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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 13

By the time
Draco had dropped into a deep sleep, Harry had just begun to worry. He wasn't
sure how long they had been in the shower and though he was confident his
relatives wouldn't come barging in on them should they return home, he still had
many things to do. One being top and foremost in his mind was making something
light for Draco to eat. He didn�t want to push the boy, that would only make him
sick, but they had to get something into his stomach.

Harry fought
down a few choice curse words as he tried to remember what was in the pantry
downstairs. He wasn't sure what Aunt Petunia had stocked and more importantly if
what she had stocked he would be able to take. Not that there was a chance that
his Aunt would notice something was missing. With Dudley in the house, things
tended to only last for so long. Harry had to learn that the hard way.

//There
should be some tea left. Dudley hates honey tea and Aunt Petunia only brings it
out when company is over.// He thought shifting Draco onto the floor
regretfully.

A shower was
most definitely out of the question now. Well, at least a real shower was out of
the question. The best he could do for the boy was give him a make-shift sponge
bath to get some of the grit off of him as well as bandage some of the worst of
the wounds; which meant most of his body. Harry sighed. Once Draco had his
strength back, Harry would be able to help the blonde to take a shower.

Not wanting
to waste time, Harry scrambled to his feet and opened the shower door enough so
he could reach in a flip the water off. It had just barely begun to warm.
Turning on his heels, mindful of were Draco lay, the young wizard went to the
water basin and flipped that water on. It would be better if he had a bowel of
some sort, just so he could lay it beside Draco as he tended to him, but a part
of the Gryffindor wouldn�t allow him to leave the confines of the room long
enough to find one.

//This is
easier anyway.// a voice supplied. He didn�t argue.

Adjusting
the knobs, Harry let his finger hover under the water, waiting for the
temperature to become just right. Thankfully, the water in the tap warmed faster
than the shower and in no time at all, the basin was half filled with lukewarm
water.

Wiping his
fingers on his jeans, the dark haired boy grabbed the soap he had brought from
his room, which was only a small bottle of slivery liquid Hermione had made for
him before they left Hogwarts. Quickly he measured out a cap full and dumped it
into the water. The liquid was a mixture of Woundwort poultice and an array of
other herbs that Harry wasn't sure he could pronounce but his friend had
promised worked wonders.

Swishing his
fingers around in the water, the Gryffindor watched in mild fascination (though
he'd seen it before) as the water turned a coppery color. He knew from his own
experience that the liquid was extremely powerful. Just the small cap-full would
help heal more than half of Draco's cuts while disinfecting the worst of them as
well as ease the ache in some of the uglier bruises.

He really
needed to thank Hermione sometime...

Steeling his
resolve, Harry grabbed one of the many rags he had brought and dipped it into
the water. Better to use his rags first. He could at least throw them away.

//Hope
you're a deep sleeper, Draco.// He thought as he dipped the rag in again, rung
it out and slide to his knees beside the prone boy. //Better just leave the
pants on for now.//

Folding the
rag into a small square and placing the corner of it onto the blonde�s shoulder,
Harry swallowed thickly. He truly hoped that the other boy stayed asleep through
out all of this. It was going to hurt like hell if not.

Casting one
last glance to the Slytherin�s face, Harry began to bathe away the dirt. Almost
instantly, the rag was covered in caked dirt and congealed blood. Harry felt his
stomach roll.

// I�m
sorry. //

Lifting the
clothe away, Harry dipped it into the water basin, watching as the grim floated
off the rag to be pulled to the bottom of the sink, just as he had knew it
would. Squeezing the clothe out again, he leaned back down to his task.

//Slow and
easy; the last thing I need is for him to wake up.// He thought, scrubbing as
gently as possible at a spot near Draco's collarbone.

Several
trips to the water basin and more than a few rags later, Harry had finally
cleaned Draco's chest, neck and face to the full extent that he could. He was
hard pressed not to caress the creamy skin now that it was clean. Never before
had he realized how much it truly did make Draco look like -- Draco; like the
boy he knew, or, had thought he knew.

//C'mon
Harry! Get it together! He's exhausted, beaten and more than likely mentally
unstable. You can't just start --petting -- him when he's like that!// He
chastised himself. But even so, Harry couldn't help but let his fingers hover
over the downy flesh of Draco's bare shoulder.

//He's
beautiful. Really truly beautiful.// He mused, watching in mild fascination as
his tanned hand hovered so close to the boy�s cream flesh he could feel the heat
rising.

As strange
as it was for the Gryffindor to think or even begin to think, he did think Draco
was beautiful. Why he never noticed it before was beyond him. But now that he
had, the fragile beauty lying before him took his breath away. Draco Malfoy was
exquisite.

"So
beautiful..." Harry found himself murmuring unconsciously, hand moving in the
air just above the normally porcelain skin.

It didn't
matter that this young wizard was one of his enemies; that he was a boy; that
right now Draco was broken. Harry could fix him.

"I don't
know what's going on Draco. Not with you and not with me but I swear to you --
I'll make this right." The Gryffindor murmured, moving to place a comforting
hand on top of Draco's heart. But the comfort only lasted for as long as it took
for Harry�s skin to touch Draco�s.

A firestorm
was exploding through his scar.
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