The Erotic Adventures of Potter And Malfoy

Chapter 10

“Have they woken at all yet, Poppy?”

Bright early morning sunlight shone dimly through the closed blue curtains in the Hospital Wing, filling the room with a dull blue light that made it feel under water. Madame Pomfrey’s shoes clicked on the floor as she walked closer to the visitor.
“No, Headmaster, they haven’t woken at all. When the Weasley boy bought them in he said they’d been at the top of the Western Tower. They were unconscious in each other’s arms. Soaked through. Whatever possessed them to go up there?”
“We shan’t know until they see fit to tell us, Poppy,” Dumbledore answered. “What medication have you given them?”
“I’ve given them a Pepper-Up Potion as a preventative for the imminent cold, and a potion for dreamless sleep. Well, had to force them down their necks, really.” Dumbledore nodded solemnly. “But it should only have kept them asleep for eight hours, Headmaster, they haven’t even moved for three days!”
“That is not a result of the potion, Poppy,” Dumbledore reassured her “they hadn’t slept properly, if at afor for a long time. Sometimes the body just says ‘sleep’. They’ll wake when they can.”

Both Professor Dumbledore and Madame Pomfrey looked at them for a moment. Harry, his dark eyelashes a stark blackness on his pale skin, his mouth open slightly, his hair even messier than usual, massed around his head like a black halo. He lay flat on his back as though dead, the insides of his wrists upwards. Draco was even paler than Harry, his hair in sweat-stained strands across his forehead, his skin an almost translucent papery white. The only thing of colour on him was a livid bruise on his left cheek.

“So thin…” mused Madame Pomfrey, brushing the sweaty strands off Draco’s face. “So pale… They refused to let me treat them, Headmaster. Point blank refused…” Dumbledore looked again at the sleepers and shook his head, his long silver beard swaying with the movement.
“Poppy, when they finally wake, kindly have me notified and once they’ve eaten something, if they wish to eat, please tell them to come and see me.”

“Where the hell is he? Harry? Harry! You don’t think he went after Malfoy, do you?”
“Where would Malfoy go though? I think he did, Ron, I think he’s tried to find him.”
“I’ll check our dorm.”

A few seconds later.

“Hermione! The Marauder’s Map! It’s showing!”
“Where are they?”
“They’re on the Western Tower. Oh, quick, Hermione, come on!”

Still Harry and Draco slept, locked into slumber by exhaustion, fragile under their warm wool blankets.

“Jesus, Hermione, they’re frozen. Take Malfoy, he looks lighter, I’ll take Harry.”
“They’re so cold, Ron. And wet through.”
“Can you manage Malfoy?”
“Yes. Lets get them to the hospital wing.”
Harry sighed in his sleep. Draco’s eyes fluttered lightly.

“What you done to Draco?”
“Fuck off, Cr!”
!”
“Ron!”

Draco’s feet twitched slightly under his blanket. Harry’s hand moved a fraction.

“Potter! And Malfoy! What’s happened to them?”
“We don’t know, Madame Pomfrey, we just looked for them in the towers.”
“They were on top of the Western one, wrapped up together. Is Harry going to be okay?”
“I don’t know at the moment, Mr Weasley. I’ll let you know when I’ve given them some medicine and gotten them into bed.”

Harry opened his eyes and blinked bemusedly at the blur in front of him. He suddenly realised why it was blurred, and stretched out a questing hand. He found his glasses next to his bed, on the bedside table and put them on. Hospital wing. That was funny; all he remembered was the storm and Draco kissing him…

Draco kissing him.

Harry looked around quickly, and saw the pale form next to him. He pushed the covers back and swung his legs to the side, then lowered himself to the floor. His legs shook and he almost fell, but managed to grab hold of the bed in time. Jesus, he was thin. Harry looked at himself and Draco in shock, and then walked unsteadily over to Draco’s bed. He was still asleep, and Harry stroked his hair lightly, trying not to look at the bruise on Draco’s cheek from where Harry had hit him. It was fading slightly, at least. Draco’s eyes fluttered as Harry stroked his other cheek, and he opened them.

“Harry,” he said, his voice still hoarse. Harry bent and kissed him lightly.
“Oh, you’re awake, are you?” he heard Madame Pomfrey say behind him. Draco pushed him off.
“We still not sure what’s going on, Harry. Don’t make this harder than it already is.”
“What?” Harry said, turning back to Draco.
“If this is an enchantment, I don’t want a part of it. I don’t want it if it’s fake, Harry, no matter how much it hurts.” Madame Pomfrey bustled over to them again, holding up their own clean robes for them.
“You have to go and see the Headmaster,” she said, throwing Harry his robes. Harry pulled the screen closed on his bed before changing out of the huge Hospital Wing pyjamas.

When he emerged, Draco looked more like his usual self, aside from the mark on his cheek, the bone of which was more prominent than ever. Were it not for the dark shadows under his eyes, Draco could have been an elf. Harry smiled at him sadly. His own hair stood up madly, and Harry raked his fingers through it, making the long strains cling down the side of his face.
“Well, come on then,” said Draco and walked slowly towards the door. Harry followed him, resisting the urge to try and sneak a look at his arse. Harry had to guide Draco to the gargoyle, which leapt aside automatically for him. Harry raised his eyebrows at the lack of a password and they stepped onto the spiral staircase behind it and rode it up to the thick oak door at the top. Harry reached for the griffon-shaped knocker, and banged three times on the door. It was opened quickly and Albus Dumbledore smiled at them and said, “Hello, Harry. Hello Draco,” and invited them inside.

“So,” he said, gazing at them from under his bushy silver eyebrows, “How do you feel?” Harry looked around the room, seeing that Fawkes on his perch by the door, and the whirring silver instruments were still there. He smiled, unsure of himself.
“I’ve been better,” Draco muttered.
“What’s going to happen to us?” Harry asked, suddenly feeling concerned. They’d missed a lot of schoolwork, obviously.
“There will be no punishment, Harry,” Dumbledore said calmly.
“What’s going to happen to Snape?” Dumbledore looked surprised.
“Why, nothing,” he said. “Snape never intended that, or any of this, for that matter, to happen.” He paused and took a deep breath. “I am going to ask that you keep quiet during what I am about to tell you. Any questions you might want to ask can wait.”

“When I was still a Transfiguration teacher, when Snape and both your fathers were about your age, before the first rise of Voldemort, there was a couple as notorious as you, if not more so. They were renowned for the novel places they had managed to copulate, renowned for their casual manner with each other. Renowned because, in their times, they were the darlings of their houses and mortal enemies and no-one could believe they had come together. And of course this provoked jealousy in some. Snape was in desperate love with this couple, though the feeling was unrequited. I know this because Snape himself came to see me last night, with the fragments of a charmed book he had written when he was your age – ”

Draco interrupted him, “Snape wrote that?” he shrieked. Dumbledore looked at him askance for a second.
“Yes, Draco, Severus Snape did write that book, though it wasn’t credited and he hid it in the restricted section. Snape claims that he didn’t send the book to you, Harry, but maybe it got slipped into your own books somehow by another student.” Harry nodded, trying to get this straight in his head.

“The book,” Dumbledore continued, “was really only a collection of feverish thoughts and fantasies about the couple we were talking ab –”
Harry choked and spluttered, “But the characters in the book were Potter and Malfoy. You’re not telling me that – ”
“Your father, Harry, was indeed…shall we say, linked with Draco’s father.” Seeing that Harry was bursting with a question, Dumbledore relented.
“But my Dad wasn’t gay, was he? How could he have fallen in love with my Mum?”
“Your father was never in love with Lucius, Harry. He took one look at Lily and was lost to her, to her love. I think Lucius felt betrayed by it nonetheless, because the discontinuation of that relationship really focused his interest in the Dark Arts.” Draco was silent.

“As you know, the book is written using the names Potter and Malfoy rather than James and Lucius. I suppose Severus never thought they’d be having children. I believe Severus’ original plan was to get them to read the book and bewitch themselves, and then his inclusion as an extra would have come about. But Lily got there too fast, and the goal was never achieved. The book was put away, but was still charmed and potent, and then you got your hands on it. Then, because the names were the same, both of you got bewitched and rather heavily too.”

Draco closed his eyes, shaking, and Harry, too curious to feel particularly sad said “And when I hit it into the fire…”
“It was like Tom Riddle’s diary, yes Harry. The book got destroyed, and the spell broke.”

It was then that Harry realised Draco was crying softly to himself.
“Draco…” he said, but he quailed at the furious look in Draco’s eyes.
“Shouldn’t it be Malfoy?” He spat. “We were under a spell, Harry. It didn’t mean anything. Everything we said, we did…. It was all under a spell, nothing was real.” Harry stood up, understanding now, his heart suddenly missing from inside him and numbness taking the space. He visibly swayed, and then sat heavily in the chair and put his head in his hands.

Dumbledore held up his hands.
“Draco…You are not charmed any more. Initially, yes, but from what I’ve gleaned from students and staff alike, you were far more deeply involved than just sex. The book only iredired lust between the people involved, not feelings of the heart. And it’s destroyed, don’t you see that its taint has gone now?” he asked calmly.
“Draco, on the tower… you kissed me.” Harry said, wiping moisture off his eyelashes. “You kissed me and the book was destroyed. And you still kissed me. And when I woke up this morning, I wanted you so much and you pushed me away.”

Draco said nothing, but looked up at Harry with tear filled eyes. He took a deep shuddering breath and seemed about to speak, but words failed him, and he bolted, with a surprising amount of speed, for the doorway.

Harry started after him, but paused when he heard Dumbledore start to speak again.
“You’ve already lost someone who was willing to die for their love of you, Harry. For both your sakes, I hope you ot lot lose this one as well. Quickly now, go after him.”