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The Fallen Lion	By : AnonymousTigress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 22455 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Sorry for the long update, everyone. Thought I posted this over a week ago. Something went wrong in the process. I thought it was odd I didn’t get any reviews. L
Sooooo…I didn’t find my muse among the boxes. However, I did find his resignation. I’ve been interviewing muses for weeks. A few temp job applicants filled in, but nothing stuck for long.
One new muse is working hard on the Yu-Gi-Oh stuff. *points at a pink and purple striped tiger wearing a tiny hat* The other one is hiding around here somewhere working on a new HP story.
ANYWAY…enjoy the new chapter! J

Chapter Twenty-three
The Heart is a Fragile Thing
The drawing was almost finished. The words Get Well had been copied down from a piece of paper and were displayed in big letters at the top. Daniela was working diligently at her drawing, trying her best to make it as pretty as possible. Standing over at the kitchen counter with his wife, Ron shook his head softly.
“Are you sure that’s what Malfoy told her?” Ron asked, quietly.
Hermione nodded.
“I only just remembered a few days ago. It was a very upsetting day. I can’t wait until this is all over and we can sit down to talk with him. I just can’t believe he would…” Hermione trailed off.
Ron shook his head again.
“You’ve seen Ginny. You’ve heard her. If she was that much Hell-bent while they were married…then I’m not too surprised. I hope we’ll be able to settle this after the trial,” Ron murmured.
His wife agreed. Life would be so much easier after the trial was over.

/……/

Oliver smoothed back his lover’s hair so he could place a kiss on his forehead. Percy smiled in between his panting breaths. Oliver chuckled while running a hand down his fiancé’s bare back.
“You were wonderful, love.” Oliver kissed the top of his head. “As always.”
Percy snorted.
“You know…I was trying to talk to you about something,” Percy mumbled.
Oliver grinned.
“And yet here we are, Perce.”
Oliver laughed more when a finger jabbed into his ribs. He rolled their bodies until Percy lay under him and his bad leg was propped on a pillow. He smiled down at his lover’s slight glare.
“I’m sorry, love. I know you have a lot on your mind with the family. Was the visit to your sister that bad?” Oliver asked.
Percy grimaced. Charlie had warned him – Hell, even George had – but Percy had been determined to see her. The things she had said – the foul words she had hurled at him – had hurt worse than all the pranks his twin brothers had played on him.
“Let’s just say I won’t be going back for a second visit. I just hope Mum doesn’t visit her,” Percy mumbled.
Oliver leaned down and nuzzled his face into his lover’s neck. Percy sighed as the tension left his body. He chuckled, jostling his lover with it.
“That’s the last time I let you talk me into running ‘just around the block’ after I get home from work,” Percy said, rolling his eyes.
“But I need the exercise to help with my knee and I don’t like going alone. Plus you’ve gotten so much faster!”
“Because that’s all I do all day at the Ministry!”
Laughing and smacks of pillows on skin ensued from the room.

/……/

The next morning, a news report went out in all British wizarding papers. It was a small announcement alerting witches and wizards that Harry was fine. It mentioned that an altercation between him and an unnamed witch had occurred, resulting in serious injury. At the end of the short announcement, it stated that Harry was currently healing at home and it asked that the world let him rest with his family.
Harry was currently walking around the grounds with Kasper. As the doctor had prescribed, Harry walked with a cane to help with his mobility. His lovers had been reluctant to let him out alone walking, especially after what the doctor had said. However, they had agreed that as long as he stayed inside the wards and had Kasper with him, then he could walk alone.
Harry led Kasper over to his garden area. It was looking nice, but at least one or two of his flowers were wilting. Harry summoned a watering can and, using his canine companion, knelt down to the ground. He watered the flowers, evening the water out amongst the different flowers. Sensing someone approaching, Harry looked up over his shoulder. He wasn’t all that surprised to see his blonde lover’s father coming up the pathway.
Lucius watched Harry slowly stumble to his feet with Kasper’s help. The young wizard leaned heavily on his cane, but smiled at the older wizard.
“Good morning, Sir,” Harry greeted.
Lucius frowned as he stopped in front of the young wizard.
“I think we’ve gone through enough, Harry, to refer to each other by our first names. There’s no need for a Sir,” Lucius told him.
Harry raised an eyebrow in question.
“But what if I want to show you respect?” Harry asked.
Lucius smiled.
“It is I who should be showing you respect, Harry. Especially after everything that you’ve done. For me and my son. And you can show me the greatest respect by listening to my wishes,” Lucius answered, truthfully.
Harry’s smile was true and blinding.
“Okay, Lucius.”
Feeling the silent awkward moment coming on, Harry invited Lucius to walk with him. As they fell in step beside each other, Lucius realized he had to slow his steps in order for the brunette to keep up. Not wanting to walk in complete silence, Harry spoke on the last couple of days. He mentioned the visit from Ilene and Connor, letters from people wishing him well, and the doctor’s visit.
Lucius touched his arm and gently pulled him to a stop. Harry stared at him questioningly.
“You shouldn’t have risked your life for me,” Lucius told him.
Harry shook his head. He explained to Lucius what the Healer had told him. For the first time in all the time he had known Lord Malfoy, Harry found that the man was speechless. He reached the hand not clasping his cane to lightly touch Lucius’ arm.
“I would do it again. No more people should have to die because of me,” Harry said.
Lucius lay his hand over Harry’s and squeezed.
“We will try our best to keep that from happening. Now…let’s get you back inside. You look as though you’re ready to drop,” Lucius commented.
Harry sighed. He did feel like dropping. He had been about to say something when Lucius had beat him to it. The two walked slowly back to the house.

/……/

Draco leaned on the doorframe frowning. Severus had run out on a supply run, as he didn’t trust the suppliers to give him the best quality ingredients. This left Draco home alone with his younger lover. Harry was lying on his stomach napping on the bed. Draco had stopped in to check on him and now found him squirming.
Harry had been napping okay, but now he was awake. He was squirming uncomfortably on the bed, mumbling and wincing. If he had been wearing a shirt, Draco bet he would be squirming with that, too. Draco pushed himself off the doorway and crossed the room to his lover’s side. Harry glanced up when he felt a warm hand touch his shoulder.
“What’s wrong, Harry? Is it your back?” Draco asked.
Pouting like a small child, Harry nodded his head. His back ached, but it wasn’t the tingling of his nerves from the curse. It was more like I-slept-wrong-and-woke-up-like-I-had-a-fight-with-the-mattress. Draco leaned down, whispering soft reassurances to his lover.
“I’ll make it feel better, okay?” Draco whispered.
Harry nodded before closing his eyes. Draco ventured around the bed to the bathroom. He flicked his wand at the cupboard under the sink before changing into more comfortable clothes. He changed out of his robe and into his sleep pants with no shirt. A small dark blue bottle floated out from under the sink and sat itself down on the counter.
Draco snatched up the bottle before departing the bathroom. When he came back into the bedroom, Draco was careful with climbing onto the bed. Throwing a leg over his lover, Draco settled down atop him. Pressing his knees into the mattress, Draco sat gently on his lover’s rear end. He ran a light hand up the brunette’s back, noting that Harry released a small sigh.
The Healer had warned them that Harry’s back may pain him for quite some time. Severus had whipped up a strong pain reliever mixed with a muscle relaxant and calming draught. They hadn’t had a chance to use it yet as Harry had had little trouble with his back lately. Now it seems they had the opportunity to try it out.
Draco squeezed some of the lotion potion onto his hands and smoothed it over both his hands. There was no need to warm it on his hands since it was already a tad warm (brewed that way on purpose). Harry groaned at the first touch to his back. Whatever was on his lover’s hands was warm and tingled across his skin.
“Feels good, Dray,” Harry moaned.
Draco leaned down to kiss Harry on the back of his neck. He sat back up, smoothing his hands up from lower back to shoulder blades and then out to the sides. The scarring on Harry’s back was fading, but it was still clear as day. Draco didn’t have to be careful with it because the potion prevented him from further injuring the smaller wizard. That didn’t mean he wasn’t careful with his movements.
“Deep breaths, Harry,” Draco whispered.
Harry’s back lifted up into his touch and back down as he followed Draco’s command. It made back massages easier if the person receiving took in and let out deep breaths. In no time at all, Harry was relaxed and Draco was tracing runes on his back with light fingertips. He felt a rumbling under his hands and leaned down, whispering “What?”
Harry pulled his face away from the pillow, speaking in a clearer voice than before.
“I’ve missed this.”
Draco was thrown back by the response. He climbed off his lover and made him roll over. He was surprised to see a fresh sheen of tears in Harry’s emerald orbs. He cupped his lover’s face and leaned his forehead against his.
“Missed what, Harry?” Draco murmured.
Harry’s throat bobbed up as he swallowed.
“I’ve missed us…being close. We haven’t been as close since…I thought I did something wrong,” Harry admitted, shuddered in his lover’s hold.
Draco shushed Harry while placing light kisses all over his face.
“No, Harry. We didn’t want to overwhelm you. We didn’t want to hurt you more, love.” Sigh. “But it seems we hurt a part of you we forgot about.”
Harry opened his eyes when a soft kiss was placed over his heart. Draco brought his hands away while lying gently on top of him with his head over Harry’s heart, staring up at him. Harry brought his hands up to play with Draco’s hair. Draco chuckled, but allowed it.
“You don’t have to work so hard, Dray. Severus, too. I can move about the house by myself. I can tend to the garden myself. Let Kasper do his job. I think he’s panicking more because he’s not getting to do his job,” Harry sighed.
Draco smiled.
“Fair enough, little lion. We’ll stop hovering,” Draco promised.
He was saddened by just how bright Harry’s smile was at the whisper of his lovers’ pet name for him. Draco was hard pressed to recall the last time he or even Severus had called by it. Oh, sure his name was used a lot, but lately it had been other terms of endearment like “love” and “babe.” Draco could see Harry was on the verge of falling back to sleep and he reached a hand up to pat him on the arm.
“Get some rest, little lion.” Small smirk. “You’ll need it for later.”

/……/

Harry gasped. He threw his back with a low moan escaping his throat. Draco glanced up at his young lover and grinned before returning his attention to the hard organ in front of him.
When Severus had returned, Draco had quickly got him on the same page. The two had fixed a small dinner which Severus had taken up to their lover. Draco had snuck away to the floo to have a short, private (and embarrassing) conversation with the Healer. He had gotten the information he needed, much to the embarrassment of the surprised Healer.
Harry had been treated to a hot shower with Severus, full with steamy kisses and firm strokes across wet skin. When they stepped out, Harry was humming with energy. Severus had helped him dry off before dragging him into the bedroom and onto the bed. Severus rested up against some pillows, acting as a pillow to Harry. Harry sat between his legs with Draco lying between his legs and his lips wrapped around their young lover’s hard member.
Harry whimpered. Draco’s warm hands blazed a trail over his thighs before reaching down to cup his balls. He licked and sucked on the member in his mouth, drawing all sorts of sounds out of their lion. At first touch, he knew no one had done this for Harry before and he wanted to make it good for him.
He glanced up at the beautiful sight his lover made. Correction: lovers. Harry’s head was tilted back on Severus’ shoulder, turned towards Severus who was whispering something to him. Draco smirked. Who was he kidding? He knew damn well what his older lover was telling him.
“It feels good, doesn’t it, little lion? His warm mouth taking you in all the way up to the base. Licking you. Sucking you. Draco is very skilled with his mouth. He can pull you to the edge; just as you’re ready to…then he’ll pull back and start all over again.”
Not wanting to draw things out too long for Harry, Draco deep-throated the engorged member in his mouth. With a low whine against the potions master’s neck, Harry came harder than he ever remembered doing so before. Severus whispered soothingly to him while running hands up and down his sides. Draco relaxed his throat, swallowing down all his lover had to give him. He rubbed the base with a thumb, coaxing his lover to keep coming. Draco kept suckling until Harry whimpered in protest.
Only then did Draco pull off the soft member. He pressed a few light kisses across the quivering thighs before sliding upwards. The two lovers pressed against their sated lover as they shared a kiss over his shoulder. When they parted, Harry smiled reassuringly.at them. Draco leaned in to nuzzle his neck, giving it a small nip.
“Feeling better, love?” Draco whispered.
Harry could do nothing, but nod as his eyelids started to droop. Draco let out a small chuckle before leaning forward to kiss over both.
“Go to sleep, babe. We’ll still be here in the morning.”
“Promise?” Harry murmured.
Severus kissed the back of his neck. “We promise, little lion.”
Harry drifted off to sleep, comfortable in knowing that his lovers would be there in the morning. But morning proved to be a long time away. Halfway through the night, Harry fell into a nightmare so tightly gripping him in dreamland that his lovers couldn’t wake him. Draco rushed to the floo and came back only a few minutes later with Healer Copperbottom.
Between the three of them, they were able to mercifully wake up the thrashing brunette. Unfortunately, the poor male was beyond confused; he didn’t even know he had been having a nightmare. Let alone what it was about. Healer Copperbottom checked him over, but only found a small tear in one of the small cuts on his back. He healed it right up and prescribed Harry a mild sleeping potion to get him through the night.
After taking Severus’ potion, Harry fell back to sleep curled in between his lovers. Later Harry would why he was hearing a baby crying, but couldn’t find a baby.
End of Chapter Twenty-Free
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