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Feelings and Trust
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
9,835
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
That which is needed
Yes people, something fantastic happened 01:20 am today (local time), I updated!
I know it\'s been some time since I last updated, but what can I say.... I\'ve had 2 exams and found a new favorite anime, \"Trinity blood\" ^_^
It\'s so cool, it\'s not at all like the manga so I can continue to read that, so I\'m really happy. ^_^
Other then that, I\'ve been surfing korean DJ sites and found a bundle of harry potter fan pics and what not. Looks like draco/harry combos are popular there too. :-) nice to know. Wish I could read korean so I could buy some of them, they looked good.
THANKS for all the nice reviews! They are a great to read and very inspiring.
Disclamer: see first chapter.
^~~~^~~~~^
Chapter 3
Draco frowned. He was really trying not to, but it was infuriating. The list of injuries on the parchment he was currently reading, just kept getting longer.
Dr. Stark, his personal doctor, was currently “feeling” the air just over Harry\'s head. Now and again he would mutter something about “aura colour” and a new sentence would magically appear on a second parchment that rested on the bed.
They where in Draco\'s bed chamber. It was, not surprisingly, the most comfortable room in the house. It was a rather small bed chamber, considering the wealth of the owner, but the blond preferred the intimacy, the smaller size of the room gave. Although most would not call the room small, it being double the size of a normal muggle living room.
The parquet flooring under his feet, creaked as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. His eyes followed the fish bone pattern of the parquet, until his eyes came to one of his fine antique Persian mats. Looking for errors in the pattern of fine handmade mats, was somewhat of a hobby for Draco. It was nearly like meditation for him and he badly needed something to put his mind of the growing list in his hands.
Studying a cluster of flowers on the left side of the mat and comparing them to a similar cluster on the right side, he could feel his mind working in the background.
He had been lucky to have gotten Harry out of there when he did. It was a miracle in itself that the dark haired boy on his bed, had survived up until now.
It would seem, Harry’s magic had decided to put themselves into good use, while the wizard was wandless and beaten daily. The magic had self directed itself to healing him and preserving Harry’s life, by lowering his metabolism and putting him into a form of stasis when he was alone.
It had chocked both Draco and Dr. Stark, when they realized this. It was a well known technique for survival, but it took years to learn and master. Harry had “just” been captured 8 months ago. There was no way he could have learnt it by himself, during this time.
“Dombledor must have trained him better then I thought” was the only explanation he could come up with.
Blue eyes swept over to the king sized bed, where Harry lay shivering. He had the covers pulled over him and triple warming spells, but still he shivered. He looked like he was drowning in fabrics, as they cascaded of and around the bed in greens and black details.
Finally the doctor took a step away from his patient.
Making sure his “malfoy face” (Registered Trademark) was in place. Draco readied himself for the doctors conclusion.
“Mr. Malfoy, after examining this young man, I can only summarize it all, by telling you, if you wish for him to survive, we need to bring him out of this comatose state. His magical reserves can only sustain him for so long.” Draco could only nod his head as he listened.
“You told me he interacted with you just hours ago?” Draco cleared his throat and answered the doctor with “yes, that is correct.”.
Nodding slowly to himself, Dr. Stark continued “He must be quite at the end of his reserves then. He should otherwise be responsive to me and that, he has not. There is little to be done, about his other injuries, until this has been dealt with.”
Draco moved over to Harry and put his hand over his forehead. He was pale and feverish.
“how do we wake him?”
“Due to the magic involved, no potion or spell will work, I’m afraid. No, the only thing that I know to work, is to make him feel absolutely safe. ... I know, totally magic free remedies are very uncommon, unless they are muggle ones of course. But I assure you, in this case it is the only remedy and will be quite effective.” The doctor pulled out a small piece of parchment from one of his small medical pouches he had beside the bed.
“Here, take this. It’s a special emergency notification system I have. If he starts to wake up, rip this parchment in two and I’ll flu in, to what ever location you may be at. Remember, anything he feels at home with, favorite jumpers, music or even food, will help him along.”
As the other man left, Draco started thinking. What did Harry like? Where where his things and what facts did he actually know about the boy? Frustratingly little it would seem.
OK, if he, Draco Malfoy, did not know, who did? The answer was obvious, the rest of the golden trio. The mudblood and the red head where currently..... slaves or? Draco had’nt been keeping tabs on them.
He walked back over to Harry, letting his fingers play in the soft, dark, locks of his fringe.
Ah, yes, it was coming back to him now. The mudblood had gone to.... oh, never mind her, then. He actually felt a little sorry for her, what a horrible way to be broken. Was’nt even worth trying to get some answers about Harry from her.
Only the red head left then.
At least he’d gotten a more lenient master.
^~~~^~~~~^
I know it\'s been some time since I last updated, but what can I say.... I\'ve had 2 exams and found a new favorite anime, \"Trinity blood\" ^_^
It\'s so cool, it\'s not at all like the manga so I can continue to read that, so I\'m really happy. ^_^
Other then that, I\'ve been surfing korean DJ sites and found a bundle of harry potter fan pics and what not. Looks like draco/harry combos are popular there too. :-) nice to know. Wish I could read korean so I could buy some of them, they looked good.
THANKS for all the nice reviews! They are a great to read and very inspiring.
Disclamer: see first chapter.
^~~~^~~~~^
Chapter 3
Draco frowned. He was really trying not to, but it was infuriating. The list of injuries on the parchment he was currently reading, just kept getting longer.
Dr. Stark, his personal doctor, was currently “feeling” the air just over Harry\'s head. Now and again he would mutter something about “aura colour” and a new sentence would magically appear on a second parchment that rested on the bed.
They where in Draco\'s bed chamber. It was, not surprisingly, the most comfortable room in the house. It was a rather small bed chamber, considering the wealth of the owner, but the blond preferred the intimacy, the smaller size of the room gave. Although most would not call the room small, it being double the size of a normal muggle living room.
The parquet flooring under his feet, creaked as he shifted his weight from one foot to another. His eyes followed the fish bone pattern of the parquet, until his eyes came to one of his fine antique Persian mats. Looking for errors in the pattern of fine handmade mats, was somewhat of a hobby for Draco. It was nearly like meditation for him and he badly needed something to put his mind of the growing list in his hands.
Studying a cluster of flowers on the left side of the mat and comparing them to a similar cluster on the right side, he could feel his mind working in the background.
He had been lucky to have gotten Harry out of there when he did. It was a miracle in itself that the dark haired boy on his bed, had survived up until now.
It would seem, Harry’s magic had decided to put themselves into good use, while the wizard was wandless and beaten daily. The magic had self directed itself to healing him and preserving Harry’s life, by lowering his metabolism and putting him into a form of stasis when he was alone.
It had chocked both Draco and Dr. Stark, when they realized this. It was a well known technique for survival, but it took years to learn and master. Harry had “just” been captured 8 months ago. There was no way he could have learnt it by himself, during this time.
“Dombledor must have trained him better then I thought” was the only explanation he could come up with.
Blue eyes swept over to the king sized bed, where Harry lay shivering. He had the covers pulled over him and triple warming spells, but still he shivered. He looked like he was drowning in fabrics, as they cascaded of and around the bed in greens and black details.
Finally the doctor took a step away from his patient.
Making sure his “malfoy face” (Registered Trademark) was in place. Draco readied himself for the doctors conclusion.
“Mr. Malfoy, after examining this young man, I can only summarize it all, by telling you, if you wish for him to survive, we need to bring him out of this comatose state. His magical reserves can only sustain him for so long.” Draco could only nod his head as he listened.
“You told me he interacted with you just hours ago?” Draco cleared his throat and answered the doctor with “yes, that is correct.”.
Nodding slowly to himself, Dr. Stark continued “He must be quite at the end of his reserves then. He should otherwise be responsive to me and that, he has not. There is little to be done, about his other injuries, until this has been dealt with.”
Draco moved over to Harry and put his hand over his forehead. He was pale and feverish.
“how do we wake him?”
“Due to the magic involved, no potion or spell will work, I’m afraid. No, the only thing that I know to work, is to make him feel absolutely safe. ... I know, totally magic free remedies are very uncommon, unless they are muggle ones of course. But I assure you, in this case it is the only remedy and will be quite effective.” The doctor pulled out a small piece of parchment from one of his small medical pouches he had beside the bed.
“Here, take this. It’s a special emergency notification system I have. If he starts to wake up, rip this parchment in two and I’ll flu in, to what ever location you may be at. Remember, anything he feels at home with, favorite jumpers, music or even food, will help him along.”
As the other man left, Draco started thinking. What did Harry like? Where where his things and what facts did he actually know about the boy? Frustratingly little it would seem.
OK, if he, Draco Malfoy, did not know, who did? The answer was obvious, the rest of the golden trio. The mudblood and the red head where currently..... slaves or? Draco had’nt been keeping tabs on them.
He walked back over to Harry, letting his fingers play in the soft, dark, locks of his fringe.
Ah, yes, it was coming back to him now. The mudblood had gone to.... oh, never mind her, then. He actually felt a little sorry for her, what a horrible way to be broken. Was’nt even worth trying to get some answers about Harry from her.
Only the red head left then.
At least he’d gotten a more lenient master.
^~~~^~~~~^