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You have no idea how happy it makes me to see 13 responses
from TSS and 5 responses from FFNet in my gmail. For AmethystSiri at
TSS, and anyone else wondering, AFFNet is adultfanfiction dot net. And for anyone else that doesn�t know, TSS is
The Silver Snitch. I�m S. Phantom on
FFNet and AFFNet, and SilverPhantom at TSS.

I don�t remember if I mentioned this or not, but I�m going
by the books and not the movie. And I�m
also rereading the books so I�ll try to update when I read a part that gives me
an idea to tweak a bit.

On with the show?

HPDM

Draco thought it was
fairly funny when he scared Longbottom, that is, until Hagrid came rushing
through the bushes. That in itself was a
bit terrifying for an eleven year old in the middle of the Forbidden Forest
at night. And so now he was stuck with Harry, and he wanted to blame the boy
for why he was in detention. Harry had
supposedly took a dragon up to the astronomy tower but
did he see the dragon? Noooo�

He could have sworn
that Harry and his friends made the story up to get him in trouble, except
Harry and that girl Granger also got in trouble, as did Longbottom. So it wasn�t aimed at him, right?

The blond kept in a
sigh and just followed behind Harry, keeping close to the boarhound with one
hand on his wand. Ahead of him, Harry
had stopped and Draco got close enough to see a dark figure bent over a dead
unicorn. The figured looked up and
Draco�s mind blanked out in fear. The
next thing he knew, he was far from where the unicorn was, the dog running through
the brush ahead of him, with Harry�s scream of pain echoing in his ears.

Draco did what his
panicked eleven year old mind could think of: Follow the dog back to either
Hagrid or the half giant�s house. The
dog had run back to the house with Draco close behind, the boy refusing to
loose the dog. When the dog hid behind
the house, Draco just stopped at the front door, shaking bad enough that he
fell to his knees. Tears began to slowly
track down his cheeks.

�I just ran,� he
whispered to himself. �I ran like a
coward and left him behind!� At those
words, he let the sobs that were working their way up his throat out, glad that
no one was around to hear him.

An hour or so later,
the other four arrived back at Hagrid�s and were a bit surprised to see a
subdued Draco sitting on the front step, his grey eyes dull and vacant. A hand reached down to him and he blinked up
at Harry, seeing him no worse for wear and offering to help him up. Draco�s last words for the rest of that night
were, �I�m sorry, Harry.�

DMHP

When Draco awoke for the third time, he was still in the
infirmary, this time with Harry in his arms, the young man�s head tucked under
Draco�s chin and lying on his stomach.
The fingers of one of Draco�s hand were threaded through the thick black
hair and he could feel the cool metal of Harry�s tiny dragon resting against
his thumb. Draco shifted slightly,
freezing when Harry muttered something, but relaxed when he continued to sleep
on.

Lucius was across the room, talking quietly with Madam
Pomfrey, and Draco frowned. The second
set of memories was still new to him, and he had yet to come across why his
father was no longer working with Voldemort.
With a slight frown, Draco closed his eyes and thought back, his hand
now gently soothing back the messy black locks near his chest.

HPDM

Draco sat at the table
in the family dining room of the Malfoy Manor.
The room was large, but it was tiny compared to the formal dining room
where the Malfoys would entertain guests.
It was his first day back from the second year of Hogwarts and while he
was tired from the travel, he was glad to eat dinner with his parents.

Rumors of what Harry
had done were still running through his head; opening the Chamber of Secrets,
fighting off a large basilisk, and vanquishing Voldemort for the third time Then there was the whole thing about
Professor Quirrell being possessed by Voldemort and Harry destroying him by
touch from the first year.

�Draco? What�s wrong?�

The young Malfoy
blinked and looked up, noticing for the first time that his mother was giving
him a concerned look. He shook his head
and said, �Nothing, mum,� before returning to his dinner. He had only eaten a few bites before he
stopped again. He looked to his
father. �Dad? May I ask you something important?�

Lucius raised a pale
eyebrow to show that he heard his son, proper manners refusing to allow him to
talk with his mouth full.

Draco fiddled with his
fork for a moment, waiting politely for his dad. When his father took a sip of wine from his
goblet, Draco asked, �Why did you start following the Dark Lord?�

The goblet paused on
its way back to the table but made it there safely as Lucius looked at his
son. He studied the young blond for a
few moments before answering, �The Dark Lord was a great leader with great
ideas in the beginning. He had the
ability to gather people and the power to make his ideas come true. But before he� fell, something changed. I�m not sure what happened, but whatever it
was, it was probably the reason why he killed many people that opposed him and
had power that could probably equal his.�

�Do you still follow
him?�

�Yes.�

�Why?�

�That�s a powerful
question, Draco.� When his son didn�t
respond, Lucius continued. �I follow him
for safety.� Draco opened his mouth to
say something, but Lucius held up his hand.
�Not safety from the Ministry, but safety from him.
When he finds out that one of his followers deserted him, he has no
mercy on the person or the person�s family.�
Lucius took a calming breath and said softly, �I follow him to keep you
and your mother safe, Draco.�

DMHP

�Mr Malfoy?�

The young blond blinked his eyes open at the gentle touch on
his hand and he looked up at the medi-witch hovering over him. �I need to check you shoulder,� she said,
nodding toward his injured left shoulder.

Draco looked down where Harry�s head still rested, unwilling
to move from his position or wake up the young wizard. So, with a bit of fumbling, he unbuttoned the
pajama top he wore and pulled it down enough for Madam Pomfrey to check the
bandages. He didn�t watch the medi-witch
remove the bandages, but when they were gone, he did glance down to see the
damage.

He grimace at the long, red scar mark that started at the
end of his shoulder and curved inwards and down to look like a large crescent
moon on his skin, big enough to go half way down his left pectoral muscle. Madam Pomfrey gently prodded it with gloved
fingers and Draco held back a wince. His
shoulder wasn�t bleeding, but his arm was sore from the damage. After a few more minutes of being prodded and
asked he was feeling, a bit of salve was applied to the healing wound to help
with the soreness and the top was pulled back up to cover his shoulder.

Madam Pomfrey then moved over to Harry�s side of the bed to
wake him up, but emerald green eyes were blinking slowly, still slightly glazed
from sleep. Harry carefully pushed
himself up with his right arm and let the older witch direct him to face her so
that she could check his bandages.

Harry pulled off his tee shirt and let Madam Pomfrey remove
the bandages and Draco could only stare at Harry�s nicely muscled back. When he realized what he was doing, he looked
away with a blush and he could hear Harry chuckle softly, one green eye
watching him from an angle. Draco
crossed his arms and looked away, the perfect image of Malfoy haughtiness, and
Harry just smirked at him, only to wince at one of Madam Pomfrey�s prods.

After receiving the same treatment as Draco, Harry carefully
pulled on his shirt and looked expectantly at the older witch. The witch just looked back before saying,
�You both are fit enough to leave. Don�t
do anything strenuous with your left arm, though.�

At this, Draco got off the bed and began to shed the
infirmary issued pajamas and change into the clothes left for him on the
table. He just pulled on his trousers
when a soft touch on his shoulder stopped him and he turned to look at
Harry. Once again, the emerald eyes were
behind glasses, and those eyes flickered to the scar on Draco�s shoulder.

�I�m sorry about that,� Harry murmured, lightly touching it.

�I�m not,� Draco replied, carefully pulling on a dark green
top and buttoning it up. When he was
done, Harry leaned forward and gave him a soft, chaste kiss on the lips that
only lingered for a second. Draco was
slightly dazed at this, and he looked up at Harry. �What was that for?�

Harry shrugged. �I
felt like it.� He smiled and Draco felt
himself respond with the same type of soft smile. Harry grabbed his hand and laced his fingers
with Draco�s, pulling him towards the exit.
�C�mon. It�s a nice day outside
and we can have the entire area to ourselves!�

HPDM

How was that? Enough
to satisfy for now? I shall write more
when I can and all that jazz!
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