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The Debt	By : Daktalakpak Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14981 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: I did not post anything last week because of Midsummer. It is an “important” time here in Finland so I had lot to celebrate, meaning: drinking and eating barbeque food. :D Well it is a holiday so I chose to spend it with my family rather than sit inside writing stuff.
Chapter 14

“Acchoooooooo!”
“Bless you, mate.” Ron patted Harry on his back.
“Thanks,” Harry sneezed on a handkerchief he had gotten as a Christmas present from Dobby once. They were eating breakfast but it proved to be difficult task for Harry. His head hurt, his nose ran, his muscles hurt and he was awfully tired. Yesterday had been colder than he had expected and now he faced the consequences of not wearing warm enough clothes. He rested his head against the table and his friends looked at him with pity.
“Harry, maybe you should go back to bed?” Hermione suggested.
It didn’t sound bad at all considering that he could hardly hear her talking either. “Yeah, I will.”
He rose and fled back to the Gryffindor tower and into his bed. He sighed in relieve when he pulled the covers over his head and was able to relax.

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It was probably evening when he woke up to someone touching his head. He crooked his eyes open and saw Draco smiling down on him.
“Should have guessed you get sick, Potter.”
“Leave me alone,” he growled and tucked the covers tighter around him.
“Aaw, don’t be like that, darling,” Draco pouted and didn’t look at all serious.
Harry stuck his tongue out. He had not much energy to do anything else.
“I guess I won’t be giving you this paste that really helps sore muscles to recover then,” Draco said and turned to leave.
“No, wait,” Harry croaked. When Draco turned to face him again he said, “That is kind of you, Draco.”
Draco sat down next to him. “This needs to be applied on your skin.” He reached out and touched Harry forehead. “You have fever so undressing you might not be a good idea now but I am sure we can work around it somehow.”
Harry didn’t want to move. “Do we have to?” he asked with desperation in his voice.
Draco offered him a apologetic smile. “Well I brought also something to your sore throat and I have some potion that will help your headache too.” Draco lifted up a bag for him to see. It seemed to be full of different kind of ailments that he mentioned.
“How do you know so well what I am going through?”
“I have been through the same many times when I was a little kid. I wasn’t exactly the most strongest kid when it came to diseases so I know exactly how it feels.”
“Then how are you not sick?”
Draco smiled smugly. “Because I learned my lesson long time ago.” He put the bag down and started to remove the covers that shielded Harry. “Oh, come on, Potter. Stop being such a child and let me treat you.” He struggled against the weak boy who somehow had strength to cling to the covers. Draco cast a heating charm on Harry and pried his fingers off the covers. “I’ll undress you, so don’t fight back. It will be over soon,” he tried to sound reassuring but the raven haired boy looked rather annoyed even though he was obviously fighting against sleep that threatened to take over.
Harry moaned in pain all the while as Draco applied the paste on his skin. “I know it hurts but you will feel better soon, trust me.”
Harry had his eyes closed and a faint blush on his cheeks. He looked adorable to Draco but he knew better not to touch him any other way than completely platonic. He would have the wrath of his boyfriend if he did anything perverted to him now. He did enjoy taking care of the other boy though. He felt privileged to see the Saviour bedridden in front of him.
Harry sighed when the paste started working. Draco was still applying it to his legs, carefully rubbing in circles.
“How did you know I am sick?” Harry asked sleepily.
“Well I gathered my courage and asked your best friend of course,” Draco said in not so serious tone.
“Ah,” Harry said and half moaned. His eyes were unfocused as he tried to keep them open. He seemed to relax more and more as the effect kicked in. “Thank you, Draco. I feel much better already,” he said and left out a sigh of relief.
Draco shook his head and smiled. “Least I can do when I was the one who dragged you out flying in that cold weather.” He finished rubbing the paste on Harry and cleaned his hands with a quick spell and reached for the bag yet again. He walked to a table in front of one of the windows. There was a jug of water and some glasses set out. He poured water into one of the glasses and mixed in a potion for the head ache. He brought the glass to Harry. “Here, have this and you will feel a lot better in no time.”
Harry greedily drank the offered liquid. He had not drank anything since breakfast so the cool drink was more than welcome.
Draco took the last item from the bag. “Open your mouth. I’ll place this under your tongue so don’t eat it or you might die of overdose.”
“Why, isn’t it just for sore throat?” Harry asked a bit scared.
“Yes,” Draco answered. “But it is rather strong so letting it dissolve in peace would be better for your health.” He popped a little pill looking thing under Harry’s tongue. Soon Harry did not even feel that it was there. It settled in so well and the taste was good too.
Draco patted him on the head. “You have been an excellent patient, Potter. You should feel a lot better tomorrow but you will not be well for couple of days so don’t do anything reckless,” he paused but then continued, “Although saying that to you is pointless. You will probably end up in some life threatening situation anyway.”
Harry would have laughed if he had any strength to do so. He settled for smiling weakly at the blond. “Thank you,” he breathed out as Draco tucked him back under the covers.

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Harry was feeling better the next day but still he felt a bit stuffy. His nose was still running but his head was not aching anymore and his throat was feeling fine. He could deal with his nose and he was grateful to his boyfriend for all the stuff he had brought. He wanted to forget ever doubting the Slytherin. Draco had good qualities as long as you let him show them to you.
They were at breakfast when Professor McGonagall walked up to them. “Mister Potter, I have received several reports of you skipping classes. I would like to see you tonight at eight for detention. Come to the school’s broom shack,” she said and left before Harry could protest.
“That is what you get for getting involved with Malfoy, mate,” Ron said next to him, patting his shoulder with faked compassion.
“Thanks, love you too Ron,” Harry answered and cursed his bad luck.
Unknown to him someone had been listening into what the Professor had said and that said someone was already cooking up plans for tonight.

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Harry did not see Draco before he left to suffer his detention. He arrived to the broom shack that hold every school broom ever existed and that was probably true too when consider the shape the brooms were in.
Professor McGonagall was waiting for him with a rag and a jar of broom polisher. “Mister Potter, your task is simple, polish all the brooms you see here. I’ll come relieve you in two hours.” She offered him the items in her hands and he took them, watching her leave.
The night was quite cold but he was prepared for it. He ventured into the shack, sat on a bench inside it and started on his task.
He had been polishing brooms for half an hour when he heard footsteps near the shack. He didn’t pay much of attention other than quickly glancing up to see some boys walking towards the school away from the shack. He briefly wondered why they were outside so late at night but didn’t pay any more attention to them.
What he didn’t notice was when someone had walked up to the shack. The movement at the doorway caught his attention but it was too late already. The time he realised that there was someone he had been tied up by his wrists and ankles. He yelped in surprise as he fell head first on the ground.

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Draco finished his homework quickly so that he could go and meet his Gryffindor boyfriend. His mind had been occupied by the boy whole day. He had been so busy with his classes that he had had no time to hang out with him. Their professors had almost doubled their work load because Christmas was only a little more than month away. For some reason they always thought that it was necessary to have as much work to be done at the end of a year rather than evenly spread it out for the whole year.
He briskly made his way out of the common room and started the endless climbing up to the Gryffindor tower. He hopes Potter understood and appreciated all the climbing he did almost every day. He knew that yesterday Potter had been grateful for his efforts to take care of him.
When ever he thought of the raven haired boy it made his heart flutter. He would have never before admitted anything like this happening but dating Potter had opened his eyes even if he had been reluctant. Now he was happy that he had been willing to open his eyes and listen to his heart. He could see potential in Potter and their relationship. No one had ever piqued his attention like Potter had and now he knew why.
He finally reached the doorway to the Gryffindor common room. He said the password that Harry had shared with him and stepped in. He hardly could take any step inside the common room when Potter’s best friend Weasley was on his case.
“Malfoy, what are you doing here?”
Draco stopped at his tracks. “I came to see Potter,” he answered as if he had been asked the most idiotic question in the world.
“Can’t you still tell time? He won’t be back for another hour or so,” Ron said as if it had been the most obvious thing.
Draco was confused. He had no knowledge of Potter going anywhere without telling him. “What are you on about, Weasley?”
Ron looked like he knew something he didn’t and was proud of the fact. “He is polishing brooms for skipping class with you all the time.”
“What?” Draco almost panicked. “But he is still sick!”
Ron shrugged. “He looked fine to me.”
Draco was furious. “Fine? He is so not fine! Did you see him yesterday?”
“He told me he was fine. I took his word for it. He is a big boy, Malfoy, he knows how to take care of himself.”
Draco glared at him before turning back to exit the common room. “If he gets even worse after this, I blame you for not being his best friend when he needed you to be,” he said and let the entrance close behind him.
He hurried downwards towards the entrance Hall. He had to hurry. If Potter was the reckless guy he knew him to be, he would not be fine at all. He knew Potter belittled his condition. Draco knew that if he was freezing his arse off in the cold weather like this, it could only get worse and perhaps even deadly. He broke into running when he reached the ground floor and dashed out of the double doors as quickly as possible. Seeing no light at the broom shack at the edge of the Quidditch pitch made his blood run cold.
AN: Ok so.. After this chapter there isn’t much to go on (or so I think) but who knows what those guys get up to.
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