It Seems To Be
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
2,757
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23
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Chapter 3
Title: It Seems To Be
Author: S. A. Rodriguez
Rating: NC-17 (over all)
Warnings: Not yet damnit!
Summary: Draco Malfoy is the only Malfoy left when his parents and his wife are both murdered. When Harry Potter is sent to lead the investigation, strange things begin to occur. While the Ministry still thinks Malfoy is evil, Harry knows better. He knows that Draco is the real saviour.
Disclaimer: I\'m still poor!
Beta: The impeccable Becks!
Author Notes: In this chapter, we discover why Draco is so sickly. It’s a bit longer than the last chapter, but still short. I like to pump out a little bit each time. It’s good for my head, lol. If I sit at my computer for hours and write long chapters, I’ll get sick of the story and never finish it. So don’t complain, okay? This way, you might just get to read the whole damn thing lol. Enjoy!
Draco Malfoy was in a coma-like state at St. Mungo’s. Even the most trained healer could not figure out what was the matter with him. His eyes remained open, empty skies of grey staring at nothing.
But something strange happened. When he had been brought in, Draco was sickly looking, as if he hadn’t slept or eaten in months. After Harry Potter arrived to check up on him, his body seemed to change. His body began to fill out. The ethereal glow to his skin came back. His features softened, and the deep black holes under his eyes disappeared.
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Harry sat in his chair beside the hospital bed and stared at its occupant for hours, undisturbed. He even risked twining their fingers together and holding their hands over his heart. Tears threatened at the thought of Draco’s death, but when the patient began to stir, Harry dropped his hand and quickly regained composure.
Upon awakening, Draco sighed deeply and looked around the room. A tiny smirk met his lips as he took in Harry’s presence.
“Oh no, Potter. Please tell me you brought cigarettes. I can’t handle a weepy Harry without cigarettes.” He sat up in the bed and smiled, reaching out to pat Harry’s hand.
The bespectacled young man sat up stiffly in his chair and shook off the minute sign of affection. His face began to blush as he reached into his robes and held out a half empty pack of cigarettes he had nicked from the table at Malfoy Manor. Draco snatched them from his hand and hopped around on his bum with glee.
“Thanks Potter. You have no idea how much.” Harry blushed again at the almost nonexistent innuendo.
“Yes, well…you’re welcome. I do have a few more questions though, if you don’t mind.” He said as he pulled his notebook from his robes. He didn’t expect for Draco to snatch it from his hand, but he did.
“Wotcher, Potter. It’s alright. I’m innocent. I don’t think anybody would mind if I had a look, save you.” Harry tried desperately to get the notebook back as a full body blush threatened to make an appearance. But Draco hopped out of the bed and ran around the room as Harry chased him in vain. Draco suddenly stopped running when the door opened, and as his hunter didn’t posses much grace, he slammed into the wall.
“Potter, watch where you’re going. I’m a sick man!” Draco tucked the notebook in the back of his hospital standard pyjama bottoms and took a seat on the bed. He stifled a giggle as Harry picked himself up off the floor and flopped down in his chair, trying his best to avoid whoever it was that came through the door.
“Mr. Malfoy, seeming as you’re all better without any of our help, we’re letting you go.” The healer blurted out with rosy spots on her face. She quickly exited the room without another word.
“Alright then. I get to go home. Lovely.” Draco sunk down in the bed with an annoyed look on his face.
“Erm, the investigation is closed, Malfoy. They searched the house from top to bottom and couldn’t find any traces of dark magic, and-“ Harry quickly stopped speaking as Draco’s face quickly began to pale, shadows of black reappearing under his eyes. “Malfoy, what’s wrong?”
Draco pulled the blanket on the bed up over himself and moved his body into a fetal position.
“Potter, whatever you do. Just don’t talk about, you know, the uh…ugly type of thing…that we do, as wizards.” Harry’s face scrunched up in confusion and he ripped the blanket from Draco’s body. He reached over and touched his hand to a soft arm.
“Malfoy, what’s wrong? Please tell me.” Harry couldn’t help but wrap his fingers around the arm he touched, and he gently pulled Draco back into a seated position. His face had coloured again, and the spots under his eyes were gone. He sighed deeply and lit a cigarette, ignoring the fact that he was in a hospital. Taking a long drag before speaking, his eyes lifted from his lap and stared into Harry’s own. He put on a sad sort of smile and blew the smoke from between his lips.
“I’m kind of allergic to that…certain type of magic.”
Author: S. A. Rodriguez
Rating: NC-17 (over all)
Warnings: Not yet damnit!
Summary: Draco Malfoy is the only Malfoy left when his parents and his wife are both murdered. When Harry Potter is sent to lead the investigation, strange things begin to occur. While the Ministry still thinks Malfoy is evil, Harry knows better. He knows that Draco is the real saviour.
Disclaimer: I\'m still poor!
Beta: The impeccable Becks!
Author Notes: In this chapter, we discover why Draco is so sickly. It’s a bit longer than the last chapter, but still short. I like to pump out a little bit each time. It’s good for my head, lol. If I sit at my computer for hours and write long chapters, I’ll get sick of the story and never finish it. So don’t complain, okay? This way, you might just get to read the whole damn thing lol. Enjoy!
Draco Malfoy was in a coma-like state at St. Mungo’s. Even the most trained healer could not figure out what was the matter with him. His eyes remained open, empty skies of grey staring at nothing.
But something strange happened. When he had been brought in, Draco was sickly looking, as if he hadn’t slept or eaten in months. After Harry Potter arrived to check up on him, his body seemed to change. His body began to fill out. The ethereal glow to his skin came back. His features softened, and the deep black holes under his eyes disappeared.
-
Harry sat in his chair beside the hospital bed and stared at its occupant for hours, undisturbed. He even risked twining their fingers together and holding their hands over his heart. Tears threatened at the thought of Draco’s death, but when the patient began to stir, Harry dropped his hand and quickly regained composure.
Upon awakening, Draco sighed deeply and looked around the room. A tiny smirk met his lips as he took in Harry’s presence.
“Oh no, Potter. Please tell me you brought cigarettes. I can’t handle a weepy Harry without cigarettes.” He sat up in the bed and smiled, reaching out to pat Harry’s hand.
The bespectacled young man sat up stiffly in his chair and shook off the minute sign of affection. His face began to blush as he reached into his robes and held out a half empty pack of cigarettes he had nicked from the table at Malfoy Manor. Draco snatched them from his hand and hopped around on his bum with glee.
“Thanks Potter. You have no idea how much.” Harry blushed again at the almost nonexistent innuendo.
“Yes, well…you’re welcome. I do have a few more questions though, if you don’t mind.” He said as he pulled his notebook from his robes. He didn’t expect for Draco to snatch it from his hand, but he did.
“Wotcher, Potter. It’s alright. I’m innocent. I don’t think anybody would mind if I had a look, save you.” Harry tried desperately to get the notebook back as a full body blush threatened to make an appearance. But Draco hopped out of the bed and ran around the room as Harry chased him in vain. Draco suddenly stopped running when the door opened, and as his hunter didn’t posses much grace, he slammed into the wall.
“Potter, watch where you’re going. I’m a sick man!” Draco tucked the notebook in the back of his hospital standard pyjama bottoms and took a seat on the bed. He stifled a giggle as Harry picked himself up off the floor and flopped down in his chair, trying his best to avoid whoever it was that came through the door.
“Mr. Malfoy, seeming as you’re all better without any of our help, we’re letting you go.” The healer blurted out with rosy spots on her face. She quickly exited the room without another word.
“Alright then. I get to go home. Lovely.” Draco sunk down in the bed with an annoyed look on his face.
“Erm, the investigation is closed, Malfoy. They searched the house from top to bottom and couldn’t find any traces of dark magic, and-“ Harry quickly stopped speaking as Draco’s face quickly began to pale, shadows of black reappearing under his eyes. “Malfoy, what’s wrong?”
Draco pulled the blanket on the bed up over himself and moved his body into a fetal position.
“Potter, whatever you do. Just don’t talk about, you know, the uh…ugly type of thing…that we do, as wizards.” Harry’s face scrunched up in confusion and he ripped the blanket from Draco’s body. He reached over and touched his hand to a soft arm.
“Malfoy, what’s wrong? Please tell me.” Harry couldn’t help but wrap his fingers around the arm he touched, and he gently pulled Draco back into a seated position. His face had coloured again, and the spots under his eyes were gone. He sighed deeply and lit a cigarette, ignoring the fact that he was in a hospital. Taking a long drag before speaking, his eyes lifted from his lap and stared into Harry’s own. He put on a sad sort of smile and blew the smoke from between his lips.
“I’m kind of allergic to that…certain type of magic.”