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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49555 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello! Thanks to my wonderful Beta this chapter
is rather quick up, isn’t it? I’m really happy that you all liked the last
chapter and many of you were right supposing that this will the chapter be when
the Potion wears off. But that doesn’t need to mean everything will go down the
drain. Just have some patience with me and you will see.

Warnings: None – bar the sadness, I think.

BETA: IBelieveInMaryWorth

(All mistakes that are left are
mine)

PLEASE REVIEW!

(I love and value every single one)

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Eighteen | A slightly different aftermath

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Harry
opened his eyes slowly and closed them again straight away. The bed was too
warm, too comfy, too protecting to face reality again. He hadn’t slept that well
in a long time and felt like he had awoken from a wonderful dream.

Which day of the week was it?

His mind felt foggy and actually he didn’t give a damn if it was Monday or
Wednesday or Saturday – he felt so cosy in his bed, and he wanted to doze a
little longer.

The mattress moved although he lay motionless and Harry tensed. So much for dozing a little longer. Soft kisses were pressed
against his shoulder and he opened his eyes in shock.

“Good morning, Baby.”

BABY? No one called him Baby. What had he missed? Why had
he woken up with another man in his bed?

The Gryffindor’s eyes focused slowly on his environment and realised he wasn’t
in his bed after all.

Carefully, very carefully, as though not to scare a wild animal, Harry turned
around and faced Draco Malfoy. He blinked a couple of times, noticing Malfoy’s
genuine smile, before he jumped up in a hurry.

“What the hell? Malfoy, what…how…aah?”

The dark haired boy stood in front of the bed and tried in panic to cover his
private bits. He bent down to grab one of the shirts and yelped. Arrows of
white-hot pain shot through his back and behind and he felt his knees getting
weak.

Strong arms wrapped around him, stopping him from falling, and pressed him
against a warm chest. Harry sighed.

“Are you okay, Harry? I think you should lie down
again, maybe I was too rough last night.”

Golden Boy felt something warm running down his leg, pushed Draco away so that
he fell on the bed, and glared at the naked blonde. He grabbed the Slytherin’s
shirt and wiped the sticky texture away. His voice was calm and icy – a sign
that Harry was beyond one of his usual fits of temper.

“Why. Did I. Wake up.
In. Your. Bloody. Bed?”

‘So he doesn’t remember,’ Draco thought sadly and felt his heart break. He’d allowed
the feelings he had for Harry appear again out of the deepest corner of his
heart. He’d given in and had showed Harry all the love he felt for him. And for what? Nothing. Everything
had been in vain and now he hated himself. How could he go on without Harry?

But the Malfoy that he still was didn’t allow him to falter. No one should know
that he was breaking apart because of Golden Boy.

“Well, because…” Draco began in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Would you please…” Harry waved with his hand
meaningfully “…cover yourself?”

“I don’t think so. There’s nothing you haven’t already seen.” The Slytherin
retorted with a smug expression. Harry humphed, offended, and turned around to
face the door.

“So?”

“Well, you came to me last night…”

“Obviously.” The Boy-who-lived snorted.

“…and begged me to sleep with you.”

All colour drained from Harry’s face. He spun around and scowled at Draco.

“You’re lying.”

“I’m not.”

Harry breathed hard and Draco saw his eyes turning black again. He needed to
find out what was happening to Harry.

The room was buzzing with magic and Harry wanted to get his hands around
Malfoy’s delicate neck of Malfoy and wring, wring, wring. But he couldn’t. As
hard he tried, he couldn’t focus his anger on Malfoy. He bent down, picked up
his clothes and put them on quickly.

The Gryffindor looked up and Draco saw the tears running down his face. He
wanted to wrap his arms around Harry and tell him that everything would turn
out fine, that he loved him and wanted him, but he
didn’t. He knew if he moved in the slightest, the other boy would explode.

“Thank you,” Harry spat “for taking my virginity.” He threw his cloak over his
head and vanished. The door was slammed open and Harry was gone.

Draco closed the door magically and stared at the ceiling of his bed. The stars
of the dragon constellation glowed down on him and he wrapped the blanket
around himself. The scent of Harry was still distinct and Draco inhaled deeply.

“I hate you, Harry Potter. I hate you for not loving me. I hate you for awakening
my feelings again.” He sobbed into the blanket.

Well I can’t wash it off

I can’t rinse it out

I can smell you on my clothes

And I can taste you in my mouth

I can’t shake it off

And I can’t get it out

You are everywhere I look

And you are all I dream about

I never wanted to end like this

(He Is Legend – ‘Dixie Wolf (The
Seduction Of...)’)

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Harry ran through the Slytherin common-room, hidden under his invisibility
cloak, several people getting shoved aside by what looked like empty air. He
ran out of the dungeon and up to the Gryffindor tower. He needed to feel the
exhaustion to stop him from going insane. His whole body screamed at him to
turn around, crawl back under the blanket and snuggle up to Draco’s lithe body…to
listen to the deep bass of his voice…to bite that…NO! He would never allow such
things, never! His mind fought hard against the will of his body.

What had happened to make him sleep with Draco fucking Malfoy of all people? He
had no idea, not the tiniest spark of a memory wandered through his brain to
kindle his sleeping mind.

The Gryffindor reached his haven and stumbled numbly through the portrait hole.
Heads turned towards the entrance and Harry cursed silently. It must be
Saturday or Sunday, he thought and thanked the gods for his invisibility cloak.
Carefully he slalomed through the mass of people that bustled around and
climbed up the stairs to his dorm.

He needed to be alone. He wanted to let his mind go numb, but he needed to work
out a lot of things first. Things he didn’t remember. Harry hurried into the
empty dorm and closed the hangings of his bed the moment he’d sat down on it.
He left the cloak above his head and crawled under the blanket. No one would
see him, no one would ask questions…no one would know
what had happened.

For the first time he realised that he was crying again. Or still, it didn’t
matter which. His eyes hurt, his skin prickled and itched and he felt lonely. Malfoy’s
smile ghosted across his mind; it had been genuine and gorgeous and Malfoy had
looked happy. He couldn’t have been happy because of Harry, could he? No, no…Harry
pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes and tried to push the pictures
away.

Golden Boy heard the door open and took his hands down, black dots dancing in
his view because of the pressure. Shoes tapped over the floor, the steps coming
closer. The hangings of his bed were pushed aside and Harry cursed colourfully
inside his mind, like he’d done so often this morning.

“Come on, Harry. We know you’re here.” Hermione said with a friendly smile and
let her hand glide over the bed until she felt the cloak. She pulled the fabric
away and revealed Harry, with red swollen eyes and despair written all over his
face.

Ron growled angrily and punched the pole of the four-poster bed.

“He has hurt you, hasn’t he? Herm, I told you it was a stupid idea.”

The girl looked down at their best friend in utter shock, but her eyes weren’t
focused on his.

“No, no, it can’t be. Draco wouldn’t hurt him. No, Ron, I can’t have been
wrong.”

“Herm,” Ron turned towards her and sighed “you need to learn that you’re
fallible, just like everyone else.”

“You know words like ‘fallible’?” the girl asked as she turned her head to Ron
in astonishment.

“Hey, don’t get mean now just because for once I’m not the one who fucked up.”

“That’s not…”

“WOULD YOU TWO JUST SHUT THE FUCKING HELL UP?”

Harry sat upright in his bed and glared at his friends, who stared at him with
raised eyebrows and pursed lips.

“And I would appreciate it if you would tell me what’s going on here, because
apparently you knew that I was with Malfoy last night.” He added in the same
cold voice he’d used for Draco earlier.

Hermione and Ron looked at him, looked at each other and looked back at him, before
asking in confused unison “MALFOY?” not noticing the tone of voice Harry had
used.

The Gryffindor girl leaned forward and rested her hand against Harry’s
forehead.

“Are you feeling okay, Harry?”

He swatted her hand away and glared again at them both.

“Of course I am! I want answers - now! Do you know where I was last night?”

“You, eurm,” Ron began, avoiding Harry’s gaze. “You went
down to the dungeons because… because…” Harry saw the uncomfortable look in
Ron’s eyes and regretted asking. “…youwantedtoseducehim.”
The red-head spluttered, hoping Harry hadn’t heard, but unfortunately he had.

“WHAAAT? Are you frickin’
insane? I would never…” Golden Boy yelled, enraged, and jumped out of the bed
to stand eye-level with the other two. Again, pain shot through his rear and he
fell silent.

With his hands he covered his face and stared at the ground between his fingers

“Oh my god, I did.” He whispered when realisation hit him hard. “I did. I did.
I really did.”

Hermione and Ron exchanged concerned looks and both knew they were thinking
along the same lines.

“Harry?” Hermione asked softly “Do you know what day it is today?”

“Saturday, I suppose.” He answered absentmindedly.

“No, I meant do you know the date?”

“What? I slept with Draco Malfoy and you want to know the fucking date? Are you
two insane? Why aren’t you freaking out and screaming at me? I’m amazed you
haven’t slapped me yet. I. Slept. With. Malfoy!” The Boy-who-lived ranted and stared at his two best
friends incredulously.

“Harry.” Hermione said quietly and Harry sighed.

“The third, I think.”

“Today’s the nineteenth.” Hermione said slowly, glancing at Ron.

“That’s rubbish! I can’t have missed sixteen whole days. You must be wrong,
Herm.” The dark haired boy grumbled, not noticing the offended look on
Hermione’s face.

At the same time his mind was racing at lightning speed to search in every
small corner of his brain for memories. He knew Hermione wouldn’t lie to him,
he just had said it to try and convince himself. But what had happened over the
last two weeks and why didn’t he remember?

He’d woken up in Malfoy’s bed. He had had sex with the ferret. The git must
have cursed him, he thought, and Ron and Hermione allowed it.

The girl and the red-head had begun whispering quietly when Harry had fallen
into deep thought, and jumped when Harry yelled at them.

“YOU! You call yourself my friends? How dare you?
Malfoy drugged me to make me submissive and you let him? You actually seem to
like the idea!” His intestines felt like they had been caught in an iron fist
when he accused Draco.

“Gods, no, Harry, that’s not… you’ve got it all wrong.”

“Mate, do you really think so badly of us?” Both exclaimed in horror.

“I want the truth, now!” he growled angrily and slumped down on the bed like a
sulking child.

Hermione looked at Ron, who nodded, and they both sat down on Ron’s bed looking
at Harry uncertainly.

“Well, do you remember Potions and the row with Draco?” Hermione began to tell
Harry everything she knew in as delicate a manner as possible to avoid freaking
him out even more.

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Harry traced his index finger over the white scar that ran up his left wrist.
That couldn’t have been him. He would have never tried to kill himself,
especially not for or because of Dr-Malfoy. But a persistent thought which he
tried to disregard told him over and over again that he’d never felt anything
so true and real before.

So he’d been out of his mind, had ran up to Malfoy like a love struck little
kitten. He’d thrown himself at the blonde’s feet and his rival had accepted him
to save his life. He had even tried to kill Malfoy’s best friend because of…who
the fuck knows what possessed him that day.

He could never ever face Draco Malfoy again in his whole sorry life. He felt
too embarrassed, he thought. But the thought of not seeing Draco again pained
him endlessly. Something was screaming inside of him and it urged him to get
close to Malfoy, to be by his side and feel good and protected…and loved. Harry
growled and pressed his fists against his eyes.

Ron and Hermione watched him worriedly. They’d told him everything, they had
gone through the events of the last couple of weeks with him and he had fallen
in some kind of stupor. The growl was beginning to get a little uncanny now.

“Mate, do you...”

“I just want to be alone for a bit.” Harry interrupted Ron, crawling under the
blankets.

“Okay, Harry, but please…”

“And would you tell Snape that he can stop researching? Or he’ll probably
deduct points from me for not informing him.” He interrupted Hermione and his
friends knew he didn’t want to hear any more. Interrupting people was his way
of telling them that they were annoying him.

The couple left the 7^th year boys dorm and shuffled sadly down to
Snape’s private rooms. The pair had hoped things would have ended differently.

Harry lay in his bed, blanket pulled above his head, feeling lonely and cold.
He closed his eyes, trying to relax, and inhaled deeply. Enormous sorrow washed
over him, but he could tell it wasn’t his own. He covered his mouth with his
hand and gasped. The sorrow made him restless and it ached deep inside of him. The
feeling was dull, but it was definitely present. The sorrow made him angry.
Someone had hurt something very precious, he’d hurt something very precious.
The shock ran through his bones and changed his anger into self-hatred.

Harry began to sob into his pillow. Someone was sad because of him, very sad,
and he felt it piercing his heart.

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PLEASE REVIEW!

The Lyrics for ‘Dixie
Wolf (The Seduction Of...)’ are not mine and belong to the wonderful band ‘He
Is Legend’. I love that song.

To ISINUYASHA:

Hey, Hase, bist du so busy mit Schule? Da hört man ja
auch nix mehr, aber ich dank dir ganz doll für deinen comment.
Und du hast recht, du hast einen kleinen Vorteil den anderen gegenüber, aber
das ist auch gut so, sonst wäre ich wohl niemals mit der story
weitergekommen *tehe*
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