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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A. N: Helllo everyone! i just wanted you to know that i have caught up to what i already had published. from now on, it will be a monthly update. every month on the 27'th (or thereabouts) you should expect a new chapter!

Heir to the Throne

Chapter 34

Poison

Harry felt rather pleased with all the things he had accomplished as he stepped into Hogwarts through the floo. Glancing over at Dumbledore with dark rimmed, but bright green eyes, wearing only simple muggle makeup which made him appear sickly yet, Draco's work of course—Harry was honestly shocked that he had never realized before how very gay his lover was. Now that he looked back through their school years, it was so obvious he wanted to smack himself for being oblivious.

He smiled at Dumbledore, laying his head on Draco's shoulder as they walked, kissing the man's cheek before shooing him off to class before drifting off to join Dumbledore who was waiting for him, the headmaster smiling as he set his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"You look much better my boy. Are you feeling better?" He asked calmly, studying Harry, his head tilted.

"Yes sir...it was just a nervous breakdown I guess." Harry admitted rubbing the back of his head. "Bill helped me a lot, told me some things. Thanks for letting me go, and live with him for awhile." He added softly, smiling at Dumbledore. "Can I go back for the summer holidays? Seeing as..." He swallowed thickly, closing his eyes. "As my family is dead..."

"There's still time Harry, they might be saved..." Dumbledore started with a worried frown, but Harry could see the wickedness in Dumbledore's eyes.

"There's no hope for them Sir...Voldemort already killed them, and we both know it." Harry stated softly, tears in his voice. "But I'll get him...I'll kill him, then my family and everyone he ever killed can rest in peace...." He added calmly, blinking at Dumbledore. "I'm going to go study Sir...I'm feeling a little dizzy yet." Harry finished the lie softly, Dumbledore nodding as he gently squeezed Harry's shoulder in false sympathy before letting the boy go, feeling smug. He had known kidnapping the little brat's family would pull Harry back on course, now if only he could get rid of Draco, Harry would be the perfect pawn.

Harry was feeling smug himself, it was so easy to manipulate Dumbledore it was almost sad. He chuckled a little to himself, and almost jumped out of his skin when Pansy Parkinson suddenly came out of nowhere, looking utterly furious.

"You took him from me! You...You whore!" She snarled, shoving Harry, sending the boy back a step or two, Harry looking rather shocked. He'd never been called a whore before, he almost started laughing in the furious woman's face, never a good thing to do. "Give him back to me you little slut!" She demanded grabbing his shirt and suddenly the brunette didn't want to laugh anymore.

"Draco is not a thing to be passed around!" He snarled, advancing on Pansy who uttered a short, startled squeal at the dark angry look in Harry's eyes. "You want him because he's pretty, I want him because I love him. And because he loves me. I want him because he's loyal, kind, smart, just a bit of grumpy, mostly snarky, and has an outrageous amount of scathing temper. How much do you even know about Draco? You've known him since you were children, so what do you know about him?! Did you know he mumbles in his sleep? Did you know that he hates anything sour, hates the color white, and despises cats?" He demanded slowly advancing on Pansy who stumbled backwards. The girl determined not to get in striking distance of Harry, not wanting to be hit.

"You don't know shit about Draco, you don't need him like I do. He's the only reason why I haven't killed myself yet, he's there for me no matter what. He protects me just as I protect him. You're nothing to him, and you will always be nothing, so why don't you stop stepping on toes bitch, before you regret it!" Harry demanded pinning the girl to the wall, a hand suddenly on his shoulder, causing him to turn and glare at the person-persons- restraining him. Draco on one side, and Neville on the other.

"Easy Harry, there's no need to beat Pansy up for a silly fantasy." Draco ordered calmly, Harry relaxing under their hands, smiling at Draco. He shifted to lay his head on the blond's chest.

"Sorry Dray..." Harry wasn't sure why he'd lost his temper with the bitch, but he had and now he felt rather guilty about it....for some reason Harry saw Pansy as a threat to his man, and Harry wasn't going to allow anyone to threaten HIS Draco.

"It's fine Harry." Draco promised, turning to glare at Pansy. "My mother and your mother might have been arranging our marriage when were children, but my father canceled it. You need to get over it Pansy, I'm not yours, I never was, and I never will be. Come on Harry, I'm hungry." Draco whined, making Harry smile as he dragged Draco off to get food from the house elves in the kitchen. Harry was all to willing to forget abut Pansy, who was throwing the biggest tantrum in her life, not that onyone was paying any attention to her.

"You were engaged to be married?" Harry asked blinking at Draco, who in turn grimaced.

"Once, when we were ten, my mother and hers started drawing up the marriage contract. It's a horrible pure blood tradition to breed pure bloods together no matter the feelings or compatibility... Or family ties... When father found out, he put an end to it immediately and told mother if she ever went behind his back again, he was going to kick her out of the Malfoy family so fast she'd break her ass on the concrete." He admitted chuckling. "Mother hates my father, because he doesn't follow all pure blood tradition."

"Is that why your mother is having a issue with us dating? Because we won't breed and I'm not a pureblood?" Harry asked as Draco nodded, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

"That's part of it. She also doesn't realize what I am. She can't keep her mouth shut so I never told her, and neither did father." Draco admitted shaking his head. "She thinks she can just demand me to date a woman like a proper pureblood, and I'll do what she tells me to like I did when I was a child. I grew up, and she didn't. In any case, as father is the Head of the Household there's nothing she can do about us dating."

Harry had to be relieved about that, he knew all to well what a mother with a vendetta was capable of. "Good, I'd hate to have her trying to break us apart, not when it could kill you. Not when it could mean I'd lose you in any way." He grumbled a little, kissing the other gently.

"I thought it was sweet, the way you stood up to Pansy for me." Draco admitted smiling. "Do I really talk in my sleep?"

"Sometimes. If I talk really softly, you talk back to me." He admitted chuckling a little. "And you cuss at people who aren't really there when you have bad dreams, it's kind of funny." He added with a small chuckle, nuzzling Draco's neck, feeling affectionate and cuddly, just wanting to stay close to Draco, hold him and touch him. Make sure that Pansy would never get her greedy little bitch hands on him.

"What do you say, I skip classes?" Draco mused smiling. "We can spend all day in your room, just have some quality time..." the Seraphim purred softly, making Harry smirk and nod.

"I love that plan." He purred happily, accepting the food from the elves then dragging Draco off for some...'quality time.'

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He woke, showered and stretched in the morning, feeling sore all over again. Chuckling as Draco mumbled that someone was a jackass, he shook his head a little. Kissing his lover's forehead, sweeping the hair away gently, Harry chuckled as he headed out to get some food. Humming as he strode down the hallway, unaware of furious eyes watching him as he headed down the hall to the kitchen, planning to brow beat the house elves into making him something off the menu, mainly pancakes. American style, with more sugar and sweets than was healthy, pausing when someone else walked into the kitchen as well.

Harry didn't know her name, she was only a first year, but there was something...odd about her. She was staring at Harry with large black eyes, as if she wasn't actually seeing him. For a moment Harry didn't recognize the signs as the little girl pulled out a knife from her back pocket, the shining metal gleaming wet, dripping some strange sort of liquid that was seeping out of the hilt. Dropping to the floor, the liquid sizzled and ate into the concrete, laving heavy pockmarks that made Harry shudder as he suddenly realized what that blank face was...Imperio.

“What are you..." Harry asked, cut off as the girl hissed, swinging the blade at Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived shrieked in pain as the blade sliced into the hand he raised in defense, spreading pain from his palm and straight up his arm. He didn't even have a chance to adjust to the pain, crying in agony, all the elves vanishing to get teachers as the girl struck again. Sinking her blade hard into Harry's ribs, the blade sticking out of his flesh as he felt the blade sink into his lung. Feeling his breathing cut short as the girl blinked, blinking again, and gasped in horror as she realized what she'd done.

She clapped her hands to her mouth and started shaking violently as pain spread from Harry's sides through the entirety of his body. His vision went dark just as teachers flooded the room. Harry slid down the table and collapsed. The ring that Neville had given him cracked against the marble floor with a loud chiming sound. The emerald stone gleamed brightly as Harry's heart began to beat faster and faster, threatening to explode in his chest as the teachers fought to save his life.

Harry hurt when he woke up, he didn't know how much time had passed but he did know his head was killing him. Every breath hurt, and even though his stomach was empty he had a desperate need to want to throw up all over the floor. For a long time he couldn't move, his entire body was too heavy, like his limbs had become cast iron weights instead of his usual limbs, he felt frozen. He seemed paralyzed but after a long moment, again he didn't know how long, he was able to start wiggling his fingers. An intense rush of glee coursed through Harry. He was moving, sure it was only a few fingers, but it wouldn't take long before everything was moving.

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Draco was frantic, pacing back and forth as his heart raced. As if trying to match Harry's racing pulse. Harry had been taken to St. Mungo's for surgery to fix whatever damage had been done, but that had been almost eight hours ago. Even for a muggle surgery that was a long time, for a wizard, it was unheard of. Draco was terrified, and though Neville, Blaise, Luna, the Weasley children, and even Mott was there; he felt no comfort. Only terror that his life mate was going to die. He nearly throttled the doctor when he finally came out, looking tired but pleased, gently setting his hands on Draco's shoulders.

"Mr. Potter will be fine, the ring on his finger saved his life. There was a anti-poison agent in the metal which countered the massive doses of the strange poison that was in his system. The poison made it nearly impossible to heal his wounds so we had to fix him up the muggle way. Which is why it took so long, and we're working on identifying the poison but whatever it is it's very complex. We're calling for the potions master from Hogwarts to come an help us." The doctor promised. "Harry is in a coma, but he will survive until we can get the antidote made." The doctor said, making Draco's lip quiver. "As you are Harry's fiance you will be allowed to stay here at the hospital with him, but for now only Draco will be able to see Harry. He's too weak to handle so many visitors, even if he's unconscious. Until Harry wakes, only Draco will be allowed in the room."

"And how long will it take for Harry to wake up?" Ron demanded, swallowing thickly as he stared at the doctor who hesitated.

"That we can't be sure of until we can find out what he's been poisoned with, we don't even know what we're dealing with." The doctor admitted, grimacing as Draco let out a small keen of despair. "But it shouldn't take Professor Snape long to find the antidote." Draco relaxed as he made the connection to the man's earlier words. It was Snape who was going to be working on finding the cure for Harry, Snape would make everything alright... There was no one better at the art of poisons and potions than his Uncle Sev. He followed the doctor into Harry's room and immediately settled onto the bed next to Harry, wrapping his trembling arms around his unconscious lover in the desperate hopes that contact would bring Harry back.

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It was two weeks before Snape discovered the poison that was used. A very rare, very difficult potion that took four months to make and some of the rarest ingredients. Only someone very skilled, and very rich would have created Devil's Torment. A potion that was designed to make it feel as if one was burning from the inside out, spreading across the body in horrible waves of agony. Until the person's heart exploded in their bodies from the racing pulse and pain, a horrible way to die. The ring Neville had gotten Harry had literally saved the boy's life.

It only took a hour to create the antidote, though even that short of time to make the antidote wouldn't normally help. For Devil's Torment was such a quick death that the person dying normally didn't even have a chance to call for help. Even with the antidote in his system, Harry remained in the coma, his body suffering from the effects of the poison and antidote. Draco was hopeful though, and he was holding the boy's hand when those few fingers began to twitch a week later. Three weeks asleep with a terrified, worried Draco waiting, meant that those fingers twitching sent Draco into a tizzy.

"Harry?!? Harry love, can you hear me?! " No, Harry couldn't. He couldn't feel, couldn't see, couldn't hear, but slowly things were starting to return to him. First the fingers, and then his wrist, then his lips began to move. Desperately trying to ask for help, for someone to save him, and for some water. Just a glass of water, he was so desperately thirsty. He was being fed nutrient potions and hydrating potions constantly so he didn't starve to death or die of dehydration, but there was only so much potions could do, and his mouth and throat were still dry. He didn't know how much time had passed since he'd first started moving, but he finally managed to get his message vocalized.

"W...wa...wa...ter..." His voice was broken, dry and sore, but there. Draco burst into sobs as he carefully fed his lover a glass of water—so glad when Harry swallowed it down eagerly. Harry could blink, but he couldn't see yet, or hear, but he could feel, and move better. He could feel Draco's familiar slender fingers gently massaging his sore, sore body, and his love for the other grew even more. Who knew how long Draco had been at his side? So when he finally blinked, and his vision cleared, he saw his bedraggled lover who looked like he hadn't slept, or showered in weeks. He could only burst into happy sobs.

For three weeks and two days Harry was completely incapacitated. On that day, he regained his voice, and the first thing he did when he could move was pull Draco in for a deep, deep kiss.

"God damn I love you." Harry whispered, his voice husky and sore, but he didn't care. He could talk, he could move, he could hear his lover, and could see him. Most importantly though, thank all the gods, he could FEEL him. The doctors were pleased with Harry's recovery, but of course got annoyed when Harry tried to 'escape' their 'evil' clutches. Not even Harry understood his hatred of hospitals and doctors, but at least Neville and Luna found it entertaining. During the three weeks that Harry had been out, Luna had swollen to the size of a watermelon, and for some ungodly reason she was perfectly alright with Neville constantly touching her belly.

"Good god, Luna aren't you overdue by now?!" Harry demanded. Mott chuckled as he ruffled Luna's hair.

"Yes, two weeks now, but don't worry. The baby will be here soon. You're welcome by the way." She teased smiling a little, making Neville chuckle.

"It was her idea for me to get that ring, she said you'd find it helpful and she IS a seer." Neville admitted shaking his head smiling. "I'm glad you're alright, we were all really worried."

"Worried?! We were scared to all hell!" Blaise complained shaking his head. "You scared the shit out of us!"

"Because I totally ASKED some first year to stab me with a poisoned blade." Harry complained rolling his eyes." That poor girl, did anyone find out who had her under the Imperio?"

“Unfortunately no. The poor girl doesn't remember a thing until after she woke up and saw you bleeding all over the floor.” Mott admitted, Harry grimacing.

“That poor girl... we'll have to make sure she understands that we're not upset at her.” Harry decided.

"You can worry about it later, you all have something more important to worry about." Luna stated loftily, almost cheerfully, making them all blink.

"What's more important than Harry's would be murderer?" Mott demand scowling a little as Luna beamed.

"My water just broke.”
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