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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 12

The shower ended up taking longer than either boy had really planned. After
sorting out the few items he needed, Harry flipped on the shower head so the
heater could kick in -- the Dursleys� had a horrid water heater, it took at
least five minutes for the water to warm up enough so you wouldn't go into shock
-- then went about doing the one task he wanted to avoid: undressing Draco.

"D-do I need to s-s-stand?" The blonde asked quietly as Harry leaned over to
grab the hem of his tee shirt. Harry shook his head.

"No. I can manage." He murmured quietly, hoping his gentle tone would soothe
and comfort the other boy as well as steer clear of any embarrassment that might
be trying to force its way to the surface.

Draco nodded, looking down at his battered hands lying curled in his lap. A
small flush began to spread over his cheeks and neck, disappearing into the
neckline of his tee shirt. The corners of his mouth twitched as if he was
debating if he should say something.

Harry�s fingers curled around the hem of the boy�s shirt, waiting and
watching. Draco�s face was beginning to pinch into itself as though a war was
raging inside but minutes ticked away as the boy said nothing. Finally, the
blondes nodded slightly, lips thinning to a pale line across his face.

With a deep breath, the young Gryffindor began to ease the tattered tee shirt
up. Inch by excruciating inch it peeled away to reveal bruised flesh. A
multitude of cuts and blackened bruises marred the once milky flesh of the
blonde�s abdomen.

Welts of varying sizes ran crisscross along his stomach to form a deranged
and bloody version of a tic-tac-toe board. Scratches that could only belong to
fingernails glared an angry red, obviously infected by the lack of medical
attention.

Harry swallowed thickly but continued to peel the shirt away to reveal the
bottom of Draco�s chest...There was patterned bruises that could only be from
the long end of a belt.

//A belt? Wizards don't wear belts...//

"Draco..." Harry began, revulsion causing his voice to waver and hands still
where they were.

"D-don't!" Draco hissed, shaky hands grasping Harry's own in a surprisingly
strong grip. "J-just don't P-potter. I don't w-want to talk a-about it!"

Harry could only stare at him in surprise. A part of him was screaming to not
listen to Draco. To ask the boy the question he wanted to. But...

"It's okay, Draco." He murmured, fighting down a wave of nausea. Sucking a
sharp breath through his nose, he carefully began to ease the shirt up again.

It would only make things more difficult than they already were if he pressed
the blonde on the issue. Draco would tell him what he wanted to know sooner or
later.

//Lets just hope it's sooner.// Harry thought as he felt bile rise in his
throat. If he had thought the bottom of Draco's chest was bad...

Bloody welts glared angrily back of him. Some of them were rising up from his
skin giving Harry more than a good hint that they were inflamed. Along the
welts, bruises highlighted them, making your eyes jump from one to the next
before you could stop them.

Against his hands, Harry could feel Draco shaking so badly that he could
barely hold the hem of the shirt without Draco's body bumping again them causing
a small yip to escape his lips.

"I'm so sorry..." Harry whispered, tears stinging his eyes. And he was. He
was sorry for so many things right now; for his parents dying to protect him,
for him not being strong enough to destroy Voldemort fully, but most of all for
not being able to protect Draco from...everything...

"L-l-leave it, Potter." Draco growled, shoving Harry's hands away.

"Draco..."

"NO!"

Harry watched in alarm as Draco ripped the tee shirt over his head the rest
of the way, causing some of the welts to begin to bleed again.

"There P-potter! H-have a good l-look!" Draco hissed, fingers clenching into
fists. But Harry didn't. It wasn't for the lack of wanting to but he knew now,
without a doubt, that if he did, he would lose the little bit of trust Draco had
in him...forever.

"Draco...calm down." Harry implored softly, staring directly into the other
boy�s tear clouded eyes. "You're going to hurt yourself."

"I d-don't c-c-care!" Draco shouted at him. "I don't c-care! D-do you hear
m-me! I d-don't!"

Another part of Harry's heart died.

"Don't l-look at me l-like that P-potter! I don't want your p-pity!"

And with that Draco began to push at Harry, albeit weakly. His bone-thin
hands pressed against Harry's shoulders as if he was trying to escape.

"L-let me go, Potter! L-let me go!"

"I'm not touching you Draco. I'm not. I swear it." Harry said, letting his
hands fall down to his sides as Draco continued to push.

//Let him wear himself out. He needs to get it out...//

"L-let me go..." Draco sobbed, giving one last shove to Harry before breaking
down into gut wrenching sobs. In a matter of seconds, the hands that had been
shoving Harry away were pulling him close.

Harry didn't hesitate as he wrapped his arms carefully around the other boys
form, sliding to the ground and pulling Draco into his lap.

"It's okay baby. I've got you. Harry's got you. I'm here. No one else. Just
Harry...just your Harry..." He murmured, rocking them both back and forth. One
hand rested against the small of the boys back while the other rubbed soothing
circles into Draco's withered arm.

Time slipped away as Harry rocked them, his back pressed against the shower
door and Draco curled pathetically in his lap. The blonde�s sobs bounced around
the walls but Harry didn't seem to mind. He would simply shush him gently and
pull him closer.

//He's losing it, Harry; he's falling apart slowly but surely. Merlin knows
how long he's been wandering around the muggle world. It's all been too much for
him...You need to fix him. Give him something to hold on to.//

Harry looked down at the boy in his arms. His sobs were slowing as exhaustion
set in. //He's only been here a day...//

"D-don't let them take me, Potter..." Draco murmured, more than half asleep.

Harry's heart fluttered.

"Never."

//A day is all you need.//
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