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The Dragon Queen\'s Chosen	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Saviour
Voices blurred together with shapes and colours, nothing concrete or solid. He faded in and out of consciousness, sometimes waking up in pain only to have someone shush him and soothe him with gentle hands. At least he was warm and there was no one taking advantage of his weakened state. When at last he awoke properly it was to find himself in an unfamiliar bed, in an unfamiliar room. The walls were made of a shining black stone, the bed was massive, four posted, in black wood, with heavy black and forest green drapes, soft, forest green, silk sheets and a black, silk comforter with a large, green dragon in the centre. The room was by no means small either and Harry could see an expansive walk in wardrobe leading though to a large, black marble bathroom. The air around him smelled of incense and herbs and magic which meant he hadn't been saved by a muggle, or if he had that muggle had magical ties. Aside from that he had absolutely no idea where he was.
He sat up intent on climbing out of bed and going searching for whoever had saved him to thank them. Right at that moment however, a house elf popped into the room with a glass of brightly coloured liquid in her hand.
"Good morning, Mr. Potter, the young master be wishing for Elsie to check that you are awake and give you this to drink," she said holding out the glass.
Harry took the glass and frowned at the liquid for a moment before asking. "What is it?"
"It is a healing draught, sir," the Elsie replied. "Master says it will help dull the pain some, Sir."
"Who is your master, Elsie?" Harry asked.
"Master will be along shortly, Sir, please drink the draught," Elsie replied before bowing formally and vanishing again.
Harry looked down at the liquid once more. It really wasn't a good idea to drink something made by someone he hadn't even met; it could have anything in it. At the same time however, whoever had made it had likely been the person who'd saved him, or they at least worked for that person, and he'd been unconscious in their care for a little while at least. If they had wanted to harm him they'd had plenty of time already.
He took a deep breath and brought the cup to his lips to take a sip. He allowed the liquid to flow over his tongue expecting it to taste awful as most healing brews did…it didn't….in fact it tasted wonderful! Harry pulled the glass away from his mouth and studied the liquid once more. It was bright orange and sparkled as if it were soda, but it didn't have the carbonation one would usually find in soda. He took another experimental sip and swallowed before shrugging to himself and downing the rest of the liquid. If it did kill him at least it did it while still tasting good.
He swallowed the rest of the liquid before looking down into the cup once more, almost disappointed that there wasn't anymore; that had to be a first.
"I see you approve of my healing draught. Don't be disappointed there's plenty more."
Startled by the voice he turned toward the door to find Elsie walking in carrying a tray of food and followed closely by none other than his school rival Draco Malfoy.
Harry was stunned silent and could only stare at Draco in shock as Elsie brought the tray over to Harry and slid it onto his lap. She turned to Draco then waiting for a new command.
"That's plenty thank you, Elsie, you may go," Draco dismissed the elf and she vanished with a pop. Draco closed the bedroom door and moved to the bedside sitting down on the edge beside Harry. "How are you feeling?" he asked quietly holding his hand over Harry's chest. Green magic glowed from his fingertips and Harry had to fight not to leap out of the bed and run away even though he recognized it as a healing charm.
"I'm…I'm not sure," he replied honestly turning his attention to his body and what it was feeling. "Sore," he finally replied. "But not as sore as I'd expected.
Draco nodded. "It's a pretty good healing draught, and that's not any sort of brag it's just a fact, Severus creates some wonderful things sometimes," he said before pulling his hand away. "You're very lucky, you're not going to have any permanent, physical damage," he told Harry quietly. "But you're going to need a few days to recover physically. Psychologically…may be another story. How are you feeling that way?" he asked gently.
Harry thought about it. Honestly he didn't really know yet. He'd been drugged, violated and raped, he should be sobbing and hiding from the world but he wasn't and he felt no need to. Maybe it just hadn't sunk in properly yet.
"I don't know," he replied honestly once more. "I don't know how I feel." He looked down at the tray of food sitting on his lap as if it might give him some answers and was suddenly struck by the absurdity of the situation. This was Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, his rival and enemy and yet he was sitting on the bed beside Harry talking gently to him like he really cared. It was like Harry had fallen into the Twilight Zone. "I'm…confused," he admitted after a few moments looking up at Draco once more. "Why did you save me?" he asked. "Why are you looking after me? Why are you being nice to me?"
"Would you honestly expect me to be cruel to you right now?" Draco asked quietly.
"Well, yes actually," Harry replied. "This is exactly the kind of thing I'd expect you to tease me about for the rest of my life. The great Harry Potter brought so low, by a pack of muggles no less, I would expect it to be on the front page of the Prophet as soon as possible."
Draco looked down. "I wouldn't do that," he said softly. "What happened to you isn't something to make jokes about, or boast about to the wizzarding world, Harry. I brought you here instead of taking you to the hospital because I didn't think you'd appreciate having this broadcast over every piece of wizzarding media in our world. Despite what you might think, I'm not a heartless bastard."
"With the way you talk to Ron and Hermione-"
"Weasley and Granger invited it on themselves," Draco snapped cutting him off. "Think back to the first time I ever made fun of them, or you for that matter, was I the one who started it? No, I was not! I offered you friendship and you turned me down."
"You were cruel to Ron," Harry argued.
"Because he was cruel to me first!" Draco retorted. "Or do you think it's okay to tease someone for the name they are given. Also, in case you've forgotten, your precious Weasley was very unkind to Granger for the first few weeks he knew her and what reason did he have for that?"
"And you can talk; the way you speak to Hermione is disgusting!" Harry snarled.
"I'm not pretending to be perfect, Potter, or her friend. And I'll remind you again, since you've once more forgotten; she started on me first by accusing me of buying my way into the Quiddich team. I did not say a negative word to her until that day! Your friends are just as cruel to me as I am to them and so are you, you just tell yourselves that it's in self defence to make you feel better!" Draco snarled.
Harry looked at Draco in shock for several moments, searching his memory for the truth of the Slytherin's words. He was blown away when he realized Draco was right. Ron and Hermione had started on Draco first, admittedly Hermione had been standing up for Ron but still…It was also true that he had been the one to turn Draco down that day and if he were being honest with himself it was because he reminded Harry of Dudley, which really hadn't been fair when he didn't really know the young Malfoy at all.
He looked up at Draco once more and found the Slytherin looking down at his shoes, an unreadable expression on his face. What would have happened if Harry had accepted Draco's friendship at the start of that first year? Would he have ended up in Slytherin? Would he have been able to convince Draco to be friendlier to Ron and the others? Would Harry himself have ended up as a bully? Too many questions and no answers for any of them.
Only one thing was certain, Draco had saved Harry's life, brought him back to Malfoy manor and had been taking care of him since and Harry was being an unforgivable ass to the other boy.
"I'm sorry, Malfoy," he said quietly. "You saved me and I'm being awfully ungrateful about it all. I'm sorry."
"No I am, I shouldn't be yelling at you after what you've been through," Draco replied quietly still not looking up. "You should eat something before it gets cold, I'll send Elsie up to get the tray when you're done," he said before heading out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Harry watched him go feeling like the biggest bastard in the world. He looked down at the breakfast Elsie had brought up to him and sighed. It looked really good and as much as he really wasn't hungry after his argument with Malfoy he didn't want the other boy thinking he didn't trust the food he'd been served, so he picked up the fork and began eating.
The food was really good and he managed to eat about half of it before Elsie appeared and asked if he was done. As he handed her the tray he noticed the elf was not at all as friendly toward him as she had been before and he was pretty sure he knew why.
"Elsie," he said her name quietly and she turned back to face him.
"What, Mr Potter?" she snapped.
"Where is your master at the moment?" he asked hoping he might be able to find the young Malfoy and apologise again for being an ass.
"Master is down in the lounge room taking some rest," Elsie snapped back. "And Mr Potter will not disturb him." She vanished without another word.
Harry was deciding if it would be best to just leave the manor or wait for Draco to wake up so he could apologise again before leaving, when it suddenly dawned on him that Elsie's reply had been a little confusing.
He could see the sun shining just a little through the curtains so he knew it was day and not night. Why would Malfoy be sleeping now? And why in the lounge room and not his bedroom? It hardly seemed like a Malfoy thing to do.
"Elsie!" Harry called the elf quietly and she appeared in front of him with a pop.
"What?" she demanded angrily.
"Why is your master asleep at this time of day? And why in the lounge room?" he asked the cranky elf.
"Master's business is not yours to enquire about, but since Elsie thinks Mr. Potter should know, Master had been awake tending to Mr. Potter since master brought him to the manor and Master is not in his bed because Mr. Potter is in Master's bed," Elsie replied sharply before reminding Harry once more that he was not to disturb the master.
"Perhaps it would be best if I left then, so your Master could have his bed back," Harry suggested feeling like he'd been elevated from world's biggest asshole to universe's biggest fucking asshole.
"Elsie thinks Mr. Potter should go too after being so cruel to master, but Master disagrees. Master wishes Mr. Potter to remain, so Mr. Potter will remain until Master says he may leave!" Elsie replied coldly before popping away once more.
Harry watched her go. He was rather surprised that Draco wanted him to stay after the argument they'd just had, but he was pretty sure Elsie would probably hex him if he tried to leave so it was in his best interest not to try. At the same time he wanted to go down and check on Draco, but chances were Elsie would hex him for that too so staying put was his only option. He sighed wondering what he should do while he waited for Draco to wake up and suddenly realised he really needed to use the bathroom.
He moved to get out of the bed but stopped short when he felt a stab of pain jolt up his back. He bit his lip to keep from crying out and stayed still until the pain subsided at least somewhat. He took it incredibly slowly after that, but eventually he made it into Draco's bathroom and over to the toilet. When he was done he limped over to the sink to wash his hands and finally got a decent look at himself.
There was a slight yellowing on his cheek, most likely from where his head had met the wall, but that was about it. He looked down at the rest of his body and saw that there was nothing more than faint bruising around his hips. If it weren't for the nasty stabbing pain in his lower back he would swear it had all been a really awful nightmare.
He limped back over to the bed and carefully climbed back under the covers, settling down comfortably and feeling terrible about it. Draco should be in his bed not Harry and it was only Elsie's threats keeping him there. He'd seen what a house elf could do when they were cranky, Dobby had sent Lucius flying after he'd been freed and Harry didn't have his wand.
Speaking of Lucius, was he there? And what about Narcissa? He was loathe to call Elsie back but he had to find out. The look the elf gave him when she reappeared told him in no uncertain terms that if he called her again she'd likely hex his head from his shoulders.
He asked quickly about the rest of the Malfoy family and she informed him that they were away dealing with family business and would not be returning for some time. She then gave him a look that couldn't be read as anything other than hostile before disappearing again.
So no Lucius and Narcissa; well, that was definitely a weight off his shoulders.
He lay down once more and allowed his thoughts to drift back to Draco. The boy he was more than certain hated him with every fibre of his being had saved his life and was now allowing him to have his own bed while he cared for him. Those thoughts lead on to Harry's injuries or lack thereof. He remembered the nails digging into his hips and the blood pouring from his face after it was smashed into the wall yet there was barely any evidence of that now. Had Draco healed that himself or had he called in help?
Harry didn't realise his eyes had dropped closed or that he was once more drifting off to sleep until the dreams started.
Rough hands on his body, cold stone beneath him, evil voices taunting him, pain, blood, pain…more pain. He fought to get free, screaming and struggling, but he was trapped, he couldn't move. He awoke screaming at the top of his lungs and looked around him wildly expecting danger.
"Harry, it's okay." His attention was drawn to the soft voice and he looked over to see Draco sitting on the bed beside him looking at Harry worriedly. "It's okay, you're safe," the young Malfoy reassured him with a gentle hand on his arm. Harry tensed instinctually and felt guilty when Draco pulled his hand back looking hurt.
Harry caught his hand before it got far and held it gently in his own. "I'm sorry, it's not you I promise," he told the young Slytherin softly.
Draco nodded and gripped Harry's hand tightly. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.
Harry shook his head, tears slipping from his eyes. It was finally hitting him it seemed and he'd never felt so dirty or helpless in his life. "They hurt me," he sobbed. "They drugged me and they hurt me and I…I…" he trailed off as the tears got the better of him and he dissolved into sobs.
It was only a matter of moments before he was in Draco's arms and the young Slytherin was whispering quiet words of reassurance and rubbing his back soothingly. At that moment Harry didn't care what had happened between them in the past, he clung to Draco's strong body and buried his face in the taller boy's chest allowing the Slytherin to comfort him.
Harry didn't know how much time passed before he got himself under control once more, but when he did he didn't pull away immediately loathe to leave the comfort of the other boy's arms. "I'm sorry," he said in a small voice.
"It's okay," Draco replied quietly.
"No I'm really sorry," Harry argued. "I judged you without really knowing you at all and it wasn't fair of me, I'm sorry, Malfoy," he said quietly.
"Draco," the blonde corrected him, "and it's okay, I'm sorry too," he replied pressing his face to Harry's hair and holding him a little tighter. "Here," the young Malfoy said after another few minutes passing Harry a glass of sparkling, blue liquid. "It's a potion to help you sleep dreamlessly. I meant to make it for you earlier but I fell asleep myself," Draco explained.
Harry took the glass from him and sipped the liquid slowly feeling it working on him almost immediately. After a few sips Draco lowered Harry back down onto the bed and took the glass from his hand. He tucked the blankets around Harry and stroked his hair soothingly as he dropped off to sleep once more.
"It's going to be okay," Draco whispered to him reassuringly. "It's all going to be okay."
"Draco…"
"I'm here."
"Don't go," Harry pleaded quietly barely aware of the words leaving his lips. "Stay with me." He didn't care who was there with him at that moment, he just didn't want to be alone.
"I'll be right here, I promise," Draco replied and it was the last thing Harry heard before he slipped into sleep once more.
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End of chapter 1
So there it is. Before you say anything yes I know that Draco is probably being far nicer than you would expect but I promise all will be revealed. In the next chapter we will learn a bit more about the life of the young Malfoy heir and why his family. Until then...
Please review, I'd like to hear what you think of Harry and Draco's interaction.
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