Dragon He Saved

Title: Dragon He saved

Author: Prentice

Rating: NC17; FRAO (Fan Rated Adults Only)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Violence, Foul Language, Sexual Content

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Spoilers: Books 1 thru 4

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama

Series: Yes. DHS.

Archive: Ask first, please.

Feedback: Is always cherished and appreciated.

Disclaimer: The names of all characters contained here-in, are the
property of J.K. Rowling, the WB, Bloomburg books and etc. No infringements of
these copyrights are intended, and are being used here without permission. No
profit was made and no harm was done.

Author’s Note: Remember, suspend your beliefs! Only a two chapter
update for today. Why? Well...I'm going to try to work on my other stories
(Untamed Heart and Flawed Chemistry) as well as work on getting a new side-story
for UH so...look for those this weekend. :)

Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted

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Chapter 20

The moment
Harry was finished reading the last lines of the letter, a ball of dread coiled
in his stomach so tightly he felt as though ice was seeping through his veins.
His chest felt as though a thousand ton weight had settled atop it. Sirius, his
godfather, was keeping watch over him. Which could only mean...

//He can't
know that Draco's here. Not yet. He would have said something -- done
something.// The raven haired Gryffindor thought, even as his eyes moved to look
at the other boy's inquiring face. //He wouldn't have cared about being spotted
if he thought I was in some kind of danger...//

A thread a
fear bloomed in the young man's heart. What if his godfather tried
to...do...something to Draco, when and if the man found out the blonde was here
with him?

It was no
secret that his godfather detested anything and everything to do with Lucius
Malfoy. Over the years, especially after Harry’s third year, hat burning
abhorrence had come to include the now battered blonde. Sirius had yet to
forgive the Slytherin for scaring his godson during the Quidditch match; no
matter how many times his godson had insisted it wasn't a big deal.

"We-well?
Who was it f-from, Harry?" Draco demanded, snapping Harry out of his own
thoughts. The Gryffindor felt his stomach bunch further still as he glanced over
to see steely eyes shinning with trepidation.

The
Gryffindor shook his head slowly, looking back down at the letter clutched
between his fingers. He didn't know what he could say to the blonde. It wasn't
as if he could just come clean to the boy and tell him who the letter was
from...could he?

No,
definitely not...yet.

//You're
doing this for his own good, Harry. If he knew about Sirius then he'd be in even
more danger. They could use him if something happens.//

Absolved of
making another decision for the moment, Harry stood and moved over to tin trash
bin. Carefully, he folded the parchment into fourths and tapped the center of it
three times with his finger tips. Instantly the paper flamed blue-green and
turned into a smoldering pile of ash and floated down to the bottom of the bin.

The
Gryffindor nodded in satisfaction before turning to pick up the water jug.
Tipping it gently, he poured a small amount of water over the ash until it
became a swirling pool of gray. That done, Harry sat the jug down again.

"Where the
bloody h-hell did you learn that?" Draco questioned seconds later, obviously
impressed by the small show of magic the Gryffindor had done without the aid of
his wand.

Harry forced
a tight smile. "Dumbledore taught it to me after my fourth year."

For a
moment, the Slytherin continued to stare before trailed to the trash bin full of
murky water. He nodded minutely.

Harry bit
back a sigh. He could almost see the wheels turning in the blonde‘s head. //Here
we go.//

On cue,
Draco's eyes turned to Harry again. "Why did you p-pour the water on it?"

Harry lifted
a brow in surprise. That wasn't what he'd been expecting but..."A wizard with
enough spell knowledge could turn the ash back into the original letter. Adding
the water to the ash makes it practically impossible."

"Practically?" Draco echoed. Harry nodded.

"The natural
minerals in the water help distort the writing if they succeeded in bringing it
back to its original state. The ink would be distorted so much so that all the
caster would have was a piece of parchment with runny lines of ink down it."

The blonde
nodded thoughtfully, his eyes reverting back to where they had been. Minutes
stretched as he studied it, a crease of confusion filtering across his face
before long.

//And here
it comes...// The Gryffindor thought, apprehension curling inside him.

"Why would
y-you need to burn it though? W-who was it from?"

Harry's
chest tightened. He still didn't know what he could say to Draco. He didn’t want
to lie to the boy. It didn’t feel right to. Not now, anyway. Not with Draco so
vulnerable that he was bearing part of his soul every time he told Harry
something about what happened. But, he knew, if he didn’t lie, he wouldn’t be
able to protect the other boy and that was something he was going to do at all
costs.

"It was from
Hermione." Harry supplied, turning his back to the blonde so he wouldn’t have to
look at the other boy’s face as he lied.

"Oh..." The
blonde mumbled, his voice still colored with slight confusion. Seconds ticked by
as the two didn't say more, allowing Harry the time to put the trash bin back on
the floor. Normally he would have gone and dumped the bit of water down the loo
but this time he wasn't compelled to do so. Even if it would give him time to
think...

"W-why did
you b-burn it though?"

Harry took
his time answering. What possible reason would he have for burning a letter that
was, supposedly, from one of his best friends? It wouldn't make sense. Not
unless Draco was gullible enough to buy into the only explanation Harry could
think of...?

"I don't
like leaving my letters around for anyone to read. It’s not safe. Plus, I don't
have the space to keep every little note I get from this. It saves space." He
murmured, busying himself with the contents on the desk.

"Oh. Well,
that makes sense." The blonde said mildly, settling back down onto the bed.

//Apparently
he is.//