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Thirsting Needs Answered	By : Hikaru_Hitachiin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer= I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of the characters. I just take them out for a spin now and again. I make no money from this story. Slash (eventually), story first. :P Sorry Lemon seekers. Cannon until the Battle of Hogwarts.

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Watching from the distance, Harry felt like he was watching a movie. There was a man he was beautiful, someone so gorgeous it should be a crime, gold hair falling in waves on his shoulder. White linen wrapped around a strong muscular shoulder, leaned over the mold of stone, water, and the earth.
“Life will be given to her. She has the beauty of the goddess Aphrodite, the voice of the God Hermes, the musical talent of Apollo, and the dressings of Athena.” He announced to the other sinfully beautiful men and woman around him. Harry felt like he was watching the movie Frankenstein, there was a cult, a body in the center, and lightening that seemed to be casting down all around the mad scientist.
A shift in scenery seemed to happen so quickly, a wedding, that beautiful stone woman, was so beautiful in her flowing white dress, flowers accompanied her gentle flowing hair. The man beside her was strong but he looked down at his new bride with the love only gods could seem to bestow on their partners.
The man with blonde hair from the earlier scene appeared in front of the laughing couple, he held a box, intricate and designed in the most beautiful gold and ivy enlace. The woman’s eyes faintly glowed with, what Harry could only call as, greed and awe. She was made out of stone, human emotions seemed to come from the ground she came from.
“I give this to you two, but you shall never open it. As I have said, so it must be done.” The voice was silky but threatening. The hair on the back of Harry’s neck seemed to stand on end of the other, just as Zues seemed to turn towards Harry and walk towards him. Though he didn’t say anything to the brunette he did stop in front of him, looking at him with lightening blue eyes. The young man just seemed to stall at the glance, he felt like his insides were burning alive, just before the scene seemed to shift again.
Agonizing… oh the agony. I feel it. I feel her pain. Harry moaned into his head as he saw the beautiful woman crumpled on the ground curled up on the ground holding the box. The key was held in her beautiful sculptured fingers. “No, don’t do it!” Harry cried out though the woman looked up at him with tear streaked eyes, but they were wild and unsure of where they were or who had just spoken to him.
Shaky fingers moved to the box’s key hole, Harry watched in horror as she twisted the key. The second that followed seemed to last an hour, the brunette had flashed into action trying to reach her and the box, he didn’t want to feel the wrath of that beautiful blonde man. “No..” He called out but he was too late. So many things escaped the box before he even made it to her, but he did have time to slam the box shut at the last second.
A silky beautiful voice whispered, “What have I done.?” The woman dissolved under Harrys’ touch, looking up at him with hurt and terror.
A voice echoed in his mind, “Open the box, it is why it was given to you, wasn’t it?”
Sweat dripped over Harry Potters brow as he jolted awake, panting heavily. His heart pounded heavily in his chest, it seemed to echo into his head as the headache has seemed to return. ’Pandora’s box. I just saw gods. He knew I was there. They all did.’ Harry thought wrapping an arm around his middle before he bolted off the bed running into the bathroom and up heaving the contents in his stomach, which was nothing but acid. ‘The eyes of Gods can burn heaven.’ Harry thought angrily as he flushed the toilet, feeling like he was burning from the inside out. Turning on the water he splashed cool water on his face trying to get rid of his nightmare sticky sweat. Green eyes looked up into his own reflection, seeing dark circles under dark eyelashes that had not been there a week ago. His sleep had been nightmare ridden, and he seemed to have an ongoing migraine, no matter what spell he used it wouldn’t go away.
Harry moved out of the bathroom sitting in the kitchen staring at where he had set the box Draco had given him a week ago. And he had yet to open it, he feared it was like his dream. Pandora’s box, once open, the things in it can never be placed back in it. Harry had fought Voldemort once every seven years of Hogwarts, he fought a basilisk, dozens of Death Eaters, hundreds of Dementors, but he couldn’t open a box that Draco Malfoy gave him.
Long fingers ran along the box, it was common, nothing like that of those of the intricate carvings that the Malfoy’s owned. Harry wondered what he would keep in something so normal. He fiddled with the latch to open it as he was deep in thought. ‘It may not be something encrusted in gold or jewels, but it is a simple beauty. Something worth treasuring, and something not entrusted in something that would be stolen because of its beauty.
Harry slowly unhooked the latch to the box, he was watching what his fingers were doing expecting something to jump out and bite him. However when the lid was lifted letters and a few buttons were shown in the box filling it to the top, even one more letter it would overflow.
The buttons said the oddest thing that Harry had to pick one up to stare at it. He had seen these so many times during school. They were almost the same style as the Potter Stinks buttons, but they had an acronym on them. S.P.E.W. Harry nearly dropped the button, and pushed the box away from him before his curiosity got the better of him. Picking up one of the letters that had the earliest date on them he started reading;
I have honestly been thinking about how Dobby was treated in the second year, and I can’t seem to live with myself about the pain he put himself through to save Harry Potter. He was the savior of the one who may save my life in the end. I’ve thought of a club that I think that could be created that would help with the end of elf discrimination and abuse. There have been so many things in my life that I have watched aimlessly by, and perhaps attending events that I shouldn’t, when I should have stopped. Young and brawnless, I was not courageous enough to stand up to those who deserved to be stopped. SO many times I’ve been alone with some of them and have curled in a ball hiding behind my snippy comments and sarcastic remarks.
Yes, I know I’ve done wrong, I’m trying to make ammends. It is time I’ve helped in something, even if no one else knows I have. I’m writing you this so you may not tell anyone, what I am doing, or that I have helped. One day I’ll be able to show someone to let them know I’m not all bad, that I’m not who I have been portrayed, and hopefully I’m not dead from the war so I may tell someone that I’ve done right in the world.
This war may make me do aweful things, terribly things, that I may never be able to come back from. But helping with this, I’ll have a clear conscious about one thing.
Malfoy.

Harry paused reading the letter cause it had changed, the letters turned into scrawling scratch that he recognized as someone who he’d copied off of for years. Hermione? His mind was whirling, he couldn’t even seem to finish reading the letter, he just sat there staring at it stunned, completely stunned. What had Malfoy helped with that Hermione knew about, was that why she wasn’t stunned when Draco didn’t rat Harry out when they were man handled to Malfoy Manor during the war. He set the letter down, staring ahead into space remembering the look that Malfoy had given his deformed face. Draco had known it was Harry, he had, he didn’t say anything, he lied to his aunt, and all those in the manor. Draco Malfoy helped him survive?
The world seemed to speed up and stop all at the same time, he didn’t even notice that Charlie had come into the house. He looked up when his head started hurting, which from being so in depth in his thoughts about everything that had happened in the war. How many times had he been saved by a man who thought hated him?
“Hey, Mate, you’re running late for work. I was told to come down and check on you.” Although Harry’s headache had returned it seemed to go down as soon as his hand touched Harry’s shoulder. Relaxing Harry sighed putting the letter away, not wanting to share what he had found with anyone especially that of Charlie Weasley, or any of the Weasley’s for that matter.
“Shit, Charlie, I’m so sorry, I had a really late night last night and I didn’t sleep well. I think I lost track of the time.” Harry got up quickly to grab some coffee, which was already brewed, he always set it on a timer so that it would be brewed before he left, but he thought he better wait til after he was dressed for coffee. Putting the box on the top of the cupboard, so it looked like a decorative box sitting up there, but not out of sight so that people wouldn’t try to go snooping into it. He wanted to take the day off and read all of the letters, but he knew he couldn’t afford to miss one day training any of the dragons. He wanted to say he was actually getting somewhere but dragons were not the easiest creatures to train, they were not domestic animals, and they never would be. But if he could get one not to breath fire at him when he was spotted, that would be good enough for him.
Quickly moving around the kitchen, “Have some coffee Charlie, I’ll get my work clothes on real fast.” He rushed out of the kitchen and back into his bedroom, hearing Charlie yell after him in a joking tone.
“And maybe brush your hair! it’s a mess!” Charlie laughed when he heard Harry scoff loudly at that.
Within five minutes later Harry came out of the bathroom looking frazzled, and he had dark circles under his eyes now that he had actual day clothes. Reaching for his wand he stopped midway, trying to recall a spell to not look so tired, and wondered if it was really worth it. Shaking his head he grabbed his wand and walked out of his room without casting any spells except wards to keep others out of his room and the box that Malfoy gave him. He did look back just once at it and wondered if he should take the day off before closing the door quietly.
“Alright, lets get to those dragons. And..try not to get me singed this time.” Harry said walking over to Charlie patting him on the back relatively hard. Their friendship was an odd one, almost like those co workers you really loved to see when you are there, but you aren’t sure what to make of them away from work. Harry went to the coffee pot to grab some more only to find that it was all gone, turning he saw that Charlie had a Hagrid sized mug of coffee in front of him.
“Yeah sorry, mate, I kind of stole the last of the coffee.” Harry instantly started laughing at Charlie.
“You might have stolen the entire pot of coffee. Didn’t get much sleep last night.?” There was a small blush that formed over Charlie, that you wouldn’t normally notice but his red hair always made color to his skin even more vivid.
“Nah, I was up most of the night. You look about the same though, Harry.” The brunette shrugged as he grabbed his work belt from the hook that held all his dragon supplies in an attempt to calm them down. Not that it ever worked, but they were always trying something new. How did someone find out cats loved catnip? They experimented with different herbs?
Charlie stood up and walked over with his belt already slung low on one side of his hips, “Let’s get this adventure started.” That is what it was. An Adventure. It is why I do this. Harry thought sighing as he and Charlie walked out of his small studio apartment.
Harry was always the boy who lived, now he was the boy who defeated lord Voldemort as well, it was as if his entire life was an adventure. And a job sitting there doing paperwork was never for him, he was always meant to be in danger of dying at any point of his life. Suicidal. That is what he was.
Within only a few minutes the two were standing before a dragon fast asleep, they hadn’t wanted to disturb her from her slumber. Today they were supposed to be checking her baby, but getting close enough to get the small thing away from his mother, another story. Charlie and two other workers stayed near the dragoness’ head so that they could keep her asleep. They were using a small chant of sleepiness, even though she was already asleep they wanted to keep her that way. Harry walked carefully and silently around the other side to see the sleeping hatchelling that was curled against the wing of his mother.
It was a technique that had to be quick and fast even with wand magic the leathery hide of the dragon hatchling it was bound not to work. Harry needed to move quickly to wrap something quickly around the young dragons mouth to stop it from screeching and disappear with him instantly, apparating would be the easiest but it would wake the mother. Rushing forward he grabbed the small sleeping creature and quickly wrapped an arm about the baby’s mouth but not before it had let out a pathetic attempt at a yowl. The other dragon’s eyes had popped open, the pupil’s huge and looking for her baby, seeing Harry struggling to keep the wings of the baby dragon down and the mouth closed not to get burnt.

“HARRY!” Charlie yelled out wand in hand as he tried to get the mother dragon’s attention, but there was no subduing the motherly instinct of the beast. Harry took a few steps back before thinking about running, the throat of the dragon started to turn hot and almost blue like in her fury. Harry did the only thing he could think about, without his invisibility cloak on him, he wasn’t able to just hide, he had to disappear in thin air without the dragon really able to find him, he apparated.
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My lovelies

I am sorry for the long delay, My brother and fiancee came to visit me, my brother for two weeks, my hunny now for three months, so I had been really busy getting ready for them. I do hope you enjoy the chapter. I am already started on the next one. I know it takes a while for my updates but I do try to make sure they are long ones.
Tell me about any mistakes or errors and I shall fix them for you J Reviews are always nice of course.
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