Dragon He Saved
Interlude - Draco's POV
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! Someone - I don't
remember who (sorry dear!) - requested/asked if I would do a chapter wherein you
get to see Draco's point of view. Well, I thought about it and the answer is
yes. I will throw in a chapter or two [which I feel the need to go call
'interludes' rather than chaptes] from Draco's point of view (this one
included). I hesitate to call them chapters since the majority of this is from
Harry's POV but...well...those who wish can skip over them if they like. They'll
be properly marked as interludes. :)
[Note 2:] For those who offered to be my beta...thank-you! If you would
e-mail me, I'll send the chapters I have off to you so you can fix my blundering
mistakes. ;)
Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted
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Less than ten minutes later found Draco Malfoy in one of the most tense
moments of his life.
//He won't kill me. He's--ah--he's harmless. He won't--kill--me.// Draco
chanted mentally, trying to banish powerful images of Sirius Black using an
unforgivable spell on him or, worse, tearing them both apart with his bare
hands. //He won't kill me...//
But despite his efforts, Draco felt small tremors of anxiety race up and down
his spin making him scoot just a few millimeters closer to the other boy. He had
been doing that for, at the very least, the last five minutes, but he couldn't
bring himself to stop. After all, Harry meant safety. Harry meant--life.
Draco twisted his fingers in his lap nervously. Merlin this was horrible. It
was as if he were back in the drawing room of Malfoy Manor when his father had
invited over one of the Ministry officials. It was arduous and time-consuming
and just made the Slytherin want to crawl into a gnome hole somewhere.
//He's won't kill me.//
Shifting closer again, the blonde cast a nervous glance out of the corner of
his eye at the two men who were conferring quietly in the corner of, what he had
come to think of, his and Harry's room. They had been that way for at least the
entirety of the ten minutes that had passed and, though they were close, Draco
could hear no more than a handful of words that drifted his way. Occasionally
their voices would trail off and he would feel their eyes on him, making his
body tense another fraction.
He wasn't sure how much more he could take. As it were, he was fighting back
the panic that was welling inside him...
//He won't...kill...//
Draco's throat was burning now from his ever tightening muscles. His back was
beginning to twinge and his hands were sweaty with unease. He cast a look at
Harry...no help. The raven haired boy was still out cold, having fallen into an
exhausted sleep mere minutes after he had made his promise to the blonde.
//He won't...//
His leg began to bounce up and down, twisting his hands together harder. He
didn't like this but he wasn't about to wake the other boy just because he was
feeling a little insecure and...unsafe.
//He won't...//
Tears of frustration began to well in his eyes. Why was this so hard? Harry
was there. Right there. Close enough to reach out and touch if he needed to. Not
that he would but still...shouldn't that be enough for him?
He was obviously not in any immediate danger. Otherwise, Draco was sure that
Harry would be wide awake and protecting him...maybe?
//He...won't...//
Sweat was beginning to bead on Draco's forehead and upper lip. Why was he
panicking now? Why not when those...those...horrid excuses for oxygen had come
and tried to attack Harry?
Draco's fingers curled. He knew the answer to that one. In unpretentious
terms: Draco didn't have the distraction nor the...pleasure of defending Harry,
so his mind was free to roam all the avenues of possibility.
But he none the less knew the answer. Harry’s poor excuse for human being
relatives hated him.
//He...he...he...//
Draco swallowed hard. He couldn‘t get in enough air and the little he got in,
he was finding it hard to keep. Already his lungs were burning. And--was it just
him?--or was the room suddenly becoming smaller? The walls seemed to be
collapsing in on themselves.
What was happening to him?
//He...//
Firebursts of spots were beginning to flash in front of Draco's eyes.
Obscuring his sight of the other two men in the room. Salazar! What was
happening?
//He...//
"Draco...?" A sleepy voice murmured.
Draco made a strangled noise in the back of his throat as he turned wide-eyes
to Harry, who was now half-way awake propped up on his elbow.
"Draco?"
He couldn't breath...oh merlin he couldn't breath!
Draco's mouth opened in a silent "O". His hands flew to his throat. Something
was there...something was blocking his throat. He couldn't breath!
"DRACO!" Harry cried, even as the Slytherin's nails dug into his throat. He
had to get it out. Whatever it was, he had to get it out. He couldn't breath. He
couldn't.
"No, Draco! No! Listen to me! You need to calm down!"
Harry's voice echoed inside Draco's mind but he couldn't stop. He scratched
harder.
"Draco...dammit! Listen to me! I need you to calm down baby. Please calm
down...do it for me. Do it for Harry."