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Hollowed	By : dirtydarella Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hey All....

So I’m back. I wasn’t ever sure how to leave a message here on AFF, so I guess I’ll just insert this one before this chapter.

What happened to me? The abridged story is that my father lost his job, my mother took a pay cut at hers, and I ended up working two while still attending university part time. (Lol, it’s a bit of a sob story, isn’t it?)

Anyway, I’m back now – a graduate, and currently completely jobless (My father got a new, better paying one at least. ^_^ )

I do plan to continue Hollowed, I’m already working on chapters again. In the mean time here is the sixth chapter, which I apparently completely forgot to post here. (Sorry!)

The seventh one is ready, I’ll be posting it tomorrow. After that I’ll be working on weekly(ish) updates.

Thanks everyone who kept supporting me, despite my disappearance! *hugs* Comments at the end. : )

As always, a major thanks goes out to my Beta tari_sue" . ^_^

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Hey Harry,” Ron greeted sleepily. On his way over towards the refrigerator, he addressed Hermione as well, only his method of salutation was by pinching her bum and laughing when she jumped and spilled her cereal on the counter.

“Oh honestly,” she grumbled as she charmed away the mess. Although, Harry didn’t think she was all that upset considering when Ron waggled his eyebrows teasingly, she giggled.

Harry couldn’t decide if he was amused or horrified. One thing he was sure of � the more they acted all couple-like, the more alone he was starting to feel. In fact, being the third wheel, he felt down right intrusive most of the time.

“Didja notice,” Ron said, sitting down opposite Harry, “that the bathroom door’s all wonky again?”

“Yeah,” Harry said, stabbing into the thick bowl of oatmeal in front of him with his spoon. “Maybe Malfoy’s magic wore off.

“Or someone pissed him off and he changed it back.”

Harry shrugged. He didn’t think Malfoy would do that, but then again, he couldn’t know anything for sure when it came to the blond.

“You’re both wrong,” Hermione chimed in with her matter-of-fact voice. “I overheard Kreacher last night, talking to himself in the halls.”

“So?” Ron said, scrunching his face up. “He’s always doing that.”

Harry shrugged when his redheaded friend turned and caught his eye in a request of reassurance. He wouldn’t put it past Kreacher to do something like that, thinking he was somehow protecting the house’s former master’s honor, or some such rot.

“Let’s just concentrate on what we have to do today,” he said, his hand slipping into his robe to feel the cold metal, never warmed. The air around the trio became a lot more serious as they finished their respective breakfasts. Harry tried to ignore the pang of loneliness in his chest when he noticed his friends holding hands underneath the table.

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It was one of those horrifying realizations that caused a cold dread to sink deep within his body. He was wet, naked, and without a towel. Draco had forgotten the towel. He’d forgotten the damn towel and the change of clothes to put on after his shower. What could make this situation worse? Why not having his replacement wand � which of course was the case. Living so long without one, he hadn’t even given it a though when he’d first woken to sticky pajamas and rushed off to the bathroom. To add the icing to the cake, apparently his magic from before had run out on the door, which was now complete with two gaps where it bent, a perfect place for someone to peep in at any moment. Really, it was all around a mortifying situation.

Looking around, Draco quickly threw away the idea of wrapping the shower curtain around himself and making a break for it. The useless thing was clear anyway, so a lot of good that would do, but there wasn’t really anything else he could cover himself with. Without his wand there was no transforming a bathrobe or anything, dammit. He glanced down at his pajamas, scrunch his face up at the sight of his pants � the er… original reason for such a quick shower. He was not putting those back on; he’d rather parade around the house in his birthday suite. Although, what if that creepy pegged legged Auror was out there? He shuddered at the thought of coming across him while so vulnerable.

Clenching his teeth, he bent down and picked up his top. This would all be a little less horrifying if he didn’t hear quite so many voices out and about this morning. This had to be some kind of conspiracy, right? Was fate so cruel? He shifted the shirt in his hand and tried to judge how long it would hang on his frame. Frowning, he began to put wrinkled fabric back on, sending out a silent prayer to Salazar Slytherin not to let Mother Weasley catch him in the hallway with his bits hanging out.

Deciding that if he was going to go out there and be discovered half naked, then he was damn well going to make it look like he had done it on purpose, he buttoned down the top and tugged its hem, trying to get as much coverage from it as possible. He thought if he made it straight to his room � luckily not too far from the bathroom � he’d probably be alright. He grabbed his bottoms and wrapped them to hide the uh… mess, and held them in front of his groin for extra coverage.

Holding his head up height as he swung open the squeaky door, and doing his very best to look completely confident in his stride, he walked out, soaking wet, wearing nothing but a shirt. Thankfully, being a Slytherin meant he’d learned to hide his insecurities with fake confidence a long time ago.

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Harry stumbled down the hallway in his bear feet, still half asleep. In the mornings he found his thoughts to be very simplistic: ‘awake’, ‘still sleepy’, ‘gotta piss’, ‘cold outside covers’, and so on. So when on the way to the bathroom he was suddenly greeted to the sight of Malfoy strutting down the hallway, glistening wet with his button down shirt clinging to every sensual shape on his body, Harry’s simplified mind supplied small worded thoughts: ‘sexy’. ‘Hot’ and ‘sexy’ and ‘wet’ and ‘Harry like’.

The blond paused at the sight of him, raising an eyebrow in a shadow of his former arrogance. In his pale, wet hands he held the crumpled up fabric of what Harry assumed was his pajama pants, holding them just where the tails of his shirt ended, preventing Harry from seeing what was down there. A curious thought brushed through his mind, causing him to wonder if Malfoy was wet there too. And then Harry realized he was in fact staring at Malfoy’s groin and had been doing so with his mouth hanging open for a good minute or two. Or five, hell, he didn’t know.

Shit.

Shutting his jaw immediately, the brunette glanced up into a very smug looking face, complete with a crooked eyebrow and a flaunting smirk. It was as if his former confidence had returned overnight, and even half dressed and wet he looked like he could command an army. It was, as his still simple-thinking brain put it, hot. There was a forbidden feeling thrill that came with the idea of a dominating Malfoy.

He watched with a flushed face as Malfoy’s smirk grew into a leer while a pale hand just barely ghosted up his chest, stopping to smoothly push a wet lock of blond hair out of his eyes. The surprisingly intense encounter was broken a moment later as Ron stumbled past, his grumbling suddenly sounding so loud that Harry nearly jumped. The redhead walked on without a passing glance, but his presence was enough to get Harry’s thoughts together enough that he moved aside, keeping his eyes averted from the blond.

He made it to the bathroom � which Ron had stolen for the moment � before chancing a look over his shoulder, only to freeze when he realized Malfoy was doing the very same thing. The pale teen smirked smugly as he slowly opened his bedroom door, pressing his body against it suggestively and dropping the pants within the doorway. Harry was left wondering if he really did see just a glimpse of a hardening cock tenting the front of the shirt before the door was swung shut, or if he had merely imagined the whole thing.

On the other side of his bedroom door, Draco was leaning against it and trying to control the rapid beating of his heart. He took a shuddering breath and closed his eyes. That hadn’t really just happened, had it? He groaned as he moved his hand downward.

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Draco had noticed a very… interesting development. Ever since his little after-shower incident, Potter had been avoiding eye contact with him. In fact, every time Draco did manage to catch his eye, however briefly that was, the brunette’s cheeks seemed to redden. He didn’t know if it was because Prude Potter had just been embarrassed about the situation, but a hopeful part of him wanted it to be more than that. A boy can dream, can’t he? And ‘dream’ he did, so many times he was starting to worry he was going to develop a rash down there.

In fact, the only thing Draco seemed to do now a days was study the books Granger had brought him, and er... dream. He was getting quite good at both. He’d talked himself out of believing that anything could really happen, even if Potter was devouring him with his eyes the other day. They led very different lives, and it wasn’t like life was going to throw them into a convenient situation where events led to them fucking like rabbits or anything, but it would be nice.

He found, to his dismay, at night when it was really quiet and all he was left with were his thoughts that fantasies of doing other things with Potter emerged. The sexual desires he could understand, the other things, though, really didn’t have any right to be lurking in his subconscious wants. It was the worse when he started thinking about his parents, probably lying in a cold cell in Azkaban. Anxieties crept through his veins as the overwhelming amounts of loneliness crashed over him. It was during these dark moments that he would roll up a sheet and lay with his back pressed against it, fantasizing that he wasn’t lying alone in a foreign bed in a house where people hardly tolerated him.

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Harry was worn down, exhausted, and although he greeted everyone with his usual ‘everything is great with me’ nod, he was terrified. He’d gotten the next lead on a possible horcrux location � something he was sure Hermione would start researching in the Black family library tonight, regardless of the dark smudges under her eyes � but Ron and Hermione hadn’t been there with him at the start. When he had ambushed a lone Death Eater, the large man had been surprisingly quick and deadly accurate with whatever it was that he had cast. Harry didn’t know what, he had been so hyped up on adrenaline at the time that when the yellow spell had hit and done nothing, he’d pushed any ideas of danger out of his mind.

Now, though, there was a slight sting in his back, and what he had first thought was sweat running down his spine seemed a little too abundant. He wanted to wait, maybe he had cut himself by accident, rubbed against something sharp. It was no reason to get them worried if it was just a scratch. He knew if his friends found out, particularly Hermione, he’d be getting the ‘we need to be prepared before we go waltzing into a situation like that’ lecture. They had gotten the information, and if Harry had paused to wait for them, the man would have gotten away.

He waited in his room until conversations outside his door lowered to a dull hum, then disappeared altogether. Once he was sure the house was more or less asleep, he crept down the hallway, cursing under his breath every time a loose floorboard creaked under his feet. His hand shook as he cast a silencing charm on the creaky hinges of the bathroom door, but the spell worked and he was able to sneak in silently. He lifted his arm to remove his robe when a sharp bolt of pain ran up his spine, causing a strained cry to escape his lips.

Draco watched from the gap in the bathroom door as Potter slowly dragged up his shirt, hissing. He had heard the footsteps outside his door, along with what he recognized as Potters voice mumbling. He hadn’t know what little inner voyeur had compelled him to step outside his room to see what Potter was up too, but it was the cry of pain that had him pressing his eye up to the gap in the door.

Little by little Potter revealed the angry wound on his lower left back, shinny with blood. The ugly purple mark was a dark spell that Draco recognized by it’s spider web like pattern � one that would start the size of a scratch and grow longer and deeper until cutting the receiver in half. When Potter turned, revealing a good six inch gouge in length on his skin, Draco gasped, and backed away as soon as the startled green eyes spotted him in the mirror.

“Malfoy, wait.” Potter said in a low whisper, hissing when he turned around. Draco hesitated for a moment, like a frightened rabbit ready to bounce away at the slightest movement. He decided, after a few seconds where the panic ebbed away enough for thought once more, that he wasn’t going to let Potter see him play coward. He pulled the door opened, not moving from the hallway, and raised an eyebrow, careful not to let his eyes wander down that chest. Not the right time, he scolded himself.

“You’re hurt,” he said, and kicked himself from how stupidly redundant he sounded. The slight tremble in his voice was only making things worse.

“It’s nothing,” Potter said. Stupid Gryffindor. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Are you insane?” Draco hissed, voice rising a little louder than he had meant. How could Potter be such an idiot? Didn’t he realize that he was going to die if he didn’t get help? A cold sensation pooled in his chest at the thought of Potter lying lifelessly on the ground, body sliced in half.

“Do you know the counter curse?” Potter whispered.

Draco’s head snapped up. “What? No, I… you can’t…”

He could, because Harry was very serious. If he couldn’t heal this up quietly, then Ron and Hermione wouldn’t let him have as much free reign when out on these types of… missions. He had gotten the information he had needed, hadn’t he? So putting himself in that kind of danger in an area full of Death Eaters had been worth it.

“I don’t know how,” Draco said, trying to control the panicked tone in his voice. The only healing spells he was any good at where burns and cuts, or any other common injuries one might receive in the kitchen. A dark spell like this needed a specific counter curse, or healing charm, or a… or a potion.

A memory flashed through his mind, too faint to make out, but there was something from his past. Draco rolled the idea around for a moment, trying to see it from all angles. He knew what the curse was, but how he knew he couldn’t remember. He blinked as something blurry became a little sharper, a little more in focus. It went back, he remembered, from the days when he would practice every kind of potion he could, back when he foolishly thought that might have been a useful skill to help The Dark Lord. Back when he had been childish enough to believe that sleeping droughts and rash removers would be helpful to a madman. Then, just to test his skill, he had practiced the harder stuff � like the potions that would heal dark magic-induced cuts.

“Malfoy?” Draco looked up at Potter’s call, frowning as he took in the pleading gleam in the emerald-green eyes. How could Potter be such an idiot? Did he even know what he was asking of Draco? To aid him in this foolishness would surely mean Azkaban if they were found out. If Potter actually died, he would be blamed, tortured, and killed.

Still… he didn’t want Potter to die. He really didn’t want Potter to die. So maybe Draco could try and help, only this once, in hopes the idiot would defeat the sick monster that was causing this whole mess, currently stationed in his childhood home. But dammit, he’d never forgive Potter if he got killed because of this.

-TBC

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Dezra

Yeah, Draco will be top, as per the original request. XD

linagabriev

Thank you! *hugs*

Yes, Draco giving advice to Ron is so kind, don't you think? But I bet it's the last time he attepts that considering the results he got. XD

hieisdragoness18

^_^ Draco definitely will come out his shell... eventually...

Anon (Sara)

Thanks! Sorry the update took so long!

DTDY

Sorry about the traumatizing sleep over with your cousin! I stayed at a hotel one time when the people next door were a little... vocal. My sister and I still laugh about it. :)

Jilliane

Real life is good at kicking people in the ass. *Nods and points to self*

I'm not sure if you're following this on AFF or LJ now, but either way, thank you!

Merenwen Nenya

XD I have a feeling that my chapters will be getting a little longer in the future.

They kiss... er very soon. Within the next few chapters. : )

thrnbrooke

Thanks for the review!

poetryst

Thank you! Sorry, I never intended on abandoning it, just got held up for a while. I'll finish it though, I'm too suborn to leave it undone. : D
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