Draco's Companion

A/N- Wow, LupinsLady, You hit very very close to home.. I cant believe you did that. I was thinking of something along those lines, and then I wasn't sure if anyone would approve!! I'm sooo happy you said that to me! It made my original plan work out great!! Thank you!! haha I have a few other little twists planned:D

Arealdeal-Thank you so much for giving me that advice. I always felt that honesty was the best, but I understand what you mean by saying that everyone else will pretty much be biased by my own opinion. Thanks!!

Weasley Wench- Thanks!!! I love how you have so much faith in me. I'm pretty young, and hearing what you;ve got to say lifts my sprits up greatly!!

Hope you all enjoy this little chapter:D


Chapter Twenty-Eight: St. Mungos

Harry was sick of sitting here alone.

He walked downstairs and floo'd to St. Mungo's. Once he got there he took the lift to Narcissa's floor and went to her room.
Narcissa was propped up against some pillows, sleeping softly.

Harry smiled and entered the room. He took a vacated chair and pulled it closer to her bed. He reached forward and gently pulled her hand into his.

She didn't wake up from his touch.

He registered how cold her hand was and yanked his own hand away quickly. He stood up and bent down over her, listening for a breath. There wasn't one. He backed away quickly and ran for the door. He ran out and started jogging down the hallway in search of a healer. He was glancing into rooms as he passed them and seen the healer who had talked to him and Draco the day before.

He skidded to a halt and ran back to the room. "Hey!" He yelled at the man.

The healer looked over at him and he looked pissed.

"Excuse me, you can't just-"

"It's Narcissa Malfoy! There's something wrong!" Harry said. He noticed that his voice was higher pitched than usual. Almost girly. "Please, come check on her!" He said panicking.

The healer looked at him again, more closely. He realized it was one of those boys from last night. The creepy ones. He looked back towards the bed that was surrounded by a curtain.

"I'll be right back." He told the patient, and led Harry out of the room.

Bellatrix Lestrange grinned to herself as the healer left.

*****

Harry followed the healer out of the room and down the hall to Narcissa. Harry hung back by the door while the healer checked all of her charts and her vitals. He looked confused. 'She couldn't have died more than twenty minutes ago'. Healer Smethwyck had a though and was even more confused, he had talked to Healer Grant and was informed that the creepy blonde one was here. Healer Grant had told the boy not to tell Narcissa anything of her condition.

When had the blonde one left?

"Where's your brother?" The healer asked Harry.

"He's not my brother." Harry said automatically, "And I don't know, I haven't seen him all day."

"He was here not too long ago." The healer answered.

"He was? Then I don't know." Harry craned his neck forward a little bit. "Is she going to be okay?" He asked.

The healer looked terribly sad. "I'm afraid not. We lost her." He said sympathetically.

Lost her. Like she was a book, or a pencil.

Harry could feel himself getting angry.

"Do you know if," The healer looked at the chart, "Draco?" Harry shook his head. "I'm Harry" he said. "Okay. Do you know if Draco had any reason to hurt his mother?" Harry was horrified.

"Of course he didn't!!" He shouted at the man. Then he started to understand something. "Hurt her? Why?"

"Well I can't be positive yet, but do you see the bruising here?" He pointed at Narcissa's cheeks with his pencil. Harry dared a step forward and looked. "Kind of." Harry said. "Well thats not normal." The healer told him.

Harry's eyes widened. "She was murdered?" he whispered.

"Well, I can't be positive right now, but that's how it looks."
Harry was angry again.

"In a hospital?" He nearly shouted. "She was under your care, and she was fucking murdered?!?"

"Look son, Im very sorry about this. We can go through all of the lagalities later, I think maybe you should go find your brother and let him know."

"He's not my brother!" Harry screamed. He gave the man a final glare and stomped out of the room.

Draco was leaning against the wall looking smug.

"Temper tantrum?" He asked Harry.

Harry just stared at him in shock.

Draco's eyebrows knitted together. "What?" He asked, his smug look gone.

Harry said nothing, he just pointed at Narcissa's hospital room.

Harry watched Draco's face flick to confused then frightened. He watched Draco enter the room, and then he listened to Draco's cries from inside. Harry walked away.

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Harry opened his eyes when he heard a sniffle from behind him. He quickly closed them, realizing that Draco must be back.

"That...bastard...thought that I did it." Draco said sadly. He hiccuped.

"I know." Harry said gently, "He asked me if you would have."

"What did you say?" Draco asked angrily while glaring at Harry.

"I said 'of course not' so don't look at me like that." Harry said, he caught Draco's look while he turned to look at him.

"Good." Draco said.

Harry sighed. "I know this isn't the time, but is this how it's going to be from now on?" He asked Draco.

Draco looked confused.

"Is this how *what* is going to be?" He asked rudely.

Harry gestured between Draco and himself. "This" he said sadly. "Ever since we had sex, its just been...wrong." He said.

Draco inhaled. "I know." He said, he let his breath out slowly. "I'm sorry. I think you can understand why?" He questioned.

Harry nodded. "It doesn't have to be." He said.

Draco just looked at him.

Harry cheeks were beggining to flush. "I mean..I...uhm..I liked it." He said lamely. This was embarassing, they hadn't really talked about it.

Draco was nodding now, his tears and current situation forgotten for the moment.

"Me too." He said, almost inaudibly.

Harry's face changed, he wasn't blushing anymore, he was instead staring at Draco intently. Draco started to drift towards him, holding Harry's gaze. Once he reached the side of the bed he knelt down so his and Harry's faces were even.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Harry?" Draco whispered seductively.

Harry blush returned full force, and he could feel a twitch in his pants. He just stared. Had Draco really just asked him that? He watched Draco's tounge dart out as he licked his lips, and realized that he wanted that tounge on his body. Draco was still staring at Harry, so he didn't miss Harry's nod.

"I want you to say it." Draco said.

Something in his tone kind of frightened Harry.

"Say what?" Harry asked.

"Say what you want me to do." Draco said, with a small smile on his lips. He just wanted to hear Harry say those words.

"I..erm..want you to fuck me." He said quickly.

Draco smiled.

"Okay." He said simple, before crashing his lips onto Harrys.

Harry reached for Draco, but Draco stood up, taking Harry with him. His tounge was inside Harry's mouth and he was kissing him roughly, there wasn't a crevice that went unexplored.

Draco abruptly broke the kiss and pushed Harry backwards onto the bed. Harry wasn't expecting it at all, and fell backwards. Draco grabbed Harry's pants and dragged them down with his boxers, not even giving Harry enough time to think. Draco climbed onto the bed beside Harry.

Draco grabbed Harry's hard shaft and started pumping it, Harry was moaning with the touch, when Draco suddenly pulled his hand away. Harry groaned at the loss of warmth and looked up to see Draco spitting onto his palm. Draco reached back down, and with his had slick with spit, started pumping Harry again.

"Oh, God" Harry moaned, this felt much better. He looked up into Draco's eyes and tried to get Draco to look back into his. No such luck.

Before Harry new what was happening he felt the slightly familiar intrusion to his asshole. His eyes widened in shock, and there was suddenly two fingers there. Harry closed his eyes and he was just beginning to rock his hips back into the fingers, when they were removed. The hand on his cock was gone too. He was just opening his eyes to see what had happened when he felt two hands grab onto his hips and flip him over. He looked back over his shoulder and seen that Draco was naked, on his knees behind Harry. Harry felt hands urging his legs farther apart roughly and he complied. He felt the tip of Draco's cock against his skin, and closed his eyes tightly as Draco shoved himself in. It hurt. Not as much as before, but it still hurt.

This time, Draco didn't ask if Harry was okay, and he didn't stop after he was inside the first time, he just continued pulling out and pushing in. Harry felt hands on his hips, pulling him back harshly. Draco was obviously trying to get in as deep as possible. Harry could hear Draco groaning behind him.

Harry took a deep breath and reached down to his cock. He started to stroke it in time to Draco's thrusts, it was still slick with Draco's saliva, and Harry realized that this really did feel good.
He looked over his shoulder again and seen Draco there, it was almost like a dream. He could see Draco pumping into his body, Draco's hands on his hips, and his muscles flexing as he pulled Harry backwards onto his cock. Draco's head was thrown back in bliss, and his eyes were closed. Groans were escaping his throat, and he sounded great. Harry realized that listening to Draco, and hear him moaning because of Harry was a huge turn on.
He grabbed Draco's right hand and placed it on his cock.
Draco didn't need to urge Harry back anymore, because Harry was doing it on his own, pushing himself onto Draco's cock.
Harry moaned loudly. "God, Draco." he panted, Draco was tugging Harry's shaft hard, and Harry could feel his balls tightening. "Oh, God."

He felt Draco tense up all of a sudden. "God Harry, I'm gunna come." He said.

Harry beat him to it.

"Oh God." He yelled, while shuddering. His muscles tensed up, and

Draco came immediately after.

They rode their orgasms together, and when they were finished Draco pulled out and sat on the side of the bed.

"Jesus." He nearly whispered, "That was great."

Harry blushed, and nodded.