Love and Dragons

~ Love & Dragons ~
Author: Draco-Malfoy-Potter or ayishik_aysel (depending on the website)
Disclaimer: Don\'t own them. I made no money for writing this, although I did have a lot of fun.
Pairing: Draco/Charlie
Warnings: Boy on boy luv. NC-17 later.
A/N: All information regarding most spells and potions that will be used throughout this story was derived from http://www.hp-lexicon.org/.Send feedback and questions to punk_chick_0182@yahoo.com. Thank you! Review!!!
~Chapter three~
Re-cap:
Once everything was planned and set, Draco simply waited and sent information to Dumbledore in anticipation of the oncoming year. It had also been decided that Draco was to concentrate only on his studies the rest of the summer so he could prepare himself for anything that may arise in the near future. Without telling Dumbledore, Draco had been studying how to become an illegal Animagus. He was fairly sure he could do it but he dared not try whilst at the Manor.
Then came the worst day of Draco Malfoy’s life.
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Hearing loud footsteps coming in his direction, Draco quickly closed his eyes in the hope that whoever had him here would think him still asleep. He had no such luck...and apparently, fom the voice that greeted him, his luck had run out ages ago. \"Hello Malfoy.\" His name was breathed forth in a voice filled with utter contempt. A voice that belonged to none other than Ron Weasley.
Draco did his best to sound uncaring and comefortable, while in reality he was seething and in aching pain. \"Hello Weasley.\" Draco opened his eyes and gave Ron a look of what he hoped was boredom. Ron seemed a little taken aback by this reply, but quickly recovered. \"Did Daddy finally get fed up with all your whining and kick you out, or did you want to start a petting zoo of your very own?\"
Clenching his teeth and biting back an insult, Draco forced himself to calm down. After all, he was in a fragile situation-he was vulnerable to anything in his condition. \"Actually, I moved out of my own free will.\" Ron was still puzzled by this seemingly civil side of Malfoy. Before he could provoke him further, Charlie came into the room with a bowl and a spongy-blue thing in hand. \"Ron, leave him alone. He needs his rest. Go de-gnome the garden or something.\" Begrudgingly, Ron grumbled as he sulked out of the room in the direction of the kitchen. Yeah...de-gnoming.
Shaking his head in amusment Charlie sat down on the floor next to the couch nearest Draco\'s head and pulled out his wand. He sat the bowl and spongy thing in front of himself and began casting spells Draco had never heard in his life. Opening his eyes a fraction and turning his as far as he could manage, Draco watched Charlie prepare. For what he didn\'t know. \'For all I know\' Draco thought, \'he could be preparing the seasonings to make Malfoy soup.No, then again he did tell Ron that I needed my rest...\'
Charlie made quick work of his tasks. He conjured some medium-hot water to fill the bowl and tested the temperature with his finger. Next came an \'Accio\' to summon what looked like a circular wooden palate for painting. It looked to be around 12x12 inches. There were around sixteen \'bowls\' or \'dips\' around the edges and one larger one in the middle, all an inch or so deep, the middle one looked deeper. Charlie then pulled a small cubed object out of his pocket which he then brought to full size with a simple \'engorgio\'. It was a black bag around the size of a large pillow.
Opening the bag, Charlie searched its contents for a moment before pulling out a bowl and pestle. Then came several jars with faded and peeling lables filled with what looked to be plants and potions, and a small, fine bristled brush. Satisfied with his tools, Charlie looked at the lables on the jars and began putting a mizture of herbs into the bowl. He then poared a number of the potions into the \'bowls\' on the wooden palate. Now, he was picking up the spongy g ang and dipping it in the water, wringing most of the water out he moved toward Draco. He crouched over his injured wing and Draco jolted as he felt a soft warm touch on one of his open wounds. The jolt caused Draco more pain than anything and managed to startle Charlie so bad that he almost knocked over his utencils.
Recovering quickly, Charlie placed the spongy thing back in the water bowl and gave Draco an appraising look that managed to *somehow* make Draco feel guilty. \"That was mostly my fault. I should\'ve made sure you were completely awake before I started. Well, you\'re awake now aren\'t you?\" Charlie had a look of determination and anxiousness on his face Draco couldn\'t place. Nonetheless, he nodded is head to Charlie in the affirmative. Seeming to accept this answer, Charlie went back to cleaning off Draco\'s wings with careful precise strokes that lulled Draco to much needed sleep once more. When Charlie finished both wings, he picked up the brush and went about untangling and smoothing out the feathers.
\"Malfoy.\" Charlie was attempting to wake Draco so he could administer the treatments. He decided it would be better to have him awake and not startle him like last time. \"Malfoy!\" Draco\'s eyes fluttered and opened half-lidded, he looked at Charlie to see why he\'d been awoken. \"I have to start applying medication to your wounds. Then we need to talk, okay?\" Draco looked to be conlatilating his words before he nodded his consent. \"Okay, but you should know that I\'m allergic to Legharthian Root.\" Charlie nodded and picked up his palate and cleaned out one of the \"bowls\" with a spell. He then replaced it with a purple liquid that smelled very strongly of mint. \"I\'ve used a substitute. So you shouldn\'t have any reactions to it.\" He then began to apply a small ammount of herbs in different combinations to every wound with his hands. Then, using gentle tos, hs, he firmly bandaged both wings in a medicated cloth wrap, securing them with blunted saftey pins.
Looking up at Draco\'s face showed him with his eyes closed on a painful wince. \"Malfoy are you alright?\" Draco\'s eyes snapped open. \"Aside from the throbbing pain you mean? Peachy. Are you done yet?\" His voice took on an air of impatience. \"I\'m done with your wings, yes. Now I\'m going to help you sit up so I can address your bodily wounds.\" Charlie pulled out his wand and transfigured the couch into a high-set bed with no frame. So it was, simply put, five blue, cotton matresses stacked up with four pillows at each end. Draco laid as still as possible while all this was going on, waiting for Charlie to move him. Charlie laid his wand down and stood up, stretching. \"Okay, your wings have to rest over the side so you can sit up. I need you to crawl on your stomache to onde ade and roll so yur wings go over the side. I\'ll be right there to catch them.\" Apprhensivly, Draco did as he was told and Charlie did indeed catch the wings with gentel hands. \"Good, now I need you to sit up in a legs-crossed pisition while I move your wings with you.\" Wincing in pain with every jerkey motion, Draco sat up and leaned forward slightly, putting less stress on his lower back. Charlie climbed onto the bed and brought his tthings with him. Sitting infront of Draco, he began washing his face with the spongy thing and a new bowl of clean water. Draco sighed softly and closed his eyes, drifting once more to his sordid past.