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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.

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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 15

The night found Harry sitting at his desk, staring intently at Draco's
sleeping form.

Glimmers of moonlight slithered through the window, illuminating the boy's
white-blonde hair to make a halo around his gaunt face. Every now and then his
cheeks would twitch as though a wisp of a nightmare was coming upon him but then
would smooth after he buried his face in Harry's pillow and filled his senses
with the raven haired boy�s scent.

The implication of that, if nothing else, tore at Harry's heart more than he
cared to admit. As it was, if Draco had sought out Harry, even if he hadn't
consciously known it, that would mean... that would be as if --

//As if he only felt safe with me.// Harry thought, running a shaky hand
through his hair. That thought alone was enough to make the Gryffindor want to
run out the room and hide until someone came to collect Draco.

He'd never had anyone who relied on him.

Oh sure, he'd had people admire him, praise him, hell, a few even "looked-up"
to him but never before had someone truly rely on him. Some might say that he
had more than half of the Wizarding community relying on him for their safety
but that was decidedly different. They weren't truly relying on him. They
were relying on the abilities he had, whatever they were, to save them all. They
were relying on his knowledge of magic, his courage in the face of evil; they
were relying on the Boy-Who-Lived. Not Harry Potter.

Not Harry.

Draco on the other hand -- was. He was relying on Harry's physical and
emotional strength; his knowledge of everyday life in both the Wizarding and
muggle world. He was relying on Harry. Just Harry. Only Harry, at this point.

// What if I fail him? //

That was a question that had been looming over the young wizard since just
after he had settled Draco into his bed. He had tried not to think about it and
had succeeded with all the distractions of cleaning and making sure he had
things the boy would need -- until now. Now, all he had to distract him was the
rise and fall of Draco's chest and the intrusive sounds of his Uncle's snoring.
It wasn't enough.

//I can't fail him. I can't. I don't think I could live with myself if I did.
// He thought reverently, the gravity of the situation settling itself heavily
on his shoulders. If he failed Draco it could mean so many things. Not just for
Draco or for himself but for everyone. For every wizard and witch in the magical
world.

If Harry failed, he'd lose faith. Not just in the world but in his self. If
he couldn't protect everyone from the clutches of the Dark Lord, how could he
ever hope to protect Draco from -- everything?

//Wait...wait...you're putting Draco above everything and everyone? How can
you do that? Yesterday you wouldn't have thought twice about throwing him in
Azkaban with his father and in less than twenty-four hours you're...you're...//

This time the voice sounded so much like Ron that Harry had to smile but it
faded almost as quickly as it came.

//I'm what? Willing to be the bigger man and put our childish antics behind
me so I can take care of him? So I can make sure that something like this
doesn't happen to anyone else?// He argued, a frown creasing his brow.

A very Ron-like sigh came at him mentally along with...//You're cracked.//

And he was. If being cracked meant that he was willing to take care of Draco
then he would proudly wear that name.

"Going to take care of you like no one has before..." Harry murmured, gliding
from his chair to kneel beside the bed. Reaching out a sure hand, he ran it down
the length of Draco's supple spine that was (conveniently) exposed to him.

"You don't know what you're doing to me, Draco." He continued on
conversationally, not minding at all the he was speaking to the back of the
blonde's head. "Everything that I've built-up towards you in the last couple of
years at Hogwarts, you've managed to shatter in the span of less than a day."

"I don't know if you planned it that way. I hope not. If you did�I really
don't think you did. If you had, you wouldn't have shown up to me so�so,
vulnerable. You took a chance on me and by the stars I'm happy you did..."

Harry moved from his kneeling position to, as gently as he could manage,
slide onto the bed behind the boy. He didn't crawl beneath the covers. It was a
warm enough night. Harry continued on --

"I'm sorry that all this had to happen to you, Draco. No matter if your
parents were or were not involved with the Death Eaters and Voldemort in some
way or another. No one should have to deal with that. No one. And, I know that
it doesn't mean much to you for me to say but -- if I could, I would have
sparred you the pain. I know you'd probably think that I don't know the pain. I
never really knew my mother and father. But I do...I do know the pain. Or at
least the fear. I live with it everyday of my life."

Thoughts of Sirius, his still on-the-run godfather, rushed through his mind.
Ever since those few short moments with his godfather, Harry had rarely seen
him.

Sure, he had seen his godfather in secret and was writing to him regularly
but it wasn't the same. Every day Harry lived in fear that he would get a note
from Ron or Hermione, or even pick up the Daily Prophet and see that the man had
been captured and was going to receive the Dementor's kiss.

Harry didn't hold to the illusion that he could save the wayward man again.
It had been only a stroke of pure luck that he had done it once. Not that Harry
believed in luck anymore. Luck was for muggle kids who had dreams of becoming a
star. Not for the boy who had the fate of the entire Wizarding world resting on
his fingertips.

"Sometimes..." Harry started, pulling himself closer to Draco as he tried to
think of the right words. "Sometimes I wonder if this all isn't a game of some
kind. That someone's going to jump out from behind a corner, point and finger
and laugh like a loon while someone else tells me this has all been made up.
That dragons and magic and Voldemort are all just some game that they
made up to test me. Test to see how well I'll be able to deal with real life
because everyone knows it's made of madness and tea parties..."

Harry again moved closer to Draco till his chest was pressed flush against
the boy's back.

"But I'll tell you one thing Draco Malfoy, if this is a game and we're all
just pawns in the whole grand scheme of things...I hope to God, Merlin or
whoever is willing to listening, that you and I aren't. That whatever is
happening between us isn't some...some amusement from fate."

With that final sentiment hanging in the air, Harry Potter, the boy who
lived, slipped into a dream-filled sleep.
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