Summer with Draco

Here is chapter ten. I am sorry for the long wait. RL is kicking me in the butt, not to mention, my computer kept messing up and losing this chapter. I think I wrote it 4 times. Hope you like it.

Chapter Ten:

Harry and Draco ran down to the Quidditch Pitch hand in hand. They were both extremely excited to be able to fly together. They had always flown AGAINST each other before, albeit on a broom. This time they would be in their animagus form, and they would be together.

They reached the pitch, and both transformed. Harry into a beautiful scarlet red Phoenix, and Draco into a gorgeous silver dwarf dragon. They took off, Draco a little wobbly since he had not been able to fly before in this form. After a few minutes, Draco managed to get the hang of it. He was a natural flyer after all.

Soon, they were soaring over the pitch, side by side. It was exhilarating for the both of them. Anybody looking at them would be struck breathless. They were fluid, and graceful. Red meeting silver in the air. It was a wondrous sight. All too soon it was time to come back down.

“Wow Harry! That was brilliant! It was all I dreamed it would be.” Shouted Draco.

“I know! I hope we can do it again soon. And Merlin, it turned me on!” Harry punctuated that remark by pulling Draco closer so he could feel his erection, and snogging him breathless.

“Lets go talk with Dumbledore so we can get home and I can shag you senseless.”

Draco groaned in anticipation and they ran back up to Dumbledores office, stopping occasionally to get a grope and snog in.

When they reached his office, the gargoyle opened immediately for them and they rode the stairs to the inner door.

“Ahh. Gentlemen, did you have a nice fly?”

“Yes sir.” they answered in unison.

“Good. Good. Would you boys like a cup of tea?”

“No sir. Could you please just tell us what is going on?” demanded Draco.

Now that the excitement and adrenaline had worn off, he was itching to know what Dumbledore was keeping from them.

“Very well. Please take a seat. The last couple of days, Voldemort has been active. A few muggles have been kidnapped and killed. Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape were called last night and haven’t returned yet. They are alive, so don’t panic. The charms on them alert me if their life signs stop. Go back to Grimmauld Place. I will let you know when they return.”

Harry stood up and walked to the edge of Dumbledore’s desk. He was furious.

“Why do you keep things from me sir? I have been locked up in that house for over a month! I could be out doing something to stop him! Two people are dead, and two of our people might be in danger! Yet you still keep things from me! Give me something to do, don’t just lock me up until you need me!”

“Harry. Please just go back to Grimmauld Place. When I have something for you to do, I will let you know.”

Harry just shot Dumbledore a dirty look, and they walked to the fireplace. They didn’t get very far though, because the office door burst open and Snape rushed through.

“Albus! You must get to the hospital wing immediately! Lucius is hurt very bad!”

Then he saw Harry and Draco and his eyes widened.

“Draco! What are you doing here?”

“Going to see my father apparently.” growled Draco, before rushing out of the office. They all quickly followed, with Snape explaining along the way.

“Voldemort called us yesterday, which was unusual for me because he had barely called me in months. When we got there, I knew something was wrong right away. He fixated on Lucius immediately. He delved into his mind so abruptly, he had no chance to shield himself. I don’t know what made him suspect that Lucius was a spy, but he found what he was looking for. He then tortured him for hours trying to get information on you, the Order, Harry and the whereabouts of Draco. What was so scary is that he didn’t really need to torture him. He could have gotten most of what he wanted through Legimency. He tortured him for fun. It if wasn’t for the subtle glamours I performed and potions that I slipped him, he would be dead. The potions made him appear dead, so Voldemort would stop torturing him. He still might not make it.”

“Professor, why didn’t he see that you are a spy also, when he was in Mr. Malfoy’s mind?” asked Harry.

“Because Dumbledore had a very strong block on his mind. That was a section of his mind that he could not access, no matter how hard he tried. He has his suspicions though. Has for months. I think that is why he had stopped calling me lately. I may very well be next. At the very least, he will check anybody that was close to Lucius, if not all his followers. If I go back, I will most certainly be found out.”

“Then don’t go back! Draco will be devastated if he loses either of you, and I think it would kill me if he loses both! He already lost his mum! Don’t do this to him!”

Fortunately for Harry, Draco was far ahead of them, because Draco would be furious at him for thinking him not strong enough to handle losing his father and god father. But Harry knew that even the strongest person would have trouble handling the loss of everybody they loved. He would know after all.

“Gentlemen, we will sit down and discuss this after we have seen Lucius.” Dumbledore said, as they pushed open the doors to the hospital wing.

Draco was standing near the bed, but far enough away that he was out of Madam Pomphrey’s way.

Harry walked up behind Draco and put his arms around him. He leaned down to his ear and whispered, “I’m sure he will be okay love. He is a strong man. He won’t let this stop him from doing what he needs to do.”


“Harry, just look at him!” choked Draco, pointing at his father.

Harry turned to fully give his attention to Lucius Malfoy since he entered the hospital wing. The proud, strong man was gone. In his place was a bloody wreck. He had numerous cuts, scrapes and gashes all over his body. His nose was a bloody, mangled pulp on his face and his left eye was swollen shut and caked with blood. There appeared to be a trickle of blood from his mouth and Harry wondered if there was internal bleeding.

The fingers on his right hand were obviously smashed. They looked like somebody had stomped on them repeatedly. He was twitching and convulsing, a sure sign that he had suffered crucio more than once. One didn’t twitch like that unless one had been exposed to the Unforgivable repeatedly.

“I know he looks bad, but he is a very strong man, and Madam Pomphrey is a brilliant med witch. He will be okay. I am sure of it.”

Draco turned around and buried his face on Harry’s shoulder. His shoulders shook as he cried for his father.

Professor Snape approached and put his hand on Draco’s shoulder.

“Draco, why don’t you go sit in Madam Pomphrey’s office. We need to work on your father. We will come get you when we are done.”

Draco nodded and wiped his eyes, and with one last look at his father, followed Harry to the office. There was a couch on one wall of the office, Harry led Draco there and sat him down. When Harry sat down next to him, he leaned down and put his head on his shoulder. Harry wrapped his arms around him and just held him. They sat that way for a few hours, until Draco couldn’t take it anymore, and started pacing the office.

“What the bloody hell is taking so long? I mean its magic for Merlin’s sake! It’s not supposed to take this long! He must be really bad!”

“Calm down Draco! He WAS in bad shape, but he will be okay! He has Madam Pomphrey AND Severus working on him, so he has to be okay.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down Harry! It’s not your father dying out there! You don’t remember yours dying, you can’t know what its like to see your father like that!”

As soon as his words left his mouth Draco wished he could take them back. He looked at Harry, whose eyes had darkened in anger.

“Draco, your very upset right now, so I am not going to be angry at you for what you said. But know this: I had to watch my godfather, my only family left, die before my eyes and it was my fault. So don’t ever tell me I don’t know what its like again. Now, sit down and be calm. I am sure they will be done soon.”

Draco nodded and sat next to Harry. He leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips.

“I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean what I said, it just popped out. Please forgive me.”

“There is nothing to forgive. People say things they don’t mean when they are upset. As far as I’m concerned, you never said it.”

“I love you Harry.”

“I love you too, Draco.”

They curled up on the couch in each others arms and soon after they fell asleep. Several hours later they woke up to Professor Snape shaking them.

“Draco. Wake up!”

“Severus! Is my father okay? Did he make it?”

“Yes Draco. I think he will be okay. His injuries were extensive and it was touch and go for awhile, but I think in the long run he will be okay. It is going to be a long road ahead for him, but he will live.”

Draco hugged Snape at the news.

“Can I go see him? Is he awake?” he asked anxiously.

“He was given a sleeping potion, but if you hurry you might be able to talk for a minute or two.”

“Thank you Sev.” he said, before running off to see his father.

“I’m glad he made it Professor. I don’t think I could bear to see Draco in pain much longer. You’re a good man. Draco loves you very much. I hope you decide not to go back to spying.”

“Hurry along Potter. Draco is probably waiting for you. Lucius was ready to drop off any moment.”

Harry walked out of the office and Snape was right. Draco was just walking away from the bed.

“How is he doing?”

“Very groggy. He told me he loved me and then fell asleep.” Said Draco, looking overjoyed that his father was going to be okay.

They held each others hand as they headed up to Dumbledore’s office. Draco stopped Harry before they got there.

“Harry, I love you SO much. Thank you for putting up with me being a such a jerk back there. You had so much faith that my father would be alright. You gave me hope, and it got me through the wait. Merlin I love you.” he said before pulling Harry into a passion filled kiss. It quickly became intense, and they soon became lost in each other. Before they could get very far though, Snape came around the corner.

“By Salazar, do you two ever keep your hands off each other?” he snapped at them.

“No.” they both replied.

“Well, stop pawing at each other and get to Dumbledore’s office. We need to talk in case you’ve forgotten.

They trooped past the gargoyle and all four of them settled into the chairs, ready for a long talk. Snape recounted for Draco what had happened to his father, since he missed most of the talk in his rush to get to his father.

“Are you going to go back Severus? Because I a sure he is going to go on a rampage on his followers. Especially since my father was is ‘most loyal follower’ Not to mention, we don’t know how he discovered that father was a spy. What’s to say he won’t find out about you that same way? Please don’t go back. It’s too dangerous!”

“Draco, Harry has already asked me to not go back. I’ve thought about it, and I need to go back in. I need to find out how he found out about Lucius. I’m sorry.”

TBC