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I Never Knew
Chapter Number/Total: 30/32
Chapter Title: I Never Knew
Words: 2437 Words
Harry arrived back in the entrance of the hospital and Tonks arrived a moment later beside him. Draco was still covered in blood, gaping wounds on his legs and whip marks on his back. Healers rushed forward immediately, taking Draco from Harry's arms.
Harry watched them, still sitting on the ground where he’d landed. He didn't know what to think or what to do. Even if the spell somehow let him live, Harry wouldn't know what to do without Draco.
They put Draco on a pallet and, using a spell, began to move him into one of the Crisis Rooms. Tonks helped Harry to his feet, looking worriedly after him. Another St. Mungo’s employee walked up to the two of them. "Are either of you family?" she asked.
Harry raised his hand, still not saying a word.
"How are you related?" the woman with the clipboard asked.
"Married," Harry lied, not even stopping to think if that were possible.
The woman frowned and looked at suspiciously Harry.
"Wizarding law doesn't recognise gay marriage, Harry," Tonks explained, then looked at the woman. "I'm his cousin and I think that makes me his closest living relative."
Harry looked down, wrapping his arms around himself. Why didn't Tonks just step up and say that in the first place?
"We want to know what is happening to Draco Malfoy," Tonks said, her voice strong and clear. She took Harry's hand in hers.
"We need some basic information about the patient first," the woman insisted. “Full name?”
“Draco Soren Malfoy,” Tonks answered, and Harry was surprised to realise he had never asked Draco his middle name. Tonks did her best to answer questions such as Draco's date of birth, and so on.
Harry was barely listening as Tonks spoke, looking distant as he stared down at the floor. All he could think about was Draco fighting for his life. He looked up after a minute of this and interrupted the woman's next question. "Can I see him now?"
The woman shot Harry a disapproving glance. "He is being seen by the Healers," she said in a clipped tone and then turned back to Tonks, asking for Draco's parents’ names.
Harry's eyes narrowed, anger beginning to bubble up inside. "No, I want to see him now," he said again, his voice rising. He pulled his hand out of Tonks' and moved to step in front of the woman.
Her eyes widened. Tonks looked surprised as well.
"I mean now," Harry growled, and even though he was shorter than the woman, he leant forward and glared at her.
Tonks shook her head. "Harry, just go find him," she said, pointing in the direction they had taken Draco.
Harry nodded stiffly and turned, walking in that direction and down the hall.
He found him in the second Crisis Room. They had him suspended in air with a Mobilicorpus Spell while they examined him. One Healer was working on the spell damage on his back while another was cursing softly as he examined the leg wounds.
"They looked like large animal bites," the man was saying, "but someone actually hacked his legs up with a knife."
Harry's face fell again as he slowly walked inside the room, looking up at Draco. "Is he ..." He couldn't finish his sentence, feeling like his throat was closing up.
The woman Healer looked up at Harry, startled. "Who are you?"
"Is he going to be okay?" Harry choked out, wrapping his arms around himself.
The man scowled, looking up at Harry. The woman sighed. "Are you family?" she asked kindly.
"Just tell me if he's going to be okay! Please!" Harry yelled, unable to look away from Draco.
"We are trying to help him," she said. "He is alive but he is very … badly damaged."
Harry swallowed, nodding a few times. "Help him," he insisted, stepping back so that he wasn't in their way anymore.
"I am Elizabeth," the Healer said in a gentle voice. "What is your name?"
"Harry," he replied quietly, slowly looking away from Draco and looking at the Healer.
"Michael is helping your ..." she trailed off, waiting for Harry to finish the sentence.
"Boyfriend," Harry said, said softly, not knowing how else to explain how much Draco meant to him. "Are you sure he'll be okay? I could ... I could help."
"What is your boyfriend's name, Harry?" Elizabeth asked in that same gentle voice.
"Draco," Harry replied, leaning against the wall behind them. This woman was a lot easier to talk to than the first one, and he was glad for that.
"Harry," she said, "your boyfriend was attacked. Do you know what they did to him?"
Harry looked over at Draco again, biting his lip and slowly nodding.
"Then you know he has been torn inside as well and has lost a lot of blood," she said, moving back over to Draco.
Michael looked up at Harry then back to Elizabeth. "I don't know if we can regrow some of this, there is a lot of tissue missing," he admitted.
Harry swallowed against the lump in his throat. "I said I could help him." He pushed himself off the wall and walked forward, stepping directly in front of Draco. Was his magic only for killing? The prophecy was done. Did that mean all he was here for was to kill? Harry realised he wanted to be a person who could make things better, not destroy things. He'd healed Draco before, and now when his lover needed him, he wanted to do this more than anything he had done anything before.
Michael frowned up at him. "Are you a Healer?"
Harry ignored him, flexing his hand before reaching over and placing it on Draco's bare leg. The skin was cold and sticky with blood. Harry squeezed his eyes and focused completely on what it felt like to touch that skin before. As Harry focused on the image of Draco's leg whole, warm and unmarked, he felt his magic answer him, felt Draco's leg begin to regrow.
"Merlin!" Michael said, pulling back startled.
Harry didn't open his eyes or acknowledge the man, but his body had begun to shake with the feel of the magic he was using. He reached up with his other arm and placed it underneath Draco, gently pressing against his back.
Both Healers backed away in surprise as Harry and Draco both began to glow.
Harry felt then that he couldn't have pulled his hands away even if he wanted to. They felt like they were stuck to Draco's skin. He did open his eyes a little, almost immediately closing them when he saw the bright blue light that was enveloping them.
Draco felt lost in a world of pain and darkness, unable to find his way out. Then there was a light and he automatically reached for it, finding it began to fill him with pleasure instead of pain. And it ... tasted ... like Harry. He gasped, taking deep lungfuls of air.
Harry heard that gasp and felt the surge of energy in his lover's body. He let his magic flow into Draco, feeling it reach deep inside to fix anything that was hurting or not working right. Draco's body seemed to soak it up and then, after what felt like a long time, Harry's magic began to flicker and then dim. He continued to hold onto his lover even as he began to get dizzy. Draco's body lowered slowly to the table below and Harry half collapsed over him. Both Healers stood in stunned shock.
"Harry?" Draco managed to gasp, his voice rough and his throat dry. He lifted a trembling hand to touch his lover's hair.
Harry didn't move, his cheek pressed against Draco's now warm skin. He shuddered in relief when he felt his lover’s hand.
Draco's shaking fingers petted Harry's hair. He was aware that he was lying naked on a medical table in what appeared to be a hospital room. He blinked, trying to make his eyes focus. "Baby, are you hurt?" he asked, the first thing that came to mind.
Harry managed to finally detach his hand from Draco's leg, the one underneath him slowly pulling out and hanging by his side. He was exhausted and lightheaded, but he did open his eyes a little for Draco.
Emerald eyes looked up at him and Draco couldn't help but smile. "I love you," he whispered.
Elizabeth seemed to come out of shock then and walked up slowly to stand beside the bed. "Are you two ...?" she began but still didn't seem to know what to say as she looked down at them.
"The wounds on his legs are gone," Michael said from where he stood by the wall.
Harry ignored them, what little attention he had left focused only on Draco. "Love you, too," Harry breathed out softly, his eyes closing again as he completely collapsed, his legs giving way.
***
When Harry next woke, he was in a bed, covers tucked around him and he could hear voices speaking softly in the room. He blinked open his eyes, trying to focus and look around the room.
"He's awake," Draco said and stepped beside the bed.
Harry tried to push himself up in the bed.
"Take it easy," Draco said, helping him sit up. They were in the recovery room with Mark and a second bed had been added. Mark was propped up in the other one.
"You're both okay," Harry sighed happily, looking over at Mark and smiling again.
Draco sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching to cup Harry's chin with his hand. "Thanks to you," he said. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt Tonks had gotten for him.
Harry leant into the touch, looking into Draco's eyes. "Anything for you. You're feeling good, then?"
Mark moved to get off the bed and walk over to Harry's, his upper body still wrapped up and his right arm in a sling.
Draco slid his other arm around Mark, pulling him down to sit in his lap on Harry's bed. "I have some scars from the magical damage, but otherwise I’m completely healed. They tell me you did that as well."
Harry's cheeks coloured softly as he nodded. "They didn't think they would be able to really help you. I couldn't just stand there and watch that. I had to do something."
Mark comfortably curled up slightly in Draco's lap, his head resting against the blond’s chest. "You're amazing, Harry. Just ... amazing," he whispered.
Draco kissed the top of Mark's curly head and smiled at Harry. "I told him how you saved us," Draco said. "Mark doesn't remember much after the snake got to him."
"I thought I was going to die," Mark whispered, closing his eyes. "But then I thought I deserved it ... after what I did ...."
Harry watched him, slowly frowning. "You didn't deserve anything they did to you, Mark."
Draco held Mark tighter, pressing his face to the smaller man's head and kissing him again. "You did what you had to do," he whispered. "If you hadn't, all three of us would have died."
"But I cut you," Mark insisted. "It was horrible having to listen to you ... and I couldn't stop ...."
Harry still wasn't sure of what he was talking about, but then he remembered the deep wounds on Draco's legs. The Healers had said they weren't from an animal, but from someone cutting the flesh with a knife.
Draco looked over at Harry. "Do you remember what they did to Fred?" he asked. "They were going to do the same to me. He stopped them."
Harry winced, easily remembering. "You saved him, Mark. You saved both of us," he said honestly, looking at him gratefully.
Mark shuddered, slowly opening his eyes and looking at Harry. "I never want to do something like that ever, ever again."
Draco glanced at the clock on the wall and then looked into Harry's eyes. "It's been nearly twenty-four hours now," he said softly.
"Feels much longer than just that," Mark said, not understanding the meaning of it.
"Has it been?" Harry asked quietly. He glanced at the closed door to the room and then looked back at Draco.
Draco smiled softly. "Let me seal the door," he said, and gently eased Mark from his lap to sit on the bed. He held up his wand. "Tonks found it for me," he said before walking over and casting both Locking and Silencing Charms on the door.
Mark curiously watched Draco, moving up to snuggle next to Harry. "What's he doing?"
"Locking and silencing the room. So no one can come in or hear us," Harry explained, looking at Mark. "I really am sorry, Mark." He reached over and gently touched his damaged arm, stroking it with his thumb.
"I'm just glad to be alive. With the both of you," Mark said softly.
Draco walked back, smiling at his two lovers as he began to undress. "We will have to be gentle with Mark," he said.
"Sex?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat up again. "Why now? Not that I'm complaining ...."
"Remember when Harlan got sick and we said I have to do something for him everyday?" Draco asked, dropping his shirt on the other bed and then unfastening his trousers.
Mark nodded, glancing back at Harry. "Yeah.” And then his eyes widened. “Sex is what helps you?" he asked.
Harry blushed and smiled, looking up at Draco. "You could say that ... yeah."
"There is a spell that binds us together," Draco explained, now standing nude and half-aroused in front of them. "It requires I fuck Harry everyday or he will be in pain. Also, if I had died, so would he."
Mark's eyes went wide in surprise. "You should ... probably do it soon, then." He turned to Harry, reaching to help him pull off the hospital gown with one hand. "Harry, I'm so glad you saved him. If you had both died ...."
Harry reached out and gently cupped Mark's cheek, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Enough of that. It's over. We're all fine."
"Do you feel up to joining us?" Draco asked Mark, smiling at him and reaching to caress his curls.
Harry pulled his gown off the rest of the way, already naked under the sheets.
"Yeah, if you want me to," Mark said, smiling up at Draco.
“Yes, I want you,” Draco answered, realising then how many levels on which he meant that.
Chapter Title: I Never Knew
Words: 2437 Words
Harry arrived back in the entrance of the hospital and Tonks arrived a moment later beside him. Draco was still covered in blood, gaping wounds on his legs and whip marks on his back. Healers rushed forward immediately, taking Draco from Harry's arms.
Harry watched them, still sitting on the ground where he’d landed. He didn't know what to think or what to do. Even if the spell somehow let him live, Harry wouldn't know what to do without Draco.
They put Draco on a pallet and, using a spell, began to move him into one of the Crisis Rooms. Tonks helped Harry to his feet, looking worriedly after him. Another St. Mungo’s employee walked up to the two of them. "Are either of you family?" she asked.
Harry raised his hand, still not saying a word.
"How are you related?" the woman with the clipboard asked.
"Married," Harry lied, not even stopping to think if that were possible.
The woman frowned and looked at suspiciously Harry.
"Wizarding law doesn't recognise gay marriage, Harry," Tonks explained, then looked at the woman. "I'm his cousin and I think that makes me his closest living relative."
Harry looked down, wrapping his arms around himself. Why didn't Tonks just step up and say that in the first place?
"We want to know what is happening to Draco Malfoy," Tonks said, her voice strong and clear. She took Harry's hand in hers.
"We need some basic information about the patient first," the woman insisted. “Full name?”
“Draco Soren Malfoy,” Tonks answered, and Harry was surprised to realise he had never asked Draco his middle name. Tonks did her best to answer questions such as Draco's date of birth, and so on.
Harry was barely listening as Tonks spoke, looking distant as he stared down at the floor. All he could think about was Draco fighting for his life. He looked up after a minute of this and interrupted the woman's next question. "Can I see him now?"
The woman shot Harry a disapproving glance. "He is being seen by the Healers," she said in a clipped tone and then turned back to Tonks, asking for Draco's parents’ names.
Harry's eyes narrowed, anger beginning to bubble up inside. "No, I want to see him now," he said again, his voice rising. He pulled his hand out of Tonks' and moved to step in front of the woman.
Her eyes widened. Tonks looked surprised as well.
"I mean now," Harry growled, and even though he was shorter than the woman, he leant forward and glared at her.
Tonks shook her head. "Harry, just go find him," she said, pointing in the direction they had taken Draco.
Harry nodded stiffly and turned, walking in that direction and down the hall.
He found him in the second Crisis Room. They had him suspended in air with a Mobilicorpus Spell while they examined him. One Healer was working on the spell damage on his back while another was cursing softly as he examined the leg wounds.
"They looked like large animal bites," the man was saying, "but someone actually hacked his legs up with a knife."
Harry's face fell again as he slowly walked inside the room, looking up at Draco. "Is he ..." He couldn't finish his sentence, feeling like his throat was closing up.
The woman Healer looked up at Harry, startled. "Who are you?"
"Is he going to be okay?" Harry choked out, wrapping his arms around himself.
The man scowled, looking up at Harry. The woman sighed. "Are you family?" she asked kindly.
"Just tell me if he's going to be okay! Please!" Harry yelled, unable to look away from Draco.
"We are trying to help him," she said. "He is alive but he is very … badly damaged."
Harry swallowed, nodding a few times. "Help him," he insisted, stepping back so that he wasn't in their way anymore.
"I am Elizabeth," the Healer said in a gentle voice. "What is your name?"
"Harry," he replied quietly, slowly looking away from Draco and looking at the Healer.
"Michael is helping your ..." she trailed off, waiting for Harry to finish the sentence.
"Boyfriend," Harry said, said softly, not knowing how else to explain how much Draco meant to him. "Are you sure he'll be okay? I could ... I could help."
"What is your boyfriend's name, Harry?" Elizabeth asked in that same gentle voice.
"Draco," Harry replied, leaning against the wall behind them. This woman was a lot easier to talk to than the first one, and he was glad for that.
"Harry," she said, "your boyfriend was attacked. Do you know what they did to him?"
Harry looked over at Draco again, biting his lip and slowly nodding.
"Then you know he has been torn inside as well and has lost a lot of blood," she said, moving back over to Draco.
Michael looked up at Harry then back to Elizabeth. "I don't know if we can regrow some of this, there is a lot of tissue missing," he admitted.
Harry swallowed against the lump in his throat. "I said I could help him." He pushed himself off the wall and walked forward, stepping directly in front of Draco. Was his magic only for killing? The prophecy was done. Did that mean all he was here for was to kill? Harry realised he wanted to be a person who could make things better, not destroy things. He'd healed Draco before, and now when his lover needed him, he wanted to do this more than anything he had done anything before.
Michael frowned up at him. "Are you a Healer?"
Harry ignored him, flexing his hand before reaching over and placing it on Draco's bare leg. The skin was cold and sticky with blood. Harry squeezed his eyes and focused completely on what it felt like to touch that skin before. As Harry focused on the image of Draco's leg whole, warm and unmarked, he felt his magic answer him, felt Draco's leg begin to regrow.
"Merlin!" Michael said, pulling back startled.
Harry didn't open his eyes or acknowledge the man, but his body had begun to shake with the feel of the magic he was using. He reached up with his other arm and placed it underneath Draco, gently pressing against his back.
Both Healers backed away in surprise as Harry and Draco both began to glow.
Harry felt then that he couldn't have pulled his hands away even if he wanted to. They felt like they were stuck to Draco's skin. He did open his eyes a little, almost immediately closing them when he saw the bright blue light that was enveloping them.
Draco felt lost in a world of pain and darkness, unable to find his way out. Then there was a light and he automatically reached for it, finding it began to fill him with pleasure instead of pain. And it ... tasted ... like Harry. He gasped, taking deep lungfuls of air.
Harry heard that gasp and felt the surge of energy in his lover's body. He let his magic flow into Draco, feeling it reach deep inside to fix anything that was hurting or not working right. Draco's body seemed to soak it up and then, after what felt like a long time, Harry's magic began to flicker and then dim. He continued to hold onto his lover even as he began to get dizzy. Draco's body lowered slowly to the table below and Harry half collapsed over him. Both Healers stood in stunned shock.
"Harry?" Draco managed to gasp, his voice rough and his throat dry. He lifted a trembling hand to touch his lover's hair.
Harry didn't move, his cheek pressed against Draco's now warm skin. He shuddered in relief when he felt his lover’s hand.
Draco's shaking fingers petted Harry's hair. He was aware that he was lying naked on a medical table in what appeared to be a hospital room. He blinked, trying to make his eyes focus. "Baby, are you hurt?" he asked, the first thing that came to mind.
Harry managed to finally detach his hand from Draco's leg, the one underneath him slowly pulling out and hanging by his side. He was exhausted and lightheaded, but he did open his eyes a little for Draco.
Emerald eyes looked up at him and Draco couldn't help but smile. "I love you," he whispered.
Elizabeth seemed to come out of shock then and walked up slowly to stand beside the bed. "Are you two ...?" she began but still didn't seem to know what to say as she looked down at them.
"The wounds on his legs are gone," Michael said from where he stood by the wall.
Harry ignored them, what little attention he had left focused only on Draco. "Love you, too," Harry breathed out softly, his eyes closing again as he completely collapsed, his legs giving way.
***
When Harry next woke, he was in a bed, covers tucked around him and he could hear voices speaking softly in the room. He blinked open his eyes, trying to focus and look around the room.
"He's awake," Draco said and stepped beside the bed.
Harry tried to push himself up in the bed.
"Take it easy," Draco said, helping him sit up. They were in the recovery room with Mark and a second bed had been added. Mark was propped up in the other one.
"You're both okay," Harry sighed happily, looking over at Mark and smiling again.
Draco sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching to cup Harry's chin with his hand. "Thanks to you," he said. He was dressed in slacks and a shirt Tonks had gotten for him.
Harry leant into the touch, looking into Draco's eyes. "Anything for you. You're feeling good, then?"
Mark moved to get off the bed and walk over to Harry's, his upper body still wrapped up and his right arm in a sling.
Draco slid his other arm around Mark, pulling him down to sit in his lap on Harry's bed. "I have some scars from the magical damage, but otherwise I’m completely healed. They tell me you did that as well."
Harry's cheeks coloured softly as he nodded. "They didn't think they would be able to really help you. I couldn't just stand there and watch that. I had to do something."
Mark comfortably curled up slightly in Draco's lap, his head resting against the blond’s chest. "You're amazing, Harry. Just ... amazing," he whispered.
Draco kissed the top of Mark's curly head and smiled at Harry. "I told him how you saved us," Draco said. "Mark doesn't remember much after the snake got to him."
"I thought I was going to die," Mark whispered, closing his eyes. "But then I thought I deserved it ... after what I did ...."
Harry watched him, slowly frowning. "You didn't deserve anything they did to you, Mark."
Draco held Mark tighter, pressing his face to the smaller man's head and kissing him again. "You did what you had to do," he whispered. "If you hadn't, all three of us would have died."
"But I cut you," Mark insisted. "It was horrible having to listen to you ... and I couldn't stop ...."
Harry still wasn't sure of what he was talking about, but then he remembered the deep wounds on Draco's legs. The Healers had said they weren't from an animal, but from someone cutting the flesh with a knife.
Draco looked over at Harry. "Do you remember what they did to Fred?" he asked. "They were going to do the same to me. He stopped them."
Harry winced, easily remembering. "You saved him, Mark. You saved both of us," he said honestly, looking at him gratefully.
Mark shuddered, slowly opening his eyes and looking at Harry. "I never want to do something like that ever, ever again."
Draco glanced at the clock on the wall and then looked into Harry's eyes. "It's been nearly twenty-four hours now," he said softly.
"Feels much longer than just that," Mark said, not understanding the meaning of it.
"Has it been?" Harry asked quietly. He glanced at the closed door to the room and then looked back at Draco.
Draco smiled softly. "Let me seal the door," he said, and gently eased Mark from his lap to sit on the bed. He held up his wand. "Tonks found it for me," he said before walking over and casting both Locking and Silencing Charms on the door.
Mark curiously watched Draco, moving up to snuggle next to Harry. "What's he doing?"
"Locking and silencing the room. So no one can come in or hear us," Harry explained, looking at Mark. "I really am sorry, Mark." He reached over and gently touched his damaged arm, stroking it with his thumb.
"I'm just glad to be alive. With the both of you," Mark said softly.
Draco walked back, smiling at his two lovers as he began to undress. "We will have to be gentle with Mark," he said.
"Sex?" Mark asked, raising an eyebrow as he sat up again. "Why now? Not that I'm complaining ...."
"Remember when Harlan got sick and we said I have to do something for him everyday?" Draco asked, dropping his shirt on the other bed and then unfastening his trousers.
Mark nodded, glancing back at Harry. "Yeah.” And then his eyes widened. “Sex is what helps you?" he asked.
Harry blushed and smiled, looking up at Draco. "You could say that ... yeah."
"There is a spell that binds us together," Draco explained, now standing nude and half-aroused in front of them. "It requires I fuck Harry everyday or he will be in pain. Also, if I had died, so would he."
Mark's eyes went wide in surprise. "You should ... probably do it soon, then." He turned to Harry, reaching to help him pull off the hospital gown with one hand. "Harry, I'm so glad you saved him. If you had both died ...."
Harry reached out and gently cupped Mark's cheek, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Enough of that. It's over. We're all fine."
"Do you feel up to joining us?" Draco asked Mark, smiling at him and reaching to caress his curls.
Harry pulled his gown off the rest of the way, already naked under the sheets.
"Yeah, if you want me to," Mark said, smiling up at Draco.
“Yes, I want you,” Draco answered, realising then how many levels on which he meant that.