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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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A/N: Beta’d version
put up on Apr. 14^th 2007

Beta: IBelieveInMaryWorth

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Fourteen | Infirmary Time the third – It becomes annoying!

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Harry sat at
breakfast the next morning and nibbled at a piece of toast just for something
to do. Eating was the last thing on his mind.

He’d left Snape’s rooms late at night and went up to
Gryffindor tower, sneaked in his dorm and gulped the sleeping potion Snape had
given him before crawling under his blankets. The Potions Master had even given
him a hall-pass to walk the floors after curfew and, although he was supposed
to go back to infirmary, he hadn’t dared. He had chosen to sleep in his own bed
instead. Pomfrey was already angry at him anyway; he hadn’t come back after
lunch and had given her another
patient on top of that…Harry figured another few hours away couldn’t possibly
make things any worse.

Everyone shunned him, even the Gryffindors, and gave him frightened looks when
they thought he wasn’t looking. Whenever they thought he was out of hearing
range, they pointed at him and whispered about him animatedly.

Ron and Hermione sat beside him and talked to him (although he wasn’t listening
or responding), but he sensed they were forcing themselves to act normally
because they were scared of him too. Just slightly, but scared nevertheless.

His first lesson this morning would’ve actually been potions, but Snape had
other plans. He would give the students tasks and dismiss them to work on the
homework elsewhere, leaving him free to go with Harry up to the infirmary and
help him with Pansy. The Golden Boy’s brain was still working overtime, bombarding
him with salvoes of questions. He had no idea to him why Snape’s behaviour
towards him had changed so drastically and suddenly. And what was Snape’s
intention? Why was he so eager to make Harry apologise instead of simply
punishing him? Why was he so eager to bring him and Draco back together? He’d always
thought that Snape scorned the relationship. Why did he bother with Harry’s
wrists? Why did he…Hermione stood up and shook his shoulder slightly, startling
him out of his litany of questions.

“Come on, Harry, or we’ll be late for Potions.”

The dark haired boy turned around and looked up at Hermione.

“You go ahead. I need to go up to Pomfrey first or she’ll have my head. Besides,
I think I’ll ask her for a headache potion.”

He’d told his friends that he hadn’t found Draco yesterday. That he’d gone all
over the place to be alone and strolled around until exhaustion took over. Why
he’d slept in the dorms instead of the infirmary, they understood without any
explanation. Hermione and Ron looked at him with uneasy eyes.

“Shouldn’t we come with you?” the girl asked, speaking for them both. The
saviour of the wizarding world stood up and shook his head.

“No, I’ll go alone. It’s okay, really.”

“But, Harry…”

“Herm, really, it’s okay.”

He and Hermione left the hall and, although she and Ron weren’t convinced at
all, parted outside.

“Don’t be too long, Harry.”

Harry went upstairs to the third floor and paced the hallway nervously. Snape
had told him to wait for him there so that they could go up to the hospital
wing on the fourth floor together. He checked his watch…eight o’clock. Classes
began now and Snape would be assigning the tasks to the others. He felt sick, his
stomach hurt, his heart was beating frantically and his hands were sweaty.

“Good morning, Mr Potter.”

Harry jumped at the sudden sound. His watch told him it was 08:10 and he
wondered how Snape had managed to assign tasks and come up from the dungeons
within ten minutes.

“Good morning, professor.” His voice betrayed his fear, more like a squeak than
his usual baritone.

“Ready?”

“No – Yes – I don’t know.”

They climbed the stairs to the fourth floor and stopped in front of the huge
white doors. It wasn’t just his hands that were sweaty now. Cascades of cold
sweat were streaming down his back. Snape turned to him, considering his sickly,
pale appearance.

“Harry, nothing will happen to you. Pansy won’t have her wand to hex you and
I’ll get Draco and Blaise out. You know what you have to do.”

The boy nodded slowly, grateful that the professor supported him. Severus put
his hand on the handle and a sudden realization hit him: deja-vú. Himself. The infirmary. Just different people this time, but almost the same reason.
He pushed the handle down and walked in first. Pansy was awake and all three
students - Pansy, Draco and Blaise - bid him good morning. Harry followed Snape
through the door and a deathly silence fell over the three Slytherins. The
Gryffindor felt as if Draco and Blaise were trying to melt him with their
glares. They would probably have managed it if they’d had enough time.

“Professor, what’s going on?” Pansy’s shaky voice broke the silence.

She seemed fine if you ignored the purple hair. Both boys sitting at her side
nodded in furious agreement, turning their death-glares away from Potter to
look at Snape challengingly.

“Mr Zabini, Mr Malfoy, follow me!” Neither boy moved the slightest bit. “That
was no invitation for a cup of tea you can just refuse. THAT WAS AN ORDER!”

Draco and Blaise stood up and the dark haired boy walked over to the door
reluctantly, all the time threatening Harry with his look. Draco stood
impassively, not budging and inch.

“Mr Malfoy!” Snape’s voice was tense.

“No, Professor. I won’t leave her alone with this…this murderer.”

Harry gasped and Draco couldn’t look at him anymore. He had wanted to hurt
Harry deliberately, like he had done to Pansy, but now that he had said it he
felt sick to his bones. He knew if he looked at Harry now, with his huge
emerald green, sad, puppy-like eyes, he would give in.

“Mr Malfoy, he’s no murderer and you…” the Slytherin head of house’s voice
boomed through the entire infirmary, but Pansy lifted her hand and stopped him
suddenly.

“It’s okay, Professor.” She turned to Draco. “Go! It’s
okay, really. Go with Professor Snape.”

“But…but…Panse?”

She grabbed his tie and pulled him closer so she could whisper into his ear.
Harry felt his heart clench again, but he closed his eyes and took two deep
breaths to calm his jealousy. Without another word, just a cute pink blush on
his cheeks, Draco walked to the infirmary door and left. The eyes of Zabini,
Snape and Potter followed him questioningly and turned to Pansy, who smiled at
them innocently.

“What? If you want to know what I told him, ask him. Be happy that I convinced
him to leave.”

Snape nodded, leaving the room with Blaise Zabini in tow.

Harry had been silent so far and had tried to stay in the background, but now
he stood alone in the middle of the infirmary, painfully aware of Pansy’s gaze
resting on him. He raised his head and looked at the girl with insecurity in
his eyes. She wondered how Potter would handle the situation and returned his
look curiously.

She already knew the whole story in every small detail. The first thing she
heard when she awoke from her unconscious state wasn’t words of concern or
happiness that she was awake again, no. The first she thing was Draco flinging
himself at her and telling her everything. She and Blaise had looked at him in
disbelief, not having expected this reaction from him. They were just happy
that he finally had gotten what he had wanted for such a long time – Harry.

But the happiness was quickly dismissed when Draco told them that he couldn’t
be with the boy wonder anymore after what he had done to his ‘sister’. As
stubborn he was, no one could change his mind, or at least that was what Draco
thought. But Pansy knew she could and would do it. If Draco had finally gotten
his hands on something or someone he had wanted for such a long time, he was too
egotistical to let go again. Pansy knew this string of his personality well
enough.

After that, she had to listen to the story two more times.

Shortly after, Snape showed up and told her what he knew about the Potion that
was playing with Potter’s mind. Not one syllable had left his mouth to indicate
that he would help the boy – git. And after Snape, Granger and Weasley showed
up and had tried to explain Harry’s behaviour, almost begging her to forgive
the dark haired boy. When Blaise and Draco had come back from dinner, they had
left quickly to prevent any further stress.

Pansy had used her lonely night to think. Her boys had asked her to let them
stay, but she had wanted to be alone overnight.

Potter remained in the middle of the room, looking at her nervously. She
thought he looked more like a harmless, frightened kitten than a person that
had tried to kill her.

Pansy sat up slowly and with some difficulty and leaned back against the
headboard.

“So, Potter…”

Harry jumped because the silence was broken, and that meant he was supposed to
talk now. Shite! He gulped visibly and took one step forward. He knew what he
had to say, Snape had drilled him. But as always – theory is much easier than
practise.

“Pansy, I know what I did to you is inexcusable and the reason why I did it
isn’t a particularly good one, but please believe me; I am so sorry and hope
you can forgive me one day.”

“I think you would prefer Draco forgiving you instead of me, wouldn’t you?”

Harry gaped at her like a fish, before getting control over his mouth again.

“No, no, Pansy. That has nothing to do with him.”

Another moment of silence went by and Harry looked up with frightened eyes.

“Does he hate me that much?”

The girl just shook her head and rolled her eyes.

“Sit down, Potter.”

He took the chair Draco had sat in before and looked at Pansy expectantly.

“He said that he can’t be with you anymore after what you did to me.”

Harry was mortified; suddenly every muscle in his body went slack. Such a
reaction… well, he would be lying if he said hadn’t thought about it, but to
know that Draco had said it for real…it felt just like the morning when Draco
had pushed him away.

“…right?”

“Er, uhm, sorry,
what did you say, Pansy?”

“I said, I won’t let that happen. Besides he’s too taken
with you to stay away, right?”

The Gryffindor buried his face in his hands and spoke in a strained voice:

“Please… please don’t get me wrong, I’m really relieved and grateful but…why don’t
you hate me from the bottom of your heart? Why help me with Draco? I really
love you for saying it, but I still don’t understand why you would do that
after I hurt you.”

“Because you’re already the fourth person to ask me to
forgive you and try to explain your heated reaction. And I used last
night to think about everything. Po- Harry, I’m a jealous person myself, and I
think if I had the powers you do, I probably would’ve already killed some
people myself. Believe me; I don’t see Draco like that. He’s like a little
brother to me although he’s three months older, and I always have the urge to
protect him. Pretty stupid huh?”

Harry just chuckled “No, it’s not...” he stopped suddenly “Why am I the
fourth?”

“Because apparently everyone loves you, they care more about you than the
victim. And I think there would have been more, if I hadn’t accepted your
apology yet - just kidding. The first thing I heard when I woke up was Draco
begging me not to take revenge on you, because you probably didn’t mean to hurt
me.” A tiny smile appeared on Harry’s lips “The second was Snape.”

“Snape?”

“Uhuh, hadn’t thought so, huh? Well, he
explained to me that you’re drugged with that po- po- powers, I mean you were so drugged with your powers
that you couldn’t control them anymore.”

Harry raised one eyebrow in disbelief, but kept silent.

“And last but not least, your two lovely sidekicks showed up, Granger and
Weasley.”

“WHAT?” Harry jumped up from his chair, gobsmacked.

“Oh yeah,” Pansy said smugly “and they almost begged me to forgive you.”

Harry calmed down, but didn’t take his seat again.

“I’m sorry, Pansy.”

“Don’t be. Without them, maybe I would still want to hex you.”

“I’d better go now, you need to rest. Pansy, I’m really, really grateful that
you don’t hate me and I hope Draco will take me back again.”

“I’ll send you an owl when I’ve convinced him.”

Harry stood awkwardly between the chair and the bed and looked at the Slytherin
girl with an insecure smile.

“Can I…Can I hug you?”

Pansy just laughed and opened her arms.

“Of course.”

They hugged and Harry whispered another muffled ‘Thank you’ into her shoulder,
before they let go and he went over to the entrance door.

“Eurm, Harry?” The boy stopped and turned back.

“Yeah?”

“Why violet? Why did you dye my hair violet?”

The Golden Boy blushed madly.

“I don’t know, I really can’t tell you. I can’t even remember what happened
back then. Snape had to tell me about it yesterday evening. But…but…I think it
looks good. It really suits you, doesn’t it?”

The girl poked out her tongue as he left the infirmary.

Snape, Blaise and (unfortunately) Draco were nowhere to be seen so he went back
to Gryffindor tower and got into bed. He felt relieved, yes, but also nervous
and depressed. Hopefully Draco would forgive him and would still love him
enough to come back to him. He missed him so much, his scent, his eyes, his
voice, his strong arms around him, his kisses; he could continue this list
forever.

His right hand wandered again nervously to his left wrist, but Snape had enchanted
the bandages so that he couldn’t get beneath them no matter how hard he tried. Instead,
he began scratching at his arms and chest until the skin was raw, like he
always did when he was down, sad, depressed or displeased with himself.

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