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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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Warnings: Draco
gets harmed, no wait that’s a little exaggerated…his hair…damn, just read on…

I overcame my writers-block with a lot, I mean A LOT,
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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Fifteen | Pigheaded Draco – Tired Draco

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--Excerpt of Chapter 14--

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.

--End--

Snape closed
the door and looked at Draco who glared back, warning him not to say one wrong
word now. He turned away and addressed Blaise.

“Mr Zabini,
I have first years next class, would you please
supervise them until I can get down there?”

Blaise
stared at him, open-mouthed.

“Me? I
should play teacher?”

“NO! You
should keep an eye on them. Play babysitter.”

Blaise
rolled his eyes and left, mumbling something sounding like “Pft…tries
to be funny…tsk.”

“Come on,
Draco.” Snape said when Zabini was gone, but Malfoy didn’t move again.

‘Pighead,’
thought Snape, irritated. “Draco, do you want me to owl your mother? Why are
you being like this?”

The blond’s
expression hardened into a glare and he crossed his arms in front of his chest,
but gestured his godfather to lead the way nevertheless.

“Maybe that
wouldn’t be such a bad idea; at least she would finally know what you do to
your godchild.”

They
reached the third floor and went into an empty classroom. Snape leaned against
a desk and Draco mirrored him so that they faced each other.

“I don’t do
anything to you.”

“Oh,
forcing me to play Harry’s boyfriend is nothing? That’s nice to know.”

“Now you’re
being a bit unreasonable. Who was the one that wailed for the last four years
about his obsession for Mr Potter, huh?”

“I. Was. Not. Obsessed. I…I just
liked him, okay? God, Sev, how would you feel? I mean, it’s complicated. I
suppressed my feelings for a very long time. I tried to forget. I can’t just
switch everything back on like it’s bloody normal,
because it’s not! Remember…you had to pretty much force me to agree to this,
because I can’t jump into old feelings that easily. All this opened a lot of
old wounds. I like him, yes, but it’s not easy, because he’s not as
straightforward as he seems and neither am I. It’s scary that my feelings have
returned all of a sudden, and so strongly. Okay?”

“Yes, yes,
of course… liked.” Snape’s voice was dripping with sarcasm and Draco wondered
if he’d listened to a word he had said.

To tell the
truth, Draco’s affection for the green eyed boy led back to their first meeting
ever, at Mme Malkin’s. And those green eyes were the
exact reason why he fell for the boy. At the tender age of eleven it wasn’t
love, of course, not in that way. He
was fascinated and this fascination turned into longing over the years. A
longing he couldn’t satisfy because he was a Malfoy.

The enmity,
which was born at Mme Malkin’s out of stupidity, was like a great wall between
them and he had regretted it every day for the last six years.

Draco
rolled his eyes and ignored Severus’ comment completely.

“So, what
do you want? Why are we in this room, Uncle?”

“What do
you plan to do about Mr Potter?” Draco laughed humourlessly and raised a
disbelieving eyebrow.

“Are you
serious? Oh my god, you are! You must be kidding me! Isn’t it obvious? We’re
through, of course!”

“It doesn’t
bother you that your love will probably try to kill himself again?”

“He. Is. NOT. My. Love!”

“You love
him, so he’s your love.” Draco huffed but didn’t protest further. Sev was speaking
the truth as usual, damn him. “Do you want ‘Harry’ to attempt suicide again?”

The blond
stared at him with huge shocked grey eyes and gasped for breath.

“How…bloody
hell, NO…” he stuttered with indignation. “What kind of monster do you think I
am? I don’t want him dead…hell, Sev…” Draco sighed deeply and kneaded the
bridge of his nose “I love him, how can you think I want him dead?”

“You’re
leaving him to drown in his own confusion.”

“HE TRIED
TO KILL PANSY!” Malfoy screamed, putting all his sorrow, anger, despair and
confusion into the little outburst he had allowed himself.

Snape stood
up and went over to take his godson in his arms.

“Pansy will
forgive him.”

Draco
didn’t fight Severus and leaned into the fatherly embrace he only ever got from
his godfather, never his physical father.

“Why are
you so eager to get Harry and me together? At first I thought it was so you
could tease me for being attracted to Harry, but there must be something else.”

“I want you
to be happy.”

The
Slytherin snorted and freed himself from Snape’s embrace to look at him.

“Sev, you
know I appreciate your care and love you more as a father than Lucius, but you
can’t honestly think that I believe you.”

The older
man took one step back and looked at Draco in disbelief.

“You know
Pansy will forgive him for your sake. Don’t you think you should do the same?”

The blonde
groaned in annoyance.

“Argh, Sev, sometimes you’re such a typical adult – if
someone confronts you with unpleasant questions you ignore them as though you
hadn’t heard a word. But I’ll find out. You know I will.”

“You don’t
expect me to feel threatened now, do you?” the Professor asked in an amused
tone. Draco just glared.

“You know
what?” Draco pushed of the table with sudden enthusiasm “I’ll do nothing. I
won’t go running to Harry – he made the mess, he can come to me.”

“Draco,
you’re not the victim here. Pansy is. You’re just a bystander.”

The
Slytherin student had to suppress the urge to poke out his tongue.

“I don’t care.
He’s my boyfriend and hurt my best friend. Of course I want an apology.”

Snape
leaned again against the desk, crossed his arms casually and smirked
sardonically at his beloved godson.

“Well,
well…your boyfriend. And I thought you were through.”

“Oh fuck
you, Sev.”

“Language,
Mr Malfoy.”

This time
Draco gave in and stuck out his tongue.

A ‘pop’ was
heard and a small house elf appeared in front of Snape’s feet.

“Mr Snape, Sir,
Harry Potter has left the infirmary, Sir.”

The Potions
Master pushed himself up off the desk and pulled out parchment and a quill from
his robes.

“Thank you,
Elba.”

The elf
vanished with a deep bow and Draco went over to his godfather.

“What was all
that about?”

“Nothing.
I just placed the elf in front of the infirmary to inform me when Mr Potter
leaves. I have to get back to my class now. Hopefully the room is still intact.
Mr Zabini is sometimes more of a child than the first years. I hope I didn’t
make too much of a mistake sending him. So now you can go up to see Miss
Parkinson if you want to…that reminds me, what did she whisper in your ear to
make you so eager to leave the room suddenly?”

Draco
sneered at Snape and went over to the door.

“I wouldn’t tell you under any circumstances.” With
that, he left the head of Slytherin house alone. Severus shook his head and
went back to the letter he wanted to write.

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“Hey, darling.” Draco was welcomed as he entered
the infirmary. As usual, he came straight to the point.

“What happened here while I was gone?”

“Nothing important, darling. Harry just apologised and I
accepted. I promised him I would help him get you back if he couldn’t manage it
alone. Then we hugged and he left.”

Draco jumped out of the chair he had sat in and
rested his fists on the bed.

“You WHAT?”

“We
hugged.” Pansy visibly enjoyed the moment and spoke treacherously sweet.

“No! The sentence before that.”

“I’ll help
him…”

“Pansy, no!
The fuck you will!”

“You should
be pleased. And besides, there’s no point in arguing about.”

“You
can’t…”

“Sssh”

“I won’t…”

“Sssh”

“PANSY!”

“Stop!”

“Argh” Draco fell back in the armchair in defeat.
“You’re…you’re…argh, I don’t know.”

“Just say
I’m wonderful. That’s pretty close to the truth.”

Moments
went by in silence. Draco fumed and grumbled to himself and Pansy watched him
with a huge smirk.

“Did they
ask what I whispered in your ear?” The girl asked suddenly.

“Huh? Of
course, Snape just asked me and Blaise will definitely want to know later.” The
blonde huffed back.

“Did you
tell?”

“What? I’m
not stupid. It’s none of their business.”

“Will you
tell Harry if he asks? After all he’s involved.” The girl smirked naughtily.

“Panse, are you trying to drive me mad? I definitely won’t be
telling Harry.”

“Oh, I
know. You’re going to show him when it comes to that.”

“Why did I
even come back again?” The blond asked himself in exhaustion and threw his arms
over his eyes to hide pink tinges of embarrassment on his cheeks.

Why did
they need to talk about this now? Talking about fantasies involving Harry only
resulted in images of those fantasies. Images he didn’t want at the moment. He
was still angry with the boy and at the moment he just wanted some normality.

Part of him
wished that the potion would wear off and Harry would go back to hating him. Then
he could go back to watching him from afar. His life had been so much easier
before this damn Potions accident.

For the
first time, he considered the thought this was the vengeance of God for pushing
Potter back that day.

“Panse?” Draco asked when he had calmed down and lowered
his arms. “Do you want me to stay the rest of the day?”

“I would be
happy to have some company, darling.”

“Then shift
over, because I’m dead tired.”

The Slytherin
boy kicked off his shoes and fell on the free side of the bed. Still in his
clothes, he fell asleep on the blanket. Pansy humphed.

“That
wasn’t quite the company I had expected.” She turned to Draco and began to
plait his hair in boredom.

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Hermione and
Ron sat at Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. It was lunch time and they
wondered with some worry where Harry was. Neither of them had seen him since
breakfast. A fear that he had done, or was doing, something stupid again grew
in their guts. A huge barn owl landed in front of Hermione and lifted its leg arrogantly.
The girl undid the letter and the bird was up in the air again without waiting
for a treat.

Hermione
scrutinised the envelope. No sender, just ‘Miss
H. Granger – Confidential’ written in clean, tidy letters.

“What’s
this?” Ron asked.

“I don’t
know.” She cast some revealing charms; no hexes or curses were attached to the
letter and she opened the envelope before Ron Weasley’s curious eyes.

‘This letter is enchanted by Prof. S. Snape,
Potions Master of Hogwarts. Its content can only be revealed if you, Miss H.
Granger, are alone and safe from prying eyes.’

A letter from her Potions Master which only she was allowed to read? Hermione felt a blush rising in her
cheeks. She had never gotten a private letter from a teacher before and the
fact that her first was from Professor Snape made everything more exciting for
her.

“Snape sent
you a letter?”

“Yeah, it’s
probably about Harry.” She said, already rising from her place.

“I’ll read
it quickly and meet you in front of the greenhouse, okay?” The bushy haired
girl placed a quick kiss on Ron’s cheek and was gone before he could even
answer.

As head
girl of Gryffindor, Hermione had access to the prefect bathroom, which came in
quite handy now. She closed the door and locked it, adding an Alerting charm
just to be sure.

Her hands
shook with excitement, even though she had a good guess about the content. She
opened the envelope and took out the sheet of parchment.

‘Miss Granger, I hope you understand that this
letter’s content has to be kept secret.

It’s no-one’s business but the people already involved.

I talked to Mr Malfoy, he’s not willing to
forgive Mr Potter and make the first step towards patching things up between
them. I warned him of the possible consequences but he is stubborn. To ensure
that Mr Potter won’t try to harm himself again, I would like you to take care
of him. Maybe you could manage to keep Mr Potter alive, as hard that sounds,
until I find an antidote.

Prof. S. Snape’

Hermione
gaped at the letter in disbelief. As much she admired the man for what he had
done over the past few days, he really was oblivious to Harry’s obstinacy and
to his love. She had seen Harry’s reactions and behaviour when Draco was around
and nothing could hold him back. They would need to chain the Golden Boy to a
wall to keep him away from Malfoy.

The only
true way, Hermione thought with mixed feelings, was to help Harry to seduce the
Slytherin. As soon as she had finished that thought, a plan began to form in
her mind.

Herbology
would have to wait. A talk with Pansy was more important now.

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