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A story of a lamb and a lion	By : Drarry-Lisa Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1192 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Draconisa
- 2-Day-1
- 3-Day-2
- 4-Day-3
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- 3
- 4
Chapter-3
Day-2
Draconisa sighs in relief. She has finally fixed the wood. She wipes the sweat off her forehead. At the end, the spells hadn't worked. She had done most it with the help of a plier, saw, drill and some nails. She is so exhausted that she can sleep for an entire day which she can not afford although now she can afford a few hours atleast. She has excused herself from the first three classes today. So she still has two hours.
She backs off and looks at the cabinet. The wood looks as good as new. It's clean and polished and she is proud of herself. The spells that she needs to cast on it are complex and she must not be tired while casting. They could very easily backfire on her.
She yawns loudly and stretches her hands on either side of her body. She rolls her stiff shoulders and sighs yet again before finally turning around to leave the room. Crabbe and Goyle follow her and she catches a whiff of Potter's cologne. She can imagine him shuffling towards the blank wall and pacing in front of it. The room doesn't work that way. He has to know what he needs which he doesn't.
She smiles to herself and walks gracefully towards her room. Crabbe and Goyle stay silent for most of the walk.
"Can we go Draco?" Crabbe asks her when they have reached the common room.
"Yes." She replies and suddenly her mark flares. Bloody hell, it hurts and she wraps a trembling hand around her forearm before closing her eyes in pain.
"Hey, look at her-"
"It must be her mark-"
"Oh! so she is really a death eater-"
She breathes a couple of times before gritting her teeth and murmuring the password. The door opens and she walks in. Blaise and Pansy are sitting in front of the fireplace. Pansy looks at her, her brown eyes penetrating Draconisa. Draconisa is sure that the woman atleast has a hunch as to what Draconisa is upto. Pansy has always been too intuitive for her own good.
Draconisa is also sure that Pansy won't say a word because she doesn't want the dark lord to know that her paternal grandmother was a seer and had abandoned her grandfather to live in the woods. Her grandfather had married again and everyone had forgotten about the ex-wife.
Draconisa has not breathed a word about it to anyone and Pansy is grateful. She is also worried. She is frozen on the couch, her body leant forwards as she stares at Draconisa.
"Draconisa, are you fine?" Blaise asks her, alarmed.
"Yes." Draconisa replies, her hand around the burning mark. What has bloody happened to make the dark lord so angry? Why can't the death eaters do their work properly? Why do they have to infuriate him so much? She leans against the wall, glad that there is no-one else in the common room right now.
"Is the mark hurting?" Blaise asks her and Draconisa doesn't reply. She drags her legs towards her room.The matkis bleeding and her hand is covered with blood. It's paining so much that Draconisa has to bite her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. She has a private room this year which is good considering the circumstances.
After closing the door behind her, she settles down on the edge of the bed.
A few minutes later, the mark stops burning and she finally removes her hand. Belatedly, she realizes that tears are streaming down her eyes and she is sniffing.
A few seconds later, an owl flies inside through the open windows. It's black and strict looking and drops the letter on Draconisa's lap.
Draconisa,
I want you to have lunch with me today and since I am sure that you skipped breakfast, I would like it if you come immediately. Just come as you are right now. No need to dress up in something special.
Tom Marvolo Riddle
Draconisa sniffs and stares at the name he had addressed himself with. This is the first time she has received a letter from the dark lord. She doesn't understand why the dark lord chose to owl her when he could simply have summoned her through the mark.
Her fingers leave red marks on the letter. she crumples it in her fist and walks out of her room, limping a bit. Her body is trembling from pain. Her face is wet with tears and her eyes are burning. She wants to sleep for an hour or so and she is sure that she will have no time when she comes back.
"Draconisa- merlin- why didn't you heal-" Severus asks her, his voice sharp. Draconisa is sure that her godfather has already healed himself.
"I need to leave. I received an owl from him." She murmurs through her sniffles.
"Owl- from the dark lord- are you delirious? Stop." He commands.
She ignores him and walks towards his fireplace. After throwing the floor powder inside, she floos over.
Her forearm is bleeding so she places her red palm over it. Her blood droplets leave a trail behind her as she walks slowly towards the dark lord's room. He is no-where to be seen. The manor seems empty. Each step she takes is agonizing. The mark is not burning but her body is.
She is biting her lower lip to keep from moaning and when she finally is in front of the dark lord's room, relief courses through her body. She opens the door slowly and enters inside.
The dark lord is not there. The room is empty and the bed is made up. It looks simply heavenly. She sits on the edge of the plush bed, attempting to wait for the dark lord. But he doesn't arrive so she decides to just lie down for a bit.
Her forearm and hand leave red marks on the white sheet but the dark lord won't mind. He is accustomed to seeing blood. She doesn't even realize when her eyes close and she falls asleep.
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When she wakes up, the room seems the same. Except that she is lying more comfortably on her bed and the dark lord is sitting on a chair beside the bed. He has taken the potion and looks like his younger self today. His green eyes are unreadable and dark as he gazes at her. He is not blinking. It seems that he is lost in thoughts because he has not yet noticed that she is awake. Her hands are still red and so is the bed sheet. The dark lord's hands are red too.
"My Lord." She whispers and he blinks before really focusing at her.
He gets up and walks towards the bed before sitting on the edge. Draconisa sits up and leans against the head board.
Their eyes meet and none of them speak for a few moments.
"Did you want the mark?" The dark lord asks her and she knows that she could lie. he won't search her mind and would simply believe her like he always does.
She doesn't lie though. She shakes her head and looks into his eyes. Maybe she won't have told him the truth if he had been his real self. He looks human and his real form intimidates her at times. He looks silently at her. She feels that he is on the verge of apologizing but he doesn't. His lips are pressed tightly and his eyes are conflicted.
"Did it hurt?" He asks.
"Yes." She replies.
"How much?" He asks, staring at her.
"A lot." She replies in a heart beat.
"Does it still hurt?" He asks her and his voice is soft, low. His eyes are lowered. He is looking at the red bedsheet. The mark has dried off now.
"When you get angry or when you summon one of us?" She replies in an equally low voice.
He looks at her after watching the sheet silently for a few seconds.
"I don't know how to remove it. I don't know how to prevent it from reacting to my fury. I don't know how to contain my rage. I never thought that I would need to remove the mark or -" He trails off and they stare at each other.
"It's okay." She whispers, "I am used to it."
"Used to what?" He asks, his eyes incredulous for the very first time.
"Pain." She replies and he falls silent.
"I will heal the wound. Sit a bit closer." He says and she stares in shock as he walks around the room, trying to find something.
"What are you searching for?"
"An antiseptic cream and some cotton." He answers. After searching futilely for a few moments, he growls in frustration, "I can't find it. It has literally been ages since I needed to heal someone."
His rage causes her mark to burn again and a strangled moan slips her mouth. He stills and whirls around to look at her. His eyes burn with an unnamed emotion. They are so full of regret that Draconisa is surprised.
As suddenly as he had gotten angry, he calms down and asks his elves to get cotton, hot water and an antiseptic cream from Severus. He also asks them to call Severus.
"Why not just summon him through the mark?" She asks as he sits beside her. He looks with burning eyes at her before answering in a low voice, "I will never summon anyone that way again."
She falls silent after that and the elf arrives with Severus in tow. Severus looks as surprised as Draconisa feels. He also looks worried. She shakes her head to tell him that the dark lord didn't hurt her in any way, not intentionally at least.
"Please sit down Severus." The dark lord says and sheer shock makes Severus stagger and fall on the chair because the dark lord doesn't request anyone and he never asks people to sit in front of him. People kneel in front of him with bowed heads and he commands them.
"Just tell me how to heal her." The dark lord mutters, his eyes on the red mark. Severus guides the dark lord and leaves after Draconisa is healed. The dark Lord invites her to have lunch with him and they eat quietly.
"I must leave now. I will be missed and I can't afford detention. I still have a lot of work to do." She murmurs and he nods.
She is on the entryway when she hears his soft voice again, "I will use owls now onwards."
When she turns around to look at him, he is already gone and she wonders if she had just imagined everything.
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Harry growls angrily. He simply hates Malfoy. It's not much of a surprise considering the fact that she is no ready to tell him what she is exactly upto and he has a gut feeling that it's really very very important.
Two hours have passed since she left. He had kicked the wall futilely for twenty minutes straight and it had come to nothing. He had gotten a pain in his foot though.
He is waiting in front of Snape's office because Malfoy didn't attend the class today. A few more moments pass before finally the door opens and out comes Malfoy, her forearm bandaged. She walks towards the Arithmancy classroom and he follows her, covered by his cloak. They come across an alcove and Harry finds an opportunity to pull her towards it.
"Ah!" She mumbles and he covers her mouth with his hand. He wraps his other arm around her slim waist. Only when he is sure that she can't outrun him, does he let her off. She swivels around and glares at him with narrowed eyes.
"Where were you? What are you doing inside the room of requirement?" He snarls and she hisses right back, "It's not your business. Stop harassing me at every turn."
He leans towards her and his furious green eyes bore into her silver ones before he murmurs in a determined voice, "One of these days, I am going to kill you."
Draconisa snorts before mocking at him, "I look forward to that day."
He scowls at her but backs off. She is not going to tell anything to him. He is just wasting his time. She prances off, almost dancing as she walks away from him. He follows her at a slower pace. Belatedly, he realizes that he forgot asking her about the wound on her forearm.
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