Dragon He Saved

Title: Dragon He saved

Author: Prentice

Rating: NC17; FRAO (Fan Rated Adults Only)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Violence, Foul Language, Sexual Content

Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy

Spoilers: Books 1 thru 4

Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Drama

Series: Yes. DHS.

Archive: Ask first, please.

Feedback: Is always cherished and appreciated.

Disclaimer: The names of all characters contained here-in, are the
property of J.K. Rowling, the WB, Bloomburg books and etc. No infringements of
these copyrights are intended, and are being used here without permission. No
profit was made and no harm was done.

Author’s Note: Remember, suspend your beliefs! Hey guys, I'm sorry
if there are any typos and such. I'll try to go back through the chapters and
correct anything that needs it.

Summary:
Harry has
one chance to save the only thing he ever wanted

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Chapter 6

It was slow
going to the bathroom. Every other step was accompanied by a low moan in the
woodwork that made Harry freeze like a statue for half a second before
continuing on. This was definitely not what he had in mind when he had started
this week...

Through the
week he had the rare luxury of enjoying undisturbed solitude. Since it would be
his birthday in less than a month, the Dursley's had taken to ignoring him far
more thoroughly than they normally would have. He wasn't sure of the exact
reasons but had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with the fact that he had
overheard Petunia talking about going on vacation before her "Dudley-kins" had
to go back to Smelting.

Not that
Harry objected. What he wouldn't give for just one week of no Dursleys...

//Fat chance
of that happening, Potter, they'll probably send you to some neighbor.// His
scowl deepened. Life was cruel.

A sigh of
relief escaped his lips as he finally was able to turn the cool knob of the
bathroom. The room was small; so small that it only afforded enough room for a
small stand-up shower (in which Dudley, if he didn't get to use his parent's
master bath, had to keep the door open so that he was about to turn. How he
washed was a mystery), a painfully small pedestal sink and a toilet.

"Just wet
the cloth and get out..." Harry muttered, folding the towel into a small square.
With exaggerated ease, he turned the faucet onto its lowest setting. Cool water
trickled out, wetting the cloth and shocking Harry's body a bit more awake.

Not wanting
to waste time, Harry quickly grabbed another one of Aunt Petunia's "nice" dry
towels, flipped the water back off, and left the room without hesitation. His
heart was pounding in his chest making him feel as though it would burst
through. Would his Uncle and Aunt be outside waiting for him...?

No. They
weren't. Thankfully.

//Thank you
Merlin! // He thought gleefully. //Almost there, almost there...//

But then,
Harry's heart skipped a beat. There in the quiet of the hall he heard the one
thing that he never wanted to hear again. Draco Malfoy screaming for help.