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Dragon He Saved	By : Prentice Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 15781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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
the wonderful support that you've all shown me. I have to say, when I first
started posting this again, I wasn't sure if anyone would enjoy it so it was
more than a spectacular surprise to see that a few of you out there do.
Thank-you.

Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted

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Chapter 14

Biting his lip, Harry could do nothing but clutch his forehead as the
sensation exploded through his body. It was as though a thousand small
fingertips were running along Harry's scar making the rest of his body prickle
with energy and his stomach clench painfully. The sickening sensation rolled
over him in waves as he stared down blearily at Draco.

The feeling was like torture. A very strange and exciting torture but none
the less torture...

//Oh bloody fucking hell this is too much! // He thought as he tried to
concentrate on the feel of Draco's skin beneath his hand. But, if anything, the
concentration on that creamy surface only made the sensation increase ten-fold.
A low moan of pleasured pain escaped his lips as he felt his body sliding to the
ground beside Draco's sleeping form.

The cool tiles of the bathroom floor made him hiss as they pressed against
his over heated flesh. His stomach fluttered dangerously making his quickly pull
his hand from Draco's chest and press it against his mouth. The waves of
pleasure were overriding his system but then --

The sensation faded. Completely.

//What?// Harry thought hollowly as his body continued to shake from the left
over jolts of magic. It was as if a gate had been slammed close, cutting off the
pulse that had seconds before riddled his body with excruciating ecstasy.

Panting, Harry stared hard at the side of Draco's head. What the hell was
going on? Never before had something like that happened to him. Only this
morning when the blonde showed up had it started...

//Merlin, was that just this morning? // He thought fuzzily. It seemed
ridiculous to think so after all the things that he�d been through during those
few hours.
//I need a vacation.// was his only thought as he forced his eyes to refocus.

Allowing his self one short minute of rest, the Gryffindor waited for his
pounding heart to slow before pushing himself up to his knees once again.
Pressing a hand to his forehead, he wiped away the sweat that had gathered there
even as he licked his upper lip.

//I have to write Professor Dumbledore -- I have to. No matter if I can't
find the right words to tell him what�s going on. // He thought ignoring the
bang of --hesitation? -- in his heart. He knew that it was the logical thing to
do. Obviously something was going on here; something more than his one time
archenemy showing up beaten to a bloody pulp. Even if Harry had been a muggle,
he would be hard pressed not to feel the magic that had flooded the air moments
ago. As a practicing wizard, however, it almost choked him with it�s thickness.

Regardless of the fact that magic having no real smell or taste, with the
amount that had just happened within this one tiny bathroom, it should have.

//Worry about it later! Get moving, you git! You need to get him cleaned and
back into your room before the Dursley's get back! And before whatever that was,
happens again. // A frantic voice rattled in his head. It was enough to make
Harry nod.

Tonight, when he had time, he would decide what to do. He would think up a
plan or at least write Professor Dumbledore but for now, he needed to worry
about Draco.

And with that, as if nothing at all unusual happened - fore what would be
accomplished if he dwelled on it - Harry went back to bathing Draco; rolling him
to his sides (though he didn't wake up) to get the grim of his back. Harry was
thankful to see that there was barely any damage there other than a few fading
bruises. Apparently whoever had hurt Draco had attacked him from the front, only
allowing the boy to protect his back. That along gave Harry some small morsel of
relief...

//I would never forgive myself if someone had hexed him from the back. // He
mused, mind still partially muddled from the wave of magical energy as he
resettled Draco into his former position.

Now, that only left Draco's lower half.

"I hope you'll forgive me, Draco..." Harry murmured as he began to undue
Draco's be-ragged trousers. Taking great care not to wake the boy, Harry pulled
the fabric down his legs with a clinical like calm he had seen Madame Pomfrey
use the few times he had had to endure being undressed by the aging medi-witch.
Every now and then, he was forced to stop as the fabric seemed to stick to
whatever was underneath. His fingers shook, though he wasn�t sure if it was due
to restraint or fear for what he might see.

Harry�s stomach fluttered nervously as he tugged the last leg free. Draco's
legs were smooth a silk even though they were withered and bruised. The creamy
skin was pale and hairless as the day he was born and it seemed to be a natural
state of affairs for them to be so.

Swallowing thickly, Harry�s stomach somersaulted as he, for the first time,
let his eyes trail up the legs, thighs...

His mouth went dry, cheeks burning. Draco didn't wear any underwear.

"Oh..." He croaked, quickly averting his eyes for Draco�s� and his own sake.
Snatching one of the fresh towels nearby, he quickly placed it delicately over
the blonde. Once the temptation to look had dimmed slightly, Harry forced
himself to adopt, what he hoped was, a vague clinical manner and cleaned the
smooth hairless legs.

All too soon he found himself patting the moisture off the boy�s body and
grabbing a small tube of crushed 'immortelle' to smooth over Draco's
cuts. For the most part the crushed flowers were only used (as far as he knew
from Madame Pomfrey) for broken bones but from his own experience he knew it
held other healing qualities.

What they were, he couldn't say but he felt confident that if it worked for
him while in mid-quidditch season then it would work for Draco now. He only
hoped it hadn't gone bad.

"Almost there." He murmured, wiping his fingers on a spare rag before turning
and grabbing the change of clothes he had brought. They weren't much to look at;
just a very oversized pair of sweat pants and a worn tee shirt but they were
better than what Draco had had.

//I'll have to burn those.// Harry ruminated, picking up the wasted clothes
and dumping them on the pile that he made before turning and manipulating
Draco's body into the fresh set of worn out tee shirt and pants.

He couldn't help a small smile at the picture Draco made. Though his hair was
still shaggy and more than a little dirty, he looked like a little boy in the
oversized clothes. A very badly treated one but none the less, he looked very
fetching.

//I'd probably get the trademark Malfoy glare if he knew what I was
thinking...//

The young wizard thought, indulging in an image of that very glare in his
mind. He cut the thought short. Now was not the time to daydream.

//All right.// He thought, eyes dancing around the small room as he took in
inventory of the mess he had made while bathing Draco. He needed to make sure to
clean it. Soon. But for now, he would worry about that after he had taken care
of Draco.

Squatting down, Harry picked up the blonde much as he had before and carried
him back to his room. The boy seemed disturbingly lighter without some of the
filth that had covered him.

//Sweet Merlin.// Harry thought. How could the blonde have lived like this?
There was nothing there; just skin hanging onto bone.

Somberly, the Gryffindor settled Draco into his bed, pulling the thin
coverlet over his form. A sigh escaped the blonde's lips as he immediately
snuggled his head into Harry's pillow.

"Congratulations, Draco. You've definitely done what no one else could. You
made me happy to be the Boy-Who-Lived for the first time in my life." Harry
whispered before turning back to the door way to trudge back to what he needed
to do.

Harry paused in the doorway to stare at the sleeping boy�s form, the distant
echo of the pleasure in his scar flickering before he turned to go make tea and
clean the bathroom.
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