With A Dragon's Heart

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: The Treatment Begins


Draco Malfoy was sleeping peacefully on top of Harry Potter who was lying on Severus Snape’s bed. Draco was put under a sleeping charm, cast by Snape, after he went into a memory recollection. Draco was thinking of Harry, and no one else *but* Harry, until he thought he heard a familiar voice. A voice that always called his name after a fulfilling orgasm that Draco was allowed to have. It was his reward for being such a good boy. Draco never minded however, because he only wanted to please the man who, over time, became his experienced lover.

It was a complex situation though. In the day, Draco was everything a Malfoy man should be. Cunning, resourceful, ambitious, and sometimes, even heartless. But in the nighttime, he was different. He was just like his father. Lucius Malfoy never showed his soft side either. It was always thought by others that he didn\'t even have a soft side. Not only toward strangers, friends, and business partners; but to his own family as well. His wife, Narcissa, accepted this, for that’s what made him Lucius Malfoy. Yes, there was a passionate side to Lucius, but it only was lust. No real meaning behind it. Purely lust. And it was enough to satisfy his wife because in return, she was given anything she desired. Anything.

But there was one person who saw Lucius’ loving side. And he treasured every moment that he was with him. Lucius was worshiped, just as Lucius had wanted. He pleasured Lucius in the way he was taught. He was compliant, obedient, loyal, and most of, he did anything Lucius wanted him to do. As the years passed, however, the boy grew up and began feeling that something just wasn’t right with their secret relationship. He wondered why Lucius would never show his love for him in front of others. He summoned all his Malfoy courage and one day asked him. The boy was beaten within an inch of his life for ever questioning this powerful man. He never questioned Lucius again.

The night he was brutally punished just happened to be on one of those nights Lucius held his “famous Malfoy elaborated party”. The boy was excused from attending and everyone was told that he just wasn\'t feeling well. All had accepted this reason save one. The boy’s godfather, Severus Snape. He had never trusted Lucius and he always knew when he was lying. He waited until Lucius was preoccupied with important wizards then slipped out in search for his godson. Lucius wouldn\'t miss him nor would he even acknowledge Severus’ presence. Except of course, his arrival and his departure.

Severus took a chance by trying the boy’s room first. It was a long shot, but he wanted to be sure before looking elsewhere. The door was locked of course, and not surprisingly, from the outside. A quick spell and the door opened. Severus scanned the room, looking for any signs of life. The bed was made impeccably, the furniture was dusted, and not an object was out of place. The light, however, was on. Severus sighed and turned to leave. He no sooner grabbed the doorknob when he heard a faint noise in the distance. His heart leapt, part in relief and part in dread. Severus knew there was only one place he didn\'t look. The bathroom.

Slowly and quietly, he made his way towards the bathroom. The door was partly open, but not enough to see what was behind it. Severus took a deep breath and gently pushed the door open. There on the tile floor, sat his godson, Draco Malfoy. He was only nine years old, but he knew his face looked much older. Draco\'s body though was that of a little boy. A terrified little boy. He had his legs pressed in tightly to his chest and his hands covered his face. But that wasn\'t what brought tears to Severus’ eyes. It was the blood. It was seeping through the boy’s white bathrobe and there was a pool of it under his feet. Severus’ eyes had to look away from Draco and they just so happen to land on the tub full of red-tinted water.

Severus closed his eyes once more to calm himself before helping the young boy. He kneeled in front of Draco and gently put his hand on Draco\'s knee. The boy uncovered his face and laid his hands on top of his knees, exposing the blackened eye and the bruised cheek. Draco fluttered his eyes open and peered over to his godfather.

“I only asked him why,” the young man explained with a sob.

Severus choked and tried desperately not to show the anger that was building inside of him. He knew whom Draco was referring to. He didn\'t have to ask.

“Shh. It’s all right now. I’m here.”

Draco shook his head. “It doesn\'t matter, sir. No one can stop him,” he whispered, lowering his eyes.

Severus bit back his temperament that was aimed at the man who called himself ‘father’.

“I will protect you, Draco. He will no longer touch you. I promise,” Severus vowed.

Little did Severus know, it wasn’t the beatings that Draco was referring to. He only found out about that part later.

“Take my hand, Draco. We’ll go to my house and I’ll take care of you,” he said softly.

“NO! He’ll come after you! He’ll kill you!”

He was only thinking of Severus and not himself. That twisted inside of Severus’ stomach to the point of retching.

“No he won’t, Draco. And he won’t touch you again. If he does, I’ll kill him.”

Severus spoke those words before realizing that he said them against Draco\'s father. And he regretted it.

Draco\'s eyes widened and filled with tears. “No, godfather. Please don’t,” he begged. “I know he only did it because he was angry. I shouldn’t have made him mad.”

Now the boy blames himself. How typical, Severus thought.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Promise me you will never kill him, godfather. *Promise* me.”

Severus clenched his teeth and closed his eyes.

“Please,” the boy cried softly.

Severus opened his eyes and gazed into Draco\'s misty grey eyes. He took a deep breath.

“Very well, Draco. I promise. I promise I won’t kill him.”

Draco gave him a warm smile and carefully stood up to hug him. He stretched out his arms and Severus gasped. He grabbed Draco\'s wrists and screamed. There was blood flowing out from the fresh cuts running down his arms.

“My gods, Draco! What did he do to you?!”

Draco tried to pull away but Severus’ grip was strong. He shook his head frantically and began to cry.

“I-I just wanted the pain to go away.”

That was the last straw. Severus swept the boy in his arms and apparated both of them to his home.

It took Severus all night to heal Draco\'s wounds, but even longer to settle the panic-stricken boy down. He kept repeating over and over again that his father would find them and kill them both. Severus assured him that the party was still in full swing and they had plenty of time. He held Draco in arms before giving him a sleeping potion, tucked him in bed, then apparated back to the Malfoy mansion.


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Severus Snape walked slowly over to his bed, watching the sleeping Draco. He nodded at Harry who had whispered to help him. He motioned that he was going to lift Draco and for Harry to slide out from underneath him. Harry nodded a few times and waited patiently. Snape gently raised Draco by his shoulder and Harry quickly tumbled to the floor. He sheepishly looked up at the scowling face. He mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ and Snape merely scoffed and shook his head. He pulled a fallen blanket over the resting Draco then motioned Harry to leave, with him following close behind. Both walked in silence as they approached another room. He waved Harry inside then closed the door behind him. Harry stood quietly in the middle of the room. He looked around and noticed that it was a much smaller bedroom.

“It’s for Draco,” Snape said flatly.

Harry solemnly nodded, continuing to look around. Snape sat down in a chair that was in front of a fireplace. He waved his wand and a blazing fire erupted. Harry jumped and let out a small gasp. Snape snorted.

“There are some clothes in that wardrobe closet that will probably fit you. I would recommend a shower as well.”

Harry was about to say thank you but blushed instead when he realized what Snape was referring to. After all, he *did* just have an interlude with Draco. He made his way to the bathroom trying to conceal the evidence. Harry knew it was too late, but still did it out of self-conscience. He closed the door and started the shower. He stepped under the warm water and let it consume his body and his mind. He stayed there for a good while before reaching for the shampoo. He began to think of today’s events. All of them were a blur now except the last hour.

How wonderful it was to be held. To be touched out of compassion and not violence. Smiling, Harry rinsed his hair out and squeezed a little crème rinse in it. He massaged it into his scalp then grabbed the soap. He began caressing his entire body with it and paused slightly when he came in contact with his erection. His instincts made him grab it instantly, gripping it tightly in his fist. He closed eyes and there was Draco. Draco\'s face was watching him and shaking his head no. Harry opened his eyes and looked down to his cock, already beginning to turn red. His hand eased up and gently stroked it. He closed his eyes again and there was Draco smiling. Harry smiled as well and imagined it was Draco who was touching him. With his other hand, he brushed his fingertips across his erect nipples and sighed. This was so much better.

Every now and then, his grip tightened, but his mind flashed back to Draco. His hands barely touched his flesh now but it moved faster from the base to the tip. He gently pinched his nipple before pinching the other one. His skin was on fire and he had to lean against the tile wall before his legs gave away. His nostrils flared until he opened his mouth to gasp. Like it happened earlier, every cell in Harry’s body came alive. He thought for a moment that his body would shatter into a thousand pieces, but it was only the magnificent feeling of his orgasm. His muscles clenched as the waves of his seed bursted out into the water beneath him. A shiver ran through his spine and the water suddenly felt cold. He bent over trying to catch his breath and pressed his hands onto his knees to steady himself.

Still keeping his eyes tightly closed, he whispered, “Thank you, Draco.”


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