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The Dragon Queen\'s Chosen	By : BlackDawnRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Exploding potions and more nightmares
Harry sat at the table with Draco having a far too quiet dinner. The Slytherin had barely spoken all evening and Harry was finding the silence nearly impossible to take. Every bite he took of his dinner stuck in his throat and he had to force himself to keep eating. Draco had barely looked at him either, his eyes always focused on something else. Harry hated this, he wanted to fix it but Draco wouldn't let him explain.
"Your healing is complete now," Draco suddenly broke the silence and Harry looked up surprised.
"Huh?" he asked quietly.
"Your healing is complete," Draco repeated. "At least it seems so to me, are you still in any pain?" he asked.
Harry shook his head. "No I'm fine, thank you," he replied.
Draco nodded and looked back at his food. "Elsie's going to make up a room for you tomorrow, so you can have some space of your own while you're here," he continued and the loss Harry had been feeling since that afternoon suddenly began to burn in his stomach threatening to expel anything else he tried to force into it
He gripped his fork tightly in his hand and looked down at the table. "Okay," was all he could say too upset to think of anything else.
He heard the chair scrape on the floor as Draco stood up leaving more than half of his meal untouched. "You'll have the bed to yourself tonight anyway, I have some study to catch up on down in my work room," he said as he pushed his chair back in. "Goodnight, I hope you sleep well," he said curtly before walking away from the table and heading back toward the main room.
Harry dropped his fork and hung his head in his hands. What in the world had happened to make Draco change so drastically? He was acting less like the boy Harry had come to know over the last few days and more like…well…like Lucius on a normal day. Harry wouldn't stay here the rest of the summer, he couldn't; the manor was far too oppressive when Draco wasn't being Draco anymore.
He pushed away from the table and headed upstairs to Draco's room. He felt cold, so terribly cold it was awful and he felt himself beginning to shiver just a little. He shook his head as it suddenly occurred to him that he felt like he'd been reverse micro-waved. He was such a muggle, maybe that's why Draco wasn't letting him explain his side of things from earlier that afternoon, maybe he'd decided that Harry was too much of a muggle to bother with. Maybe Draco was hoping Harry would get annoyed and leave on his own so Draco wouldn't have to say anything at all. Maybe…Harry sighed; thinking over possibilities wasn't helping any. Perhaps it would be best to sleep on it and hope Draco was more easily approachable in the morning.
He headed into the bathroom and turned on the shower hoping the hot water would warm him on the outside at least a little. He thought about using Draco's body wash so he could at least try and fool himself into believing Draco was close by when he went to bed, but then he thought better of it and reached for the bottle of his own that Draco had left on the counter.
He showered quickly, not even noticing that his and Draco's concoction from this afternoon smelled really good and headed out to where Elsie had left his trunk that afternoon. He opened the lid intending on finding his normal pyjamas he'd packed and wearing them rather than the ones Draco had given him. When he opened it however, the trunk was empty of clothing and Harry didn't have to ask to know Elsie had probably taken them to wash.
With an annoyed sigh he found the pyjamas Draco had given him and pulled them on getting more and more cranky by the moment despite his earlier decision to stop thinking about what was going on. He couldn't stop his mind from racing and wondering what the blonde was thinking. He thought people always said women were hard to reason with, anyone who said that had obviously never met a Malfoy. He didn't bother brushing his hair; he just let it flop however and dumped himself into bed pulling the blankets up.
The huge, blackwood marvel that usually made him giggle with its immense size felt empty without Draco's presence in it and Harry found it impossible to warm up or get comfortable no matter what he did. Finally his temper reached burning point and he couldn't take it anymore. He flung the blankets aside and stomped out of the room. He stormed through the hall, down the stairs, down the corridor to Draco's workroom and yanked the door open without knocking.
Draco was sitting at the workbench in front of a bubbling cauldron holding a vial of power which he seemed to be adding to the mixture. Harry's entrance obviously startled him and Harry saw the other boy's hand dip quite violently spilling a large amount of the green dust into the cauldron.
"What the hell-?" Harry began only to be cut off when Draco's eyes widened at the potion in a mixture of shock and fear. He dropped the vial he'd been holding on the floor and raced toward Harry.
"Harry, run!" he called and Harry looked at the potion to find it bubbling violently, the whole cauldron shuddering and groaning.
Draco reached him then and he barrelled into Harry knocking him to the floor out in the corridor and covering Harry's body with his own. Less than a moment later the potion exploded and hot, bubbling, black liquid flew in all directions. Harry watched wide eyed as it coated the room showering the walls, the chandelier, the candelabras, the books and work benches, there was barely a spot left untouched.
Then, it was flying toward them.
Harry cried out as he realised it was going to hit Draco and he tried to roll them so Draco wasn't the one on top but he found he couldn't move.
"Draco!" he called out the other boy's name in fear.
"It's okay," he heard Draco's gentle voice reply and Harry saw the potion stop as it reached the doorway, deflected by a shield of some sort. The invisible shield ended up completely covered in black potion but none of it left the confines of the room and Harry sighed in relief. He'd seen how hot that potion was, just the thought of any of it hitting Draco and the damage it could have done…
Draco leant up on his elbows above Harry and looked down at him and it was only then that Harry really noticed that Draco's body was pressed entirely against his. He looked up at the other boy, his eyes burning into concerned gunmetal.
"Are you all right?" Draco asked softly.
Harry nodded before pulling his brain together enough to ask. "Are you?"
"I'm fine," Draco replied quietly.
"Good," was all Harry could think to say right at that moment and he felt incredibly stupid about it but his brain seemed to have run away.
Draco moved to get off him and without thinking Harry reached up and caught the Slytherin's upper arms keeping him where he was. "I don't want my own room," he told the Slytherin quietly. "I want to stay in yours and I want you in it with me," he confessed feeling tears burning his eyes.
A shocked expression met Harry's admission and since he'd come this far Harry figured he may as well continue. "I know you're upset with me, I know you misunderstood what happened earlier, but you won't let me explain and I don't know why you're being so stubborn. I've been trying to work it out but all I can come up with is that you've suddenly realized it was a mistake saving me and bringing me here and now you don't know how to tell me you want me to go. If that's the case then just say it, okay, I'd rather know the truth then think you care when you don't," he finished feeling a tear slip from one of his eyes but not wanting to let go of Draco to brush it away.
If this were the last chance he'd ever get to touch the other boy he was going to make it last as long as he could. He hated the idea that Draco might not care about him and he chastised himself mentally for even bothering to ask the Slytherin the question or daring to hope but he couldn't help it. He wanted to believe it, he wanted to think that maybe something would go right just once in his life.
For a moment Draco just stared at him, shock and pain shining in his lovely gunmetal eyes. Then his lips were on Harry's. Harry gasped in shock before slipping his arms up around Draco's neck and kissing him back. Draco's lips felt heavenly against Harry's and a quiet moan escaped him drawing an answering purr from Draco. After a few moments Draco drew back and leant his forehead against Harry's his lovely, gunmetal eyes gazing into Harry's.
"I don't want you to have your own room either," he breathed.
Harry took a shuddering breath and brought his hands up to slide into Draco's hair. The Slytherin closed his eyes and took a shuddering breath of his own growling quietly once more as he brought his lips back down to Harry's. Nothing Harry had ever experienced in his life had ever felt so good. He left one hand in Draco's hair while the other slid down Draco's back coming to rest at his hip. His fingers brushed across a patch of skin which had come uncovered and Draco purred quietly in pleasure deepening the kiss.
They pulled apart when a quiet chime sounded in the room they'd just left.
"What's that?" Harry asked.
"The room's safe to enter again," Draco replied quietly. "I need to go back in and clean up the potion."
"Do you want me to help?" Harry asked.
Draco shook his head. "No it's okay, it won't take long. Besides, the wards won't let anyone else in there until everything's cleaned and sorted again," he explained.
"Oh, okay," Harry replied looking down. He really didn't want to be away from the other boy right now, he had this stupid idea that Draco might run away if he did.
"Hey," Draco said softly bringing one of his fingers up to hook under Harry's chin and lift his face up so they were eye to eye once more. "I wasn't lying before when I said I have study to catch up on. I promise when I've made this potion correctly I'll come up to bed okay."
Draco's eyes held nothing but sincerity and Harry nodded in acquiescence. "Okay," he agreed with a soft smile.
Draco returned his smile and climbed to his feet before helping Harry to his and pulling him into a gentle hug. "I shouldn't be long okay," he whispered.
"Okay. Just be careful all right," Harry replied holding him back.
"I will," Draco promised before pulling back and kissing Harry gently. He pulled away after a few seconds and Harry gave him one last smile before heading back upstairs feeling far better than he had when he first went to bed. He still didn't know why Draco hadn't let him explain himself earlier, but at least he knew they'd get the chance to talk about it now.
He smiled to himself as he curled up in bed once more. Draco had kissed him and it had been really good.
XX
Dark…cold…rough…voices all around him jeering at him, taunting him, laughing at him. He looked up and he could see them, the awful monsters who'd drugged and violated him were back and somehow they'd gotten a hold of him again. He was forced up against the wall just like he remembered and he fought to get free, screaming for help.
The leader was behind him once more, his hands crushing Harry's hips in their rough grip. No! This wasn't going to happen, Draco wouldn't let them hurt him, he'd come, he'd save him, Harry knew he would.
"Just in case you're wondering nobody's going to save you from us this time little thing. You see the boy who rescued you last time, well; he's in a pickle of his own."
Harry heard a heavy thud beside him and he looked over to see Draco lying on the ground. naked and bleeding, his hands were bound behind his back, his body a mass of bruises and blood, his lovely, platinum, blonde hair stuck to his face with blood and a whole lot of other fluid Harry didn't want to identify. His feet were bound together just like his hands and there was fresh, bright red blood dripping down his legs.
Draco's lovely, gunmetal eyes were all but swollen shut and Harry could see tears leaking out of the edges.
"Draco," he gasped.
"Harry," Draco sobbed through lips that were split and swollen. "I'm…I'm sorry," he gasped. He took another shuddering breath and Harry heard a quiet sob escape him before his body stilled completely.
"Draco," Harry called quietly. "Draco," he tried again when he got no answer. "Draco." His calls were met by nothing but silence and Harry felt his soul shatter in his body as he realized Draco was dead. "No," he gasped tears spilling from his eyes. "Draco, no…DRACO NO!"
Harry's eyes flew open and he sat up in bed tears streaming from his eyes as he searched desperately for the Slytherin. "Draco! Draco!"
The door to the bedroom burst open and the young Malfoy ran to Harry's side. "Harry what's wrong?" he asked frantically.
Harry threw himself into Draco's arms burying his face in the other boy's chest and sobbing.
Draco held him back stroking his hair softly and whispering quiet, calming words. When Harry's sobs had subsided Draco kissed the top of his head gently and asked him what had happened.
"Nightmare," Harry replied.
"About the attack?" Draco asked.
"Kind of," Harry replied.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Draco asked.
Harry shook his head; he definitely didn't want Draco to hear what he was dreaming about.
He felt Draco's arms tighten around him and the Slytherin stroked his hair once more. "It's okay, it was just a dream," he whispered. "I'm right here, I promise."
Harry cuddled into him tighter and breathed in his lovely, calming scent until he was in control once more. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to interrupt your study."
"It's okay, I was on my way up to bed anyway," Draco replied stroking Harry's hair softly. "Will you be okay while I jump in the shower quickly?" he asked.
Harry nodded and pulled away. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he replied.
"Okay," Draco said softly leaning forward to kiss Harry gently on the forehead before slipping off the bed and heading into the bathroom.
Harry lay back down on the bed and listened to Draco moving around in the bathroom. Where had that dream come from? Sure the attack he could understand but what about the other part? Had he been dreaming about Draco dying because of earlier in the day when he'd been ignoring Harry and Harry thought he'd never speak to him again? He pondered over it until Draco returned to the bedroom and slipped into bed beside Harry.
He slid over to Harry's side and held his arms out in invitation, one that Harry accepted gratefully. He lay his head comfortably on Draco's shoulder and cuddled in close as Draco's arms closed around him. They lay there in silence for a moment before Draco spoke.
"Would it sound crazy if I said I've wanted to do this for as long as I've known you?" he asked softly.
Harry chuckled. "Not nearly as crazy as you might think," he replied. "I would have wanted the same if I'd allowed my brain to even ponder what I felt about you before now."
"Liked me did you?" Draco asked with a soft smile.
"Far too much," Harry admitted. "I just refused to admit it to myself."
"Take heart in knowing you weren't alone in your infatuation," Draco replied with a chuckle of his own.
"Look at us now," Harry whispered. "I never would have imagined this happening between us."
"Oh I imagined it, I just thought it would stay in my imagination," Draco replied causing Harry to grin.
"Guess you have a better imagination than I do," Harry replied.
"Maybe," Draco replied pulling him closer. "Now that we're here how are you feeling about it?" he asked quietly and Harry detected a hint of worry in the young Slytherin's tone.
"I'm happy," he replied with a smile. "What about you?"
"Really happy," Draco replied kissing Harry's hair gently. They were silent for a few moments more before Draco whispered. "Are you okay?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay," he replied reassuringly nuzzling his face into Draco's neck gently and kissing the soft skin.
Draco shivered slightly and tightened his grip on Harry once more. "We should get some sleep then," he suggested. "Would you like some of that dreamless sleeping potion?"
Harry shook his head. "No, I think I'll be fine," he replied.
"Okay, good night, Harry," Draco whispered kissing his hair once more.
"Good night, Draco," Harry replied closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep once more.
XX
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