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Behind Green Eyes	By : Jessica86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6946 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything else in that universe. And I do not make any money of the story. Everything belongs to JK Rowling, and it's all her money.

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AN: Sorry for the delay in update. I kind of got a mean writers block. And I have re-written this chapter more times than I can count. But I do hope that you'll like it.

Thank you to all of you that has reviewed this story. I really enjoy hearing your opinons about it.

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As he tumbled through the floo in the arms of his blond rescuer Harry cursed to himself. How did he not recognise the voice that he loathed so much? And why had the simple touch he was given felt so safe when the person was far from safe? He wanted to pull away, but he knew that if the secure grip on him loosened he would tumble out of an unknown fireplace. For a second he considered to do just that – anything was better than where he was going. But before he had the opportunity to do so they stopped spinning and Harry felt light hit his closed eyes. It got almost quiet around him and he opened his eyes. He was still safely held by strong arms so he was more or less unable to move – but it was not uncomfortable in any way.

The room they had entered was a small and simple room. There were big windows covering the outer wall letting in the sunshine that was now lighting up the entire room. Then there was the roaring fire place that they’d just stumbled out from. And that was all - plain and simple.

“There we go little one,” Malfoy said with a smile and stroked Harry’s head. “Nothing to worry about.”

Harry was about to disagree when the door to the room opened. He quickly looked over and saw a blond woman standing there. Even though it had been almost two years since he last saw her he recognised her as Narcissa Malfoy. She was dressed in a pair of black trousers and a flattering green blouse.

“You’re late Draco,” she said with a smile and came closer.

“Sorry mother,” Draco answered and gave Harry a reassuring pat on the head. “It took a bit longer than expected.”

Harry felt Narcissa’s eyes fall on him and he tried to make himself as small as possible in Draco’s hands.

“And I see you brought company.” She raised an eyebrow at him and Harry could feel Draco’s heartbeats speed up.

“I had to help him mother. He was all alone and it was raining. And he’s hurt.” Harry heard the worry in his voice and felt very insecure in this situation – this was not how he was used to see the blond.

But Narcissa only smiled and shook her head.

“So like your father. He too used to bring home strays when he was younger.”

Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing – Lucius Malfoy bringing home strays? That was a concept he never thought he had to deal with. Draco too seemed to be surprised by this information.

“Can I keep him?”

“In your room. I don’t want him running around the house. You know how I feel about cats and their ability to shed.”

“Of course mother. Thank you.”

Draco left the room and headed up a big marble stair. This whole situation was so surreal that Harry had troubles grasping what was really going on around him. Draco kept talking to him but Harry didn’t really listen. All he registered was that the words sounded very soothing and managed to keep him from panicking. They walked through a corridor where every door seemed to be guarded by a statue of some kind. Moving portraits hung on the walls and Harry felt it like if their eyes were following him – as if they knew who he really was. He shuddered at that thought and tried to make himself as small as he could in Draco’s arms.

“Relax kitty,” Draco smiled. “We’re there any second.”

Seconds later Draco stopped outside of a door that was guarded by a silver dragon. Harry rolled his eyes – this could only be Draco’s room. The door opened and Draco stepped inside. Harry felt the grip around him loosen and soon he felt firm ground underneath his paws. He let out a mewl of pain as he put his weight on his hind leg.

“I’m so sorry kitty, I didn’t mean for you to hurt more,” Draco apologised and gave Harry a soft stroke over his head.

Harry shied away and looked around the room – he didn’t want to be so vulnerable in this unknown place. He saw a couch by the wall and before Draco had the time to touch him again he limped over to the couch and crawled underneath it. He almost hit his head on the wall and he lay down. His leg was hurting him and he still felt a bit chilly from rain that had penetrated his fur. A shill ran through his body and he curled himself in to an even smaller ball. He kept his eyes on the floor on the other side of the couch and he could see that Draco was still standing by the door. He couldn’t see the blonde’s face but he thought that he was looking at the couch – that would have been what Harry would have done himself.

“No worries little one,” Draco said and Harry could hear a smile in the voice. “I know that it must be scary in a new place. Take all the time you need.”

Draco walked across the room and Harry followed his feet with his eyes. Harry swallowed hard, he didn’t like being here. He knew that he was on enemy land and that he should be varied and scared. But instead he felt a strange surge of safety – and that scared him more than anything else.

A sudden loud pop made Harry yelp in surprise and he saw the legs of a house elf stand in front of the couch.

“How can Trixie help young master Malfoy sir?” the elf squeaked and Harry grimaced as the shrill tone cut through his sensitive ears. Harry hadn’t even realised that Draco had called the elf in the first place.

“I’m don’t know if you are aware of the fact that I brought a cat with me home from Diagon Alley,” Draco started and Harry could hear that even though the blond was behaving as an authority that he was in fact smiling.

“Trixie is aware of that Master Malfoy sir,” the elf squeaked once more. “Minsty was told by mistress and Minsty told Trixie.”

Harry uncurled from where he was laying by the wall and carefully crawled closer to the two talking. He wanted to see more and not just relay on his hearing.

“Since you are aware of it I want you to bring four things to my room - one bowl of food fit for a cat in this house, one bowl of water, the cat bed that I know is somewhere in the attic and a litter tray. I also want you to make sure that the food and water bowls are filled three times a day and that the litter tray is emptied at least once a day.”

Harry raised an eyebrow in surprise. By the sounds of it it seemed like Draco cared for him. No, he told himself. Draco cares for the cat – not for Harry in person.

“Trixie will do that sir,” the elf said and bowed so low that its nose touched the floor.

There was another loud pop and the elf vanished. Once more Harry was unprepared for the sound and yelped before banging his head on the underside of the couch.

“Are you alright?” Draco asked with concern in his voice.

Harry didn’t answer but crept back to the wall where the blond would be unable to reach him. He curled back in to a ball but kept his eyes on the floor on the other side of the couch. He could see Draco’s feet coming closer to the couch and was more than a little surprised when Draco lay down on the floor and looked at him. A smile lay on the blonde’s face and Harry felt insecure.

“I’m going to take care of you now little one,” Draco said in a soft voice. “I’m sorry that I can’t let you run around the house, but you heard mother: she’s not too fond of cats. But I hope that you’ll like this room. I think it should be big enough for you.”

Harry blinked slowly and crooked his head. Every word sounded genuine and he felt the strange sensation of being home.

Again there was a loud pop and once more Harry jumped high – he did not like the house elf’s apparition. Draco frowned and turned to the elf. A sweet scent of food made its way to Harry and he felt his stomach rumble. He hadn’t eaten since the day before and was hungrier that he’s thought. But the fact that Draco was in the room and that he had no idea what was going to happen if he came out made him stay where he was.

“You’re scarring the cat,” Draco said with a stern voice as the elf put down two bowls on the floor.

“Trixie’s sorry sir. Trixie did not mean to scare young master’s cat,” the elf squealed and banged her head in the wall.

Harry curled up closer and tried to shut out the sounds of the elf abusing herself. It made him think of Dobby and the way he’d punished himself all the time. And Harry couldn’t help but let out a helpless mewl.

“Stop that,” Draco sighed. “From now on, whenever you have business to my room you are to use the door. Apparate to the hall and walk in through the door. I will not have you scaring the cat half to death every day.”

“Of course young master sir. Trixie will use the door, not apparate. Trixie must not scare young master’s cat.”

“Good,” Draco said and Harry could hear the strain in his voice – was he loosing patient with the squeaky elf? “No continue with what you were doing and leave.”

The elf bowed and left the room through the door.

“I’m sorry kitty,” Draco said and seemed to be settling down on his own bed. “I didn’t know she would scare you.”

Draco let out a sigh and some unspoken words hung in the air.

The wonderful scent from the food bowl surrounded Harry and he didn’t know how much longer he could stay under the couch before his stomach would take charge of him and make him go and eat. He sniffed the air and could almost taste the salmon that occupied the bowl. There were something else as well, but Harry couldn’t make out what it was.

There was a soft knock on the door and it opened slowly.

“Mistress is wanting young master Malfoy to come down for dinner,” another shrill elf voice announced.

“Tell mother I’ll be down in a moment,” Draco said and the door closed again.

Harry followed the blonde’s feet as they moved towards the door. But before the door opened Draco seemed to turn towards the couch.

“I’ll leave you a little while. I hope that you’ll find the time to eat some – you look like you need it. I’ll be back soon again.”

The door opened and Draco disappeared through it. It closed and Harry could hear steps disappear down the hall. He was alone. For a moment he stayed just where he was – Draco might still come back. But soon the thought of food consumed him and he uncurled and crawled out from underneath the couch.

Before he left the shelter he had he glanced through the room to make sure that no one else was there. But he was alone. The sight of the room made his eyes go big. Since he’d become a cat and shrunk quite a lot his perception of the world was not the best – but this single room looked like it was bigger than the Dursley’s entire house. And it seemed to contain just about every item of furniture that one would need.

Though Harry didn’t have much time to ponder the interior of Draco’s room as the food became his primary thought. He limped across the floor up to the opposite wall where the elf had put down the food.

As he came up to the bowl he could almost not keep back another eye-roll when he saw that the bowl was of silver – he wouldn’t be surprised if it was the finest silver out there either. But the content was what took over Harry’s mind as soon as he saw it. It felt like one of the most beautiful sights Harry had ever seen - cooked pink salmon mixed with mashed potato and some kind of vegetable. It made him purr even before he started eating. And after the first bite he realised that it tasted even better than it looked.

Before he knew it Harry had finished the meal and was licking the bowl clean. The food was just what he’d needed. He sat down and licked his mouth a few times just to be sure he didn’t miss a single piece. He was still purring – but now it was a content tone to the sound and he repressed a yawn. He was so full and that made him tired.

He looked down on his paws and realised that they had small traces of salmon on them, and he couldn’t have it like that. So he started to clean his paw and was soon all consumed in getting himself clean. He was so consumed that he didn’t even register that the door to the room opened and closed. Not before he saw a pair of feet come in to his field of vision. He stopped cleaning his fur and looked up only to see Draco stand over him and smile.

“I knew the food would get you out little one,” he smiled and bent down to pet Harry.

But Harry didn’t want any of that and stumbled to his feet and back away from the more than likely gentle touch. He never took his eyes from Draco’s and for a second he thought something resembling hurt flash through the blonde’s eyes. But it was gone the moment he saw it so he couldn’t be sure.

“Okay,” Draco said and held up his hands in surrender. “I won’t pet you until you let me, I promise.”

Thank you, Harry said and surprised himself by actually talking to the other boy

The mewl that left him made Draco chuckle.

“Good, then we’re on the same page,” he smiled and walked over to his desk by the window. “You’ll have to excuse me now kitty but I have some homework to do.”

Harry looked at his back for a moment and crooked his head. It almost seemed as if Draco had understood him. That’s what you thought with Mrs Figg as well, an annoying voice in the back of his head told him. But the voice was right. Most likely was that Draco had only understood the meaning from his body language. Harry sighed and limped back to hide underneath the couch. He let out some small whimpers as he put pressure on his leg and walked as slowly as he could.

“I don’t want you to be in pain,” Draco said and Harry looked up.

The other boy was looking at him with concern in his eyes.

“If it’s not better in the morning I’m taking you to a healer.”

Harry couldn’t supress the shiver than ran through his body. He wondered if a healer would discover who he was. Would they know that he was not a real cat, but in fact stuck in that form for some reason? He didn’t know and with Draco as his saviour he didn’t want to find out. So he hoped that his leg would feel better the next day.

He crawled back underneath the couch and lay down. He put his tail around his body and rested his chin on top of it. He lay there and kept a watchful eye on Draco – he didn’t want to be caught off guard.

Harry must have fallen asleep on the floor because the next thing he knew Draco came out from what could only be a bathroom and was dressed in night robes. Harry blinked a few times and realised that it had gone darker.

Draco crawled up in to his bed and Harry could hear how the blond crept down underneath the duvet.

“Good night kitty,” Draco said in the direction of the couch. “Sleep tight.”

Then the lights turned off and the room was filled with darkness.

Harry lay still for a while and listened to Draco’s breaths and soon he could hear them go deep and knew that the other boy had fallen asleep. He blinked a few times more to get used to the dark and realised that he had almost perfect vision even in this darkness. The slight simmer from the moon outside slipped through a gap in the covering curtains and that soft light was just enough for Harry to navigate. Never before had he realised how much light there was even in the darkness.

He made his way out from underneath the couch. A soft scent of food told him that the bowl had been refilled, but he wasn’t hungry so he ignored it and decided to instead take a little tour throughout the room. It was big and there were so many places to hide. And Harry knew that he should try and find them all so that he could at least have that advantage if something should happen.

Harry soon realised that he’d been exaggerating earlier when he thought the room was bigger than the Dursley’s house. That wasn’t the case, but the room was big. The big bed that the sleeping Draco now occupied was the biggest piece of furniture in the room and also the most dominant. Then there was the couch under which Harry had been hiding all day. It was bigger than he thought, but not that much bigger than normal. And he could see both the desk where Draco had done his homework and a huge bookcase next to it. The door from with Draco had emerged a while ago was on the same wall as the bed and the door was open. But Harry felt no need to explore the bathroom at this time – he preferred to admire the tasteful decoration of the bedroom itself instead.

He sat down for a moment and looked around. He didn’t like being on the floor. Everything around him was so big and he was so small – it made him feel vulnerable. He needed to gain some height. He looked around the room and settled on the bookcase by the desk. If he could just get up on top of that he would feel so much better.

So he walked up to the desk and tried to judge if it was worth the pain it was very likely to cause him. He looked back to the couch and decided that he could not spend the rest of the night underneath it – he needed height.

Ha pushed back a bit on his injured leg and tried out if he would be able to climb all the way up to the top of the bookcase. All the pressure sent shocks of pain throughout his body and he seriously doubted that he would make it the whole way. But even half way would be better than the floor.

He pushed back on his hind leg in earnest and jumped up on the chair by the desk. He bit back a howl of pain as he managed to land with most of his weight on the injured leg. He panted hard trying to get the pain under control. He wouldn’t be able to make it all the way.

Soon his felt the pain fade and he decided to make the next jump before he changed his mind and let the pain stop him. It wasn’t a long jump and he managed to make a new landing without hurting himself more. But the pain from pushing away from the chair was rolling though him in waves.

He sobbed and looked around him. This was high enough for the moment. If he made any more jumps he wouldn’t be able to bite back his howls and whimpers and he knew that he would wake Draco up if that happened. Instead he looked down on the desk and saw a big pile of parchments that could substitute for bed at this time. He walked over slowly without putting down his hurt leg at all.

The parchment’s smelled nice and Harry curled up on top of them. He made himself in to a tiny black ball of fur with his tail under his chin. He kept an eye on the bed and felt his ears twitch when Draco gave away a loud snore. He smiled and purred himself to sleep.

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I do hope that you've enjoyed the chapter and will stay tuned for the next one.

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