Within A Dragon's Tear

Chapter 4

Draco can barely speak at first. Sits down in a chair trying to think over how it can be his fault. It can’t be! Yet, he did cut Potter’s scar. Looks down at his hand to see the very faint marks of where the glass cut into his own flesh.

Did he start this? It is all potter’s fault!

Because he had to be there and because he never fought back. Potter could have spoken up. He just laid there, letting himself get cut up! The look that was in his eyes....

Draco looks at Potter who watches him now. His eyes are wary but still seems so tired. Something is missing when Draco looks back. It disturbs him alot. Yet, as he stares back, he can almost see... No, he can see himself from Potter’s eyes. Young blond man who looks also weary. So arrogant... so Weasel like.

Draco shouts, “ Stop it! I want this curse broken!”

Potter simply sighs, “ I don’t know how to.. Besides its not something I want to admit to people. Would you?” slight scowl coloring his words.

Draco does pause, “ No... But you have to know something?!”

Potter settles in his own chair, “ I only know that I have dreams about you.” Looks away, “ I was unaware your father punished you every time your team lost.”

Draco’s cheeks begin to color, partially from embarrassment and mostly from anger, “ How would you understand how important Family Honor is?! You who lived in a friggin closet most your life because no one loved you! “

Potter’s turn to turn red, “ Not that a spoiled brat like you could understand anything! “ Forces himself to calm down, “ You can stay or go. But if you want to stay there is a room you can use. Its down the hall at the very end. I’m sure you can find the rest if you want. “

Potter leaves the room before Draco can say another word to him. Oddly, sense of shame creeps into his heart. Why should he care if Potter is upset? Or that he used his terrible unloved past as a weapon now? He isn’t asking for help! Not is he some charity case!

Draco heads for the door, his thoughts on his next action. Clearly it would be stupid to go back to the Inn. Maybe Goyle or ..... No, they have enough problems of their own. His own home is off limits. They will arrest him if he even tries. Plus, the other he knew in Slytherin seem to still be angry for the time he allowed Death Eaters into the school. Its not like he knew they would bring a blood thirsty werewolf to kill everyone! They didn’t know the relief he felt when he heard that none of them were killed.

There is no where else to go.

Draco curses his luck as he turns on his heel and heads down to the room Potter mentioned. Along the way, he passes a painting of Lady Black. Sleeping, she seems rather like a bitch. He lacks the guts to know what she is like awake and quietly goes on. The hallway goes up some stairs to the next floor and, at the end, he tenses to see how small it must be,

The room itself is hardly small. The furnishing old and worth something in both muggle and wizardry world. This is hardly a guest room but the Master bedroom itself. The colors that of the house. Dark, elegant, and with taste of respectability. Why does Potter not take this rooms?! It is clean, most likely from a house elf, so maybe there is something wrong with it? The room also has its own bathroom so this means he shall not have to share one with Potter. Aside for cleaning, this room has not been used in a long time. It is possible, Potter is finally recognizing that Draco deserves only the best? No... Potter is not that bright.

Draco then recalls that Sirius Black was Potter’s godfather. When he died, the house went down to him. Maybe it was too painful to sleep in this room? Maybe he slept in a different room, one that belong to his godparent when Sirius was a youth? That would make sense.

Can Draco sleep in the master bedroom of his parents? The idea itself gives him mixed feelings. The memories of sleeping between his parents when he was little, before he was too old to act like a baby, when his father accepted his presence and allowed him to cuddle between them. His mother’s arms around him in such love. He can almost recall their scent. Yet, now if he sleeps there, he will be sleeping between their ghosts. Cold memories that can offer no true comfort. Not that this room gives him such bad feelings but for the first time he can agree on something with Potter. Some places are not meant to be entered or used.

Draco uses the bathroom to wash up. After the bathtub is filled, he takes his clothes off and settles down. The soothing waters seem to embrace him. Welcome change from the hospital’s and Inn’s faculties. The tub is made for maximum comfort. Nothing like soaking and for a moment forgetting all the problems in the world. Like the tub at home, so roomy and maybe enough space for two people. Wonders if she would have liked to snog him in this baby? Pansy always did like the good things. The girls of his former school house pass his mind’s eye as he imagines how they may react once he gets his house and honor back. How they will coo and want to be his choosen girl. His hand creeps down as Draco gets randy from his daydreams. In midst his self pleasuring, Draco is unaware someone else aside the girls is in his daydream. His fair skin perfect without flaws save two: one on his forehead and the other upon the back of one hand that says ‘ I shall not lie ‘. The girls vanish away from this new vision who’s kisses seem even more rich and meaningful. Just before the vision can go much further, Draco finds himself cumming in the tub. The pleasure of it leaves him back in the real world.

Then he realizes, to his horror, he just had a sexual fantasy with Harry Potter!

Now Potter has the nerve to invade his daydreams and special alone time? The anger and frustration leaves Draco unable to say in one spot as the waters have lost their warmth and the room feels like a cell. Draco dresses in some fresh clothing laid out by unseen person. Dobby, he recalls. is expert in such unseen service. The house elf, who adores Potter so, most likely came here to care for his home. One house elf wanders into his room with some food. This was hardly Dobby but another who seems very happy to be serving him. Draco recalls this one is named Kreacher.

Kreacher, the last year Draco attended school. used to sneak him goodies from the kitchen. Once was the personal Servant of Lady Black.

Draco, “ Place it over there.” gestures at a table in the corner.

Kreacher does so with such glee, “ Anything else, Master Malfoy?”

Draco likes the sound of that title, “ Have you been assigned to me?”

Kreacher nods never looking him in the eyes, “ Yes, sir. That nasty Potter said I was to be your house elf for as long as you wanted me.”

Draco is starting to like this one,

Draco, “ Yes, I would like that. “ his first order is to get the rest of his things from the inn. This house elf can do that much easier.

With Kreacher off to get his things, Draco begins to ponder what else his new servant can get done. More importantly, he considers his situation. Potter
might be the last person he would want to stay with but right now is all he has. But why is Potter helping him? There might be a reason aside a silly magic link. Maybe he could use it anyway to get back into the favor of the world? Potter is a hero! Having Potter speak for him will be worth more then any ally his father had. There are times to swallow your pride in order to survive and Draco is finally realizing such. His mother gave up her life for him to live, now is the time to honor her love. Now is the time to rebuild what his father tried to preserve.

Even if it means living with Potter.

To be continued


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