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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: Hello you all. I'm back. Sorry for taking such time to update - but life got in the way. You know how it is sometimes.

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Harry slowly woke up and felt the warmth around him. His ears twisted around to pick up some indication as to where he was. But all was quiet. He felt the somewhat soft material he was lying on – it didn’t feel all that uncomfortable. He suppressed a small yawn and at that same time he picked up on a low chuckle. His eyes shot up and he found himself looking into Draco Malfoy´s silver eyes. The blonde boy was still lying in his own bed. When he saw that Harry was awake he smiled.

“Good morning kitten,” he said. “Did you sleep alright?”

Harry crooked his head and looked back at the blonde while raising an eyebrow – did he really expect an answer?

“You snore,” Draco smirked and Harry couldn’t resist the urge to roll his eyes.

So do you, he answered with a mewl and looked offended.

“But then again,” Draco continued and stretched out more in the bed. “So do I. Or at least that’s what my dorm mates have been telling me all these years.”

He chuckled again and Harry looked at him curiously. Was the blonde able to understand him? He didn’t want to think that he was and then be disappointed to realise that it was nothing but a coincidence. So instead he pushed that thought far back into his mind and yawned.

“I need to give you a name little one,” the blonde said when Harry had closed his mouth. “I can’t keep calling you kitten or little one much longer, can I?”

For a moment he looked at Harry in silence and Harry could almost hear the wheels in his head turning with the effort of coming up with something.

“I could call you Ebony,” Draco mused.

Harry looked at him sceptically but Draco just continued talking.

“But that sounds too feminine…and so does Emerald…”

Too right it does, Harry said but the blonde didn’t seem to notice him talking.

“Or I could name Shadow. Shadow…hrm…that sounds nice.” He tasted the name a few times and looked pleased, but that soon turned into a frown.

“No. It’s too long. I’d just end up calling you Shay or something stupid like that. Nightmare is too long as well. I want to give you a name that suites your looks. I know, I can call you Bla…on the other hand no,” Draco got quiet for a moment and Harry realised that he’d been thinking about the name Black. He swallowed and was glad that the other boy decided against it.

“That name has too many bad memories – even if it is a family name. No, it doesn’t work.”

He looked over at Harry again and crooked his head.

“This was harder than expected. You need a name.”

Harry sighed and yawned again. This would take all day. He still felt tired and put his head down on the parchments again. He half closed his eyes and relaxed – he still wanted to keep at least half an eye on the blonde that continued on his musing.

“What else can be associated with the dark? Oh, I know: Nox. That is easy enough to say and it fits you really well. What do you say kitten?”

Harry realised that Draco was talking directly to him and looked over to the bed.

“Do you like the name Nox?”

Nox? Harry tasted the name a few times and found that it wasn’t all too bad. He gave an approving mewl and Draco smiled at him.

“There we go. That wasn’t too hard now, was it Nox?”

Harry almost smiled at his enthusiasm but reminded himself that it was still Draco Malfoy. Suddenly Harry didn’t feel all that safe where he lay. He was still in the Malfoy Manor which only held threats to him. That thought made him realise that he lay in an open place and that he didn’t have a good enough view of his surroundings. He wanted to get back to underneath the couch – at least there he couldn’t be reached without his permission.

With the thoughts of the couch he tried to get up. But as soon as he pushed back with his hind legs he let out a painful mewl - he’d forgotten about the injury.

“Alright, that’s it Nox,” Draco said and sat up. “I’m taking you to the healer. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

Harry bit back another mewl and managed to get up before Draco had the time to leave his bed. The blonde boy made his way over to the desk, but Harry didn’t want to be touched. So before Draco came over to him he jumped down onto the floor. He knew it would hurt, but the pain that shot through his body as he connected with the floor was more than he’d imagined. He whimpered as he limped his way over to the couch. He could feel Draco’s eyes upon him all the way but he wasn’t in the mood to think about that. He was in pain but he didn’t want to go to the healer.

Once he’d crawled back underneath the couch and safely curled up against the wall he looked out across the floor to see what happened. He saw Draco walk up to the couch and go down on his knees and lay flat on the floor. Harry saw that the blonde has pulled on a sweater and he could see worry in the boy’s eyes.

“I’ll be back in a moment Nox,” he said and Harry could see that there was more that he wanted to say. “I don’t want to see you in more pain.”

Then he got up and Harry heard how he left the room. The door closed and Harry listened closely to the footsteps that disappeared along the corridor. When he couldn’t hear them anymore he let out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding.

For a second he wondered if there was anywhere he could hide so that Draco wouldn’t find him and take him to the healer. But he quickly came to the conclusion that there was nowhere for him to hide. He made a small movement and whimpered as pain shot through him again. He wouldn’t be surprised if the wound had become infected. If it were up to him he wouldn’t move at all until it healed.

As soon as that thought had crossed his mind his stomach rumbled. He sighed. He could smell the fresh food in the bowl by the other wall. It had been refilled sometime during the morning while he was still asleep. He cursed to himself that he hadn’t noticed that someone had entered the room without him noticing.

Soon he heard the door open again and he could see Draco’s feet stop just in front of the couch. Something was put down on the couch – Harry could hear the feathers in the couch creaked.

The blonde’s feet left and Harry saw how he walked over to the closet across the bed. He could hear it open and he could only guess that Draco was putting on some new clothes. But Harry was more curious about what had been put on the couch. He thought about moving out and have a quick look while Draco was occupied with his clothes – but before he had the time to even think twice about moving he saw Draco’s knees on the other side of the couch. Harry curled up closer to the wall and tried to make himself as small as possible.

“Alright Nox,” Draco said as he lay down on the floor. “We are going to go on a little trip.”

He smiled at Harry and stuck his arm in underneath the couch trying to reach Harry. Harry let out a small hiss and batted at the hand with his paw.

“I just want to help you.” Draco looked apologetically at him and Harry felt the fingers brush his fur.

He hissed again and batted harder at Draco’s hand. He saw a flicker of pain run over the other boy’s face and he realised that he’d used his claws.

Don’t touch me, he hissed again and barred his teeth.

“You’re coming out of there whether you want to or not,” Draco said with determination and took hold of Harry’s fur.

Then he started to pull his arm closer to him and Harry felt how he was removed from the wall. He mewled and hissed in distress at being dragged out into the room, but there was nothing he could do – Draco’s hold was too firm for him to break away from.

“Calm down beauty,” Draco soothed as Harry was out in the open again.

He grip on his fur loosened and he started to fight against the hold. The pain was temporarily forgotten as he squirmed around in an effort to get free. Suddenly there was a hand on the scruff of his neck and he felt how the other hand let go. In a second he stilled and his body grew limp in the hold.

“I’m sorry,” Draco mumbled and got up from the floor. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself more.”

Harry looked up at him – hurt and offended by the treatment. He wanted to keep fighting but there was something in him that told him that when held in the scruff of his neck he should keep still. He looked over at the couch and saw a basked standing there. And he realised that Draco was about to put him in there. The basket looked small and he didn’t want to be put into something that small and probably be locked into it as well. A distressed whimper left him and he felt Draco still in his movements.

“I’m just going to put you in the basket Nox,” Draco soothed again. “It’s safer for you to travel with the floo if you’re safely seated in it. That way I won’t risk losing you through the wrong chimney.”

You just don’t want me to escape, Harry mumbled and heard the displeased mewls that left him.

“It doesn’t matter what you think, I don’t want to risk your safety just because you’re stubborn.”

And with that Harry was shoved down in the basked before he had time to react. As soon as Draco’s hand left him he tried to leave the basket, but there seemed to be an invisible lid over it. It seemed like a cruel joke that he was able to see everything above him as if being free but not being able to reach it. And with the basked smaller on the inside than he thought he was close to panic.

Please, he begged. Let me out. I don’t want to be here. Please.

The basked moved and Harry saw that Draco had taken hold of the big handle that went across the top and lifted the basket from the couch.

“You just keep calm now,” he smiled with a worried hint to his voice. “You’ll be out of there in just a little while.”

As they left the room Draco kept saying calming words to him but Harry had stopped listening. Instead he curled up against the basket’s wall and started purring to keep himself calm. He didn’t understand why, but the purring kept him grounded – kept him from panicking.

Draco didn’t stop until they were in the same room that they had landed in when they came through the floo the previous day. But before Draco stepped into the fireplace there was a soft voice that spoke to him from behind.

“Where are you going Draco?”

Harry recognised Narcissa’s voice.

“I’m taking Nox to the healer mother,” Draco said and Harry felt how they turned around.

“You’ve named him Nox?”

Harry could hear the smile and almost hear the lifted eyebrow.

“Yes, I thought it suited him.”

“It does.”

“He’s hurt and I don’t want him to be in pain.”

The worry in his voice sounded genuine and Harry knew that he meant it.

“Of course. Do you have money with you?”

“Yes mother.”

“Good. See you in a while then.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

Draco turned back to the fireplace and stepped inside. Harry closed his eyes and purred louder to keep the traveling as far away from himself as possible.

“St George’s,” Draco said and Harry felt how the green flames consumed them.

As soon as the world stopped spinning and wave of new scents hit Harry. He couldn’t identify them all but he was quite sure that they came from different kind of animals. He felt how Draco started walking and the scents became stronger. He also heard so many different sounds and noises that it was hard to hear anything at all – everything just became a blur.

Then Draco stopped and a woman asked who he was.

“Draco Malfoy. I’m here to see Healer Fox.”

“I see,“ the sweet voice said again. “Just follow this corridor straight ahead to the feline ward and sit down and wait. Healer Fox will be with you as soon as she can.”

Draco didn’t give an answer to that but started walking. Harry curled closer to himself and prayed to anyone who wanted to listen that they wouldn’t find out who he was. Sure, he wanted to get help and get back to his usual body – but he didn’t want the help of Draco Malfoy. And if it was found out who he was Draco was more than likely to turn him in to the death eaters and Voldemort – and then it would be bye, bye Potter.

Draco must have noticed his fear because he’d started speaking soothing nonsense again. Harry didn’t really listen to the words but he had to admit that the tone of the voice was calming, and mixed with his own purrs it kept him calmer than he thought possible in this situation.

He didn’t know for how long Draco walked but suddenly he found the basket being put down. He opened his eyes and looked up. He could see Draco leaning over the handle of the basket and looking down on him. A soft smile lay on his lips and he was just about to say something when a woman called his name. He got up and they walked into another room.

When they came in to the room Harry wrinkled his nose and sneezed. He didn’t like the scent of this room. It was almost as if there wasn’t any scent – like someone had cleaned the room of any traces of recognition. All he could scent – except a faint human scent – was something that reminded him of alcohol. He quickly came to the conclusion that he didn’t like this room one bit.

“Mr Malfoy, I’m Healer Fox. What can I do for you today?”

The basket was put down on a hard surface and Harry looked up. All he could see was a white ceiling.

“My cat is in pain. I need you to help him.” Once more Harry was surprised of the worry in the voice. He wondered how long it would take before he would get used to it.

A hand was suddenly put down in to the basket and Harry shied away. He mewled softly in a plea to be left alone. But instead of being lifted out of the basket the hand slowly started to stroke his fur.

“Hello beautiful,” a soft female voice said. “I’m Healer Fox and I’m going to help you. I won’t hurt you, I promise. May I lift you out of the basket?”

Harry calmed down when the woman spoke to him and he relaxed into her touch. She made him feel safe, so when she asked if she could pick him up he started to purr and let himself be lifted up.

“Such a good boy,” she smiled and held him close for a moment.

He was held close to her heart and could hear it beat. And the hand that scratched him behind his ear was sinful. He relaxed even more and almost forgot where he was. Then suddenly the magic was broken when he heard Draco’s voice.

“I haven’t been able to do that yet.” Harry could hear the pout on the voice and smiled – he didn’t know that Malfoys pouted.

“Have you had him long?” the healer asked and continued to stroke Harry’s fur.

“I found him yesterday. He’s a stray. I named him Nox,” Draco answered and Harry thought that he could detect some jealousy in the voice.

“I see,” the healer said.

While continuing to pet him she slowly put Harry down on the same metal table where the basket was. He whimpered a bit at the loss and also a bit from pain as his leg accidently bumped into her body.

The table was cold and Harry curled back into a ball to keep warm and safe – but the calming hand never left his body.

“He doesn’t look like a stray,” he healer said and Harry could feel two sets of eyes upon him.

“I know. I wonder if someone misses him…”

The hand stopped stroking Harry’s fur and the hand left his back. He suddenly felt lost and alone laying there on the table.

“What are you doing?” he suddenly heard Draco say.

He opened his eyes and saw that the healer had taken out a wand. He whimpered and tried to shy away again. But the healer whispered something he couldn’t hear, but it made him feel safe again.

“I’m just going to gather his general stats in a journal so I know how to proceed. I’m not going to hurt him,” the healer answered and Harry saw her wave the wand over him.

Seconds later he saw a parchment in her other hand. She put away her wand and started stroking his fur once more.

She looked down on the parchment in her hand and Harry could see a small wrinkle form on her face. It also seemed as if Draco noticed the same thing.

“What’s wrong?” Draco asked and came closer.

Harry looked up at the blonde and saw him struggle with himself to keep his hands away from Harry’s fur. Harry couldn’t help but smile as he saw it – the boy apparently remembered his promise from the day before.

“He’s two years old,” the healer said and Harry heard concern in her voice.

“Isn’t he too tiny to be two years?”

“Yes he his. But the stats showing his malnutrition might be the reason for that.”

Harry sighed – at least they hadn’t found out who he was. And the news about him suffering from malnutrition wasn’t shocking. Harry’s always known that the childhood and summer starvings would show one way or another.

“What?” Draco’s voice cut through Harry’s musings.

“It looks like he hasn’t been treated well wherever he’s come from. That might be the reason he left.”

“Can you do anything to cure it? Can I?”

“Of course Mr Malfoy,” the healer seemed to smile through his concern. “I would have given him a nutritious potion, but with the infection in his body he would not react well to it. So what I can suggest it that you make sure that he eats properly. Be sure that he eats three times a day. But only three times a day. Have specific times when you feed him and don’t give him anything in between meals. Since he probably haven’t eaten well in the past he might overeat when there’s food in the tray.”

“What should I feed him?”

“Fat fish, vegetables and protein – preferably potato or rice.”

Harry licked his mouth – that sounded like a wonderful diet to be on. And if what he’d received the day before was anything to go at then he knew that he would only get really good food, especially now if Draco knew that he needed it.

“Of course. He lives with me and only the best is good enough for a Malfoy,” Draco said and managed to sound both concerned, offended and arrogant in one go.

Harry snorted – it was just like he’d thought.

“Good,” The healer continued and put down the parchment. “And also, before you leave I would like for you to book a new appointment in the reception. I want you to come back here in three weeks so that I can make sure that this little beauty is going in the right direction with his stats. Okay?”

Draco nodded.

A second later Harry felt a soft hand stroke his fur again and he looked up and saw the healer smiling back at him. He saw concern in her eyes and knew that it was because of what she’d seen in the journal she’d created. He wasn’t too bothered with the concern – as long as it wasn’t pity. He didn’t like it when people pitied him.

The soft hand stroke along his back and he felt himself relax into the touch, and before he knew it he was purring. The healer chuckled softly and started to scratch him behind one of his ears – Harry felt as if he was in heaven.

“Alright beauty,” she said with a soft voice. “I’m going to have a look at the wound that is causing you pain. It might hurt, but I want you to keep calm. Can you do that for me?”

Harry knew she didn’t expect an answer and he was very aware of the fact that yes, it would hurt and no, he would not be able to keep as calm as she would want. But he took a deep breath and braced himself for the worst.

“Good boy,” she smiled and let her hand stroke back along his back.

Harry could feel how she closed in on his injured leg and couldn’t help but tens up in fear of what would come. He was used to pain from all of the things he’d been through during his younger years – but that didn’t mean that he liked it and wouldn’t fight against it if he could.

He heard how she spoke soothing words to him to keep him thinking of something else, but the hand on his body was too hard to ignore.

The soft hand moved down from his back and down his side and his thigh. A finger ghosted over the wound and Harry couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped him – it hurt. He wanted to pull his leg away from the hand but knew that it would be impossible.

The hand was joined by another that took hold of his leg to keep him still as the first hand moved the fur around to find the wound. Harry fought against the hold. The pain shot through him but he didn’t really care. He didn’t like to be held like that and he didn’t like the pain that followed. Once more he felt that he just wanted to run away and hide – but he couldn’t get anywhere.

He whimpered and mewled trying to beg the healer to let him go. He looked up at Draco with his biggest eyes and pleaded him to help. But Draco just looked back at him sadly and whispered some soothing words.

Seconds later both hands left his body and Harry couldn’t help himself but moved closer to the basket – away from the healer. He curled into a ball and wrapped his tail around him. He tried to make himself as small as possible and hid the parts of him that they could take hold of.

“I’m sorry Nox,” the healer said and tried to pet him – but Harry shied away from the touch. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, but in order to heal you I have to know what kind of injury you have.”

“Can you help him?” Draco asked and Harry could hear an almost inaudible tremor in his voice.

“Of course,” the healer said and smiled at him. “The pain comes from a bite he’s received that has become infected. I can take away the infection and heal the wound. But he will probably still feel some pain for a few days – but not so much that it will bother him. And he will most likely be very tired at least for the rest of the day. The infection and wound will be gone, but the body’s defence against the infection will linger and it will take a lot of his energy to make it go away.”

“Can’t you do anything about that? A potion or something?”

“I’m afraid not. I have a potion but that would react badly with his lack of nutrition. It would make him sick – and that is something we want to avoid in his current state.”

Harry’s head was hidden behind his tail so he didn’t see what was happening – but his ears kept flicking back and forth between the two humans present. He knew that Draco wanted to complain some more – and probably try to pay for some other answers. But the blonde kept quiet. Harry smiled and wondered how often that happened. Then he heard a wand being drawn and he felt more than heard or saw how it was pointed at him. A hand was placed on his back and calmly stroke him and he knew it was to keep him calm and grounded.

Then he heard a silent charm being whispered and he felt himself being surrounded by something soft and warm. He looked up slightly and saw that there was nothing surrounding him – just a feeling. Then all the warmth sought out the wound in his leg. The warmth became intense and it started burning. He let out a small whimper and the hand on his back started stroking him soothingly as soft words accompanied it.

The heath intensified and Harry wanted to pull away, but was unable to move. Then he felt as if something was drawn out of his leg. The warmth seemed to shoot out of his skin and pull something with it. He screamed in pain. The hand and words tried to keep him calm but all he wanted to do was to cry and hide.

But seconds later it was gone. The pain and the warmth had left him and he felt boneless. He lay still and breathed heavily as he tried to regain control of himself again. The hand was still on his fur and stroked him softly. He looked up with half an eye and saw the healer smiling down at him. Slowly he turned his head and saw Draco standing on the other side of the table and he looked paler than usual.

“It’s over now beauty,” the healer said – but Harry didn’t know if she was speaking to him or to Draco.

She picked him up carefully and held him to her chest again. Harry closed his eyes and relaxed to the beating of her heart. He hardly noticed the hand that stroke over the leg that had caused such pain just a moment ago. Then he was gently put back down into the basket where he curled up against the wall and started to purr.

He heard how the healer started to talk to Draco, but he didn’t really listen to what was being said – he felt too tired to care. So instead he closed his eyes and felt himself drift off to sleep.

Harry felt how someone was taking hold of him and the firmness below him disappeared. He opened his eyes and realised that he was gently lifted out of the basket. He yawned and blinked a few times. Everything around him was green and seconds later he was put down on something so soft that it could only be heaven.

“You should keep sleeping Nox,” Draco said softly and smiled at him. “Then you will feel much better.”

Harry had to agree that sleeping on this soft material would certainly make him feel better. He wiggled a bit to get deeper into the softness and he heard Draco chuckle. He resisted the urge to stick out his tongue – he was much too comfortable.

He was just about to close his eyes again as he felt his stomach clench. Then he remembered that he’d forgotten to eat before being taken to the healer. And now his stomach was protesting. But Harry didn’t want to get up to eat – he was too tired for that. As his stomach growled he let out a small mewl and asked it to be quiet.

“What’s the matter?” Draco asked and sat down next to him.

Hungry, Harry mewled and curled up tighter.

“I see,” Draco said and left the bed for a moment. “You didn’t eat your breakfast.”

The bed dipped again and Harry could feel the wonderful scent of fish. He uncurled a bit while debating with himself whether he should move closer to the food or if he should let the food come to him. Thankfully he didn’t have to think too much about it as he saw Draco’s hand come closer – and in that hand he saw a big piece of fish.

The hand stopped a few inches from Harry and he groaned at the prospect of having to move. But the scent was too alluring to ignore. He moved a little bit closer and sniffed suspiciously at the piece of fish. It smelt even better up close and he gave it a few testing licks before he sunk his teeth into it.

“Just so you know, I normally don’t approve of eating in bed,” Draco chuckled as he let go of the fish so that Harry could swallow it. “But seeing as you’re technically still sick I’ll make an exception,” he continued and gave Harry another piece of fish.

Harry happily accepted every piece that he was offered and it wasn’t until he let out a small burp of contentment that he realised that he’d eaten a whole meal from the blonde’s hands. He looked up shyly and saw Draco smile back at him.

“I take it that you’re full,” the blonde said and left the bed. “I’m going to leave you alone now, so I suggest that you get some sleep.”

Harry blinked at the other boy and started to lick his paws. He’d just eaten and it seemed like a good idea to clean them. He had to supress a smile as he went through the process of cleaning. Here he was – sitting in Draco Malfoy’s bed and cleaning himself – and he realised that it felt quite nice. So far the only thing that had happened was that Draco had showed him just how much he cared. Sure, Harry was a cat and that was what Draco thought of him. But he still felt more at ease than he’d done in a long time. Maybe being rescued by a Malfoy wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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