With A Dragon's Heart
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
21,800
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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CHAPTER SIX: The Revelation
CHAPTER SIX: The Revelation
“Now Mr. Malfoy, we’ll start with you.”
“Yes, sir”
Harry snorted. “Of course Malfoy goes first. Malfoy gets everything he wants. I bet he has hundr-…”
“MR POTTER!”
“WHAT?” Harry snapped instinctively.
“Be silent and PAY. ATTENTION.”
“Yeah, Potter. You wouldn\'t want to miss another chance to kill me.”
“I DIDN’T TRY TO KILL YOU!”
“Oh, I see. Then that was your way of saying ‘Hello. How are you?’ Hurmph. You’d think your filthy mudblood family would have raised you better than that.”
Harry clutched the sides of his seat, as every muscle in his body tightened. Through clenched teeth, he slowly said, “Don’t you EVER talk about MY family like that!”
“Harry Potter. The sensitive and compassionate boy-who-lived.”
“Unlike YOU, Malfoy,” he spat. “You have gotten EVERYTHING you ever wanted and its STILL not enough, is it? You don’t care about ANYTHING but yourself! I’m sure your father is SO proud of you!”
“Don’t YOU ever talk about MY father like that!”
“Oh, you mean the one who is a DEATH EATER?”
“At least MY father isn’t DEAD!”
Those words bit into Harry like a thousand knives. He sat there, motionless, but yet every fiber of his being was on fire inside of him, with pure hatred. He never thought he would ever WANT to kill someone as much as this repugnant boy. Draco was also enraged, but he was better at hiding it. Finally clearing his head for another vicious comeback, Harry continued.
“Tell me, Malfoy, aren’t you looking forward to getting the Death Eater’s mark too? That way you can kill everybody, just like your FATHER?”
“MY FATHER IS NOT A MURDERER!”
“Oh please Malfoy. Stop lying to YOURSELF! And to ME! EVERYONE knows it! So just admit it!”
“WHY DON’T YOU ADMIT THAT YOU’RE SUICIAL!”
“I TOLD YOU A HUNDRED TIMES, I AM NOT SUICIDAL!”
“NOW WHO’S LYING?”
“SO YOU ADMIT IT!”
“MY FATHER IS A POWERFUL MAN! THAT MUCH I’LL ADMIT! You’re just JEALOUS!”
“JEALOUS? OF WHAT?
“BECAUSE I HAVE EVERYTHING AND YOU HAVE NOTHING!”
“I HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME! WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR YOU!”
“Who’s that, Potter? A mudblood girl, an indigent disgrace of purebloods, and a muggle family? If I were you, I’d have killed myself YEARS ago!”
“I said never speak about my family AGAIN!”
“Why, Potter? Too ashamed to admit that they worship the ground you walk on?”
That was it. Harry began shaking with anger. He could feel the potion gaining strength while he desperately fought against it. Draco was having his own silent fight as well. However Snape was sitting back in his chair amused by it all.
“YOU ARROGANT PRAT! YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING, DON’T YOU? WELL YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT!”
“I know you love yourself so much that you tried to kill yourself!”
Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. “I DID NOT TRY AND KILL MYSELF!”
“THEN WHY THE HELL WERE YOU TRYING TO RIP OFF YOUR DICK?”
Harry took in a deep breath and opened his mouth to scream, but his expression instantly froze when it finally occurred to him what Draco actually said. His hypnotic stare was his only response. Snape analyzed both of the boys. Draco with his arms folded and a smug, satisfied look on his face; and Potter that looked as if he just was cast with the petrified curse. He took a deep sigh and knew that they would soon be landing with an intensified crash. For now all the anger that had built inside of them had vanished.
Draco gasped as he saw the blood seep out of Harry’s nose, and Harry instantly came out of his trance as he gaped at his. Snape stood up and walked behind his desk, fetching a couple of towels, a large container of water, and two large buckets. He approached the two boys and sat the items in between them. Harry and Draco simultaneously wiped their own noses, peered down to the red liquid on their hands, and lifted their eyes up to Snape with frightened eyes.
Snape shook his head, and said in a lecturing voice, “I warned the two of you about the after effects.” He paused. “Now you have but no choice to let it run its itinerary.”
They both were still not clear on exactly what was about to happen to them. Snape’s eyes flashed as if he had forgotten something, and went back to his desk and retrieved two pillows. He plopped them down on the floor.
Snape curled up his lips and sneered, “I am leaving you now, as much as I would love to stay and watch.”
They heard him quietly chuckle as he reached the door. He opened it and before he closed the door, he turned to look at them one last time.
“Be prepared for a lot of pain, boys,” he snorted. “I’ll be back in three hours.”
Harry and Draco exchanged nervous glances.
“He’s lying,” Harry said, trying to convince himself.
“You’re delusional. I know him too well for him to lie.”
“Of course you do,” he said sarcastically. “How else would you be able to get good…AAAAAAAH!”
Harry fell out of his chair holding his stomach. He panted briefly then screamed again. Draco looked down at Harry and chuckled.
“Serves you right for saying lies about my… about my…”
Draco doubled over in his chair and collapsed on the floor next to Harry. He tried to bite back the pain, but within seconds he screamed louder than Harry. The pain seemed to flow through every blood vessel, in every vein, and in every muscle. So much in fact, their muscles contracted on their own accord, causing them to flay uncontrollably around the floor. Arms hit arms, legs hit legs, but both of them were in their own state of intense torture to notice. The beating of their hearts increased so much that they each clutched their chest.
After what seemed like hours, the pain lifted and boys began gasping for air. Harry’s unruly hair now was stuck to his scalp from sweat. He tried to get to his hands and knees, but they were too weak to support him. He fell back on the ground with a thud and he could feel every pore in his body leaking from sweat. Draco was lying on his side with his eyes closed, arms wrapped tightly around his chest. They both were breathing in and out of their mouth causing their throat to immediately dry out. Harry closed his mouth and started sucking profusely, trying to get his saliva functioning again. Draco on the other hand, immediately began coughing. Somehow, both boys remembered the container of water and scrambled with renewed strength to grab it first.
Draco had managed to get there first as he was closer to it. He held it up and swallowed as much as he could, before he started violently coughing. Harry caught the precious container before it slipped out of Draco\'s hands. He controlled his need for water just enough so he could barely tip it and let liquid slowly slide down his parched throat. He paused for a moment to catch his breath then took another gulp. And another. He gently sat it down, far enough away so it wouldn\'t be spilled, but close enough to reach if need be. He sat back on his heels and fumbled for one of the towels. He leaned over to the water and tilted the container slightly to dampen the cloth. He breathed heavily as he wiped off the sweat pouring from his face.
He blinked a few times and realized that his glasses had been thrown off sometime during the spasms. He was amazed he found the water and the towel. Tried as he might, he searched for his glasses and by luck, saw them about five feet from him. He glanced over to Draco who was still coughing. He bent over, balancing his weight on one arm. He stretched out his other arm, but his arm slid out from underneath him. He landed on the floor and just gave in to his weakened state, lying as still as he could. He felt his lungs constrict and he knew he too was about to cough. He couldn’t help but take deep breaths before the waves overtook him. At first he began choking but it soon turned into spastic coughs.
Even through his violent coughs, it became clear to Draco that he was feeling nauseated. Through tear-filled eyes he grasped the closet bucket and plunged his face into it as far as he could. Instantly, the contents of his stomach were discharged. It splashed back on Draco\'s face, but he only reveled in the temporary relief. Between coughs, Harry was able to see what was happening to Draco and lunged at the other bucket. He no sooner brought it to his face, and retched just as forcefully. Both boys continued to vomit until it turned into dry heaves. Stomachs contracted with each attempt to rid the body of any remains. But there was none left.
After what felt like an eternity, they both tumbled on their sides, holding their ribs tightly. Erratic breathing turned into rasps and then it calmed back down to normal. Harry and Draco were still shivering, not from the after effects, but the coldness of the room. Draco lifted his head slowly, located the pillow, and placed it under his head. Harry turned over to his back and rested his head on the palms of his hands. Draco kept his eyes on Harry, who was staring at the ceiling.
“Are you… are you all right, Potter?” he croaked.
Harry only nodded. “You?”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
Both sighed at the same time and closed their eyes. It was finally over. Harry’s mind wandered back to the last moments of the fight with Draco. Was it really worth it? The shouting, the rage, the hateful words? No. Nothing was worth the pain they endured. But a thought had just occurred to him.
“Malfoy?”
“Hmm?”
“Has it been three hours?”
Incredibly, Draco had the strength to bolt his head up and then let out a sharp gasp. There was Harry’s answer. Harry pursed his lips and scrunched his face in apprehension. No. It WASN’T over yet. They waited in fear for the next bout of pain to erupt.
~*~*~*~*~
“Now Mr. Malfoy, we’ll start with you.”
“Yes, sir”
Harry snorted. “Of course Malfoy goes first. Malfoy gets everything he wants. I bet he has hundr-…”
“MR POTTER!”
“WHAT?” Harry snapped instinctively.
“Be silent and PAY. ATTENTION.”
“Yeah, Potter. You wouldn\'t want to miss another chance to kill me.”
“I DIDN’T TRY TO KILL YOU!”
“Oh, I see. Then that was your way of saying ‘Hello. How are you?’ Hurmph. You’d think your filthy mudblood family would have raised you better than that.”
Harry clutched the sides of his seat, as every muscle in his body tightened. Through clenched teeth, he slowly said, “Don’t you EVER talk about MY family like that!”
“Harry Potter. The sensitive and compassionate boy-who-lived.”
“Unlike YOU, Malfoy,” he spat. “You have gotten EVERYTHING you ever wanted and its STILL not enough, is it? You don’t care about ANYTHING but yourself! I’m sure your father is SO proud of you!”
“Don’t YOU ever talk about MY father like that!”
“Oh, you mean the one who is a DEATH EATER?”
“At least MY father isn’t DEAD!”
Those words bit into Harry like a thousand knives. He sat there, motionless, but yet every fiber of his being was on fire inside of him, with pure hatred. He never thought he would ever WANT to kill someone as much as this repugnant boy. Draco was also enraged, but he was better at hiding it. Finally clearing his head for another vicious comeback, Harry continued.
“Tell me, Malfoy, aren’t you looking forward to getting the Death Eater’s mark too? That way you can kill everybody, just like your FATHER?”
“MY FATHER IS NOT A MURDERER!”
“Oh please Malfoy. Stop lying to YOURSELF! And to ME! EVERYONE knows it! So just admit it!”
“WHY DON’T YOU ADMIT THAT YOU’RE SUICIAL!”
“I TOLD YOU A HUNDRED TIMES, I AM NOT SUICIDAL!”
“NOW WHO’S LYING?”
“SO YOU ADMIT IT!”
“MY FATHER IS A POWERFUL MAN! THAT MUCH I’LL ADMIT! You’re just JEALOUS!”
“JEALOUS? OF WHAT?
“BECAUSE I HAVE EVERYTHING AND YOU HAVE NOTHING!”
“I HAVE PEOPLE WHO LOVE ME! WHICH IS MORE THAN I CAN SAY FOR YOU!”
“Who’s that, Potter? A mudblood girl, an indigent disgrace of purebloods, and a muggle family? If I were you, I’d have killed myself YEARS ago!”
“I said never speak about my family AGAIN!”
“Why, Potter? Too ashamed to admit that they worship the ground you walk on?”
That was it. Harry began shaking with anger. He could feel the potion gaining strength while he desperately fought against it. Draco was having his own silent fight as well. However Snape was sitting back in his chair amused by it all.
“YOU ARROGANT PRAT! YOU THINK YOU KNOW EVERYTHING, DON’T YOU? WELL YOU DON’T KNOW SHIT!”
“I know you love yourself so much that you tried to kill yourself!”
Harry screamed at the top of his lungs. “I DID NOT TRY AND KILL MYSELF!”
“THEN WHY THE HELL WERE YOU TRYING TO RIP OFF YOUR DICK?”
Harry took in a deep breath and opened his mouth to scream, but his expression instantly froze when it finally occurred to him what Draco actually said. His hypnotic stare was his only response. Snape analyzed both of the boys. Draco with his arms folded and a smug, satisfied look on his face; and Potter that looked as if he just was cast with the petrified curse. He took a deep sigh and knew that they would soon be landing with an intensified crash. For now all the anger that had built inside of them had vanished.
Draco gasped as he saw the blood seep out of Harry’s nose, and Harry instantly came out of his trance as he gaped at his. Snape stood up and walked behind his desk, fetching a couple of towels, a large container of water, and two large buckets. He approached the two boys and sat the items in between them. Harry and Draco simultaneously wiped their own noses, peered down to the red liquid on their hands, and lifted their eyes up to Snape with frightened eyes.
Snape shook his head, and said in a lecturing voice, “I warned the two of you about the after effects.” He paused. “Now you have but no choice to let it run its itinerary.”
They both were still not clear on exactly what was about to happen to them. Snape’s eyes flashed as if he had forgotten something, and went back to his desk and retrieved two pillows. He plopped them down on the floor.
Snape curled up his lips and sneered, “I am leaving you now, as much as I would love to stay and watch.”
They heard him quietly chuckle as he reached the door. He opened it and before he closed the door, he turned to look at them one last time.
“Be prepared for a lot of pain, boys,” he snorted. “I’ll be back in three hours.”
Harry and Draco exchanged nervous glances.
“He’s lying,” Harry said, trying to convince himself.
“You’re delusional. I know him too well for him to lie.”
“Of course you do,” he said sarcastically. “How else would you be able to get good…AAAAAAAH!”
Harry fell out of his chair holding his stomach. He panted briefly then screamed again. Draco looked down at Harry and chuckled.
“Serves you right for saying lies about my… about my…”
Draco doubled over in his chair and collapsed on the floor next to Harry. He tried to bite back the pain, but within seconds he screamed louder than Harry. The pain seemed to flow through every blood vessel, in every vein, and in every muscle. So much in fact, their muscles contracted on their own accord, causing them to flay uncontrollably around the floor. Arms hit arms, legs hit legs, but both of them were in their own state of intense torture to notice. The beating of their hearts increased so much that they each clutched their chest.
After what seemed like hours, the pain lifted and boys began gasping for air. Harry’s unruly hair now was stuck to his scalp from sweat. He tried to get to his hands and knees, but they were too weak to support him. He fell back on the ground with a thud and he could feel every pore in his body leaking from sweat. Draco was lying on his side with his eyes closed, arms wrapped tightly around his chest. They both were breathing in and out of their mouth causing their throat to immediately dry out. Harry closed his mouth and started sucking profusely, trying to get his saliva functioning again. Draco on the other hand, immediately began coughing. Somehow, both boys remembered the container of water and scrambled with renewed strength to grab it first.
Draco had managed to get there first as he was closer to it. He held it up and swallowed as much as he could, before he started violently coughing. Harry caught the precious container before it slipped out of Draco\'s hands. He controlled his need for water just enough so he could barely tip it and let liquid slowly slide down his parched throat. He paused for a moment to catch his breath then took another gulp. And another. He gently sat it down, far enough away so it wouldn\'t be spilled, but close enough to reach if need be. He sat back on his heels and fumbled for one of the towels. He leaned over to the water and tilted the container slightly to dampen the cloth. He breathed heavily as he wiped off the sweat pouring from his face.
He blinked a few times and realized that his glasses had been thrown off sometime during the spasms. He was amazed he found the water and the towel. Tried as he might, he searched for his glasses and by luck, saw them about five feet from him. He glanced over to Draco who was still coughing. He bent over, balancing his weight on one arm. He stretched out his other arm, but his arm slid out from underneath him. He landed on the floor and just gave in to his weakened state, lying as still as he could. He felt his lungs constrict and he knew he too was about to cough. He couldn’t help but take deep breaths before the waves overtook him. At first he began choking but it soon turned into spastic coughs.
Even through his violent coughs, it became clear to Draco that he was feeling nauseated. Through tear-filled eyes he grasped the closet bucket and plunged his face into it as far as he could. Instantly, the contents of his stomach were discharged. It splashed back on Draco\'s face, but he only reveled in the temporary relief. Between coughs, Harry was able to see what was happening to Draco and lunged at the other bucket. He no sooner brought it to his face, and retched just as forcefully. Both boys continued to vomit until it turned into dry heaves. Stomachs contracted with each attempt to rid the body of any remains. But there was none left.
After what felt like an eternity, they both tumbled on their sides, holding their ribs tightly. Erratic breathing turned into rasps and then it calmed back down to normal. Harry and Draco were still shivering, not from the after effects, but the coldness of the room. Draco lifted his head slowly, located the pillow, and placed it under his head. Harry turned over to his back and rested his head on the palms of his hands. Draco kept his eyes on Harry, who was staring at the ceiling.
“Are you… are you all right, Potter?” he croaked.
Harry only nodded. “You?”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
Both sighed at the same time and closed their eyes. It was finally over. Harry’s mind wandered back to the last moments of the fight with Draco. Was it really worth it? The shouting, the rage, the hateful words? No. Nothing was worth the pain they endured. But a thought had just occurred to him.
“Malfoy?”
“Hmm?”
“Has it been three hours?”
Incredibly, Draco had the strength to bolt his head up and then let out a sharp gasp. There was Harry’s answer. Harry pursed his lips and scrunched his face in apprehension. No. It WASN’T over yet. They waited in fear for the next bout of pain to erupt.
~*~*~*~*~