry’s and looked into
his eyes again.

“Bye, baby. And don’t try anything stupid,
right?”

“Promise!”

“And you won’t touch your wrists – not at all.”

Harry tried
to look innocent and wiggled his mouth.

“Har–ry!”

“I promise – I promise – I will not touch my
wrists.”

“Good Boy.”

Draco ran
his tongue over Harry’s lips and the boy answered with opening his mouth
willingly. Their tongues met and Draco was again on fire. God, he wanted this
boy so much. His hands followed the side of Harry’s lean form and halted on his
hipbone. His tongue thrusted fervently into the warm
moistness of Harry’s mouth, to make up a little for the refused sex and Golden
Boy loved it, if the sweet noises he made were proof enough.

“Oh bloody hell, not again!”

“Ronald Weasley, you will stay!”

Draco broke
the kiss and groaned in annoyance. He sat up and looked at Granger and Weasley.
The red head looked at him, like he had abased his brother and was about to
draw a knife and drive it into him or neuter him. His eyes wandered to Granger
and the girl looked at him – apologetically? Was she really sorry for bumping
into their little hot sex moment? No, no, it must’ve been something else,
something he couldn’t read now.

The
Slytherin stood up, caressed one last time over Harry’s thick, soft black hair
and went to the entrance door.

“Weasley. Granger.”
He nodded at both and opened the door, but turned back and went to Hermione.

The girl
raised her eyebrows, but let Malfoy come close, although she could imagine the
open mouthed stares from Ron. Malfoy stopped next to her and spoke in a low
voice, that just Hermione could hear him.

“Take good care of him, will you?”

The girl
looked at him, like Draco went mental, but nodded –with a strange look-
nevertheless. The Slytherin turned around again and left the infirmary.

He craved
for a shower and fresh clothes and everything. And he definitely needed a good wank, ohhh yes definitely. But
that could be combined with a hot shower.

Although it
wasn’t even lunchtime, he knew he wouldn’t attend the rest of the classes this
day. He wasn’t in the mood to get mithered from
anyone. But for one thing he was in the mood for real – to have a bone to pick
with Severus for foiling him from having hot kinky sex with Harry, or at least
a good blowjob.

HD|DH

Ron grabbed
Hermione and pulled her close.

“What did Malfoy want? Did he do something to
Harry –or to you?”

The girl
rolled her eyes and dragged her arm out of Ron’s grip.

“Ron, how often do I have to tell you? He’s
trying to help us.”

“Yeah, sure, to abuse our best
mate!”

Hermione
raised an eyebrow in mock interest.

“Abuse? Of course! How could I’ve been so
blind?” she hit his arm.

“OW!”

“Ronald, don’t be so obstinate. If Malfoy
hadn’t agreed to play along, Harry maybe had already attempted suicide –
successfully!”

Ron rubbed
his neck nervously and stared down at the ground.

“But, but does he needs to… to touch him, like…
that?”

The smart
girl rolled her eyes, again. Sometimes it was a real pain to talk with her
boyfriend.

“Ron, you’re seventeen years old and can’t say
the word ‘sex’? Come on; grow up already, after all you had sex with me
already. What’s so hard about that word? Besides, I don’t think Malfoy forces
Harry and if Harry wants to get intimate with Malfoy, we can’t forbid him. He
wouldn’t believe that everything he feels at the moment isn’t for real. We
already tried. And you saw what happened when Harry was turned down.”

A pillow
hit both Gryffindors and they looked up. Harry sat up
in his bed and watched both with pursed lips and his arms crossed in front of
him.

“How long do you intend to stay there and
ignore me?”

Ron’s
cheeks turned a bit pink, remembering the moment they had intruded the scenery, but Hermione just smiled and
went closer.

“Morning, Harry. How are you?”

The girl
sat down on the bed and kept smiling at the dark haired boy. She could see that
he felt better and the depressed aura he had carried around for the last days, had vanished completely. He really must love Malfoy or
the boy couldn’t have changed Harry’s mood so fast.

“I’m quite fine, besides the fact that you came
at an untimely hour,” he tried to suppress a smirk when seeing Ron’s increasing
blush, “but I think Ron needs your comfort a little more, doesn’t he?”

The red
head took a seat next to the bed and tried to cover his embarrassment.

“No, I’m fine. I’m great. I’m… god, Harry;
couldn’t you have waited till you were out of the infirmary?”

Hermione
and Harry laughed and even Ron started smiling again after a while.

“Sorry, Ron, but I hadn’t expected you now;
after all it’s still classes.”

Hermione humphed and barged in, sounding truly
annoyed.

“It was the only time we get to see you. Every
time we tried to get to the infirmary during breaks, Snape showed up and wanted
to discuss homework or other assignments. He was rather annoying.”

Harry
remembered the morning and Draco’s appeal to Snape. He smiled because he knew
very well where his dragon would be right now…

His dragon…
he would love to be with him right now and would love even more if he would
complete the pleasure he had given him.

“Harry?” Hermione’s voice broke through his
thoughts.

“Huh?”

“Can you leave infirmary today?”

The Golden
Boy looked down at his wrists, remembered the morning and turned them in front
of his eyes, like scrutinizing for any traitorous blood stains.

“I don’t think so.” he said slowly “But I would
like to go with you to lunch, if Pomfrey allows.”

“Really?”

Ron and
Hermione asked in unison and smiled broadly.

“You really want to eat lunch with us?” the red
head asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, sure, after I took a shower. Why? Don’t you want me to...“

“No, no,” Hermione assured him quickly, before
he had time to change his mind, “We’re happy that you want to eat something.
The last days you refused every kind of food.”

“Okay, then I’ll take a shower now.”

He hopped
out of the bed and went to the bathroom, leaving Herm and Ron alone in the
sickbay.

HD|DH

Harry came
out of Madame Pomfrey’s office and Hermione sensed
his change of mood right away.

After he
had exited the bathroom, he had gone straight into the office to get his wrist
newly bandaged and to take the potions she handed him. She had been still a
little grumpy and their conversation limited to the main things, but Harry
hadn’t mind. He had been in an ugly mood himself and as long he could go down to
lunch, he couldn’t care less.

“Harry, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Hermione
jumped up from the bed and took Harry’s hand to lead him to the bed.

“It’s nothing Herm, I just, well, miss Draco.”

Ron groaned
and clapped his hand over his eyes.

“HAr-rryyy, you can’t
be serious. It’s just, I don’t know thirty minutes or
so. That’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous!” he answered with such a
stern voice, that both his friends looked at him with odd looks and raised
eyebrows. His hand wandered up to his upper arm and scratched again over his
skin.

“He’ll probably be down at lunch, then you’ll see him.”

Hermione
tried to appease the situation and handed Harry his clothes. He stopped
scratching his arm and put off his pyjamas and put on his school uniform.

“I know, but you know, in public, we’re still
enemies.”

Harry
sighed and closed the last button of his shirt. His friends stood up and took
Harry in their mid. Hermione stroked over his right arm and smiled assuring.

“Don’t tell me he won’t be with you this evening?”

Harry
nodded with a small, but happy smile, and went with Ron and her to lunch.

Ron was
still reacting disgusted to the fact that his best mate and the Malfoy git were
now something like a couple. But he saw the change in Harry – the positive
change – and he became reconciled with Harry’s obsession. If it would keep him
alive, so what… that was the only important thing.

But one
thing was for sure for the red head: if the blond arrogant prick hurt Harry the
slightest way –mental or physically- he would kill the ferret with
gratification.

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