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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
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4
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4,982
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8
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What's stopping me?
Harry grit his teeth and clutched the sheets closer around his shivering body. He didn’t even have the will to smoke anymore. He was so uncomfortable all he could do was lie in the big lonely bed and focus on getting through the next hour or so.
Not only was he suffering the effects of withdrawal but the need to be close to Malfoy was getting stronger and stronger by the minute. He knew that the other man was close, in fact he’d guess that he was just outside the door if he didn’t know any better.
Over and again his lips began to form his name but he stopped himself. He wouldn’t call out, would not give in, he couldn’t give in.
He smiled as Kreacher wiped a damp cloth over his forehead. “Bit cliché ay Kreacher?” He said weakly, “I doubt a sponge wash will do me much good right now.”
Kreacher snatched the cloth away as if it had burnt Harry, “Does Master want Kreacher to do something more effective?” The elf asked anxiously, wobbling alarmingly on the chair he’d perched himself on beside the bed.
Harry winced as a chair leg banged against the floor in Kreacher’s nervousness. Squinting up at the eager little creature he rasped, “Knock me out?”
Kreacher’s bulbous eyes widened, “Master doesn’t mean it.”
“Master flippin’ does.” Harry muttered as the door opened.
“No he doesn’t. Leave.” Malfoy said directing a steely gaze at the house elf as he removed his bow tie and carried a chair up the steps that led to the bed.
“Master Harry hasn’t told Kreacher to leave.” Kreacher squeaked defiantly.
Harry sighed and tried to lever himself up on the bed, “Go and fetch me some more cigarettes Kreacher and then have a kip or something. I’ll be fine.”
Kreacher pulled at his ears and disappeared.
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to see how you were.”
Harry smiled and held his hand out for the pack of cigarettes Kreacher apparated and gave him, “Then why were you waiting outside the door?”
Malfoy pursed his lips, “I couldn’t see you outside the door.”
“Aww don’t tell me,” Harry said, smoke streaming from his lips, “You were worried about me.”
Malfoy pursed his lips further and glanced disdainfully at the smoke gathering in the canopy of the bed. “You’re feeling better.”
“I am now you’re here,” Harry warbled in a sickly sweet tone.
“I rather think that’s truer then you’re admitting.” Malfoy said, drawing his cigar case out of his breast pocket.
“You smoke?” Harry almost choked on his own smoke, “You batter my ear hole in about stinking and health risks and you smoke!”
Malfoy held his cigar close to chest in a defensive gesture, “I don’t swallow the smoke.”
“Oh right so mouth cancer’s one up on lung cancer is it?”
Malfoy unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, “Well there’s some merit in the fact that it doesn’t sound as threatening.”
“Hmm” Harry shrugged, his jutting shoulder bones standing out glaringly in his green tee shirt. “Doesn’t matter anyway, Severus is working on a potion for cancer.” He paused and levelled a glare Malfoy’s way, “That is unless you’ve already killed him.”
“No I decided it wouldn’t be very prudent.”
“Didn’t think you would, you don’t strike me as the murdering type.”
“I wouldn’t have done it personally.”
“Ah,” Harry put his fag out in a nearby saucer, “Now you do strike me as that type.”
“Don’t do that! People have to eat off that you know.”
“Oh shut up you’ve blatantly got about a thousand more. Chuck it away if you’re that worried.”
There was a small silence, “You know that’ll be one of your last cigarettes.”
Harry gave the other man a small hurt look. “That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair but regardless your going to have to face up to what’s happening here eventually.”
Harry lit up another fag and said nothing.
“Another thing that’s changing is you’re weight, you’re far to thin.”
Harry continued to say nothing and simply blew out another cloud of smoke.
“Look you’re going to have to-” Suddenly he stopped.
Harry’s eyes widened, “No, no you can’t”
Malfoy was on his feet, “What’s stopping me?!” His voice was hoarse, desperate.
Harry didn’t know what to say. The effects of the potion had finally worn off and they had both realised it. He was frightened and very very intimidated.
What was stopping Malfoy?
***
Hey guys I haven't said much so far so I thought I'd say thank you for you're supportive reveiws and please do continue to give you're oppinion on my story so far. I have to say to one wonderful reveiwer that no Seamus won't be making a cameo and Harry actually isn't a junkie. All will be revealed in due course. Love you all! X X
Not only was he suffering the effects of withdrawal but the need to be close to Malfoy was getting stronger and stronger by the minute. He knew that the other man was close, in fact he’d guess that he was just outside the door if he didn’t know any better.
Over and again his lips began to form his name but he stopped himself. He wouldn’t call out, would not give in, he couldn’t give in.
He smiled as Kreacher wiped a damp cloth over his forehead. “Bit cliché ay Kreacher?” He said weakly, “I doubt a sponge wash will do me much good right now.”
Kreacher snatched the cloth away as if it had burnt Harry, “Does Master want Kreacher to do something more effective?” The elf asked anxiously, wobbling alarmingly on the chair he’d perched himself on beside the bed.
Harry winced as a chair leg banged against the floor in Kreacher’s nervousness. Squinting up at the eager little creature he rasped, “Knock me out?”
Kreacher’s bulbous eyes widened, “Master doesn’t mean it.”
“Master flippin’ does.” Harry muttered as the door opened.
“No he doesn’t. Leave.” Malfoy said directing a steely gaze at the house elf as he removed his bow tie and carried a chair up the steps that led to the bed.
“Master Harry hasn’t told Kreacher to leave.” Kreacher squeaked defiantly.
Harry sighed and tried to lever himself up on the bed, “Go and fetch me some more cigarettes Kreacher and then have a kip or something. I’ll be fine.”
Kreacher pulled at his ears and disappeared.
“What do you want?”
“I wanted to see how you were.”
Harry smiled and held his hand out for the pack of cigarettes Kreacher apparated and gave him, “Then why were you waiting outside the door?”
Malfoy pursed his lips, “I couldn’t see you outside the door.”
“Aww don’t tell me,” Harry said, smoke streaming from his lips, “You were worried about me.”
Malfoy pursed his lips further and glanced disdainfully at the smoke gathering in the canopy of the bed. “You’re feeling better.”
“I am now you’re here,” Harry warbled in a sickly sweet tone.
“I rather think that’s truer then you’re admitting.” Malfoy said, drawing his cigar case out of his breast pocket.
“You smoke?” Harry almost choked on his own smoke, “You batter my ear hole in about stinking and health risks and you smoke!”
Malfoy held his cigar close to chest in a defensive gesture, “I don’t swallow the smoke.”
“Oh right so mouth cancer’s one up on lung cancer is it?”
Malfoy unbuttoned his shirt sleeves, “Well there’s some merit in the fact that it doesn’t sound as threatening.”
“Hmm” Harry shrugged, his jutting shoulder bones standing out glaringly in his green tee shirt. “Doesn’t matter anyway, Severus is working on a potion for cancer.” He paused and levelled a glare Malfoy’s way, “That is unless you’ve already killed him.”
“No I decided it wouldn’t be very prudent.”
“Didn’t think you would, you don’t strike me as the murdering type.”
“I wouldn’t have done it personally.”
“Ah,” Harry put his fag out in a nearby saucer, “Now you do strike me as that type.”
“Don’t do that! People have to eat off that you know.”
“Oh shut up you’ve blatantly got about a thousand more. Chuck it away if you’re that worried.”
There was a small silence, “You know that’ll be one of your last cigarettes.”
Harry gave the other man a small hurt look. “That’s not fair.”
“Life’s not fair but regardless your going to have to face up to what’s happening here eventually.”
Harry lit up another fag and said nothing.
“Another thing that’s changing is you’re weight, you’re far to thin.”
Harry continued to say nothing and simply blew out another cloud of smoke.
“Look you’re going to have to-” Suddenly he stopped.
Harry’s eyes widened, “No, no you can’t”
Malfoy was on his feet, “What’s stopping me?!” His voice was hoarse, desperate.
Harry didn’t know what to say. The effects of the potion had finally worn off and they had both realised it. He was frightened and very very intimidated.
What was stopping Malfoy?
***
Hey guys I haven't said much so far so I thought I'd say thank you for you're supportive reveiws and please do continue to give you're oppinion on my story so far. I have to say to one wonderful reveiwer that no Seamus won't be making a cameo and Harry actually isn't a junkie. All will be revealed in due course. Love you all! X X