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You Set Fire to the Rain	By : icicle33 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11826 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter characters or any part of the HP fandom or universe. This story is written purely for pleasure and no money is be made from it. None at all.

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Warnings: There's a little bit of blood/slight gore for those that are extremely squeamish

Author's Note: Thank you so much for all the fabulous reviews! You keep me motivated to write, edit, and update faster. I'm so happy that everyone seems to be enjoying the story so far, and I'm rather excited to share this chapter because after this chapter, things will change. A lot. Once again, a great big thank you to my betas: ashii and erised_dreams. You ladies are awesome.

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"If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility." ~HWL5

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"Binky, please."

This was getting ridiculous now. If you truly had been attacked, then listening to an incoherent and blithering house-elf was not going to help, and every second spent coddling Binky was a second wasted with your life on the line. I was about to give up and seek you out myself when the elf got up and wrapped itself around my legs again. This time, however, it Apparated us with a quick snap to a large parlour room.

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I had never been inside that room before, and under normal circumstances, it would have been a lovely room with its stunning baby grand piano in the centre of the room and its elegant wall of windows. On the opposite end of the room, there was an antique vanity that was covered in cobwebs and a small fireplace that was adorned with a large, portrait of the late Narcissa Malfoy. Luckily, it wasn't an enchanted portrait because at that moment, I don't think I could have faced the late Mrs Malfoy, particularly because of what I encountered below. There you were—lying in the corner of the room, huddled on the floor next to the unused fireplace.

I let out a sharp gasp, as I saw you lying there, all bruised and battered on a top of a blood stained sheet. You were broken and motionless, and I was shocked by the sudden consuming need to seek out whoever had harmed you and make them pay dearly—perhaps even with their lives. You were lying face down, and all I could see were patches of pale skin peeking out from under tattered, bloody clothing and your long, white blond hair that was stained with blotches of crimson.

I stroked your silvery locks and was surprised to find that they were still baby soft even while covered in blood. I gently turned you over in fear of further aggravating your already prevalent injuries. Yet, when I turned you over, I gasped; I knew that you would have injuries, but I wasn't ready to encounter your usually pale face, which I had memorised from watching you so many years in the Great Hall, looking so incredibly broken. Rather than being its usual almost transparent white, your skin was grey; your high cheekbones were protruding and bruised. Your pale lips were covered in dried blood and almost blue in colour.

You needed help immediately.

"Malfoy," I said, while shaking you carefully. "Malfoy, can you hear me?"

You didn't respond and I felt my heart clench, threatening to rip itself from my chest if I didn't do something and quick. The tumult of feelings that washed over me were almost too much to handle: grief, loss, fury, confusion, and most importantly fear. I was afraid that I was too late, that I wouldn't be able to save you. I needed you to wake up, begged you to open your eyes, but you just laid there limp in my arms as I softly stroked your fair hair that looked almost golden in the faint daylight, which was finally starting to peer through the windows. I held my breath and cast a quick Vitality Charm, desperately praying that you were still alive. Thank Merlin that I had learnt that handy spell back in the war; otherwise, I would have lost it completely.

I let out a sigh of relief when my wand glowed a faint red, meaning that you still had a pulse, but it was dangerously weak. It didn't matter though, as long as it wasn't green, everything would be fine. It had to be. There was still time to save you. I just needed help and fast.

"Binky," I said, summoning the elf who was now hiding underneath the piano. "What happened? How long has Malfoy been like this?"

The small elf crept further behind the piano, but answered me softly.

"Master sick...long, long time."

"Binky?"

"Binky find Master on floor yesterday."

"Yesterday!" I roared stepping away from your motionless body and faced the elf, the sheer rage on my face causing the elf to tremble visibly. I felt my blood start to boil. If you had been unconscious since perhaps as long as yesterday, then why hadn't the elf informed anyone? Why hadn't she helped you?

"Binky find sheet for Master," the elf stammered out, now starting to shake violently underneath the piano.

"Well, why didn't you get help? Why didn't you tell someone?"

"Binky can't—can't..." Before the elf could finish her sentence, she started sobbing uncontrollably and banging her head against the underside of the piano.

"Binky sorry, bad, bad Binky."

"Never mind," I said, trying to appease the frantic creature, "Just help me now." I motioned over to your limp body. "We need to get him to St Mungo's and immediately. I can't carry him alone, and I'm afraid to cast any spells on him in his condition."

"No," Binky squeaked, so quietly that I almost couldn't make out the word. "No." She was rocking back and forth again, and although I knew that Hermione would probably kill me, I was about to fling the stupid elf out the window.

"What do you mean...NO?" I could feel my magic crackling beneath my fingers. If I didn't relax, I was going to lose control of my magic at any second. "This is your master we're talking about. You have to help him. It's your duty." I crouched down next to the piano and stared the wretched elf straight in its big, bulging eyes.

"If you don't help him," I said darkly, "he's going to die. And it'll be on you, elf."

"No...no...no!" Binky started wailing again, but slowly crawled out from underneath the piano. She wiped the black tears from her eyes and even though she was still hiccupping, she tried to explain. "Binky want to help. Binky love Master. Binky can't leave Malfoy Manor." She sniffled again and her voice started cracking. "Binky...wanna...die!"

"Shit," I shouted. "You're tied to the manor. Is that what you're telling me? You physically can't leave?"

The small elf bobbed its head up and down.

"Fuck. No, no, no." My head was spinning; I knew that I needed to do something, and I was running out of time. Every minute that I was standing here arguing with this ridiculous elf was a precious minute wasted that you might never get back. There was no way that I could Apparate you to St Mungo's alone—chances were that you wouldn't survive the journey. Besides, I didn't know how to transport your body without risking further injury. What if I splinched you?

But still, I couldn't just leave you there. I needed to do something—if only I had listened to Hermione and taken that Healer training class at Hogwarts.

I cast another Vitality Charm on you and noticed that your vitals had dropped even lower; if something wasn't done immediately, there was a good chance you would die.

I took a deep breath and turned to the shivering elf again.

"Binky," I said evenly. "I need you to listen to me and listen to me carefully. I am the sole heir of Sirius Black; he was your Mistress's cousin who was also a Black. Do you understand?"

The small elf nodded again.

"Good. That means that I'm technically a Black too, so I can give you orders if necessary."

The small elf looked hesitant and opened her large mouth to protest, but then appeared to change her mind and nodded once.

"So," I said in my most commanding voice. "You will help me move Master Malfoy out of here. I know that you cannot leave the Malfoy Estate, but are you bound only to the Manor? What about the other Malfoy properties?"

"I-I don't know," Binky croaked.

"Do you know where your Mistress's house is in the south of France? The one she gave to her sister?"

Binky nodded again, this time more furiously.

"It's pretty there."

"Right. Well, I order you to Apparate all three of us there right away. Do not waste any more time or make me repeat myself."

"Binky can't leave Malfoy Manor," she squeaked again; she was starting to sound like a broken record now, and it was getting on my nerves.

In an effort to compose myself, I bit down on my bottom lip much more furiously than I had intended. My mouth was stained with blood now; I could feel a sharp sting from the deep cut, but it didn't matter—at least it had me thinking about something else besides your unconscious body.

"Binky," I said, my voice much calmer than before. "Please, just try. For your master."

The small elf looked doubtful but nodded anyway.

I walked over to you and cradled you in my arms as the elf grabbed onto me.

"If you die on me, Malfoy, you bastard, I'll never forgive you...and then I'll summon your spirit, so I can kill you again. Do you hear me?" I shouted at your broken body, which was much too light for that of a grown man.

Well, here goes nothing.

To be continued...

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Author's note: Thanks so much for reading. I took a few liberties with the binding of house-elves as well as their magic. I hope no one minds and that no one kills me for torturing poor Draco. I want to give a special thank you to Cleo. When I first posted chapter 4, I made a grave mistake by having Harry say that he hadn't visited Malfoy Manor since the war. Since I have this story mostly written, before updating, I make sure to go over the chapters several times and I edit and add new scenes. The scene of Narcissa's funeral wasn't in the original draft of this story, which is why I made that mistake. Anyway, it's fixed now and I really appreciate Cleo pointing that out. Please, lovely readers, if you find any mistakes, especially big ones, point them out to me.

That's all for now and stay tuned to find out what happened to Draco. Review responses are also below and have a great week everyone.

[5] The quote at the beginning of the chapter is by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. I take no credit for it.

Until next time,

~Icicle

Review Responses:

Unneeded: Hello, dear! Thanks again for your lovely comments. Your comment about Harry made me laugh. He's rather immature and definitely grumbles a lot. He'll do a lot of growing up in this fic, or at least that's the plan I have for him. = ) I'm glad to hear that everything is okay for you computer and internet wise.

Cleo: Hello again, love. Thank you for your wonderful comment as well as for pointing out my error. You deserve a lemon scone for that. *hands yummy scone* I'm sure you weren't the only one who was confused. As for Binky, she definitely deserves a pair of socks. Draco has tried to free her several times, but she just cries and cries and threatens to kill herself. She's attached to Draco, although he can't figure out why. The other elves were able to leave because Draco freed them weeks ago, so they were no longer bound to the manor. Technically, Binky probably would have been able to leave if she had accepted Draco's offer of freedom, but since she didn't, she felt as if she were bound there. I know that this chapter is hard as well on poor Draco, but I promise that things will look up for him in the future.

ladykanasewing: Hello, dear. I feel bad that I had you on the edge of your seat, but I'm right with you. When I read stories, I get really into them and yell at the characters. Do not worry, Harry does find Draco and things can only get better, right? We'll see. ; ) Thanks so much for commenting.

hotflower901: Hello again, dear. Yes, it's finally starting to go dark, but I do promise that after a little more angst, there will be some happiness for Harry and Draco too. Unfortunately, the manor is not equipped with electricity, so no 911 or technically 999 in the UK. You can blame Lucius for that and the old Malfoy ancestors for their unreasonable fear of all things Muggle. Perhaps Harry will show Draco how to use a telephone. Thank you for your lovely comment.

layne: Hello, dear new reader. Thank you for your comment. I'm so glad to hear that you are enjoying the story so far, and I will definitely continue with quick updates. I hope to post again probably on Wednesday.

***Once again, thank you for sharing your thoughts, and I really do take them into consideration with the future chapters. I hope you lot have a good week. = )
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