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Dragon Blood	By : Aline Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 55990 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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*Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all the characters from it doesn’t belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling, I’m not gaining anything but fun from writing this.

Warning: Character death.

Chapter 26. A Dragon’s Revenge.

Ginny walked out of the gates and took the path that would lead her to Hogsmead. She didn’t get far before she stood face to face to an entourage of masked men. Lord Voldemort himself was at the lead. He took a few steps towards the girl and raised his hand. Ginny gave him the portkey and the password to activate it. The man was very pleased with his success.

“Good. This would be very useful. You’re not needed anymore Weasley. Avada kedabra.”

The girl’s body fell to the ground with a soft thump. Voldemort barely spared her a look before turning to his followers.

“Now we have the key into Hogwarts! We will crush them all!”

Shouts of agreement answered his declaration. The army moved on to surround the castle. The new day will find Hogwarts destroyed.

Once in front of the gates, Lestrange talked to their Master.

“My Lord, how are we going to proceed? I doubt that the portkey will take many of us at the same time.”

“I only need five of you, my dear Rodolphus. You’d weaken the wards from the inside, and we’d help from the outside. The wards should break in no time.”

“Understood Master.”

The five Death Eaters were ready in seconds, and they activated the portkey that would let them inside Hogwarts’ grounds.

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“I don’t understand. You are more powerful than the wizards. How could Voldemort kill so many of you?”

Harry couldn’t sleep. He kept turning around and looking constantly to the other side of the bed, towards Draco’s unmoving form. He got up twice to check on Lillian, who was sleeping peacefully. Finally he risked calling his dragon to have someone to talk to. Dante wasn’t still so fond of him. He was undertrained and very much ignorant of history and tradition for the dragon’s tastes, but he was making up for it with his will to learn. The dragon had been willing to answer his firsts questions about James and how the man had been furious when informed that Snape got to have a dragon and Sirius didn’t. He had gotten over it quickly when Dante had lectured him about how little choice the wizards really had in terms of a bond. You simply covered the dragons’ requirements or you didn’t, and Sirius, though inventive and skilful, would have never had the level of power required to sustain a bond. The dragon hoped to not have to give the same lecture to James’ son. Harry put his worries to rest. He really didn’t think that he had any place to question how a magical creature chose a wizard to bond with. Besides, he had seen Snape in action, and he knew that the man was a force to be reckoned with. The boy was more interested in knowledge. He felt like Hermione trying to absorb everything that the books could offer her. At the moment he wanted to know what had happened for Voldemort to be able to kill even one of the Rainbow Dragons.

Dante was willing to enlighten him; he was starting to see that the boy had better sense than his father.

‘While we are in breeding season, our bodies are vulnerable. We all depend on our physical bodies to survive on this realm. The amount of energy required for us to lay an egg leaves us depleted. We share the magic with our mates, like you with yours.’

Harry sighed and looked for a second towards Draco. Both Sally and Dante insisted in calling them mates, but Harry was unsure of what exactly there was between the two of them.

“We’re not mates. Not really.”

Dante made a noise of impatience.

‘You have a cub together. Your bond is so strong that is allowing you to share magic. What else could you be?’

“Maybe it’s simple for you, but for us there should be something more than having a child because of some spell.”

‘Like what?’

“Like love. To feel… something for each other, you know? To want to share your life with the other person.”

‘And you don’t feel any of that?’

“Well… Yes, but… I don’t know if it’s love, I mean, I thought it was, but then the seal was broken, you came along, and I was informed that there had been a spell to force us to conceive Lillian… I’m just afraid that everything I feel it’s only the side effects of a spell.”

‘That’s foolish. Feelings can’t be created from a single spell.’

“But, there are ways to manipulate a person’s feelings with magic. Wizards had created all kinds of lust spells, and love potions. The spell was trying to get us together, I suppose it did something to make us more agreeable with each other.”

‘Manipulation is not creation. And magic is energy. It doesn’t think, and certainly doesn’t feel. It reacts to the intention of the one using it. And it’s useless if it doesn’t have a target to work on.’

“That sounds almost philosophical.”

Harry sighed and looked at the blond again.

“I suppose I’d have to wait until he wakes up to get things settled.”

Just then something attracted Harry’s attention. He narrowed his eyes and turned completely to climb the bed until he reached the other boy’s head. Draco’s lips moved softly, as if he was muttering something. Harry held his breath and extended a hand to caress the closer cheek. Draco turned towards him and his body actually moved, so he was lying on his side. Harry could have yelled from excitement.

“Draco! Oh God, are you awake? Draco!”

‘I wouldn’t wake him up. He’s still weak. He needs to rest.’

“But… but he moved!”

‘Out of the comma then. It doesn’t mean that he’s ready to wake up just yet.’

“Oh my God! I have to tell Snape! He has to check him up!”

Harry was on his feet in a second, looking for his clothes and ready to bolt towards Snape’s rooms, without thinking that it was the wee hours of the night and that the man would surely curse him for waking him up at midnight. The boy had just finished to put on his trousers when a loud noise reached him from the outside. It was like something crashing. Then he felt the earth tremble and looked to his dragon in alarm. The creature gave a low growl and moved towards the passage that would get him out of the castle.

‘The wards are broken. Seems like it’s time at last.’

“W-what?!”

The Gryffindor cursed. Of all the bloody moments to attack! Voldemort just had to have the worst timing ever! He hurriedly took Lillian out of her bassinet, and laid her with care besides her other dad. Draco instinctively curled around the little bundle, and Harry felt more at ease. He erected a ward protecting both of them, and then exited the bedchamber.

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The rebels were all alerted of the falling of the wards. With nearly military efficiency everyone was at their previously designed spots and ready to defend themselves. They were prepared for the noise and the first Death Eaters barrelling into the grounds. Everyone attacked, defending the castle against Voldemort’s forces. Spells were thrown back and forth. Dark and light wizards only focused on keeping themselves alive, and followed the rush of the battle.

Voldemort surveyed everything from an advantageous spot. He was crossed that his forces could not manage to simply wipe the rebels out of the face of Earth. The light wizards were resisting even when they were clearly outnumbered. The Dark Lord noticed that there were several witches and wizards holding staffs. Those were the ones doing the most damage to his forces, holding the giants and dementors at bay. He looked at the castle and snarled in despise. There were dragons on the towers and the battlements. The magnificent creatures looked like translucent statues, silently watching without moving. Their owners must have ordered them not to intervene. They surely feared the damage that the dragons could do to Hogwarts and to their own forces if their fire went out of control.

What foolishness! What was the point of having power if one didn’t intent to use it?! Voldemort had no such qualms. He raised his wand to the sky and chanted the spell to summon the dragons that were under his command. He was going to show everyone that he was the only one that truly deserved unlimited power.

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Harry was barely holding himself. He could only use basic spells. Fortunately his protection was pretty good. He had managed to protect himself and a good number of the rebels fighting near him. He had already destroyed a dementor that would have attacked Hermione from behind. He had had little time to be amazed at the very solid patronus that his staff had created; the enemy would not cease the attack. The boy was starting to feel tired. There were too many Death Eaters, along with Imperiused Aurors, giants, dementors and werewolves. It was too much. Harry wondered if they would be able to resist long enough for Voldemort to enter the battle. They only needed to kill the mad wizard and then maybe they’d have a chance.

“Why aren’t they helping us?!”

Neville shouted at his back, while he was furiously throwing hexes at two Aurors. Harry didn’t need to ask. He knew the other boy was talking about the dragons. It appeared that they would content themselves with watching. The bonded were doing a titanic job of protecting their allies and attacking the most dangerous enemies, they had even convinced the other countries’ bonded to help. Harry knew that it was the only thing that had prevented the rebels from being thoroughly smashed on the first minutes of the battle. That, and the fact that it was evident that the werewolves and dementors were distracted by the dragons’ presence, and didn’t get too close to the castle. The dragons however would not move. Snape had warned him that it was unlikely that the creatures would want to get themselves involved into the actual fight. Dragons didn’t intervene in wizards’ affairs. Harry supposed that they would only wait until the bonded took Voldemort down, so they could be sure that the wizard who had caused them such grave problems was dead. Harry could only shrug at Neville’s question and continue firing reductos at the enemy.

After long minutes of heated battle, there was a bright flash from somewhere near the gates, and Harry could feel dread with the powerful release of magic. Soon, a blast of fire hit the border of the forbidden forest and Harry looked in fear at the other dragons that had arrived. It was just then that the Rainbow dragons moved, roaring in warning before launching against their counterparts. The sky was bright with flames.

“Holy Fuck!!” Neville yelled at being almost fried alive when a blast of fire hit the ground too close to him. The battle had just turned more deadly.

“I guess that was why they didn’t attack sooner.” Said Hermione at Harry’s back. “There is no telling ally from foe. They can destroy everything!”

Harry suspected that it was exactly what Voldemort wanted. The coward didn’t even have the decency to fight in his own battle! He had to find the maniac and make him stop somehow!

A huge mass of intertwined dragon bodies crashed noisily near the lake. The small earthquake that it produced almost thrown Harry off his feet. He barely remained in control and was able to dodge an Avada Kedabra. In theory, the staff should be capable of creating a shield that would deflect even the killing curse, but Harry was not testing the theory any time soon. He still hadn’t mastered his staff, and a deflected curse was like a lost bullet. He was not going to take the risk to accidentally kill someone. The Gryffindor boy tried to get past the fighting and locate Voldemort. Surprisingly, the duels were slowly stopping, as everyone started to be more preoccupied shielding themselves from the flames than attacking. People were looking for cover, and the only shields that seemed to resist the onslaught of the fire were the bonded ones.

Harry ran through the battlefield. He could not use his scar to find Voldemort anymore. The connection had been lost when he had bonded with his dragon. Fortunately he didn’t have to search much. Quite suddenly, there was an ample space free of fire and fighting and Voldemort was in front of him, sneering with despise. The battle seemed to be put on hold. People were trying to extinguish several fires and the roars of the dragons could still be heard, but apparently they had stopped their direct attacks. Harry aimed his staff at Voldemort, who made a disgusted gesture.

“You… Potter. You have a bond. You filthy brat! How could you be considered apt to have a staff? You’re not worthy of it!”

“Really? Who’s the one that is trying to steal something that he didn’t deserve?”

Voldemort gave a hiss of rage and started firing curses at Harry. The boy barely had time to put on a shield. He could deflect the attack, but was unable to counter it. The Dark Lord gave the equivalent of a smirk.

“You can’t even control it properly. You are nothing Potter! You are unworthy of the bond!”

Harry was trying to focus on a spell. He knew that the staff was powerful. He only needed to direct that power with his will. He was about to answer the man’s provocation with a well-aimed cutting-curse, when he felt the ground shake and a loud roar was heard at his back. The boy jumped out of the way and looked in awe at the big creature advancing towards the two enemies. It was the biggest he had yet seen, and its scales gave the impression to be white. He was unsure of what to do; fortunately someone grabbed him by the arms and pulled him to a safe distance.

The Gryffindor looked around to see Snape still with a firm grip on his shoulder. The boy also noticed that all activity had ceased. The dragons were flying in circles above them and some of the Rainbow dragons had returned to the Castle’s towers. The dementors were gone, and everyone else was looking expectantly towards the Dark Lord. Harry turned again to the dragon and wondered what it was going to do.

Voldemort looked in bafflement at the creature. He masked his surprise and the light undercurrent of fear quickly. He didn’t fear the beast! He was powerful enough to conquer it! Here was the perfect opportunity to do so, and he was going to finally prove, once and for all, that he was the mightiest wizard alive! He aimed his wand, ready to start chanting the spell to put the dragon under his control, when the creature started talking, looking at him with intense yellow eyes.

‘So, this is the human that believes himself to be powerful enough to join one of us?’

The Dark Lord bristled in aggravation. How dare the beast talk to him like that?!

“How dare you! I’m no mere human! I’m Salazar Slytherin’s heir! I’m the most powerful wizard alive! You have no right to deny me what is rightfully mine!”

‘Stupid human! So full of yourself! Salazar would be ashamed of having produced such a spawn!’

Voldemort saw red.

“Shut it! You’re just a beast! How could you know anything about the great Slytherin?!”

‘Ha! Easily enough human, many centuries ago it was I who chose Salazar to share MY power! He was a real descendant from the original line!’

Many gasps were heard, both at the implication of the dragon’s words, and the realization that this had been one of the beings that had created Hogwarts. The Dark Lord was furious.

“I am his rightful heir! How dare you question my bloodline?! I have Slytherin’s power! My magic is even more powerful than his! Everything that was his, is rightfully mine!”

‘Really?’

The dragon made a gesture that could have passed for curiosity. He got even closer to the dark wizard, who stubbornly kept his ground.

‘So, you believe that you have what it takes to bond with us. How interesting. A broken soul, damaged beyond recognition. And you actually think that you could tolerate the onslaught of pure wild magic of a bond?’

Voldemort’s eyes narrowed. He glared at the dragon, defying him to test his might.

“Magic is power! It has no qualms! I have enough power to control any magic!”

The dragon laughed. Harry was petrified. It actually laughed! The boy, along with every bonded and some others that were only partially understanding the conversation, looked in horror as the magnificent creature lifted his left paw and promptly cut it open with its teeth. Harry couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The dragon offered the bloodied appendage to the Dark Lord.

‘Very well, let’s see how you deal with it. I assume you know what to do.’

“No!” Harry yelled in panic. He was about to dash over and prevent Voldemort from taking the blood, but Snape stopped him.

“No Potter! You can not intervene!”

“But he can’t! If Voldemort has a bond he’s gonna destroy us all! Do they not care about that?!”

“Wizards’ affairs are not the dragons’ problem. They could care less if we all kill each other! No one is allowed to interfere in a bond, and that’s final! Only the dragons decide which wizard is worthy of their power, no one else has any say in it!”

“B-but…!”

“No ‘buts’ Potter! It will kill you if you dare to approach! We’d deal with the Dark Lord however we can!”

Harry looked at the sour man in stupefaction. He quickly turned around to see if any other would try to stop Voldemort. He encountered many horrified faces, and several confused ones, but none of the bonded looked like they were planning to do anything to interrupt the proceedings. He clenched his fists in frustration and looked over to the Rainbow dragon in time to see Voldemort’s gesture of glee at finally been given what he wanted. The dark wizard accepted the offered blood and sucked greedily at it.

Harry lifted his staff and stood ready to attack Voldemort the moment the bonding ritual ended. He didn’t care if the dragon killed him afterwards. He was not going to allow Voldemort to have access to unlimited power! He looked intently as the dark wizard took a few drinks of the dragon’s blood, and then gasped in utter surprise when the most horrible scream of pain was heard.

Voldemort lapped at the rich blood hungrily, already chanting in his mind the ritual words that Bellatrix had foolishly taught him. He felt the burn start in his stomach and expand trough his body, latching onto his very core. He waited for the sudden rush of power that he was sure he would feel. However, what he perceived was the heat intensifying until it became unbearable. He stopped sucking and screamed when the pain suddenly hit him with force. He was burning from inside! He could sense the flames eating away his magical core and his very insides with it. He fell to the ground, still screaming, and started to claw at his face and torso, unaware that his entire body was alight with blue fire.

All the people gathered at the battlefield, Death Eaters and rebels alike, watched in terrified fascination as the self-proclaimed Dark Lord was burned alive, screeching and howling in pain. Eventually the screaming stopped, but Harry couldn’t take his eyes from the amorphous mass that was still burning. The flames didn’t go out until there was nothing left of the once powerful wizard. Everyone stayed rotted to the spot, gaping in amazement, many didn’t dare believe what they had just witnessed. Harry risked looking at the dragon and could have sworn that the creature was smirking in satisfaction. Its deep rough voice took everyone back to reality.

‘Stupid wizards. The threat is gone. We are in peace again.’

It extended its wings. Harry looked as the dragon seemed to become even more translucent, until only a blurry outline of its body was visible. There was no noise of wings flapping. No sensation of a big body taking to the sky. The dragon just disappeared. Harry blinked and turned to look at a bewildered Snape.

“What just happened?”

The man scowled and answered slowly. “I’m not quite sure myself.”

Suddenly many roars were heard, and blasts of fire started to hit the ground all around them.

“Holy fuck! What the hell is happening?!”

Snape took a look upwards while protecting himself and Potter with his staff, and soon understood. The ‘normal’ dragons were no longer under Voldemort’s spell, and they were furious. They had to get back into Hogwarts quickly.

“Run! Everyone get cover!”

People were already screaming and running for their lives. There was pandemonium as everyone tried to run and protect themselves at the same time. The flames were everywhere. A good deal of people were fortunate enough to get inside the castle and watch from the windows as the sea of fire extended itself all around them and well into the forbidden forest. The castle was not touched, but people freaked out a bit when it started to get really hot inside. It lasted a few moments, and then the dragons flew away, leaving the survivors to try and extinguish the inferno that was now Hogwarts’ grounds.

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Snape looked as Paraximedes moved his wand all around Draco for the third time. It was evident that the mediwizard couldn’t believe his eyes. Not only the young Malfoy had gotten out of the comma, but also he seemed to be perfectly healthy and only sleeping. He won’t wake up, but Snape suspected it wouldn’t be long before the blond opened his eyes again. Finally, Paraximedes shook his head in flustered bewilderment.

“I don’t have any idea of what happened or how, but it seems that he has recovered. He should be waking up soon.”

“Shall we be expecting any complications? After all, his magic core was almost depleted.”

“Well, I certainly don’t know what to tell you Severus. Under normal circumstances he should be dead by now, so I don’t think we can make any guesses about him. Apparently he’s well enough and should not have any troubles.”

“I suppose that’s good enough for now. I’d tell Potter to keep an eye for him and inform me immediately as soon as he awakes.”

“Don’t you think it best if you place a monitoring charm on him. Harry is going to be at the big feast and the party, I seriously doubt he’d be in any condition to take care of Draco.”

“On the contrary. I bet he’d be even grateful for the excuse to not attend the festivities. I believe that he’d rather be with his daughter anyway.”

Paraximedes looked at the potions master sceptically. It was hard to believe that a young man like Harry wouldn’t want to spend his nights at loud parties with friends. Especially when the wizarding world was free at last from the Dark Lord, and he was one of the heroes been clamoured by the masses. He believed that Harry couldn’t wait to bask on the attention. However, he had to see how wrong he was when the boy immediately accepted Snape’s instructions, and even assured the man that he wasn’t going to leave Draco’s side until the blond waked up. He assured Paraximedes that the party wasn’t that important to him, and that he preferred to be there when the Slytherin recovered consciousness. The mediwizard shook his head in wonder as he and the headmaster left Slytherin’s chambers.

Harry’s friends kept him company for a while, but the boy soon sent them away, telling them to enjoy the party. Hermione gave him a wholehearted hug, which he returned enthusiastically, and then admonished him to not spend the night pacing in the bedroom. He should have some rest too, and she didn’t want him passing his worry on to little Lillian. He promised her that he was going to take things easy, and she left more at ease.

Harry fed Lillian and changed her nappy before putting her in her bassinet. Then he dragged an armchair to Draco’s bedside and got comfortable looking at the sleeping pale face. He was not going to miss Draco’s eyes opening. He was ready to wait all night if he needed to.

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Draco heard a child crying and been hushed softly. A familiar voice was singing a lullaby, apparently trying to get the child to sleep. He stirred on the bed, his eyes felt heavy and his body stiff. He didn’t want to wake up just yet, but the soft noise wouldn’t go away. The child was no longer crying, but neither was it asleep because the voice was doing cooing noises, and a baby laugh resounded in the background. A baby. Draco slowly took notice of the bed he was in. Something was not clicking in his mind and it was starting to worry him enough to try and open his eyes. His eyelashes seemed glued together, and when he finally succeeded in opening one eye he only saw the blurry outline of things.

He moaned and blinked several times, trying to regain focus. The room he was in was only lit by a lamp at the very far corner of it. The light was dimed, so the room was mostly dark, and he couldn’t identify where he was. He whimpered and tried to move. He heard a sharp intake of breath and almost immediately a figure was standing at his bedside, blocking what little light he had.

“Draco? You’re awake!”

He looked upwards at the shadow looming over him.

“H-Harry…?” He frowned at the horrible sound of his voice. The Gryffindor boy went out of his line of vision for a moment. Draco could still hear him moving things and talking nervously.

“Oh my God! Draco it’s so good you’re finally awake! I was really worried for a while!”

A sense of deja-vú hit Draco, and he smiled in amusement. Suddenly the light became much brighter.

“Oh gosh! Damnit Harry, I’m not entirely awake yet!”

“Oh, sorry! Sorry…”

The light dimed slightly and Harry returned to his side. He helped him to sit up and gave him a glass of water. Draco drank thirstily and his throat felt much better.

“How are you feeling?”

“I… confused I think… Where are we?”

“We’re in Hogwarts. In Salazar Slytherin’s rooms.”

Draco gaped shamelessly at the Gryffindor. Harry had seated on the bedside, and was looking at him warily.

“H-how could we…? What happened?”

“You don’t remember?” Asked Harry nervously.

Draco blinked again. The last thing he remembered was been in a lot of pain… He did a quick scanning of his mind, finding it empty of dragon’s presence. He slowly took his hands over his stomach and clenched them at his midsection with unusual force. Realization gradually overcame him, and he started sobbing. Harry was aghast. He immediately went to sit beside Draco and took the distraught boy in his arms.

“Shh, Draco it’s ok. Everything is ok.”

“M-my baby… H-harry… w-where… oh gods, please…”

“Don’t cry, please. Don’t cry Draco. She’s fine. She’s really fine. Here, I’d bring her over, just try to be calm. Ok?”

Draco nodded fervently, and Harry left him to go to a bassinet that was some paces from the bed. The blond hadn’t noticed the piece of furniture until that moment, and he looked expectantly as Harry took out a small bundle of blankets. He held his breath as the Gryffindor approached him and helped him to take the bundle in a comfortable position. Draco looked in fear and wonder at the little face and the blue eyes looking up at him for the first time. He felt tears running down his cheeks as he tentatively touched lightly the soft hair on her head. He gulped a few times before he felt his voice working again.

“Oh Merlin… she’s so beautiful…” He looked up at Harry again. The Gryffindor was smiling at him and he took encouragement from that. “H-Harry… what’s her name?”

The black-haired boy’s smile grew and he sat down again, in a way that he could look at Draco directly.

“Lillian Berenice Potter-Malfoy. I know we never really discussed the surnames, but there’s still time to…”

“No, it’s perfect like that. I don’t want to change a thing.”

Harry nodded a bit and Draco turned his eyes to their daughter again. He could feel the tension starting to rise from the other boy, and he worried. He noticed that Lillian had closed her eyes.

“She’s asleep already.”

“Oh, I’ll put her in her bassinet again.” He took the baby away from Draco and the blond couldn’t stop the feeling of emptiness that crept on him. He watched Harry’s every move, fighting the irrational fear that had popped in his mind that Harry would take his baby and leave. He actually sighed in relief when the Gryffindor put Lillian in her bassinet and turned towards him again.

“She’s a really good baby. She doesn’t cry much.”

Harry stood awkwardly at the bedside for a moment, and Draco wanted to cry. There was no spell anymore, no bond between them that could force Harry to stay at his side. Draco didn’t need Harry’s proximity anymore, and he realized that the Gryffindor must know the truth by then. He bit his lips and wondered how angry the boy really was. How long had he been unconscious, and most importantly, why Harry was there at his side? Did that mean that there was still something between them? Or the boy just had wanted to take care of their baby? He didn’t know what to say. What could he possibly say to make things better? To keep Harry at his side?

‘Please, if he wants to leave me, at least let me keep Lillian.’

He looked at Harry fearfully, and gathered all his courage. He was ready to beg for forgiveness if that got him to stay at his daughter’s side.

“H-Harry…”

“Do you want to lie down?” The Gryffindor interrupted, approaching the blond again and starting to rearrange the pillows. “I’m supposed to let Snape know that you’re awake, but it’s late and it can wait until the morning… unless you want me to call him and the mediwizard?”

Draco shook his head. He didn’t want anything. He wanted to talk with Harry.

“Harry, I want to tell you…”

“You should rest, your core still needs to recover entirely…”

“No, Harry! Please…”

“Not now!”

Both boys were holding each other’s arms by then. Draco was trembling in fear and frustration, but Harry’s hold was firm. The Gryffindor sighed and rubbed Draco’s upper arms tenderly.

“Not now Draco. You need to rest.”

The blond sobbed and tried to control his breathing.

“B-but Harry… w-we need to talk… please, let- let me tell you…”

Harry put two fingers over Draco’s mouth and the blond fell silent, looking desperately at the other boy with teary eyes. Harry could tell how scared the Slytherin was, and his hearth clenched, but he remained firm.

“We’d talk later. When you feel better. Right now you need to rest.”

Draco tried to deny his need to sleep some more. He felt like he was floating about a big sea and there was no anchor for him to latch on. He sobbed louder and then started to cry quietly. Harry pulled him into his arms again.

“Don’t cry Draco. Please. Everything is gonna be ok.”

“… b-but I… I didn’t… please forgive me…”

Harry hugged him tightly and kissed his head. Draco’s crying subsided a bit.

“I promise that we’d talk. Just, not now. You need to get better and to assimilate all that has happened. When you’d recover, you’d think more clearly.”

Draco nodded reluctantly and tried to put his sobbing into submission. Harry, sensing that the boy was calmer, released him from the hug and stared into the redish-grey eyes.

“We’ll work out something, you’d see. Everything is gonna be fine.”

The blond sighed and attempted a weak smile. He let Harry to manoeuvre him into a lying position and looked at the Gryffindor expectantly when he was tucked in the covers. Harry smiled and stood up, provoking a slight panic in Draco.

“I’ll let you rest. I’ll be just outside the door, so you can sleep comfortably.”

Draco bolted upright when the black-haired boy turned to leave.

“Harry!”

The Gryffindor stopped and looked worriedly at the blonde’s face.

“Please stay?”

Harry was going to say no, reasoning that it was probably better if they got some distance from each other, but he saw the fear and desperation in Draco’s eyes, and he didn’t have the heart to leave him. He walked over to the bed again and pulled the armchair. Draco made a distressing sound and pleaded for Harry to sleep with him, just that time. Harry’s soul cracked. He couldn’t leave Draco in such emotional pain. The boy clearly needed him. He changed into his pyjamas and climbed on the bed, allowing Draco to cuddle at his side and holding him close. The blond grabbed Harry’s sleeping shirt like a lifeline and rested his head over Harry’s shoulder, thanking him for staying. The Gryffindor kissed the blond head, and quietly said the word for the light to diminish again. He traced soft circles on the boy’s back until he felt the Slytherin fall asleep, and followed shortly after.

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