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Awakening To the Dream	By : ChimaeraChan Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 45317 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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- 67-CH67 *New 6/6/2015*
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Warnings for gratuitous cuddling. Bwahahahahaaa… ha… yeah. ^____^ No promises but you ~might~ get another chapter later today. I’m so caught up with this comic thingy but I can only do it while at home which is killing my time. I need to find a way to drag my PC to work so I can get this toning done. =_= Also working on a cute little short H/D story I’m debating on posting in pieces or waiting until I finish it.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

CH30

Light had reached the curtains surrounding his bed, a dull glow warming his protruding foot. He had picked this room because it had been the only bedroom with windows where sunlight actually shone through. All the others either had curtains that had been spelled shut or the windowpanes had been permanently tinted. At least it hadn’t taken long to fix up. It seemed someone had been sleeping there fairly recently, probably Sirius or his furry lover.
He had thrown a spare blanket over the portrait of Phineas Nigellus when he found he couldn’t remove the painting. At the moment the portrait seemed content to give him some peace but he couldn’t count on how long it would last. All he wanted was some time to think but his mind wouldn’t clear long enough for rational thought. It kept switching between the odd destiny that was looming, the possibility of being exiled from civilized society and, or, used as a tool of power, the fact that he couldn’t get the bloody collar off that was crippling his power and options, his first task… and of course, the do-gooder asleep in his closet with those damn eyes that’s memory seemed to have been burned into his very soul.
Night had come and gone twice since he’d had that awkward conversation with Potter. He probably should eat what Ricket had left him but he hadn’t been hungry nor had he been able to sleep no matter how long he stared up at the ceiling hoping for unconsciousness to take away his mindless wanderings. How had Potter gotten through the wards? Only the Black family could naturally get through and he had made sure to lock out Bellatrix the instant he had gotten there. The wards hadn’t even shown signs of being tampered with. The boy was like a damn ghost… And why had his presence sent his stomach flipping back there? There had been a new energy to him, a power that had called to him in a way he couldn’t explain. It was there, nevertheless; even now, after all this time, echoing over his skin until the hairs on his arm were standing on end.
He shivered and the door creaked. Looking up, he was only half surprised to find he wasn’t alone. …More a shadow than a ghost really. A very hot shadow covered in blood and not much else. Potter’s exritus had definitely agreed with the brunette in more ways than one. “You should be resting. It’s too early for you to be walking around.”
“You never came.”
Draco blinked, eyeing the boy inquisitively. “I had some stuff on my mind. I didn’t think you’d notice… Everything all right?” He asked, sitting up.
Harry shook his head blankly, his eyes not focusing on anything. Draco got up at that and approached the boy cautiously. He had hidden anything that would have revealed him as beyond human, meaning Potter had transformed fully. Of course Potter would have a full transformation; he was too annoying not to. The boy may have a chance at Hogwarts after all, as long as no one knew otherwise. But right now he really needed to lie down before he harmed himself. “What is it?”
“You… you never came.” Harry swayed, his green eyes glazed and unfocused. “You said…”
“I know, Potter. I was busy worrying about how long I had to live, okay?” Draco muttered and led the boy slowly to the bed. He would have thought the Gryffindor would have been happy without Draco there to pester him. “Hell, you got tall.” He looked up; his eyes were level with Harry’s nose. “Bastard.”
“…Sorry.” Harry mumbled, falling like a dead weight onto the mattress. “S’tired…” He told the pillow Draco wedged under his head.
“I imagine you should be. Your body just went from puny human to tall ass Fae in a matter of days; it’s a bit of a strain.” He pulled the blankets up; the blood all over Harry was dry at this point anyways. “Did you need anything? Water maybe?”
“No… just—don’t leave.” Harry asked softly.
Draco sighed, staring at the hand that had grabbed his. “You smell like blood and I’m not particularly fond of it… I suppose I can stay until you fall asleep. I’ll have to make up another room at this point.”
Harry’s grip turned more persistent even as his eyes fell shut, heavy with sleep. “Please. Don’t leave me alone.”
His hand felt peculiar, tingly even, and Draco did everything he could to pull away as quickly as possible. “Don’t get your knickers in a twist. I said yes, didn’t I?” He walked around the bed and sat on his side with a plop. “Besides, I thought you wanted to be alone? House elves bugging you and all that rubbish.”
“Mmm, you’re okay though. …You’re not afraid.”
Draco snorted at the sleepy boys words. “Potter, you’re probably the most morally uptight person ever. I’d have to be a fool to be afraid of you… or a very bad person. I’ve dabbled in the latter but I sure as hell am not a fool… oh, shut up and sleep already.” He grumbled when Harry tried to protest Draco’s non-foolish qualities.
“Promise… promise you won’t leave… everyone always leaves me…” Harry sighed, turning his head toward the Slytherin although his eyes remained closed. “Give me your word.”
“Don’t be daft.” He said, rolling his eyes. “The second you start snoring I’m off and you bloody well know it…” He started when a sudden blur of hair and limbs dumped into his lap. “What the—!”
Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s slender waist and burrowed his face into his stomach. “Please, Malfoy. Keep me safe… just for a bit…”
“Potter, get off…” He tugged at the dark hair with no results. “Fine— fine! Just quit wiggling.” He gasped, willing his heart to stop racing. Honestly, what the hell was wrong with him? It was Harry fucking Potter, damn it! “I said I’d stay. You can move now… Potter? Potter! …You’ve got to be kidding me.” Potter didn’t snore, he just kind of faded off, stilling almost completely and fully relaxed in sleep.
…Bloody Gryffindors.

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“Hrmmph.”
Draco stirred, slitting an unfocused eye open.
“When you are through… consorting, the Headmaster would like you to send Potter on his way.” A voice drawled from above.
Draco frowned, hearing a low mutter coming from beside him. He looked to his right to find Potter burrowing his head into a pillow. He turned back to the sneering portrait… no— the bugger was leering. Draco scrunched his face and tried to sit up but Harry’s arm still clinging to his waist wouldn’t give. He fell back and contented himself with glaring up at the annoying picture. “Who removed your covering?”
“I was able to persuade that heinous house elf to do it. That was very crude of you, coming into my house and covering me up like a, a, a-a-AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!”
Draco watched with dim interest as Harry gave a great groan and threw himself at the portrait. “I’m afraid Potter isn’t ready to leave yet; he still needs his rest.” He mumbled through a yawn while sitting up. “Ricket.”
The elf popped in immediately, purposely looking away from the gory scene of torn canvas. “Seal off these rooms from all outside interference. No one gets in including yourself unless one of us calls, understood?” Draco commanded sleepily. He looked back at the picture once the screams had stopped and threw the blanket back over the now empty, tattered frame. Served the bugger right. “Oh, Ricket, bring me something to eat as well. Did you get that thing I asked for last—Potter!” He growled and tugged at the arms that had suddenly pinned him once again. “I have been as patient as possible with you, you bloody oaf. Get off!”
“…Don’t go.” Harry whimpered.
“Come on, Potter. I gotta piss.” Draco was not beyond pleading at this point. He had been stuck there for over twelve hours and he really needed to go. He sighed in relief when Harry’s arms loosened reluctantly and he was able to squirm out.
“You’ll come back?” A troubled green eye peeked out from beneath the mass of blankets and tousled hair.
Draco grunted noncommittally and stumbled towards the adjoining bathroom. “Ricket, just leave it with the food when you can.” He told the house elf and locked himself in the bathroom. The twins’ constant company must have rubbed off on him. He found sleeping alone far more difficult then he wanted to think about. It had to be the extra warmth; his new form seemed to love the heat and Potter was radiating it like mad.
Bastard.
After relieving himself and feeling considerably lighter, he walked drowsily back into the bedroom with a damp washcloth in hand. “No—hands off.” He grumbled, slapping Harry’s sleepy attempts to pull him onto the bed. He had thought the twins were bad with their grabby hands. “I’m not your damn security blanket, Potter. Back off.” He nudged the Gryffindor over and plopped the washcloth on Harry’s confused face. “Here; you’re a bloody mess.” He went over to the desk where Ricket had set up a nice breakfast. The desense salve was there as well.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” He asked, spinning the salve around by its cover. “…Potter?”
“Mmm?”
Draco sighed and walked back to the bed, plucking the washcloth from Harry’s face. “You asleep?”
“…Maybe.” Harry mumbled.
“Honestly, Potter.” The blood had indeed dried and was in no hurry to leave, but Draco did his best to clean it off without inadvertently scrubbing Harry’s face raw. “That’s the best you’re getting for now. You’ll have to do the rest yourself when you’re all settled. Come on; turn over. I’ve got something for you.”
Harry snickered, his eyes closed. “Perv.”
“Bloody…” Draco smacked him with the washcloth and pushed the boy over. “It’s for your pain, prat. Go back to sleep before you kill yourself during your recovery phase.” He unscrewed the cover and used the washcloth to dab it on Harry’s back. He was in no rush to go touching all that blood, dry or not. He hadn’t been exactly truthful with Potter on that subject. He was uncomfortably fond of blood ever since his exritus, which had a lot to do with his Scion Dragon ancestry. Even now, with it dry, he was fighting the urge to lick it up. “How’s that feel? Better I’m sure.”
“S’good…” Harry mumbled, his whole body going limp as all pain left him. “…my hero…”
“Delusional as a loon too, as expected.” Draco sighed. “Go to sleep already. You’re only putting strain on yourself.” Once Harry’s breath had evened out, Draco put the salve away and sat down to eat and maybe think if his brain didn’t rebel in the process.
It seemed he would have to get back into Hogwarts; he needed access to their library so he could get some vital information for his first task. Grimmauld’s library had been wiped out ages ago, split up between the relatives when the elders had died. As daft as it sounded, he just wanted to be a student again and go play quidditch and hassle kids with Vince and Greg. He wanted some damn normalcy after all the craziness that had been going on. But the whole wizarding world knew he was a Soul Vigil candidate, at the very least, and the Ministry had never been lenient to people that had powers that couldn’t be controlled by the Aurors.
He could always… no. He shuddered at the thought. Veela powers would not be involved in this. He should try to pass as human, meaning he would have to get his eyes under control. After all that practice he had nearly slipped twice with Potter. The huge stress at the time couldn’t be an excuse when in a castle filled with volatile situations. As annoying as the collar was it did mask a lot of his powers, so he’d let it stay for now even if it left him vulnerable… not that he had much of a choice. Voldemort had been very thorough with his research. He must have had the collar ready before he had even had his exritus.
Harry gave a soft sigh in his sleep, drawing his attention. Did Voldemort know about Potter too? Was he prepared like he had been for him; was a collar being forged even as he slept?
…Shit. Inadvertent or not, Potter had saved his life and Draco always repaid his debts. At the moment they were both on the same side since Voldemort wanted them both dead and soon. He didn’t have any qualms like with the twins; Potter was already in danger and Draco’s presence couldn’t increase that… unless Potter got tangled up with that army lot that may eventually target him. If that happened he could always take off before trouble started, the same with Hogwarts too… it felt strange not having a safe place anymore. Not having a home to go back to. It left him feeling small and lost; even more so then when he had been sealed.
His mother had been there. He had woken to the scent of roses she used for shampoo and had seen the key she had left with Potter. She should have stayed in her condition; it wouldn’t be long before she wouldn’t even be able to cast her magic. The baby would be here in only four more months…
His father was probably already dead. Lucius would’ve be forced to bear the brunt of Draco’s betrayal since Narcissa held too much power in her to waste. He had told himself he was prepared for the worst. But as the mind numbing realization that, while he had been worrying about his future, his father’s had been cut down by Voldemort, he knew he had only been fooling himself. He had made his decision and he couldn’t change it even now because it wasn’t just about him and his family anymore. Deep inside he didn’t care. He’d condemn the world to fall if it could only save his family.
Wiping his eyes, he resisted the urge to curl up beside Potter like he would have with the twins. No one was there to hold him anymore and the ones that used to were probably being tortured or dead right now. He had gotten too used to clinging to others; it was a weakness… but it didn’t stop him from wanting it anyways. How long would it take for Voldemort to get him? The wards couldn’t last forever and he had no power to resist while this collar was on him. He had almost died… worse than that. Macnair’s sickening touch still lingered in some dark part of his mind, stirring to the surface at the worst times. Cold dread clutched his heart and with a squelching of his pride he slipped over to the bed.
Potter was asleep, his now clean face shining golden against the edges of scarlet blood that had brightened from the water. There was something familiar about him, as if the new energy that had burst out of Potter had some sort of connection to him. It was confusing, but it comforted him when he crawled back onto the bed and sat quietly beside the sleeping boy.
He forced his mind to calm and watched idly as Harry began to inch towards him in his sleep. A few minutes later and his leg was wrapped by Harry’s arms. Gods, it was like the blob but with blood and messy hair. Harry kept inching up until he was resting his head on his stomach, arms wrapped securely around him. He didn’t fight it. Laying his head back on a propped up pillow, he sat and did everything he could not to think about his problems, if just for that day.
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