Harry Potter the strangest 10 year old boy ever

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Note: I have a beta now and I thank her so much. Thank you jonadark :-) . But we are still getting used to each other and so if you find a mistake it is my mistake and not because she didn’t try to save you from my English.



„Speaking"



**“Thinking”**





Snape getting a piece of her mind



When Snape arrived at the hospital wing he was a bit unsure of what he had to expect. But we can’t blame him, because it was kind of abnormal to have Draco Malfoy knocking at your door rather impatiently and then, calm as ever, asking you to head to the hospital wing because your professional opinion about the extent of an potion-accident was required.



He knew that he was in trouble when he opened the door to see the one and only boy-who-lived sitting on a bed, looking rather disturbingly cute. He pulled a face, Potter and cute did not belong in the same line of thought—ever. It was then that he remembered that it was his fault that the boy had a potions accident, with a potion that he himself had declared incapable of doing more than making someone sticky. Snape felt nauseous. He just had to look at Potter to know that he would be receiving more than his fare share of Madam Pomfrey’s mind for being so careless with her favourite patient.



While Madam Pomfrey was telling Snape to stand in the corner and to be ashamed, Draco walked directly to Harry, who’s face broke into an immediate smile which was followed closely by the most charming blush. Because even a ten year old, mistreated and sometimes abused Harry Potter is able to come back to earth when he gets fifteen minutes to calm down without someone crying or screaming or making sudden appearances.



**“Oh my god he is too cute! **

How do you feel?” Draco asked, concerned. He peered down at the boy with affection. “Has the Lady told you what your results are?"



"Yes, she told me that I am quite healthy and…” Harry’s blush deepened, causing Draco to lean in closer.



“What?”



“I…I recognised that I was acting kind of strange since we…met, as if I didn’t possess a whole brain. But now I won’t…I’ll act normal now!” Draco grimaced; he had to suppress the urge to hug the boy. “And…and I know that you aren’t really an angel, just an extraordinary looking human who looks like one.”



Harry’s earlier behaviour was really bothering him, because he’d appeared brain-dead and had thought that the boy or man before him was an angel (who he tried not to call angel anymore, after he recognised that the angel was indeed a human being) and he hoped that this boy, man, angel wouldn’t think low of him.



"That's kind of sad, because I like it when you call me angel" Draco answered with a smirk which sent Harry heat to his cheeks again.



"Errm, but I would like to call you by your real name.” Harry whispered softly as he thought hard. “Was it Dragon? I wasn’t paying too much attention to what you where saying at that time." While he said this, Harry happily continued blushing.



"That is absolutely understandable, after all you were in shock. It’s Draco, but dragon is the meaning of Draco, so whichever pleases you will be fine." After that, Draco had to remind himself of the ten-year- Harry inside of seventeen-year-old boyfriend’s body. The last time Harry’s head had been this burning shade of fire-red had been when he had asked about what he would have to be prepared for, to be ready for their first time. And Draco had thought he knew the meaning of the word ‘tempting’.



But then his attention was dragged back to the adults in the room. Snape was making his way to Harry’s bedside, catching the boy unawares as Harry had been too busy…err…blushing.

But Draco knew that it was not a god idea to let the professor near Harry, when Snape was anything but absolutely relaxed…meaning completely and utterly stoned…meaning it was never a good idea!!

So Draco performed the griffindor-ish act of leaping in front of Harry to take the wrath that was to come.



Black eyes rolled at this show of affection and glowered at the blond. "Get out of the way I have to ask him some questions. Now. "



"You will scare him and I am more capable of answering most of your questions than he is!"



"When you already know the questions I am going to ask, spare me the breath of asking and answer them." Snape spat highly disgusted of his prime student’s protective behaviour, towards Potter of all people.



"Okay, he had toast with marmalade at breakfast, pie for lunch and sausages with potatoes for dinner. With every meal he had two glasses of pumpkin juice. He wasn’t hit with a spell in or out of class…today. He kept himself out of any other trouble, as fare as I know. For further information you would be in need of consulting the Gryffindors, because of my absence from their common room. Any other questions? No? Then I am asking you to leave Harry alone and start to examine the potion that caused all this trouble!" At the end Draco lost some of his calm and the last sentence came out an angry hiss.



Even Snape felt kind of threatened when he saw the ice prince lose his cool. So he considered it best to do as he was asked -or rather, ordered to do- and left without another word.



While Draco and the professor were arguing Madam Pomfrey decided that it would be best to treat Harry like a first year-student and had consequently formed a new to-do-list. So:

- First, put him to sleep (Malfoy would have to stay because Harry can not be put to sleep without the aid of magic)

- Then wakeup Dumbledore and tell him about the incident (otherwise he would feel neglected and refuse to send her a Christmas gift)

- Tomorrow ask the Gryffindors if they have anything in addition to tell her.



So Draco and Harry were shooed to bed (two different beds!) and ordered to stay in them until they were ordered to do otherwise.



But alone in such a grand bed in such a grand room Harry felt entirely unprotected and buried under his cover where he remained, shivering. After a few moments he heard something move outside and started to whimper. He wanted his cupboard, wanted someone to rescue him…he had entirely forgotten his angel Draco in the bed next to him. He just had to cry out for him and Draco would rescue him. He was absolutely sure about that; an angel can defeat anything, even uncle Vernon!



"H...Help me Draco! There is something next to my bed! Please!!"



" Harry, it’s just me, I wanted to ask if you were okay or… if you wanted to share my bed with me." Draco tried to reassure Harry. What he didn’t have in mind was, that he was not talking to the normal post-vision-fears-Harry, but to an absolute terrified-over-who-might-enter-his-cupboard-pre-Hogwartsletter-Harry in the body of a sixteen years old boy.



And so Draco found himself on the floor with a heap of sheets and a boy of roughly his own size on top of him, because when Harry had heard his voice he’d jumped in the direction of that voice (intent on hiding behind someone bigger and stronger than himself). Even though Harry was a few inches smaller than Draco, he was a lot heavier than he was as a half-starved ten year old boy.



"Ugh…Harry, love you too, but you are suffocating me." Draco choked out from under Harry.

But the only answer he got was a small, barely audible “Sorry” and shivering. So Draco had to get up, while Harry was still clinging to him and steer them to his bed, where they both tumbled down into another heap. After a few minutes of calming persuasion on Draco’s part Harry relaxed a bit and crawled into Draco’s arms.



And this was how their visitors found them in the morning, a cuddling mass of intertwined bodies.



Tbc.



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Sorry to keep you waiting. I will post as soon as I can but some times I will need sometime because my boyfriend made plans for some days in a row and keeps me occupied. Next chapter will explain more about the potion and 5. will contain smut. Stay with me and give me some revives and you make me happy.



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