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Benefactor	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 116200 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Snape stared down at the boy in Draco’s bed. He’d flooed over to Draco’s flat as soon as the Malfoy heir had left Snape’s home. He had expected the accumulation of illegal potions that he’d found in the kitchen. But he hadn’t expected to see a boy that was clearly below the age of consent nuzzled into Draco’s pillow. “Draco… what have you done?” he breathed as he reached for the coverlet.
He hoped beyond hope that he was simply reading this discovery wrong even as he pulled the covers back from the sleeping boy. He barely glanced the sheer nightgown and semen stained thighs before closing his eyes and gently putting the covers back.
Snape shook his head and reached for his wand. It was horrible what he’d found but there was a chance that Draco hadn’t needed the Abortion Potion for this boy. A few diagnostic spells over the boy and Snape sighed heavily. The boy had been changed from overconsumption of various potions. And far worse, he was indeed carrying another life in his too young body. No wonder Draco said it was a medically dangerous pregnancy. Snape couldn’t think of any more dangerous of a pregnancy than an underage boy.
Snape turned away from the black haired boy and made his way to the main room of the flat. Part of him wished he hadn’t investigated this. It had put him in a terrible position that he didn’t want to be in. He couldn’t allow Draco to continue to abuse the boy. His own difficult childhood had left him unwilling to allow another child to be harmed. But he had also seen Draco grow up and aided in the Malfoy heir’s instruction. It felt like he was already betraying the boy he almost thought of as his own child. He couldn’t assist them both.
If he saved the boy from this situation Draco would invariably go to Azkaban. If he helped Draco get out of the position he’d gotten into, the boy would be left in his care to continue being abused. Snape sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead with one hand.
His mind was spinning slightly as he tried to think up some way to salvage the situation without one of them suffering. A part of him wanted to wake the boy in the next room up and ask him what he thought. But judging from the potions that Snape had already found in the flat the answer the boy would give was predictable. He was so entangled by potions and his own youth that the boy would most likely never even realize he was being abused.
Snape got to his feet and made his way over to the fireplace. Though he didn’t truly want to leave the boy here he knew that no matter what he decided he had to leave him here for now. Draco was his guardian. A position that the man never should have been allowed to take on, clearly, but he still was.
Snape took a bit of floo powder from the pot on the mantle and threw it into the flames. He snapped out his destination right after stepping into the emerald green fire. Snape zipped off, leaving the flat just as he’d found it. For the time being at least.
Almost an hour went by before Harry stirred in Draco’s bed. He stretched some before letting out a little noise of contentment and nuzzling deeper into the pillow under his head. He let himself just lay there for several minutes before realizing that Draco wasn’t beside him where he usually was. Somewhat concerned, Harry pushed himself up to look over his shoulder. “Master?” he called when he saw the other side of the bed empty.
Harry frowned and slowly got out of bed to go into the main room of the flat. He didn’t spot Draco there either. Harry’s frown deepened but he decided that his Master must have just gone out for an errand and would be back soon. He didn’t like it but he wouldn’t complain. He knew that his Master was busy and couldn’t spend every moment with him. He just didn’t like it much. He much preferred it when he could be with the blonde man, even if it was just to sit curled up in his lap.
Deciding to start his day even though it was getting closer to afternoon than day, Harry made his way into the bathroom to wash up. He was a little upset he’d again slept so much of the morning away. That was the third time this week he had just snoozed for hours when he could have been taking care of his Master and the flat. He’d even gone to bed early last night to try and wake up at a decent time. Harry couldn’t understand why he was so tired but he knew Master said that he was fine. The healer hadn’t said anything was wrong and Harry had been to see that rather creepy older man just last week.
Surely nothing could have changed in just a week. Harry was sure he was just overworking himself. He would take his chores easy today and see if that didn’t help. With that decided, Harry set to washing himself off. Maybe by the time he was finished Draco would be home. Pleased with the thought, Harry grabbed the nearest bottle of body wash and started with the dried seed on his legs from last night’s lovemaking with his Master.
When he finished cleaning himself, Harry got dressed in one of his Master’s favorite outfits. It was a pretty mint green and white maid’s outfit that came complete with a little apron that would do nothing to protect in case of a spill. But Harry figured that wasn’t really the point.
After he was dressed, Harry ate a quick breakfast and then started on his self appointed chores around the flat. He took his time in doing them. He didn’t want to be too tired tonight. But he found himself still growing tired before he’d even done half of his chores. He couldn’t explain it. He hadn’t done anything strenuous at all. Just washed the dishes and cleaned off the counters. He hadn’t even stripped the bed of last night’s soiled sheets yet. Or done anything with their clothes.
Somewhat disturbed by his own utter lack of energy, Harry decided to watch the television for a little while to see if that didn’t help him recover a bit faster. Surely that wouldn’t be too tiring an activity?
Harry grabbed a throw cover from the back of the couch and curled up to watch whatever the television was on. It looked to be some sort of old movie. Tucking his legs under himself, Harry lay down across the couch and wrapped the blanket around him. It wasn’t really cold but he liked the feeling of being wrapped up in a blanket. It wasn’t as good as Draco’s arms but it would do for now.
Harry laid his head down against the armrest of the couch and tried to pay attention to the movie. It wasn’t very funny but Harry wasn’t sure it was trying to be. He didn’t recognize the movie and the people had weird accents. It made them a little hard to understand. Harry sort of stopped trying to after a while and just watched. Before he knew it he was closing his eyes in an attempt to soothe the burning sensation that he felt.
That was where Draco found him when he finally arrived home several hours later. He was surprised to find his Angel napping in the middle of the day. Harry didn’t usually do things like that. He was even more surprised to see that the flat wasn’t as spotless as it usually was. He knew that Harry liked to keep the flat spotless for him. To have the sheets not changed and bed not made was almost unheard of. Not to mention to have their clothes still in the hamper.
Draco tried to not feel guilty but it was impossible. He knew this was only the first detriment out of many to his Angel’s health due to his condition. He was just glad that Harry didn’t seem to be getting sick. At least not yet. It would be nearly impossible to explain that away. So far Harry seemed to be buying the idea that he was just doing too much and that was why he was so tired but Draco wasn’t sure how long he could keep that explanation going.
With a sigh, Draco bent down and scooped his Angel up off the couch to carry him into the bedroom. He’d put Harry down above the covers so that he didn’t get dirty again from the dirty sheets. He would change the sheets himself before they went to bed again.
Miles away in a small office a dark man was sitting in front of a rather overflowing desk of papers. “I’d like to report a child in danger.”
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