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Peverell's Children	By : Zakaira Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 27078 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Author’s Note: This chapter was delayed, because of some mess with fanfiction deleting this story for violating their content guidelines. But I censored it and put it back up, so we should be back to regular posting.

            It had been two days since the incident in the bathroom. For two days now the school was abuzz with rumors regarding what had happened to him in that loo, but no one knew anything more than what they did yesterday. Malfoy was still in his hospital bed recovering. Madam Pomfrey could cure anything and everything in two days’ time! Snape had fixed the sectumsempra, why was Malfoy still in bed? Why wasn’t he sitting with the rest of the Slytherins at their stupid bloody table, eating up the attention and claiming that Harry had attack and nearly killed him? Why wasn’t Malfoy making fun of him for cumming on the floor? Harry wanted another chance with him, but at this point, he’d take anything, including Malfoy making fun of him, over this endless waiting for Draco to get out of the hospital wing.

            Well, he had planned on asking Malfoy to meet him in the library before dinner and if Malfoy was still in the hospital wing, then that was where Harry would have to go to meet with him.

            “Harry, do you want to get started on our potions essay?” Hermione asked gently. She and Ron had followed him up to his dorm room after their last class of the day. They knew that he had a lot on his mind and they probably wanted to keep tabs on him or something.

            “No, what I need to do is sneak into the hospital wing and find out what’s wrong with Malfoy.” Harry looked down at the Marauder’s map, having just pulled it out of his bag. “Snape’s in there with him. Why isn’t he better by now?” Harry asked his friends, knowing they didn’t have the answer.

            “He’ll be out soon, you just need to have patience,” Hermione replied.

            “Screw patience, I’m gonna use my cloak,” Harry replied, taking his books out of his bag and leaving them on his bed, before putting his backpack on.

            Harry ran down the stairs and out the portrait hole. He slipped into a side corridor, pulled his invisibility cloak out of his backpack, and put it on. He checked his map again, noting that Snape was still in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey and Draco Malfoy. He put the map back in his pocket and pulled the hood over his face, before taking off at a run for the hospital wing. The door was open, so Harry was able to silently sneak in.

            Harry found Malfoy in a bed against the far wall of the hospital wing. The curtains were draped around one side of the bed, but were open on the closer side, where Snape stood talking to Malfoy. He looked slightly exasperated with his student. “Mr. Malfoy, I’m not going to wait here all day. You should have been healed and up off that bed two nights ago. I repaired all the damage from Potter’s curse and Madam Pomfrey says that she can find nothing else wrong with you. Now get up and if you fall again, like you did yesterday and the day before, I’ll be right here to catch you. Have I ever let you fall on your face?”

            “No, but it still hurt, sir,” Draco replied softly, but he still moved closer to the edge of the bed he was sitting on, looking like he was contemplating getting up.

            “I don’t know why. Sectumsempra has never had these side-effects before…although it hasn’t been tried out on very many people who have lived,” Snape replied in his slow monotone voice.

            “Maybe you could just give me a few more days to recover, before making me try again, sir,” Draco said hopefully.

            “You’ve already missed two days of classes. Just do it and get it over with already Mr. Malfoy,” Snape replied, holding his arms out in the perfect position to catch Malfoy, should he fall.

            “Fine,” Draco replied. He took a large gulp of air before putting his feet down on the floor and falling out of bed screaming. It happened so fast that it looked to Harry like Malfoy might have never have planned on standing. There should have been a moment where he balanced on his feet before collapsing, but Malfoy just went straight to collapsing, like he didn’t even have feet. Malfoy always did like attention.

            ‘You’ve no right thinking bad of him like that, not after what you’ve done,’ Potter told himself.

            Snape caught Malfoy before he could reach the ground and put him back into the bed. Malfoy screamed like he was in a lot of pain a few more times and in-between he tried to stifle his sobs. ‘There’s no one here, but Professor Snape, for Malfoy to be putting on a show for. His pain must be real,’ Harry thought.

            “Drink this,” Snape said, handing Malfoy a potion vial from the inside pocket of his robe. “It’s a pain potion.”

            Malfoy was crying softly now, but he took the potion and drank it, before handing Snape back the empty vial.

            “I’m going to talk to Madam Pomfrey. Get some rest Mr. Malfoy and we’ll try this again tomorrow,” Snape said.

            Malfoy nodded and laid back down on his bed, while Snape pulled the curtains mostly closed around the bed and left. Harry stepped out of the way for Snape to pass and then watched as Snape disappeared into Madam Pomfrey’s office. Harry was about to leave to give Malfoy some privacy, but he heard Malfoy crying and just couldn’t turn his back on him when he was in pain. Harry still didn’t know what was wrong with him and he really wanted to know.

            Harry slowly crept inside Malfoy’s curtains. There was a chair facing the bed on the right side of the nightstand and Harry decided to sit on it. Malfoy was lying on his bed, with his back turned to Harry, crying quietly. Harry sat and watched.

            Draco wasn’t in pain anymore, which was the only reason he had agreed to try for Professor Snape: his arse still hurt and letting himself fall off the bed was the only way he was going to get another pain potion out of his head of house. Snape wouldn’t give him one just because he said he was in pain; not two days after he should’ve been cured. He knew that he wouldn’t be able to stand and would end up falling. He wasn’t able to stand yesterday or the day before when they had made him try. His arse felt like it was being ripped apart all over again whenever he tried to stand. Moving about and sitting up were bad, but standing was absolutely torture. Falling was embarrassing, but it wasn’t as humiliating as telling someone about what Potter had done to him.

            The worst part about it was that Draco had let Potter do it to him. He had let Potter kiss him and touch him, even letting him take his clothes off, for nothing more than the implied promise of a wank. He hadn’t been thinking. If he had thought about it he never would have agreed to any sexual activity with Potter. Potter was a good looking wizard, but he was still the boy-who-lived. He was the boy who refused his hand in first year and refused his friendship. He wasn’t about to risk his life and the lives of his parents for a wank with a boy who wasn’t even his friend; a boy who hated him!

            But Draco had not thought about it and in the heat of the moment, a wank from a hot wizard didn’t seem so bad. If it had been just a wank, he probably could’ve forced it out of his mind and continued with what he had to do and pretend that he hated Potter’s cute arse. He could’ve laid low through the rest of the war, found a nice pureblood to marry, and had a Malfoy heir, just like his father expected of him. He could’ve mended that bloody cabinet, killed Dumbledore, and saved his mother, just like he expected of himself. But now it seemed that he wasn’t going to be able to do any of that, because he couldn’t even get out of bed. His mother was as good as dead and no pureblood wizard would want him now that his virginity was gone; stolen from him by the blasted boy who lived!

            Harry watched Malfoy cry and waited. After ten minutes he saw, through the slit in the bed curtains, Snape leave the hospital wing. Harry decided then that it was time to show himself. He removed his invisibility cloak and stashed it in his backpack, which he took off and placed on the ground beside the chair.

            Draco heard movement by his bed, turned his head, and saw Potter. “What’re you doing here?” he asked with a sneer, turning around quickly to face his enemy and letting out a screech of pain. He wanted to reach for his wand, but it was in the bedside table, just out of his reach. Instead he gasped in pain from the movement of turning to face Potter and knew he needed a minute before he could go after his wand. ‘Stupid blasted pain potion hasn’t kicked in all the way.’

            “Merlin’s Beard! Is, is that blood?” Harry asked, pointing to the blood stain left on the sheet from where Malfoy had just been. There hadn’t been a stain there when Snape was trying to get him to walk, had there?

            “What’s it to you?” Draco replied snippily. The last thing he needed what bloody Potter in here sticking his nose into Draco’s business.

            “You shouldn’t be bleeding still. Snape said he fixed the Sectumsempra and Madam Pomfrey said you were alright!” Harry exclaimed, concerned he had caused Malfoy lasting damage.

            “It’s not from the curse,” Draco replied tartly. He wanted his wand. He wanted to curse Potter’s bits off so that Potter would never be able to do this to him again. He wanted Potter to hurt as much as he was hurting.

            Harry took a minute to figure out what Malfoy was implying, and then he took another few minutes to sit in stunned silence that he had hurt Malfoy that bad when they had sex. Surely that was something Madam Pomfrey should’ve fixed by now. “Can’t Madam Pomfrey fix it?” he finally asked, dreading the answer.

            “I didn’t tell her,” Draco answered.

            “Why not?” Harry asked, getting up to fetch Madam Pomfrey to fix Malfoy’s arse. He wasn’t going to stand and watch Malfoy in pain.

            “Stop!” Draco hissed. “Where’re you going?”

            “To get Madam Pomfrey,” Harry replied.

            “No. If you tell her I’ll hex your ballocks off!” Draco whispered loudly.

            “You don’t want her to fix you? You want to stay there, bleeding and in pain for Merlin knows how long?” Harry asked.

            “Yes.”

            “Why?” Harry sounded exasperated.

            “I don’t want anyone to know that you r- rrr-ray--- me,” Draco said, unable to make himself say the word.

            Harry couldn’t figure out what word Malfoy was struggling with, but he got enough of the rest of the sentence to figure out what his problem was. “You don’t want her to know you had sex with a halfblood, is that it? You’re so ashamed of me that you’re willing to sit here in pain, bleeding all over yourself? Tell me, why didn’t Snape notice the blood?”

            “I did a scourgify before he came in here. If I could reach my wand, I’d scourgify it again. And yes, I am ashamed that I let you. I should’ve known you would do that and I should’ve stopped you before you did, but I was too naive to know what you were planning. Are you happy now?” Draco asked angrily, trying to keep his tears at bay.

            “You didn’t know?” Harry asked confused.

            “No. How was I supposed to know?” Draco asked indignantly.

            “I asked you if it was okay,” Harry replied.

            “I thought you were asking to wank me. Of course that wasn’t okay!”

            “You thought I was just going to wank you?” Harry asked, realization setting in. He didn’t know all the details regarding gay sex; he only knew he was supposed to do it in the arse because of a muggle television program he had seen. In hind sight, wanking Malfoy would have been a smaller step to take than all out sex.

            Draco said nothing, but nodded, looking down at his hands in his lap. He was somewhat scared to be in the same room with Potter, but Madam Pomfrey was within hearing range and surely she would stop him if he tried again. Draco didn’t want anyone to know what Potter had done to him, but part of him also wanted everyone to know just what kind of sick fuck Potter was. If Pomfrey caught Potter in the act, then Draco wouldn’t ever have to say it out loud and Potter would still get punished.

            “So you’re not upset that it was me, because I’m a halfblood, just that it was sex?” Harry asked, feeling worse about the situation. Not only did he violate Malfoy, but also, Malfoy didn’t seem to care about the whole blood purity thing.

            “Yes, I’m upset it was you! My mother is as good as dead as soon as the Dark Lord finds out about this!” Draco hissed flippantly.

            Harry felt like such an arse thinking that Malfoy was freaking out about blood purity when really he was concerned over his mum’s life. So much had happened since the incident in the loo that he completely forgot that Malfoy’s mum was in danger. Sure he had been concerned at the time, but since that kiss, his first real enjoyable kiss, he hadn’t thought again about how to help Malfoy save his mum.

            “About your mum, I can protect her. Where is she?” Harry asked. Maybe he could make this right by helping Malfoy rescue his mum.

            “With the Dark Lord, my crazy Aunt Bella, and a bunch of other Death Eaters,” Draco replied dejectedly. He was never going to be able to rescue his mother if he was trapped in this hospital bed. Well maybe he could kill Dumbledore from the bed, if he could just lure him in…

            “I’ll take care of Bellatrix too. I owe her one for what she did to Sirius,” Harry replied.

            “They’ll just regroup and kidnap her again. She can’t stay in the Manor all the time. There’s a reason mother never became a Death Eater; besides her kind loving nature, she’s not very good at defensive spells.

            “We have safe houses. I have a house under the fidelius charm. I can hide her,” Harry insisted.

            “You’ve got a house under the fidelius charm?” Draco asked disbelievingly.

            Harry nodded and said, “Dumbledore uses it as headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix, but its mine and I can ask for it back if I need it. Or your mum could just stay there with it as headquarters. There’s plenty of room.”

            “Of course you live in a house under the fidelius charm. You’re the bloody boy who lived, why wouldn’t you?”

            “Actually, most of the time I live with my muggle relatives under some ancient blood magic protection triggered by my mum’s death. But you’re mum won’t want to live with muggles and the fidelius house is also the Ancient and most Noble House of Black. You and your mum are on the family tapestry in the drawing room. I thought maybe she might like it.”

            “You’ve inherited the House of Black, in London?” Draco asked. He used to know where it was. He used to visit there and play in the garden out back while his mother chatted with his great aunt. He couldn’t remember what his aunt’s name was or where the house was, but he still had a stuffed dragon that his aunt had given him for his fifth birthday. It was in his trunk in his dorm.

            “Yes,” Harry replied hesitantly. He didn’t know if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

            “Fine, whatever, mother will probably concede to staying at your house. Just don’t get mother hurt and don’t tell anyone about what you did to me.”

            “I’m sorry. I’ll get Madam Pomfrey to fix it and then I’ll make it up to you,” Harry said, remembering the blood stained sheets. Malfoy was going to let him rescue his mother, so if he could just get him some medical treatment, he would feel a lot better about what he did.

            “You can make it up to me by not telling anyone!” Draco hissed. He still didn’t want anyone to know what had happened, even if Potter wasn’t being a total prat about it. He had thought that Potter would’ve bragged to the whole school by now and everyone would know about his humiliation. But he was sure Potter hadn’t told anyone, because if he had, word would have gotten around to Professor Snape. Professor Snape knew everything and if he knew, then he wouldn’t have come in here earlier trying to get him to walk when his insides still felt like they were ripped to bits.

            “Then you just want to stay here in pain?” Harry asked confused.

            “It doesn’t hurt much anymore, thanks to that pain potion. It won’t hurt again for another six hours and with any luck, I’ll be asleep by then,” Draco replied knowingly.

            “But you’ll still be in pain tomorrow and you can’t walk or go to class.”

            “Well if you want to try to fix this, then do it without telling anyone. Make yourself useful and steal me a couple vials of pain potion.”

            “I can’t do that,” Harry replied.

            “Sure you can. You’ve got your invisibility cloak, haven’t you?” Draco asked.

            “Yeah, but a few pain potions won’t stop the bleeding!”

            “The bleeding stops on its own after a few hours. It only starts back up again when Professor Snape comes and tries to get me out of bed. All that falling…” Draco trailed off.

            “Okay, but you still won’t be able to walk,” Harry protested.

            “It’s already been two days. Give it another couple of days and I’ll be healed the muggle way.”

            “What if I can find a spell or a potion that’ll fix it?” Harry asked, grasping at straws. This was his fault and Draco wasn’t letting him fix it and that was driving him crazy.

            “I don’t trust your wand work and it’ll take too long to brew a potion. Come to think of it, your potions are worse than your wand work, but if you find a potion that’ll fix it that was brewed by either Professor Snape or Madam Pomfrey, I’ll take it.”

            “Great! I’ll just go investigate,” Harry replied happily, getting up to leave.

            “And Potter?” Draco called, stopping him.

            “Yeah?”

            “Don’t tell anyone, and I mean anyone, not even weasel and what’s her name,” Draco said.

            “But they can help me,” Harry pleaded.

            “No, I don’t want them to know. We may be coming to an understanding, but we’re not friends, so I’m not about to trust your friends with my life and my mother’s life.”

            “Okay, I won’t tell,” Harry replied. He waited for Malfoy to nod and then he walked away. He took one last look at Malfoy, before running off to the Gryffindor common room. He couldn’t tell Ron and Hermione exactly what happened, but he could still get their help.



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