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Dragon in a Snake Pit	By : KJmom827 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Charlie/Draco Views: 10886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thanks, as always, to Lori!

He hadn't wanted to offer to be the one to save Draco. Hell, he'd almost flat-out refused, but Harry had pleaded with him. Everyone else had refused, he'd said. Finally, Charlie had agreed to view Harry's memory of his dream. That had been the deciding factor. He tried not to even think about the horrors he'd witnessed in those few minutes.

So, Charlie had convinced the Order that it was of utmost importance that Draco be retrieved; after all he could provide them with invaluable information, right? They'd devised a plan that would mean basically handing over three deadly weapons to a madman and putting Harry in danger for a brief period of time. It wasn't like Harry was safe just then anyway, and the dragons could be handled easily when the time came.

Percy was entirely too easy to convince, and it turned out that Voldemort was as well. Now, it was just a matter of finding a way to get both himself and Draco out of the Manor, and into the safe house set up for them. Or, that was what he had thought before. He saw Draco was sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder just then, and he wondered if healing this boy would prove to be the most difficult part of his rescue mission.

He held on to Draco tightly, and lowered them to the floor, pulling the small, shivering body as close to him as possible. He didn't bother with words, opting to provide physical reassurance instead. He stroked Draco's wet, blonde hair, and kneaded his cool goose pimpled back.

Draco's poor body was beet red from the heat of the scorching water, and he had open wounds lining his arms, legs, and chest. They were jagged and Charlie assumed the younger man had scratched himself until he was bleeding. He'd have to heal the wounds, but first he needed to help Draco get himself under control.

"Ssshhh."

He hated to shush Draco, but he needed him to pull it together at the moment. He could cry, rant, rave, scream, and demand retribution later. Just then, they had to establish trust (as much as they could in a few hours' time), and come up with a plan. He was relying heavily on Draco knowing how they could escape the wards. If he couldn't escape them, well… They'd come up with something

"I've got you, Draco. I'm going to get you out of here, keep you safe."

"Get… get out?"

"Yes, Draco, out. I have a safe place for us to go, but I'm going to need your help. Do you want to leave?" That was the most important question. If he didn't, then there was nothing that could be done. He wouldn't take him against his will, no matter what fate awaited Draco otherwise.

Draco nodded frantically against Charlie's chest, and relief washed over the older man.

"Good. Come on, sit up, let's dry your tears and get your cuts closed. I know you're hurting, and you have a lot to work through, but we don't have much time."

He helped Draco sit up straight and watched as he rubbed his tears away with his palms. When he finally looked Charlie in the eye, Charlie was stunned at the vulnerable strength Draco displayed. It should be utterly impossible to appear weak and strong at the same time, but the young man did.

"When are we leaving?" Draco whispered the question and his eyes darted around, as if someone might overhear.

"Don't worry, there is an unnoticeable silencing charm on the room. We'll discuss how to get out of here in a moment, right now I need to take care of you. Can you stand up?"

Draco drew himself up, straightened his back, and his face settled into a determined frown. Charlie helped the fragile young man to his feet and winced at the extensive damage to Draco's pale skin.

"Let's get you to the bed. I'll heal you again, then we can talk." Draco nodded and Charlie was very surprised that the blonde didn't protest the arm around his waist.

Once Draco was laid on the bed, Charlie set to work healing all the visible self-inflicted injuries. He found it odd that while Draco had not only refused Charlie's help in the shower, but had also recently been raped, the blonde made no move to cover himself as Charlie's wand moved over his skin.

Charlie noted protruding hipbones and ribs, and a flat, almost sunken stomach; it looked as if the poor man had hardly been fed. Shaking his head, and vowing to rectify that as quickly as possible, Charlie motioned for Draco to turn over. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath before turning slowly and presenting his backside for further healing.

The back of Draco's body showed the same signs of emaciation; Charlie could have easily counted each knob of his spine, his shoulder blades were quite obvious, and his ankles looked even thinner from behind. Charlie wanted nothing more, in that moment, than to gather the small form in his arms and run. This had started out as a mission to simply get the boy out of a bad situation. But, now, Charlie didn't just want to get Draco out of danger, he wanted to protect him - forever.

Forcing the protective and somewhat possessive thoughts from his mind, Charlie healed the few scratches on the back of Draco's arms and neck. He knew there was one other place he needed to heal, but he really wasn't sure how Draco would react.

"Draco?"

"Hm?" The blonde's head was turned to the side, and his gaze never left the wall when he answered.

"I know this isn't… ideal, but I can see that you are bleeding from… another area as well. I need to heal that for you. I will be as quick as possible, but it needs to be done." He really hoped he wouldn't have to ask Draco to spread his cheeks, it just seemed so crass, given the circumstances.

He watched as the pale skin of Draco's face and neck heated to a bright red. A single tear dropped from Draco's eye and dangled from the tip of his nose, but he nodded in acceptance. Without a word, Draco's hands reached back and grabbed the globes of his arse - which seemed to be the only body part not suffering malnourishment.

Charlie wasn't prepared for the sight of Draco's bloody and bruised opening. His gasp of surprise caused the young man to flinch, and bury his face in the pillow. Charlie couldn't move. Had Draco caused this damage in the shower? Or had that snake-faced bastard hurt him that much?

"Please, just…" Draco released a shuddering, muffled sob, and the desperation of the sound spurred Charlie into action.

A rather standard spell had Draco almost completely healed, and without contemplating how his actions would be received, Charlie tossed his wand onto the bedside table and climbed into the bed. He, once again, gathered the shaking man in his arms.

Charlie could feel the front of his shirt becoming wet with the Draco's tears, but he said nothing as some of his own were sliding down his own face. He cradled the blonde head tenderly against his chest, and wrapped his other arm around the boy's back, pulling him closer. Draco sat sideways on Charlie's lap with his knees drawn up, in a parody of how a child might sit on the lap of his mother. It was with that thought that Charlie began to gently rock them.

Draco allowed himself to be held for almost an hour. It was an hour they really couldn't afford to lose, but Charlie knew that it was something Draco needed. The older man would be hard-pressed to deny anything Draco needed or wanted right now. He hoped Draco never realized how quickly and utterly Charlie had fallen into the role of his guardian.

Charlie had expected Draco to rigidly yank himself free when he came to his senses, but that wasn't the case at all. Before sliding, almost reluctantly, from Charlie's lap, the younger man ran his hand tentatively up Charlie's chest, and placed his fingertips lightly on Charlie's jaw. Before the redhead knew what was happening, Draco raised his head and placed a feather light kiss on Charlie's stubbly chin.

"Thank you." The words were a mere whisper, but they felt heavy against Charlie's skin. He was still working to find his voice as Draco rummaged in the closet. With a triumphant grin, he emerged with a pair of dark blue slacks and a white button down shirt.

"I was hoping I still had something to wear in here." The thought of Draco putting on clothes that used to fit him, but would now only hang from his thin frame, was too much for the older man.

"Don't worry about getting dressed to leave just yet. We need to come up with a plan, and I think we could both use a little rest."

Draco's face fell a little, but he didn't argue. He folded the clothes neatly and laid them on his dresser, then seemed to suddenly realize he was standing completely starkers in front of Charlie, again. He blushed crimson and grabbed for the shirt but Charlie stopped him.

"You know, I brought some clothes with me. I'm sure I have an extra t-shirt if you want something a little more comfortable to wear…" Trying to lessen Draco's discomfort at being on display, Charlie averted his eyes and concentrated on unshrinking the bag he'd kept in his pocket.

"Don't suppose you have a pair of pants in there that might fit me, huh?"

Charlie laughed a little as he pulled out an old grey shirt.

"Not really. I think we could fit three of you in a pair of mine. I could shrink a pair though, if you'd like."

"No, that's ok, you know how hard it is to properly alter a garment with magic. That shirt looks plenty long enough anyway."

Charlie knew the shirt would swallow the smaller wizard whole, but something about that made him feel really good. The idea he was that much bigger than Draco helped him to cement the notion that he was capable of defending and protecting the younger man.

Still without looking at Draco, Charlie held the shirt out to him. Once it was taken, Charlie closed the bag and shrunk it again. He'd sleep in his clothes. There was only one bed in the room, and nothing that could easily be transfigured. They would have to sleep together, but Charlie couldn't imagine it would be easy for Draco to sleep next to a half-naked man.

Reaching to pull the covers back, he caught sight of Draco in his peripheral vision, and didn't resist the desire to turn and look at him fully. His mind's picture of Draco in the oversized shirt didn't prepare him for the reality.

There Draco stood, looking innocent as a cherub. His toes were curling nervously in the carpet, and his knobby knees were just visible under the hem of the material. The shirt was so big that it was hard to make out Draco's form under it, but Charlie knew exactly what was there. While the current state of Draco's body left a lot to be desired, the potential was there. Charlie had no difficulty mentally conjuring a picture of a naked and healthy Draco Malfoy. He was embarrassed to realize the thought really turned him on.

Disgusted with himself, he forcefully dropped all thoughts of Draco's naked body.

"Do you think you'll be okay to sleep here with me? I know it can't be easy to trust me, but-"

"I trust you."

Searching Draco's face, Charlie could find no traces of a lie, and Draco reinforced his statement when he climbed into the bed, and pulled the covers up around his neck.

"Are you planning to get in anytime tonight, or were you just going to stand there and catch flies in your gaping mouth?"
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