With A Dragon's Heart

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE: The Recovery part one

Draco Malfoy started wandering the halls. He had to get out of his room. At first it was a perfect haven to be alone with his thoughts, but then he stayed in there anxiously awaiting, not wanting to miss a certain someone coming to visit. His heart jumped every time a medi-nurse came in, hoping they would announce a visitor, but it was only to check in on him. St. Mungo’s soon became a lonely place. Granted, he did have one visitor, Severus Snape, but it usually was to join him in his rehabilitation sessions. He still had a hard time discussing his past with strangers, but the presence of his godfather made it bearable. Not much, but it helped. So Draco decided to go for a walk.

Nothing he saw interested him, pretty much boring if you asked him, but he was told there was a room for patients to go and chat with others. He remembered the sketchy directions he was given but had no problem in finding it. He stepped inside and noticed that no one was there. No one except a thin, fragile boy that was sitting in a windowsill, staring absently outside. He knew who it was and Draco\'s body suddenly came alive with anticipation.

\"Harry?\" he said softly, but it was loud enough for the raven-hair boy to hear him.

The boy slowly turned around and for a brief second, his eyes smiled. But it quickly diminished. \"Malfoy,\" Harry acknowledged coldly.

Draco\'s defenses immediately shot up. \"What\'s the matter with you?\"

\"I should ask you the same thing.\"

\"What are you talking about? Potter,\" he added with venom.

\"Oh I don\'t know, Malfoy. How about the fact that I\'ve been here for three bloody days and you didn\'t even have the decency to stop by and just say Hello.\"

\"I didn\'t know you were here! No one told me!\"

Harry narrowed his eyes, not sure if the blond was telling the truth or not. His expression softened and turned away towards the window again.

\"And what about you?\"

Harry spun around and glared at him. \"I was told that I wasn\'t supposed to contact you. That you had to come to me,\" said Harry evenly.

Draco looked at him hard and crossed his arms. Both were stubborn and they both knew it. Finally, it was Harry that broke the silent showdown. He timidly walked over to Draco and stood a couple feet away from him. The blond had a stern expression, but Harry\'s had one of regret.

\"How are you, Draco?\" he asked, thinking that that was the best icebreaker.

Draco raised an eyebrow and said with a touch of annoyance, \"Fine. You?\"

Harry looked down. \"Miserable. I thought you… Well, I thought maybe you didn\'t, you know, want to … talk to me.\"

Draco sighed. \"I thought the same about you.\"

Harry snapped his head up. \"But I did!\"

Draco raised his arm up to Harry\'s face and cupped his cheek. His thumb rubbed across Harry\'s lower lip. \"I\'ve missed you.\"

The Gryffindor\'s face lit up. His hand reached around Draco\'s neck and pulled him in for a hard kiss. Instantly, Draco pushed him away and Harry looked at him confused. The blond merely smiled as he slowly shook his head at him and leaned in to give a more softer, gentler kiss. His hand snaked back to Harry\'s lower spine and drew him in close. Small, obstructed moans came out of Harry as Draco\'s body pressed into him. Backing away from him slowly, Draco shook his head again. Harry frowned.

\"Not here,\" the blond said, as if it was the most obvious reason in the world.

Harry just rolled his eyes then smiled warmly. \"I\'ve missed you too,\" he whispered.


~*~*~*~*~*~


It was nearly nine at night before the two of them were finally alone. Of all the days of being apart from one another, this had to be the day when everyone chose to visit them. Now with all of them gone, the two young wizards sat opposite of each other on Draco\'s bed, talking about everything and nothing really important. Harry looked away briefly, smiling at a funny, snide comment Draco had said, but suddenly he felt the blond grow tense. He turned to face him and his feeling was confirmed.

\"Draco?\" he whispered.

\"I thought it was you.\"

\"What?\" Harry asked, having no idea what he was talking about.

\"That night. I thought it was you.\"

And then it clicked. \"Draco. Please. Don\'t,\" whispered Harry almost pleadingly.

Draco absently shook his head as if he still couldn\'t believe it. \"I did. I thought it was you. The way he… The way I was touched, the way it felt; it felt like you were the one doing it.\"

Harry tried to speak, but words failed him. Draco\'s eyes lowered to his lap.

\"And then… And then…\" Draco closed his eyes, remembering the horror he saw. \"I felt his hair touch my leg.\"

\"Draco,\" Harry softly choked.

\"I couldn\'t stop him, Harry,\" he said just above a whisper. His eyes shot up to Harry\'s. \"I couldn\'t stop him!\"

\"Of course you couldn\'t! No one would have been…\"

\"Don\'t you see? I was too weak to stop him!\"

\"Don\'t say that!\"

\"I should have never angered him!\"

\"Draco!\"

\"None of this would\'ve happened if I just kept my mouth shut!\"

\"Stop it!\"

\"I deserved what happened!\"

\"Shut. Up!\" Harry screamed as he backhanded Draco across his face.

The blond\'s hands flew up to cover his face and he fell sideways on the bed, curling into a foetal position. Harry looked down at him, body shaking and his hands in tight fists.

\"Don\'t you ever say that again! Your father is a sick bastard! I know that you love him, Draco, but damn it! Can\'t you see what he\'s done to you? The harm he\'s done? It\'s not normal! He\'s not normal!\"

Draco peered up at Harry through his fallen hair. Harry didn\'t look mad, he looked…afraid. The Gryffindor took a few deep breaths.

\"I\'m sorry, Draco. But you have to understand. The only thing wrong with you is that you\'re punishing yourself over the things that he\'s done wrong.\"

Harry couldn\'t take it anymore. The longer he looked at Draco the more disgusted he became with Lucius. He had to get out of there before he got sick. He jumped off the bed and walked to the door hugging himself. Just as he was about to enter into the hall, a small timid voice called out.

\"Harry?\"

Harry stopped but couldn\'t turn around.

\"Help me.\"

Tears that he had been holding back, now flowed freely. He rushed over to Draco who was waiting with outstretched arms.

\"Shh. It\'ll be all right. You\'ll see. We\'ll work it out,\" Harry whispered, cradling the trembling blond.

He stayed the entire night, just holding him. If he only had killed the bastard when he had the chance.


~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry started to wake up and felt a warm body curled up next to him. A single finger was drawing invisible circles in the middle of his chest. He chuckled in his throat and caught the blond\'s attention.

\"Hi,\" Draco whispered.

\"What time is it?\"

He lifted his head to look over at the clock. \"Five thirty.\"

\"Mmmm. Too early,\" Harry mused.

A warm hand slid underneath the cover and grazed the top of his pyjamas.

\"No it\'s not,\" Draco breathed in Harry\'s ear.

\"Draco, are you sure…Maybe this isn\'t…\"

\"I\'m fine, Harry,\" the blond interrupted with a smile.

He formed his hand over the Gryffindor\'s erection. Harry moaned. Draco rubbed his palm up his bulge and played with the drawstring. His hand was firmly grasped.

\"Draco.\"

But the blond ignored him and untied the string and went to work on the bottom.

\"I\'ve missed you, Harry,\" he whispered in his ear.

Harry wasn\'t going to be distracted though. \"Draco. Please listen to me. Only four days ago...\"

\"I know how long it\'s been! And I said I was fine!\"

Harry sighed, closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. Draco noticed that Harry\'s erection faded. He jumped off the bed and began pacing.

\"What is it, Harry?\" he spat. \"Now you\'re not interested? Am I too tainted for you?\"

\"That’s not it and you know it!\" he said defensively.

The blond folded his arms across his chest tightly. \"Then what is it?\" he snapped.

Harry got up from the bed and crossed the room. \"You know I care about you. More than you\'ll ever know. I just can’t understand why you\'d want to… this soon after it happened.\"

Draco turned around and walked over to the window. It was still dark so he looked up to the stars. Tonight you could actually see them.

\"Harry,\" Draco began in a soft voice. \"I\'ve had to live with this all my life. This is not the first time … he\'s done this to me...\" he paused. \"Last summer he almost killed me,\" he said quietly.

\"What!\" Harry cried, shocked by this. He wanted Lucius to die a hundred times over.

Still with his back to him, Draco continued. \"This time was nothing. In the last three years, it was starting to get worse. I have a special mediwitch just for … those occasions.\"

\"Why didn\'t she report it?\"

\"He would obliviate her every time,\" Draco sighed. \"Afterwards, he would make it up to me,\" he said sarcastically. \"It hasn\'t been easy for me, but...\" Draco turned around. \"You\'ve helped me. I know you\'d never hurt me. I trust you. You taught me that. That…that I could trust someone.\"

Harry briefly glanced away. \"I\'m sorry, Draco. But this is all new to me. It\'s… hard.\"

The blond smiled and stepped closer. He rubbed Harry\'s arms lightly. \"I know, Harry. But you have to trust me. It\'s like… you\'re my healing potion. I just want to feel loved. And you have given me so much of it.\"

Harry closed his eyes. How could Draco ask this of him? He knew whatever decision he’d make would be the wrong one. He took a deep breath and held it. He opened his eyes and there was Draco watching him with the most pleading eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Draco. You’re not thinking clearly. I think…”

“You think?” the blond shouted. “You think? Since when the hell have you become such an expert to tell me what you think is the best for me?”

“I didn’t mean…”

“Yes you did! Get out!”

“Draco please listen…”

“No! You listen to me, Harry Potter! You don’t know a bloody thing about me! Now get. Out!” he screamed again, pushing Harry towards the door.

The Gryffindor bowed his head and walked out of the room slowly. He wished he never said anything, but it was too late. He entered the hall and felt the breeze hit his back as the door slammed shut. He returned to his room and fell face first on his bed.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry’s door flew open with a bang to the wall.

“What the hell did you say to him?” barked Severus.

The boy jumped off the bed and stared at the furious Potion Master. “I-I…”

“Do you have any idea what you just did to him?”

“But he…”

“I know what happened to him and so does he! Haven’t you figured it out by now? Can your tiny brain not grasp the concept of what he’s going through?” Severus continued, ignoring Harry’s lame attempts to explain.

The young wizards mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. Was Snape condoning this?

“If you cannot figure it out on your own, then I will explain,” Severus huffed. “Every time his father punished him, Draco would beg him for forgiveness and Lucius, being the sick man that he is, would ‘reward’ him. If Lucius didn’t, Draco would seek revenge – and for comfort - sleep with his father’s acquaintances. He even tried to get comfort from me,” he confessed, without realising it.

“Y-you?” Harry stuttered.

Severus clenched his jaw. He paused briefly. “Yes, Potter. Me.” He paused again. “As much as I hate to admit it, now he has someone to make him feel loved. And that it’s all right to have sex without it making him feel worthless and to have someone that loves him unconditionally.”

Harry blushed.

“Do you not understand? He needs you and your love,” said Snape reluctantly.

Harry shuffled on his feet nervously.

“Unless, of course, he’s not worth your time,” he said sarcastically.

With a swish of his robe, Severus spun around and left.

The young wizard’s knees buckled and fell to the floor. Harry covered his face and cried in confusion. It didn’t make sense to him, but he said he’d help Draco. He just didn’t know if this was the right way. After a few minutes of thinking, Harry wiped his eyes and made his decision. He would show Draco what true love really was.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Harry stood at Draco\'s door pondering if he should knock or not. He closed his eyes and gathered all his Gryffindor courage. At least he could say that he tried. He turned the knob and peered in. The room was dark. He quietly stepped in.

“I know you\'re there. Get out,” a small voice said in the distance.

“No, Draco. I won\'t.”

The blond suddenly appeared from the shadows. “Why? Come to humiliate me some more?” Draco snapped.

Harry bit his lower lip and crossed the room.

“Draco. I am so sorry. I just…I don’t understand, but if it will help you...”

“Fuck you, Potter! I don’t need your fucking pity!”

“That’s not it!”

“Then what do you want?”

Harry closed the gap between them. “You.” He felt Draco tremble as he held him. “I just don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered.

Draco rested his head on Harry’s shoulder. “You did Harry. You rejected me,” he said softly.

“I know. And I’m sorry. It’s just so new to me. And…and...I hate him for what he’s done to you.”

“I do too. But I love you, Harry.” Draco paused. “Do you love me?” he asked quietly.

“Yes,” Harry said in heartbeat. “I love you.”

Draco began to shake in his arms.

“Shh. Please don’t cry, Draco.”

“You love me,” he whispered in Harry’s chest.


~*~*~*~*~*~


Still cradling Draco, he guided him over to the bed and lowered him down. He quickly locked the door with a spell and then crawled up the blond’s body till he reached his tear-streaked face. He began kissing Draco\'s throat gently, then his cheek, and finally grazing his lips over Draco\'s.

“I hate you, Potter,” Draco said into the other boys mouth.

“I know.”

Draco flung his hands to the back of Harry’s neck and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Harry’s arms rested on each side of Draco\'s head and bent down further to plunge his tongue into the warm mouth. Draco responded by tearing at the boy’s clothes, never once breaking the kiss. Harry raised his body slightly and pulled at Draco\'s. They undressed each other, not caring about the condition of their pyjamas.

Finally free, they held onto each other rubbing and caressing their naked flesh. Draco wrapped his legs behind Harry’s and locked his ankles. Harry gasped as he threw his head back and then thrusted his hips, trapping each other’s erection. They slowly rocked against each as Harry nibbled on Draco\'s earlobe.

“Harry,” the blond breathed into Harry’s ear. “Please make love to me.”

Much to Draco\'s distress, Harry slid down until his mouth reached his now-exposed cock.

“Harry,” the blond pleaded.

“Shhh.”

Tilting it up, he ran his tongue up the full length and paused at the tip.

“Gods, I’m going to kill you, Potter.”

Harry smiled. He dropped a little spittle on top then spread it around with his relaxed lips. Draco\'s fisted Harry’s hair and pulled on it roughly. Before he complained further, the young Gryffindor tightened his lips and eased it into his mouth. The blond’s hips lifted up, arching his back.

“Please, Harry. Please,” he cried.

Harry slowly pulled back up, taking the boys skin with it. Down he went again and then up before establishing a slow rhythm. Draco gasped.

“Not yet. Not yet!”

Draco\'s cock was pulsating and he was too close to coming. Harry took the broad hint and gently removed it from his mouth.

“Aaah! Why did you stop!”

Harry smiled again. He buried his face in the pale-blond curls and lightly tugged on the hair. His arms raised the Slytherins hips and teased his opening with his tongue.

“You’re dead, Potter. You are so…Oh gods!” he cried as he felt a finger enter him.

Harry rolled Draco\'s balls inside his mouth while he added another finger. In and out they went. Satisfied that Draco was ready, Harry crawled back up his body and aligned his cock with Draco\'s entrance. The blond squirmed beneath him in an attempt to make him go faster. But that just made Harry smile all the more. Inch by agonizing inch, he pushed in. Draco bucked and screamed but the other boy silenced him with a loving kiss.

Unable to take it anymore, Draco tightened his legs and his heels dug into Harry’s bum. He was fully sheathed within Draco and let out a loud moan. He held himself in place before withdrawing and then immersed back in. Harry grabbed Draco under his arms and pulled both of them up to a sitting position. Adjusting their legs to get comfortable, Harry lifted him up by his hips and lowered him back down.

But Draco had other ideas. He forced Harry backwards and straddled him. This time, Draco relentlessly teased Harry. The young wizard pulled him down and hugged him tight, kissing him thoroughly. Draco wasn’t distracted however. He drove himself down on Harry’s cock only to pull up slowly. The Gryffindor clawed at Draco\'s hips, urging him on.

That’s all it took for the blond to lose control. He sat upright, clasped his fingers with Harry’s and raised his hips before impaling himself down on his lover’s cock. Up and down, faster and faster, in and out. Harry clutched Draco\'s cock and both gasped as their climax hit them at once. Harry’s back bowed off the bed, tightened his muscles and howled as he exploded inside of Draco. The blond screamed Harry’s name as his cock spasmed and his release gushed all over Harry’s chest before collapsing on top of him, spreading it out between them.

Their bodies melted together and Harry stroked Draco\'s damp spine. Chests heaved in sync as the aftershocks coursed through their veins. They laid like that, just holding each other and softly kissed each other.

“Gods, I love you.”

TBC