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Dark Knight	By : xDAISUKIx Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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POLL END

I got a few mixed reviews about the previous chapter- but I felt that it was fair of the readers to feel that way, some were about how they got more confused =.=’ and some were about how lethal and uncaring Harry was.

But most of my reviews were really supportive and a few people told me that they don’t usually read dom Harry fics- but that they liked my story. So that’s good :P

As for the poll, it is completed and I’m sure no one expected this outcome XD

It’s probably due to the astounding amount of votes this poll received on the 29^th of Jan…

Snape: 38

Charlie: 24

Colin/Dennis: 24

Colin: 30

Nathaniel: 31

O.O WOW… this combination is really weird and I don’t know how I’m going to write it but…w/e… it was a people’s vote!!!

3^rd Mate: Snape

4^th Mate: Nathaniel



(Note: Order of ‘mateship’ may be changed)

AUTHORS NOTE: OMFG CHARLIE!!!! >.< *sobs*

Main Story Idea and betaed by the patient: SuirenAngel

Written by the slightly crazy: NeuroticNeko

This contains no Dumbledore bashing (and he’s still alive), no Weasley bashing. This is boyxboy.

ALL OF HARRY’S MATES ARE MALE

If you don‘t know what that means then you shouldn’t be here..

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As soon as they reached the infirmary Madam Pomfrey slammed the door and descended upon them with an expression of fury.

“You-“ She cried, pointing at them with a shaking finger.

“Why are you always here? Why can’t you people just stay out of trouble?”

With a toss of her grey hair she turned around and began to bustle about the room. The poor shelves went through a bit of abuse as Pomfrey began to shake out rolls and rolls of gauze. Giving them a pointed look, she quickly pointed her wand at all the doors and windows.

“You can’t get out until your both completely healed”, she warned, and as Malfoy fidgeted a bit she opened her eyes a little wider,

“Absolutely. Not”

Quickly, she opened the storage room door and shut it behind her. The boys sat on their beds, avoiding each other’s gaze, while an assortment of clanging, banging and clashing sounds could be heard through the thin door.

Harry felt blood rush upwards and doubled forwards. Struggling with each of his steps, he collapsed and curled himself onto a scratchy mattress. His tail was bent at a brutal angle and every time he tried to breathe, it felt like a knife was sticking into him, he could only take short, shallow breaths. Once again, he cupped his hands around his nose, but the blood continued to flow.

He rested his head against the pillow and watched silently as Malfoy smirked down at him.

“That’s for sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong”

Ah, the confundus charm had worn out.

Harry shut his eyes. He was in too much pain.

Why did I… get so angry? The prat’s right, he’s got nothing to do with me. I almost killed him.

But it was Snape’s fault also! If he hadn’t, if he hadn’t- what am I saying?

The blonde boy gingerly unwrapped his robes from around himself and lowered himself onto a small bed in a far corner of the room. With a small whimper, Malfoy leapt up and sand back down again, this time facing Harry.

Madam Pomfrey suddenly burst back into the room. Tutting loudly when she saw how far apart their beds where, she pointed at Malfoy, and then at the bed next to Harry.

“Your gonna have to be closer than that” She remarked, and then when Malfoy gave her an outraged look, she said “Dumbledore’s orders” and that put an end to that.

When the pureblood was settled she coughed lightly to get both of their attentions.

“This is bruise balm” She said, pointing a small finger at a fat, round jar with a mustard-like substance in it.

“This is a small dose of Skelegro. The cream type”

She pulled her cart closer until it was next to Harry bed, but two beds away from Malfoy’s.

Reaching in, she pulled out two more jars of ointment.

“Wormwood, willow bark and ash mixture. Helps soothe the pain”

“Sandalwood, ground witchetty grubs and longhorn beetle powder”

Pointing to a drawer in her cart she said , “Tape, gauze, medical scissors”

Pomfrey paused at that, and pointedly showed them the scissors. Short and too blunt to cut anything except for tape and gauze. Then, she pointed to another drawer which was labeled ‘Potions’

“By the courtesy of Professor Snape and Professor Bainbridge” She warned, “Don’t waste them. They’ve got blood replenishing potions and Dreamless Sleep”

Harry tried to sit up, but his tail was still twisted awkwardly and when he tried to get up, the worst kind of agony burst through him and he slumped onto his side in defeat.

Madam Pomfrey gave him a sympathetic look and tossed the small jar of Gro-cream to Malfoy- instead of him, who needed it.

Harry scowled, what was that for?

Then, the old lady wiped her hands on her red apron and smiled like she was satisfied with herself. Slowly, she picked up a thin notebook and tossed it to Harry.

“Information on how to treat your wounds. Both of you” Then, she began to walk to the door.

Alarmed, Harry tried to sit up again, so he could see what she was doing, but Malfoy spoke up.

“Madam Pomfrey? Aren’t you going to treat us?” he said, a faint dent on his forehead.

“Treat you?” Pomfrey laughed, and gave them both a secret smile.

“You’re going to have to treat each other’s wounds. Dumbledore’s orders”

The door closed with a click.

And that was that.

They both stared at the cart in disbelief. They were supposed to treat themselves?

Harry twisted to the side and reached for the booklet. Flipping through the pages, he reached for his wand.

…?

“Where the fuck is it?” came a shriek from Harry’s left. Apparently Malfoy was looking for his too.

The blonde got up and towered over Harry’s bed. Eyes glinting, he pointed his finger accusingly at the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Where. Is. It”

Harry met the grey eyes and glowered back.

“I don’t even have mine, why the bloody hell would I have yours?”

Glaring pointedly at Harry, the Malfoy scion shuffled over to the cart and began rummaging through the things. A few tortuously monotonous minutes later, Malfoy gave a shout of triumph.

And then his face fell.

“What the-?”

Harry pulled himself up by the shoulders and pulled the wand from Malfoy’s hands.

In small print and along the handle of the wand read:

Kiddy safe Medical Wand. Capable of performing healing charms of beginner to practitioner level.

Harry groaned and let Malfoy grab the wand from him. The blonde made the same exasperated noise as him and tossed the plain white wand back into the cart.

The Saviour stared up at the plain white-washed ceiling; he couldn’t even be bothered to reach for the bruise cream. The blood trickling from his nose made him want to sneeze as it ran down his face.

Twisting slightly, he pulled the plain white wand out and tried a mild cleaning charm.

Nothing happened and Harry sighed, but chose to tuck the kiddy safe wand under his pillow. Hooking his legs over the side of his bed, he pulled out a box of tissues and held it up to his nose.

As he wiped it, the soft tissue rubbed his nose the wrong way and Harry made a small mock sneeze. His body shaking.

“uuu…nhhhgghh..ah. ah... Ahhhh…AHH….AHHHCHUUUU”

Malfoy’s head whipped around, alarmed.

Harry’s eyes opened again and he gingerly wiped his nose with the tissues again, ignoring all the splattered blood on the sheets.

“Say it, don’t spray it, Potter”

Feeling giddy with the mildly explosive sneeze, Harry’s brain had an idea.

“Fancy some red lipstick, Malfoy?”

With agility and speed surprising even himself, he reached over and wiped some of his blood over Malfoy’s parted lips.

The blonde boy was stunned for a moment, when what Harry had done finally sank through his brain.

If it takes that long for it to sink in, his brain must be made of rocks.

“YOU MOTHER F***ER”

The pureblood’s face paled dramatically before he made a retching noise and ran like an ostrich for the porcelain sink next the door.

Harry watched the scene, laughing to himself.

It was his blood on Malfoy’s lips this time, and that thought made Harry smug. And tingly.

When Malfoy came back, his lips had been scrubbed till they were almost bleeding and with barely a sound, he flopped silently onto his cot and proceeded to ignore the Boy-Who-Lived.

Harry got up from his bloody sheets and walking gingerly, he made his way over to the little sink and peered at the reflection of himself in the mirror.

His nose was a bloody mess and was a dark purple blob on his face. Almost dry blood dribbled out of his nose and when he lifted up his shirt, both sides of his body were darkly bruised from where Malfoy had slammed him into the walls. He ran his fingers over them lightly and hissed in pain as his fingers ran over what he supposed was his broken rib.

He let the cotton shirt fall back over his torso.

Hearing a shuffling sound from the other side of the room, Harry craned his neck over to see what had caused the noise. It must have been Malfoy, the boy had his blanket wrapped around himself like a cocoon.

Mentally shrugging, Harry unbuckled his belt and slipped his trousers down- just a smidgen, though – and inspected the area surrounding his tail, it didn’t look bruised, but felt a bit tender when he prodded them.

Softly, he ran his hands over the short, satin-like furs that covered his tail. They were a couple of breaks, but none of them felt too severe- but the parts of the tail around the tails were swollen and painful.

Not bothering to pull his pants up again, Harry reached for one of the soft blue gowns that were neatly folded on one of the extra beds.

He opened the buttons in the front and shoved his arm through.

Something didn’t feel quite right.

Harry looked at the sleeve. It was too short, missing the base of his palm by three inches.

Shrugging the gown off, Harry checked the size tag of the other one. Quickly, he slipped it onto himself and pulled on the pants as well.

He walked over to the cart of things beside him, got out some bruise balm and picked up the small booklet Madam Pomfrey had left behind with her and which he had left face-first on his cot.

He poked his hand underneath his pillow and withdrew the wand. He settled as best as he could into the bed and flipped to the index.

‘Common Breaks and Pains and How To Patch Up the Careless Wizard’

Pg.3- Introduction

Pg. 4- Basic Apparatus

Pg.6- Spells for General Use

Pg. 7- Basic Healing Charms

Pg.13- Standard Healing Charms

Pgs. 14-34- Non-spell treatment:

·        Balms and Their Uses

·        Bandages and Their Uses + How to Arrange Them

·        Potions and Their Uses

·        Skele-gro/Gro-cream and Their Uses

Pgs. 34-40- Simple Maladies and How to Cure:

·        Headaches

·        Light Muscle/Joint pain

·        Sunburn

·        Swollen flesh

Harry delved into ‘Balms and Their Uses’ straight away.

Bruise Balm: A simple balm made since pre-Medieval times. Rub well into flesh using steady, circular strokes.

He quickly unscrewed the lid of the jar and dipped his fingers into the small, round jar and began to apply it to the bruises around his nose.

Or at least, he tried to.

Harry frowned as he looked at his finger, there was no mixture on it.

Furrowing his brows, Harry watched carefully as he pushed his finger into the balm.

Huh?

Harry blinked his large green eyes in muddled confusion.

That wasn’t right.

The balm didn’t stick itself onto his fingers.

Why?

Confused, Harry flicked to ‘Basic Healing Charms’ and began to look for something to heal his bruises with.

Keeping in mind that using spells to heal the body was usually more detrimental to the body than non-spell treatments and that too much use could cause potential problems, Harry would’ve rather stuck to balms and potions.

Finding the appropriate healing charm, Harry spoke the incantation and tapped the plastic-y feeling wand to his bruises.

Absolutely. Nothing

Harry tried again, pushing more magic into the medical wand. He watched with slitted eyes as the thin tendrils of magic pulsed into the wand. He spoke the words again and felt as the familiar pulse of magic flowed from beneath his fingers.

It was definitely going to work this time.

Tapping the wand to his face, Harry waited for the ‘small ticklish feeling’ it was supposed to feel like.

Nothing.

Why? Harry had clearly felt the wand perform the spell, it wasn’t from lack of magic, nor the lack of clear pronunciation.

Flopping frustrated onto his bed, Harry held up the ‘Kiddy safe’ wand.

Could it be the wand?

But his magic had flowed into the wand, hadn’t it? It had been working just like any spell would-

Until Harry had actually performed the spell. The wand had definitely released the spell, Harry knew it, had felt it.

He threw the wand into the cart.

-Unless the magic had vanished once released into the room?

Harry looked into the the ‘Non-Spell Treatment’ section.

Harry looked down at the ground in horror.

Why?

The gauze and tape he had carefully wrapped his tail with had slowly unpeeled itself and fallen to the floor.

Growling in irritation, Harry picked the mess up off of the floor. Listlessly, he chucked them onto a bed, not caring where it landed.

Harry raked a hand through his hair and sat down onto the crimson splattered sheets.

A moment later a spluttering souns interrupted the silence and an indignant voice pierced the air.

“Don’t dump your trash on me, Potter”, the blonde snarled, removing the bandages from his face.

“I’m sorry. Can you smell dead ferret? I think it’s coming from the garbage dump”, Harry said, sarcastically.

Malfoy eyed the Savior like a particularly dumb house elf and said, with his nose high up into the air.

“Take these away and give me the bruise balm”

Harry was going to totally ignore the prat, but since he rather liked the fact that this sentence contained no ‘Potter’ slapped on to it, Harry grudgingly grabbed the mess and chucked the pot over.

The grey-eyed pureblood plumped up his pillows and unscrewed the lid of the balm, giving it a suspicious sniff, he put his finger in.

And frowned.

The grey eyes met green and Malfoy lobbed the pot and lid at the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Very funny, Potter”, Malfoy pursed his lips, “Now undo the jinx”

Harry scoffed and gestured around him,

“Do you see a fully functional wand nearby?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes and pointed to the ‘kiddy-safe’ wand.

Harry smirked and threw the wand into the pureblood’s outstretched palm.

Raising an eyebrow, Harry challenged him, “Try performing any spell on that, Malfoy- I doubt it will work”

The Heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy coughed and gave a prim swish of the wand.

“Formasanguini”

Nothing happened. Not the tiniest hint for magic.

Harry folded his arms smugly.

Malfoy pushed himself off of his bed and skulked over to Harry’s spotted bed.

“Don’t lie to me, Potter. You’ve done something, I know you have!”, the boy hissed, eyes flashing.

“Do you have any proof, Malfoy? Do you?”

Malfoy narrowed his eyes and bared his teeth.

Seeing that anger would not get through the skull of a raging pureblood, Harry held up both his hands and picked up the pot of bruise balm which Malfoy had pitched at him.

He put his finger in and showed it to Malfoy.

“See, it happened to me too”

It was refreshingly weird to address the pureblood without a single ‘ferret or Malfoy’ tagged to the end.

Harry then gestured to the booklet and wand.

“I tried a couple of spells in here, but they wouldn’t work- even though I know I had done everything right”

Yep, it was definitely nice to be having a semi-civil (though one-sided) conversation.

Smoothly, Harry nodded at the pile of bandages and tape.

“I tried putting them on, too. They just peel right off.”

Malfoy gazed at the pile somewhat suspisciously.

Harry smiled genially. Hey, this was fun. Who knew that he could get these kind of (silent) reactions from the prat?

“Prove it”, the blonde boy said.

Rolling his eyes, Harry got some more tape and gauze. After he finished, it all fell apart, dropping to the pale white marble.

Eyes widening in disbelief, Malfoy grabbed the things off Harry and started wrapping around his wrist.

It didn’t work.

“Bloody hell!”

Smugly, Harry followed Malfoy like an excited puppy as he strode over to the Savior’s bed and flipped through the small medicinal book.

As Malfoy speedily sped through, a small piece of parchment the size of Harry’s palm fell out of the pages and fluttered to the ground, where it lay there innocuously until Harry bent over and picked it up.

His brows rose as he read the thin, over-cursive writing.

Malfoy raised a thin blonde brow.

“What?”

Harry looked curiously at the slip of paper and shrugged, preferring to flip it around.

Malfoy’s jaw dropped to the ground.

Description:This particularly strange creature is known for its white-blonde fur and the grey pigment in the eyes. It can be told apart from other similar blonde-haired-grey-eyed beings as it displays a proud, haughty manner and distinctive nose-lifting behaviors only shown by this particular breed of animal.

Habitat: It prefers large manors decorated with green and silver- and it is known to loathe any shade of red. If seen, the red will be clawed to shreds or spat on.

Diet: Being a particular animal, it has been reported as a first-class food-eating species. On occasion, this animal has been known to eat plain porridge.

These phenomenal creatures are known as ‘The Common Malfoy” (Don’t tell them I said that O.O)

~

Harry was watching one said Malfoy grumble as he picked up a bowl of steaming porridge.

“I am not going to work with you, whatever you may think, Potter” The boy’s eyes flashed silver before he picked up his spoon and delicately broke the soft layer of skin on the porridge.

Harry lay immobile on his bed. Ignoring the ache in his ribs, he cracked open his dry lips.

“It was signed by Dumbledore” he reasoned.

Malfoy rolled his eyes and sneered, before he scooped some porridge and swallowed it.

Harry turned his eyes to the grand arches that filled the ceiling. His own bowl of porridge was waiting beside him, but he couldn’t care less.

He wasn’t hungry.

What did that slip of paper mean? Did Dumbledore literally want them to help each other? But what did that mean? Did they have to solve their problems before they’d be able to get treatment?

If it was, Harry was on the worse end of this stick. His injuries were far more extensive than Malfoy’s…

But that was his own fault- wasn’t it?

Why did his heart pound so angrily when he saw Malfoy and … that…?

Was it what the boy was doing? Was it because Harry thought homosexuals were disgusting?

No, that wasn’t it.

That couldn’t be it. Love was love after all, wasn’t it?

But if that wasn’t it… why had his eyes gone blurry and his mind filled with nothing but possession and anger?

What the fuck was wrong with him?!?

A choking sound reached his ears and Harry heard Malfoy grumble loudly.

“Great, I can’t even swallow properly without hurting. Thanks, Potter, thanks”

Harry’s heart twisted. He can’t believe he had done that-

To…to a submissive.

A sharp pain in his side brought Harry out of his strange thoughts and he coughed, the pain flaring brighter.The broken rib hurt when he breathed too deeply and Harry was forced to take small, shallow breaths. His fingers dug themselves into the bed before Harry slumped into the mattress and let sleep take him away.

Draco had rarely been admitted into the infirmary except for the time the bloody chicken had raked his filthy claws down his arm.

Okay, scratched, more like.

…and the time Potter had summoned him.

Draco peered about the room as they were pushed through. It was spacious, and had tall arches adorned the ceiling. The infirmary walls were made of cream white stone and the window were tall and extended to the ceiling, however, they were not meant to stay, for Pomfrey pushed them into a smaller part of the infirmary.

As soon as both of them were on the other side of the door, Madam Pomfrey opened her mouth and started chattering with vehemence.

Why was Potter always here?

Why couldn’t they stay out of trouble?

Draco ignored her for the most part- until she pointed her wand at all the potential exits in the room and told them that they wouldn’t be able to get out before they were completely healed.

What am I going to bloody do for the duration? Count the number of arches in the ceiling?

Not bloody likely.

After that, Pomfrey made him sleep in a bed closer to the Golden Boy’s and then began pointing to all the balms and introducing them.

Draco felt something was off and the feeling got worse as she started talking about potions. His fears were confirmed when Pomfrey gave them the instructions booklet.

He spoke up.

“Madam Pomfrey? Aren’t you going to treat us?”

“Treat you?” Pomfrey laughed, and gave them both a secretive smile.

“You’re going to have to treat each other’s wounds. Dumbledore’s orders”

The door closed with barely a sound.

Silence reigned before Draco walked tentatively towards his bed and sat down. Potter did the same.

The first thing that crossed his mind was that his wand was gone- and his hand dug under his pillow.

It wasn’t there.

“Where the fuck is it?”

The blonde got up and loomed over Harry’s bed. He pointed his finger accusingly at the Boy-Who-Lived.

“Where. Is. It”

Potter glowered back.

“I don’t even have mine, why the bloody hell would I have yours?”

Draco went over to the cart and began rummaging through the things. His hands overturned every box that was laid down at the top and rummaged through all the small drawers on the side. A minute later, his fingers came upon a smooth handle. Draco gave a shout of triumph.

“What the-?”

Draco stared disbelievingly at the inscription.

Kiddy safe Medical Wand. Capable of performing healing charms of beginner to practitioner level.

Potter took the wand from his hands and frowned. Draco grabbed the wand back and chucked it back onto the cart.

A bit later, Potter took the wand out again and Draco watched as he tried a cleaning charm.

Nothing happened.

The Savior audibly sighed and grabbed a box of tissues and began to wipe his nose.

Without warning, Potter’s shaggy head fell forward and started gasping, shallow and short. The shoulders began to heave up and down.

Draco’s pulse sped up and he felt a measure of alarm.

What was happening?

Standing up quickly, he made the step required to stand over the shaking form of the Boy-Who-Lived.

Abruptly, the sound of sniffing increased and Potter gave a tremendous sneeze.

The boy looked up and Draco was horrified to see that Potter’s hands were filled with blood. Some of the spray had escaped his hands and the plain white sheets were now spotted scarlet.

Draco sneered in distaste.

Potter had only sneezed.

“Say it, don’t spray it, Potter”

The other boy looked at him blankly for a moment before a mischievous light filled his eyes.

“Fancy some red lipstick, Malfoy?”

A blur was all that Draco saw then.

That, and the warm and tingly sensation that spread through his lips.

Potter stood before him, smirking. The light fell on him oddly and so his eyes glowed bright and his hair shimmered even as it flew out in odd angles.

Draco felt his heart beat faster. And faster. He felt light headed.

Dimly, he realized that the warm liquid that had covered his lips had been Potter’s blood and his heart thudded harder in his chest.

What did it mean?

His pulse fluttered within his veins.

Had Potter tried something? Had he somehow acted upon his Scáth instincts? Draco had been there that day.

But… it was ridiculous.

Draco’s Veela wouldn’t stand for it.

His mouth opened and before he could think of anything, it spoke of its own accord.

“YOU MOTHERF***ER” it shouted.

Draco felt all the heat drain out of his face and he ran desperately for the small sink in the corner of the room. He wanted to bury his face in the cool water and rub off all traces of the Potter off of his lips.

Somehow, that thought inflamed him more and it felt somehow as if Potter had kissed him. Like he had left a claim on Draco’s lips.

Rubbing harshly, all the red flowed down into the drain.

NEXT CHAPTER: HARRY IS IN DANGER- WHAT WILL DRACO DO?!?
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