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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.

Archive: Ask first, please.

Feedback: Is always cherished and appreciated.

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! Okay, more chapters
today than usual. Why? Because...more action is coming soon. :)

Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted

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Chapter 17

When Harry
was finally able to return to his bedroom, he found to his great delight that
Draco was still awake. In bed, but still awake and very anxious if the twisted
little frown on his face was any indication.

"Miss me?"
Harry asked nonchalantly, pretending not to notice the way relief shinned over
the blonde's features when he realized Harry had come back like he had promised.

"Ye--No. I
was just w-wanting breakfast." The Slytherin sneered, a flush covering his
cheeks. Harry wasn't fooled.

"Mmhmm, if
you say so. I brought you a bit of toast and tea. There are some biscuits if you
get hungry later." Harry murmured placing the tray he had taken for Draco's food
on the side of the desk closest to the injured boy. It wasn't close enough for
him to reach. "Here, let me help you sit up --"

"I can do
it, Potter." Draco snapped, as he braced his hands on the bed and tried to scoot
himself into the sitting position. He failed. Tried again. Failed. Again, same
result. A snarl of frustration escaped his lips.

Harry wisely
choose to keep silent as he slipped his hands beneath Draco's arms and hefted
him to the top of the bed. This wasn�t much of a challenge since Draco hadn�t
had the chance to gain any weight. A detail that Harry was planning to remedy
very, very soon.

After all
the years that Harry had spent cooking for his relatives, he did a fairly good
job. In all truth, he did a smashing good job. He hadn't over cooked, under
cooked or even charred an item of food in more than six years. Professor
Dumbledore had even said he could probably rival a master chef if someone were
to put a recipe in front of him. He took great pride in that, even if Professor
Dumbledore was a little bit more than bias.

So the
shaggy haired boy had no worries that he could do the job of fattening Draco up
in no time...

"Something
you w-want?" Draco's amused voice asked a mere breath away. Harry started. He
hadn't realized that he was still holding Draco.

"Um--I...No.
No, I just was thinking." He floundered. Clearing his throat, he pulled back and
picked up the cup and saucer. "Tea's a bit stronger today."

Draco
smirked as best he could at Harry before he accepted the cup. "Thanks."

Harry looked
away casually, watching the other boy from beneath his lashes. Draco took a slow
sip and the smirk melted into a genuine smile. "Y-you put more honey in it
t-this time?"

Harry
couldn�t help but smile as he nodded. He had made sure to specifically put more
after hearing Draco comment the night before, when a case of temporary insomnia
had arose, that he rarely got honey in his tea. His father had never liked
sweetened tea so those in the Manor usually got only tea with a wedge of lemon.
"I figured the sweetness would give you a bit more energy." He lied easily.

Watching to
make sure the boy took another sip; Harry turned back to the tray and picked up
the napkin with the two slices of toast. He waited for Draco to drink a bit more
before exchanging the one with the other.

"Chew slow.
You don't want to get sick."

The blonde
nodded, beginning to nibble at the edge of one of the pieces of toast his eyes
down cast. If there was something in particular on his mind, he didn't say and
Harry was loath to ask. He wanted to give Draco some time to just...be...before
getting into the nitty gritty of the situation.

"You're
stutter is getting better." Harry commented. He just wanted to have something to
say. The silence was unsettling.

Draco looked
up at Harry nervously, chewing slowly on a bit of toast.

Harry lifted
an eyebrow. "What? It is."

The
Slytherin shook his head and looked back down again. Harry knitted his brow.

"What is
it?"

Putting down
the piece of toast he had, Draco licked his lips and stared at Harry till he
shifted uncomfortably.

"Well?"

"Y-you think
this st-stutter is from the curse, d-don't you?" Draco murmured softly. The
gryffindor's face scrunched in confusion.

"Well, yeah.
I mean, I know that at the end of the school year you didn't have one so..."
Harry shrugged.

Draco shook
his head again and sighed. "I-I've had a stutter all my life."

Harry
stared. "You're lying. I've heard you. I've..."

Draco
silenced him with a glare. "It's t-true that I don't stutter. When I was
l-little my mother got me a p-private tutor. He t-taught me how to c-control it.
Between him a-and my father teaching me the stiff-upper lip etiquette t-that all
Malfoy's are suppose to have..." Draco shrugged. "I o-only stutter now when I
can't c-control my em-emotions."

Harry tugged
on a lock of his hair thoughtfully. "But when you're angry you don't stutter. I
should know."

Draco
grimaced. "When I'm angry it's t-the one time I'm in control of e-everything."

Harry tugged
his hair again and leaned back in the chair he had sat in. "You know..." He said
more to himself than Draco. "I can see that. I mean I've seen you angry. Hells
more times than I can count you were angry with me. You seem so...intense, when
you are. Like you're focusing everything that you are into it."

Draco smiled
vaguely. "I do."

Harry
cracked a smile back. "I'm sure."

A blush rose
on the blonde's cheeks. It looked nice against his pale skin. If Harry did say
so himself.

"H-how about
you, H-harry? Got any d-dirty little secrets you want to share?" Draco asked
suddenly. Harry grinned.

"Just eat
your toast Draco."
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