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Where’s My Dragon?	By : ZooArmy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 49568 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Where’s My Dragon? | Part Two | The First Encounter – Calm down, Draco!

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If he
hadn’t had the love of his friends and the care of Madame Pomfrey
and of course the curative potions, Harry would have needed to stay for at least
a month in bed, under monitoring in the infirmary.

Now he
could leave the aseptic looking room after ten days, although it would have
gone faster, if the longing for Draco Malfoy hadn’t curbed his mood and
therefore his healing process.

Madame Pomfrey wound up the thick bandage of Harry’s head. The
broken ribs were already okay again. She scrutinised his head carefully and
gave a short nod to give her okay.

Harry stood
up and left the infirmary with his two best friends. All ten days long he had
hoped for Draco to show up and mother him badly, but no Draco was seen and
Harry had cried every night; feeling so lonely.

He had
forced Ron and Hermione not to tell anyone of anything. He could remember, at
least he thought so, that he and Draco had decided to keep their love a secret,
and if Herm or Ron ran to Dumbledore and told their stupid story, everyone
would know about their relationship.

“Harry,” they were on their way to dinner and
the boy-who-lived had felt all the way that something was wrong “eurm, well, because of your fight in Potions with Mal-
Draco, Snape had announced detention for you, the night you left the hospital
wing.”

‘That’s all’ he thought and
shrugged.

“Okay, what time? Also I can’t remember a
fight, but arguing with Snape is useless.”

Ron and
Hermione exchanged a nervous look. Ron had used the last ten days to get used
to the situation at hand, that is – Harry loves Malferret. He knew it was because of the potion, but
accepting the facts was hard nevertheless. He arranged with it for the sake of
Hermione and Harry.

Harry
recognised their behaviour and gruffed: “What’s
wrong? Why have you become so silent?”

Hermione
coughed awkwardly.

“You know… Snape just punished you – took
points and gave you detention…”

“Yeah!?!”

“Well… some Gryffindors
went to Dumbledore and complained about the unfair treatment of Snape.”

“Yeah!?!”

“And Dumbledore gave detention to Draco, too. –
He has detention with you tonight.”

Harry’s
mood lighted up crazily. A broad smile appeared on his face.

“I have detention with my dragon? I really get
to see him and have some time with him?”

He was
almost squealing and gave nothing to Hermione’s shaking head. She sighed.

“Harry, he will not be happy. I told you that
your feelings are influenced by the Potion.”

“And I told you, that I can’t believe such
story. I love him and he loves me.”

“Harry, you…”

“When do I have to attend?”

His voice
was cold and sounded annoyed. The Trio reached the Great Hall. In silence they
walked to their table and sat down. The first thing Harry did, before even
considering food, was looking for ‘his’ tall, blond Slytherin. He wasn’t at his
table. Again he asked when he needed to attend detention and again Hermione
tried to stop his happiness.

“Herm, listen! Just gimme
the time and then no more comments, please.”

Hermione
looked taken aback. Harry’s harsh tone had shocked her and she forgot what she
wanted to say. Ron stood up and put a warning hand on Harry’s shoulder, but the
girl shook her head.

“No Ron, it’s okay. – You have to be in Potions
classroom at eight pm, Harry.”

Harry
looked at is watch, 7:15, and stood up quickly.

“I have to go up, take a quick shower and
change my clothes. You don’t need to wait for me tonight. Bye.”

And the
Golden Boy was gone. Ron turned towards Hermione and put his hand on hers.

“He had no right to bark at you. Why didn’t you
say something?”

Hermione
sighed and let her shoulders drop.

“It’s not his fault, it’s the potion’s. He can’t help it. – How do you think he will feel
tonight after detention, when he comes back in the tower?”

The red
head caressed gently over Hermione’s hand and she smiled at him. His other hand
rubbed his forehead in qualms.

“How long will it take until the potion wears
off? And we will wait for him tonight, won’t we?”

“I think it’s the best. – I read so many books
in the last ten days about the ‘Accendo Sponte’ but I can’t answer it. I really can’t.”

Ron took
her in his arms. He knew it was nagging at Hermione that she had no answer. He
whispered a soft “We just need to wait.” against her temple and let go of her.
Dinner tonight wasn’t that appealing anymore and they left for the tower.

HD|DH

He walked
into the Potions classroom in a bad mood. It was all Potter’s fault in his
eyes. Just because he was the Golden Boy, Severus needed to give him detention,
too. Now he was sitting in the classroom, like he had nothing done and starred
into empty air.

Draco went
to a table behind Harry’s and glared at his back. The sound of the chair,
screeching over the floor, startled Harry and he turned around. When he saw
Draco, his eyes lit up.

“Dragon.” He whispered and stood up with a
nice little smirk on his face.

Draco
watched him with a raised eyebrow and followed every one of his steps, when
Potter walked around the table.

“Potter, sit down!”

Snape
stormed into the room and reached the front in long strides. Harry turned
around again and walked back to his seat.

“Potter! I said sit not walk.”

“Yes, sir.”

He pulled
out the chair next to Draco and sat down with a happy facial expression.

“Hand me your wands. You won’t need them
tonight. Potter, you’ll scrub the cauldrons. Mr Malfoy, you’ll sort and
replenish my ingredients storage. At midnight I’ll hand your wands back. I’ll
be in my bureau, so don’t pull anything.”

Snape’s
eyes lingered on Potter at the last comment. He turned around and vanished in
his bureau.

Draco put
his forearms on the table and rested his forehead on the same, mumbling all the
time “Potter’s fault, Potter’s fault…”

Harry
skimmed his eyes over the blonde’s form, god had he missed him. His green orbs
rested on the pale, slim back of the neck and the soft floccus of silver blond
hair. He bent forward and placed one gentle kiss on the back of Draco’s neck.

The
Slytherin tensed visible and sat upright in an instant, looking at a sweetly
smiling Golden Boy with an indescribable look.

“Potter, what the hell di-“

The rest of
the sentence was cut off from Harry’s lips, crushing on his own almost
desperately. He felt the arms of the Gryffindor snaking around his neck and
pulling him closer into the kiss. His mind was a blur and he responded.

Harry bit
down on his lower lip and he sighed into the kiss, making the dark haired boy
grin somewhat. Harry left Draco’s mouth, not missing the soft growl, and kissed
a path up to Draco’s ear. His tongue darted out and licked slowly on the
outline. He blew softly over the wet shell and whispered lovingly.

“I missed you so much my dragon.”

Something
switched inside Malfoy. His eyes shot open and he put his hands on Harry’s
chest, pushing him away harshly.

“Potter, what the fuck? Are you bloody fucking insane?
Don’t do that ever again or I’ll hex your balls off.”

The
Slytherin jumped up and went over to the storage. He turned around and saw
Potter’s confused puppy look. He wondered why he wasn’t furious, why he wasn’t
punching Potter’s face for kissing him? But he was
rather calm and it scared him.

“Why did you do that, Potter?” he asked, still
the distance of the classroom between both.

Harry stood
up and came closer to Draco, who was watching him intently.

“Stay where you are!”

“But Draco…”

“Stay where you are and answer my question. And
why do you call me Draco? We are not friends.”

Harry
stopped in the middle of the classroom and watched Draco. He couldn’t
understand the blonde’s behaviour. Hermione couldn’t be right, that wouldn’t be
fair.

“Potter! Why did you do that?”

Harry
tilted his head slightly and his voice was matter-of-factly, but with a tinge
of sadness.

“Because you were angry and upset and you like
to be kissed there at your neck, it helps you to relax. And the kiss…I missed
you so much…Why didn’t you visit me?”

Draco
stared at Boy wonder, like he was watching some kind of freak-show and realised
that he was in one and the same room with the freak. He made a step back and
didn’t let Potter out of his view.

“Oookay Potter, you
are finally admitting you went around the bend or your head took more damage
from the cauldron than I thought.”

“Draco, don’t you…”

“Just – just shut up. Don’t call me ‘Draco’ any
more. You have no right to do so. Listen, you’ll scrub the cauldrons now, I
take care of the ingredients and at midnight we will leave like nothing had
happened. Okay?”

“Draco…”

“GO! Scrub the fucking cauldrons! And don’t
dare come any closer!”

The
Slytherin turned around to the stock, but didn’t miss the tears forming in
Potter’s eyes.

‘I don’t care. I don’t care. He’s my school
enemy! No one ever is supposed to know what happened tonight. – But how does he
know about that spot at the back of my neck? – And he’s hell of a good kisser.
– I don’t care. I don’t care. He’s Potter. My school enemy.’

Harry wiped
the tears away and tried to call Draco again, but the blonde didn’t react
anymore. He turned away and kneeled next to the dirty cauldrons, grabbing the
first one.

‘What have I done wrong? What? Draco, please
don’t leave me, baby.’

He tried to
stifle a sob, but failed. It echoed in the cauldron, he was busy with, and
reached the Slytherin Prince’s ear, who was still trying to forget the earlier
kiss.

At 12pm
sharp Snape walked in, handed their wands and both left the room – Draco in a
usual pace, Harry ran to get out of the painful situation quickly.
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