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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49568 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer:
Honestly, is there anybody out there, who really does believe that I’m the one
who invented everything around Harry Potter? If someone says now YES – well,
thank you, but you’re sooooo wrong. I own nothing,
except the plot. I don’t make any money with my writing. I just borrowed the
characters from JKR and let my mind go wild.

Beta: Violet_Eyes [jumbo cookie for bearing with me]

AN: HBP never, never, never happened. NEVER! And did I mention that Half Blood
Prince never happened? Because I don’t like it.

Just two lame
reviews? That’s sad! I really thought you can do more! Dead Honest!

BUT Thank You so much to ZOOMI and STEF for their kind words.

So…

GIMME REVIEWS! I’m greedy for. Tell me what you think. I even
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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part One | Infirmary Time – Haha, funny, Herm!

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He cracked
his eyes open and closed them again in an instant.

Everything
was too white, too bright - too straining for the eyes, too painful for the headache.

He gave it
a second try, opened his eyes just enough to see schemes. Although he wasn’t
wearing his glasses, he realized that he was lying in the infirmary. Hermione
and Ron sat in chairs on the right side of his bed.

Hermione
hid her face behind a book and Ron rested his head on her shoulder and watched
Harry.

“Herm, Herm, he’s awake! Look, he’s awake!”

Both jumped
up and where almost throwing themselves on Harry. The girl hugged him tightly
and pushed her long curly hair in his face – unintentionally.

She looked
up and Harry saw her red rimmed eyes from crying.

            “I was so worried, Harry. Are you
feeling fine? Does anything hurt?”

Ron pulled
her gently away and Harry looked at him with thankful eyes.

            “Hey mate, you really frightened
both of us here!”

            ‘Both?’

Harry
looked away from his two best friends and scanned the room carefully.

No one else
was in the infirmary; even Pomfrey was not in sight.

The Golden
Boy looked back at Ron and Hermione with huge, sad eyes.

            “Where’s my dragon?”

The two blinked
and looked confused. Harry repeated his question.

            “Where’s my dragon?”

His voice
was filled with fear and curiosity.

Hermione
turned towards Ron, who shrugged and she looked back at Harry.

            “Harry, eurm,
who or what do you mean?”

She sounded
like she was speaking to someone who went psychotic; slow and quiet – not to
agitate the other. Boy wonder grinned and shook his head.

            “Funny Herm!
You know who I mean, so where’s my baby? Will he be back in a second?”

“Baby? He? Mate,
what are you blabbering about? The cauldron must have you hit harder than I
thought.”

The red
head felt Hermione’s elbow in his side and fell silent when she glared at him,
too. She leaned forward and touched Harry’s forehead.

“Herm, I’m fine. I have a huge headache, but
apart from that I’m okay!”

“Harry, I really don’t know who you mean! Who
do you call dra- dra- … oh
my god… do you mean Malfoy?”

Ron’s mouth
fell open and Harry’s eyes lit up.

“Of course! And you know it’s
Draco, not Malfoy. So, where’s my dragon?”

Ron fell
back on his chair and gapped like a fish.

“He’s… he’s… he’s…”

“I know Ron!”

Hermione
took her seat, too and looked at Harry, who was still waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know where Mal- Draco is,” -Harry’s
face fell- “but I’ll get him after you answered some questions and Madame Pomfrey has looked over you.”

“Herm, you can’t…”

“Ron, please!”

The red
head slumped back in his chair and mumbled something like ‘ferret face’ the
whole time.

“Okay Harry?”

“Yeah, sure. As long I can see Draco.”

The bushy
haired girl rubbed her forehead and sighed.

“What and who is Draco for you?”

Harry
wrinkled his forehead.

“Herm, we already had this talk.”

“Then tell me again.”

“Draco is my boyfriend and I love him with all
my heart.”

If Ron had
looked shocked before, now it was worse; he was white and looked rather sick.
Hermione managed to suppress her shock, when she saw Harry’s happy face when he
talked about Malfoy.

“Okay, he’s your boyfriend. You hated each
other for a very long time. So, how did it happen that you became a couple?”

Harry
wondered about the stupid questions, for which Hermione already knew the
answers, but as long he could see his love…

He rummaged
his brain for the memory of how he and Draco had become a couple. He remembered
the fights. He remembered kisses. He remembered sex. But no
details at all.

Tears
formed in his eyes and he began to sob silently.

“Oh god, I can’t remember.”

Harry
looked at his female friend with huge pleading eyes.

“Herm, please do something. I… I can’t remember
a thing about my dragon. I forgot everything. Do something, please. What kind
of useless boyfriend am I, when I barely remember my boyfriend’s name?”

Hermione
stood up and sat on the bed to cradle the sobbing boy in her arms. Ron was of
no use; he was still in shock and insulted Malfoy under his breath.

“Harry, listen, do you?”

“Uh – uhuh.”

“You can’t remember about Draco, because you’re
not his boyfriend.”

The saviour
of the wizarding world cramped in her arms and his sobs stuck in his throat.
Before he could even ask ‘Did he break up?’ she went on.

“Harry, you are just imagining you’re in love
with Malfoy, because of an accident. All the memories you have of Draco are not
real. Do you remember how you got in here? – A cauldron full of ‘Accendo Sponte’ crashed on you,
when you were fighting with Malfoy in Potions. Because of the cauldron you had
a huge wound at the back of your head and the Potion reached your blood
circulation. And now, even I don’t know how, you’re head over heels for Draco
Malfoy.”

Harry freed
himself out of Hermione’s embrace and starred down in his lap. He began to
shake his head vigorously in denial.

“NO! That’s not true.” -he
looked up and with serious eyes straight into Hermione’s- “I love him, Herm. I
really do.”

The
smartest Gryffindor knew he would react like that. Of course he would think
that his feelings are true and real. She just smiled sadly at him and whispered
softly “I know sweetheart, I know” when he crawled back in her arms and sobbed
again silently.

How he
should manage the next weeks was a mystery for Hermione and she really needed
to think about and come up with a solution.

She was
worried about her best friend. Harry couldn’t differentiate between reality and
through potion implied emotions. The deep-devoted love to Malfoy was the only
important thing to Harry.

What would
happen if he would approach Malfoy? What would Malfoy’s
reaction be like? Would he take advantage of the Golden Boy? Would he destroy
the boy with pushing him away violently? Would he understand and help, if she
informed the arrogant git?

Hermione
was worried and her doubts were warrantable.
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