With A Dragon's Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
21,805
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: The First Breakthrough
CHAPTER ELEVEN: The First Breakthrough
Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy rushed back into the room and found Harry Potter curled up in a corner. His body was tucked in tight and a blanket completely smothered him. Snape kept a distance with his arms folded, while Draco approached him carefully.
“Potter? Potter, are you all right?” he said as he squatted down next to him.
Harry removed the top of the blanket from over his head and peered up at Draco. He barely nodded and whispered, “Sorry.”
“Sorry? I don’t understand. Why are you telling me that you\'re sorry?”
In a quiet voice, “I’m not. I’m saying ‘I’m sorry’ to both of you.”
Draco looked back at Snape and Snape just gave a grunt and shrugged his shoulders. He turned back to face Harry only to find that he had put his head down again. Draco looked back at Snape and motioned him to leave. Snape shook his head with a smirk, and left.
Draco placed his hand gently on Harry’s knee and whispered, “But WHY are you saying sorry?”
Mumbling into his knees, he answered, “For putting you through all this trouble. Over me.”
Draco jumped up and spat, “Stop that! Stop being so pathetic! We’re here to help you! Not to listen to your stupid self-pity!”
Harry’s head shot up. “FINE! Then why don’t I just LEAVE!”
Harry untangled himself from the covers and threw them aside. He huffed loudly and brushed past Draco.
“That’s right, Potter. Leave. Just run away. Run back to your useless friends and pretend everything’s all right.”
Harry stopped and spun around. “AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?”
“What about me?” he shot back.
“YOU CAN’T EVEN SAY HIS FUCKING NAME!”
Draco gritted his teeth. “Yes I can,” he said, in a slow growl.
“WELL? WHAT’S HIS NAME? WHAT’S HIS NAME, MALFOY?”
Draco clenched his fists by his side and began to shake.
“WELL? WHAT IS IT?”
Draco took a few challenging steps towards Harry, but Harry didn\'t move. He kept his eyes locked with Draco\'s until a satisfied sneer crossed his face. Draco snorted then pushed Harry aside, almost knocking him over. Just as he reached the door, Harry shouted.
“NOW WHO’S RUNNING AWAY, MALFOY?”
Turning around, he yelled, “WHY DO YOU GET SO ANGRY WHEN YOU COME?”
“BECAUSE IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL GOOD!”
A sudden hush came over the room. Both stared at each other with their mouths hanging open. Neither of them moved. Nor did they blink. It wasn\'t until Snape entered the room and placed a hand on Draco\'s arm that they broke their stance.
He quietly said, “Leave us, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco broke eye contact with Harry and whispered, “But…”
“Now, Draco.” His voice was still quiet but this time firm.
Draco glanced over to Harry then back to Snape and nodded solemnly. Harry watched him leave until he was out of range. He lowered his head, hugged his chest, and slowly walked back to the corner.
“Thank you for all your help, professor,” he said softly.
“I have done nothing of the sort, Mr. Potter,” he replied. “But I will. I think I know of a way to help you.”
Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder, but kept his eyes lowered.
“It may be a bit unorthodox, but I’m sure the headmaster will approve given the circumstances.”
Harry heard Snape approaching behind him and he tensed up.
Ignoring Harry’s reaction, he said, “Take this potion, Potter. It will help.”
Panic suddenly hitting Harry, he spun around and cried, “I’m not going back to sleep!”
Snape slightly scoffed, clearly irritated with Harry’s presumption. “It’s only to calm your nerves, Potter. It’s not a sleeping potion.”
Harry looked at the phial suspiciously before reaching out to take it. He uncorked the top and brought it up to his lips. The foul aroma hit his nose and his face scrunched up in disgust. He knew it must be good for him if it smelled this bad. He held his breath, tilted his head back, and swallowed it in one gulp. Instantly he began coughing and doubled over, dropping the phial. Snape had anticipated this, so he caught it just inches away from Harry’s hand.
“Get back on the bed, Potter. You’ll start to feel dizzy, but you won’t go to sleep,” he emphasized.
Harry nodded as he held his hand over his mouth. He was starting to turn green and felt like he was going to throw up. He took one step and lost his balance. Snape quickly grabbed his arm and led him over to the messy bed. Snape whipped out his wand and mumbled a cleaning spell on it. He guided Harry onto the clean bed and helped him under the covers. Harry rested his head on the soft pillows and closed his eyes. Realizing what he just did, he snapped his eyes open. Before Harry had a chance to open his mouth, Snape answered his unspoken question.
“No, Mr. Potter, you will not sleep. Now just relax.”
Not waiting for an answer, Snape left Harry alone in the silent room.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco sat on top of one the desks facing the back of the classroom. He clasped his fingers together and dropped his head down to gaze at them.
Hearing Snape nearby, he asked softly, “Why can’t I say his name yet?”
Resisting the temptation to scold him about sitting on a desk, he stated, “Clearly because you’re not ready to.”
“But its been ten years,” Draco declared.
“Draco. I do not have the answer to that. Only you do.”
“I-I cant. I just cant. And I don’t know why.” He slid himself around on the desk to face Snape. “I don’t know why,” he repeated.
Snape sighed and walked over to his young friend. He laid his arm on Draco\'s shoulder and raised his chin up.
“I don’t know why either, Draco. But you do.”
Draco shook his head. “I don’t.”
“We’ve been through this many times before, Draco. You know why you don’t.”
Draco looked confused.
“Because it will make it real.”
Draco nodded and leaned into Snape’s chest. The professor wrapped his arms around him protectively and whispered, “I wish I could do more.”
“I know you do. But you can’t.” Draco sniffed and pressed his face deeper into Snape’s robes. “I have to.”
Snape looked down at the tormented boy. If only he COULD do something. And he knew exactly what he would do. But a life sentence in Azkaban wouldn\'t help Draco. No, He’d have to stay here and watch over him. It was the least Snape could do.
~*~*~*~*~
Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy rushed back into the room and found Harry Potter curled up in a corner. His body was tucked in tight and a blanket completely smothered him. Snape kept a distance with his arms folded, while Draco approached him carefully.
“Potter? Potter, are you all right?” he said as he squatted down next to him.
Harry removed the top of the blanket from over his head and peered up at Draco. He barely nodded and whispered, “Sorry.”
“Sorry? I don’t understand. Why are you telling me that you\'re sorry?”
In a quiet voice, “I’m not. I’m saying ‘I’m sorry’ to both of you.”
Draco looked back at Snape and Snape just gave a grunt and shrugged his shoulders. He turned back to face Harry only to find that he had put his head down again. Draco looked back at Snape and motioned him to leave. Snape shook his head with a smirk, and left.
Draco placed his hand gently on Harry’s knee and whispered, “But WHY are you saying sorry?”
Mumbling into his knees, he answered, “For putting you through all this trouble. Over me.”
Draco jumped up and spat, “Stop that! Stop being so pathetic! We’re here to help you! Not to listen to your stupid self-pity!”
Harry’s head shot up. “FINE! Then why don’t I just LEAVE!”
Harry untangled himself from the covers and threw them aside. He huffed loudly and brushed past Draco.
“That’s right, Potter. Leave. Just run away. Run back to your useless friends and pretend everything’s all right.”
Harry stopped and spun around. “AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?”
“What about me?” he shot back.
“YOU CAN’T EVEN SAY HIS FUCKING NAME!”
Draco gritted his teeth. “Yes I can,” he said, in a slow growl.
“WELL? WHAT’S HIS NAME? WHAT’S HIS NAME, MALFOY?”
Draco clenched his fists by his side and began to shake.
“WELL? WHAT IS IT?”
Draco took a few challenging steps towards Harry, but Harry didn\'t move. He kept his eyes locked with Draco\'s until a satisfied sneer crossed his face. Draco snorted then pushed Harry aside, almost knocking him over. Just as he reached the door, Harry shouted.
“NOW WHO’S RUNNING AWAY, MALFOY?”
Turning around, he yelled, “WHY DO YOU GET SO ANGRY WHEN YOU COME?”
“BECAUSE IT’S NOT SUPPOSED TO FEEL GOOD!”
A sudden hush came over the room. Both stared at each other with their mouths hanging open. Neither of them moved. Nor did they blink. It wasn\'t until Snape entered the room and placed a hand on Draco\'s arm that they broke their stance.
He quietly said, “Leave us, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco broke eye contact with Harry and whispered, “But…”
“Now, Draco.” His voice was still quiet but this time firm.
Draco glanced over to Harry then back to Snape and nodded solemnly. Harry watched him leave until he was out of range. He lowered his head, hugged his chest, and slowly walked back to the corner.
“Thank you for all your help, professor,” he said softly.
“I have done nothing of the sort, Mr. Potter,” he replied. “But I will. I think I know of a way to help you.”
Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder, but kept his eyes lowered.
“It may be a bit unorthodox, but I’m sure the headmaster will approve given the circumstances.”
Harry heard Snape approaching behind him and he tensed up.
Ignoring Harry’s reaction, he said, “Take this potion, Potter. It will help.”
Panic suddenly hitting Harry, he spun around and cried, “I’m not going back to sleep!”
Snape slightly scoffed, clearly irritated with Harry’s presumption. “It’s only to calm your nerves, Potter. It’s not a sleeping potion.”
Harry looked at the phial suspiciously before reaching out to take it. He uncorked the top and brought it up to his lips. The foul aroma hit his nose and his face scrunched up in disgust. He knew it must be good for him if it smelled this bad. He held his breath, tilted his head back, and swallowed it in one gulp. Instantly he began coughing and doubled over, dropping the phial. Snape had anticipated this, so he caught it just inches away from Harry’s hand.
“Get back on the bed, Potter. You’ll start to feel dizzy, but you won’t go to sleep,” he emphasized.
Harry nodded as he held his hand over his mouth. He was starting to turn green and felt like he was going to throw up. He took one step and lost his balance. Snape quickly grabbed his arm and led him over to the messy bed. Snape whipped out his wand and mumbled a cleaning spell on it. He guided Harry onto the clean bed and helped him under the covers. Harry rested his head on the soft pillows and closed his eyes. Realizing what he just did, he snapped his eyes open. Before Harry had a chance to open his mouth, Snape answered his unspoken question.
“No, Mr. Potter, you will not sleep. Now just relax.”
Not waiting for an answer, Snape left Harry alone in the silent room.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco sat on top of one the desks facing the back of the classroom. He clasped his fingers together and dropped his head down to gaze at them.
Hearing Snape nearby, he asked softly, “Why can’t I say his name yet?”
Resisting the temptation to scold him about sitting on a desk, he stated, “Clearly because you’re not ready to.”
“But its been ten years,” Draco declared.
“Draco. I do not have the answer to that. Only you do.”
“I-I cant. I just cant. And I don’t know why.” He slid himself around on the desk to face Snape. “I don’t know why,” he repeated.
Snape sighed and walked over to his young friend. He laid his arm on Draco\'s shoulder and raised his chin up.
“I don’t know why either, Draco. But you do.”
Draco shook his head. “I don’t.”
“We’ve been through this many times before, Draco. You know why you don’t.”
Draco looked confused.
“Because it will make it real.”
Draco nodded and leaned into Snape’s chest. The professor wrapped his arms around him protectively and whispered, “I wish I could do more.”
“I know you do. But you can’t.” Draco sniffed and pressed his face deeper into Snape’s robes. “I have to.”
Snape looked down at the tormented boy. If only he COULD do something. And he knew exactly what he would do. But a life sentence in Azkaban wouldn\'t help Draco. No, He’d have to stay here and watch over him. It was the least Snape could do.
~*~*~*~*~