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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
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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HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Hello my
lovely readers! The new year is now 14 hours and 55
minutes old for me… and honestly I feel horrible. This is a well-intentioned
advice to all of you (at least of my stomach and my oesophagus): non-alcoholic
drinks! Keep that in mind! Well, on with the story, this is now part four and
if you look for something cheery to celebrate the new year
– this won’t be it! Gomen!

Thank you
for all the lovely and supportive reviews – chocolate chip cookies for all!

Oh and I
know, it’s a little bit late, but did I already mention that this his becoming
slash? No? Well, it will become (soon hehe).

Violet_eyes
was again the awesome beta by my side. Applause for the awesome job she did,
again.

Sorry, I
ramble, that’s the aftermath of the night! Have fun, while reading and REVIEW!!!

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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Four | The Second Encounter – If you’ve planned
this, then…

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Three days
had passed since detention with Potter. Draco hadn’t talked with Snape yet. The
morning after the kiss he hadn’t seen Potter and he had agreed with himself,
that he would talk to Severus, if Potter tried to pull such shit again. It
wouldn’t be great for his reputation, if he had to tell that he had let himself
be kissed by Potter and had even kissed him back.

Until now,
three days after, nothing had happened because he hadn’t seen Potter at all.
Not in classes, not on the floors, even meals were eaten without Potter’s
presence. That Draco was concerned would have been too much of an allegation,
but he wondered.

It was the
morning of the fourth day and he sat at the Slytherin table, playing more with
his cereals than eating it. Blaise invaded his
personal space and whispered into his ear.

“Either you’ll finally eat now, or I’ll force
it down your throat personally. You barely ate the last days. I know you won’t
answer again, but what’s wrong, Draco?”

“Nothin’ Blaise.” was all Zabini got for
his caring. He sighed in defeat and turned around to Pansy Parkinson.

Draco
looked up from his bowl and around the hall, again he saw no Potter. He smacked
himself mentally for doing it again. Again he had looked for the stupid
Gryffindor, the fourth day in a row, and again he had no idea why and what he
expected to see. Maybe a frantic Golden Boy, running to him and worshipping him
like a messiah? Maybe another kiss? He didn’t know.

The doors
of the Great Hall opened and Draco’s eyes jumped to it. Granger and Weasley
walked in followed by a hooded someone. Although that one wore wide clothes,
you could see that one was slender and frail. Draco’s eyes followed every move
and when that one sat down between Weasley and Granger, he knew that it was
Potter. The Gryffindor lifted his hood slightly and Draco gasped quietly.

Potter
looked pale, sick and famished. His eyes were red rimmed and had bags under.
Draco couldn’t turn his eyes away and a question formed in his mind
momentarily: Was it because of him that Potter looked that horrible?

The dark
haired boy looked up and their looks met. A tiny, sad smile appeared on Harry’s
lips and Draco couldn’t stop giving Potter a small smile, too. In return,
something gleamed Potter’s eyes.

Draco
turned away quickly and stood up; telling Blaise he
had forgotten his Arithmancy book, he left the hall
and went back to the dungeons. If he wouldn’t have had to suffer the honour of
being a Malfoy, he would have slammed his head against the dungeon wall on his
way.

Why had he
smiled back? Why? Why? Why? Nothing made sense in the last days. Especially not his own behaviour. The blonde Slytherin went
into the common room and sat down in an overstuffed armchair for a moment.
Luckily Potter wouldn’t be in Arithmancy and Ancient
Runes. That meant he wouldn’t have to worry about being confronted by Golden
Boy.

Draco
remembered the sight of Potter and an unpleasant shudder ran down his spine. He
knew Potter only with a well-trained Quidditch body and… - well trained? Where
did that thought come from? He snuggled deeper into the armchair and closed his
eyes. Potter appeared in his mind again, like so often the last days. They
kissed again and Draco licked his lips unconsciously because of the memory. The
kiss broke and Draco’s subconscious played tricks on him – Potter’s chest was
naked in his imagination. He felt a certain stir in lower regions.

Draco tore
open his eyes and jumped up. There was definitely something terribly wrong with
his mind – terribly wrong. He wrapped his cloak firmly around himself and
stepped in front of the entrance. The wall slid aside and the blonde stepped
out into the hallway of the dungeon. He was in such deep thoughts that he
didn’t notice Harry at all until he spoke up.

“Draco?”

The
Gryffindor stood close to the opposite wall of the entrance and looked at Draco
with hope filled eyes.

“God, Potter, you gave me quite a start. Did
you follow me down here? What do you want?”

Again he
pulled his cloak tighter around himself and tried to will his half hard
erection further down. Harry walked a little closer and tried to test the
boundaries.

“Draco, I missed you…”

The Slytherin
sighed loud in annoyance and began to walk away from Harry, who followed him
slowly.

“Potter, don’t start it again. We finished this
topic already. It’s annoying.”

“You smiled at me, didn’t you?”

Draco
stopped suddenly, but didn’t turn around. Not giving an answer, he waited for
the boy wonder to go on.

“You really smiled at me in the Hall now.”

Harry felt
the urge to get close to his love and feel his warmth, but his sanity told him
no and won. He kept a gap between them both.

“I… I… I…” his voice faltered. He closed his
eyes and tried again to talk to Draco’s back. It almost burst out of him.

“Would you meet me this evening after dinner?”

Because he
had his eyes closed he couldn’t see Draco’s shoulders tense. The blonde had
forgotten everything for a second – how to blink, how to breathe, how to gulp –
just because of this simple question. He had no idea what to answer, especially
when he recalled the sad pleading undertone in the boy wonder’s voice.

“Potter…”

“I don’t know what I’ve done wrong, that you
don’t love me anymore, but I want to understand. I want to change and apologize
for what I’ve screwed up with, so that you can love me again. So, eurm, would you meet me after dinner and explain to me why
you don’t love me anymore? Please.”

The confusion,
shock, sympathy or whatever he had felt before turned into boiling anger. Was
Potter really that thick?

…don’t love me
anymore…

Draco spun
around and glared at Harry with rage filled eyes. He wouldn’t scream. No, that
would give away too many emotions and perhaps he would let slip what had
happened minutes ago in the common room or something.

His voice
was low and calm and spiked with venom.

“I haven’t loved you, don’t love you now and
will never love you, Harry bloody Potter. Is that understood?”

Without
waiting for an answer, he turned around again and went to Arithmancy,
already late. Even if he had wanted an answer, it had been useless. Potter’s
facial expression was to him like an open book. With every word he had spoken,
Golden Boy’s eyes glazed more over and his whole posture slumped together.

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