With A Dragon's Heart
folder
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
21,802
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
34
Views:
21,802
Reviews:
75
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Confirmation
CHAPTER EIGHT: The Confirmation
Draco held Harry firmly but yet softly, still stroking his hair. He expected Harry at any given moment to bolt away from him. He could feel Harry’s tears seep into his shirt and touch his skin below. Aside from hugging his mother, Draco never allowed himself to hug another man. Women were halfway easy but not a man. Harry was different though. He was safe with Harry. Draco closed his eyes and just took in the warmth of Harry’s body, remembering this was for Harry.
Harry had his eyes closed as well. His arms were tightly wrapped around each other, pushing into his own chest. The enclosure around him was comforting as it wasn\'t too tight. He stopped crying and began to take in deep breaths. He almost smiled in relief. How long he wanted to be held like this. No intentions behind it, just for the sake of security from all those who harmed him.
Harry furrowed his eyes as he realized the grip on him was getting tighter. His heartbeat began to pound in his ribs. ‘Please. Not now.’ Harry thought to himself. But it was too late. As always, the overlapping voices were behind him, along with the childish laughter. Before he could attempt to move, he felt invisible hands on his trousers. In one quick movement, they, along with his pants, were pooled down around his ankles. Harry’s breath hitched as he heard the familiar sound of a belt being undone and sliding through each of the loops. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he waited for the first strike against his pale flesh. The grip around his torso began to suffocate him. Harry struggled finally, but for the first time ever; it was easy to break free.
“NO! DON’T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!” Harry yelled, as he backed into the wall.
He ducked down and ran across the room, making a break for the door. It didn\'t even dawn on Harry that he was able to run with his trousers down at his feet. He reached the doorway only to be stopped by a large figure that caught him from behind.
“LET GO OF ME! I’LL TELL THIS TIME! I WILL!”
Harry flung his arms at the intruder behind him and kicking his feet into thin air. He was acting like a wild animal caught in a trap.
“What happened here?” a low voice demanded.
“Nothing professor, I swear,” Draco said, not hiding the disappointment in his tone.
Professor Snape arched an eyebrow at the young man who was staring in horror at the other boy fighting in Snape’s strong arms.
“I swear!” Draco pleaded. “All I did was hug him. Really!”
Snape looked down at Harry who was still fighting. It was evident that nothing DID happen. Harry was fully clothed and there was no evidence of foul play. He shook his head and sighed.
“Draco. Go fetch the small bottle on my shelf over there. The one with the blue label.”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco sprung into action and grabbed the potion and brought it within reach of Snape.
Snape shook his head. “I cannot give it to him,” he snarled. “YOU must administer it to him.”
Draco’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open at the thought of coming near the flaying boy.
“NOW, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco nodded and slowly advanced, watching Harry carefully.
“For Merlin\'s sake, Malfoy,” Snape growled. “I cannot hold him forever,” he snapped.
Draco nodded again. Harry had his eyes closed and was still screaming. Draco opened the phial, still keeping an eye on Harry. He took in a deep breath and rushed to Harry’s face. Harry began to scream louder as he felt his mouth being forcefully opened and his head tossed back. He coughed and tried to spit out the vile liquid, but most of it had already gone down his throat. Draco backed away so fast that he tripped over a chair and stumbled to the floor. He sat there gazing up as Harry’s body slowly began to relax. Harry’s muscles twitched a few times before collapsing completely in Snape’s arms. Both Snape and Draco sighed in relief.
“This is more serious than I thought,” Snape whispered.
~*~*~*~*~
Professor Snape was straightening up the potions room when Draco appeared in the doorway. Draco glanced behind him into the hall that led into Snape’s private quarters. Harry was in there resting on Snape’s bed.
“How long will he be asleep, professor?”
Not looking back, he replied, “For another hour.”
“Oh,” Draco said looking down. “Have you told Dumbledore?”
“I have.”
“And will he want…”
“No. He has allowed us to continue, though he is not pleased with our… methods.”
“Did you tell him what we learned?”
“I did.” Standing up to look at Draco, Snape paused briefly to get Draco\'s attention. “That is the only reason he allowed us to continue.”
“Oh.”
Snape huffed irritability. “Either go back and keep an eye on him, or…” he motioned to the disarray room.
Draco quickly nodded, turned and headed back to the bedroom. Snape scoffed, then went back to cleaning.
Harry was still sleeping and made no movement whatsoever. Draco had leaned over him a few times to check to see if he was still breathing. He quietly mumbled out loud what a foolish idea this was. But then again, neither Draco nor Snape knew the extent of Harry’s problem. Foolishly, they had presumed it was only a simplex one, and since Snape and Draco saw everything first hand, Headmaster Dumbledore approved of their idea. Not for that reason alone though. Ronald Weasley had finally confessed to the headmaster about Harry’s long bouts with nightmares; to which he was promptly scolded for not informing him sooner. Dumbledore also knew that Snape and Draco were qualified enough to handle such anger and violence given their past.
So, Snape and Draco teamed together to force Harry to open up and release his anger. And who better than them to help initiate it? Plus, Snape was there for Draco at one time, and still is, but it was Draco who had to convince Snape to assist him. Harry was not in Slytherin first of all, and he was, of course, HARRY POTTER. But at Draco\'s persistence, he gave in. That and the fact he would be witness to see the mighty Boy-Who-Lived suffer.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco was going through the events that just occurred, trying to make sense out of Harry’s confession. Surely there was more to it than rape. He knew the signs of “just rape”, but he was more familiar with another form of abuse. He shook his head absently, mumbling out loud, wishing it was only a matter of rape and not the other.
“I’m sorry, Potter. I really thought I could help,” he whispered.
“You have,” said a low voice.
“No I haven’t. I only made it…” Draco\'s head shot up and gazed at a bleary-eyed Harry.
“Potter?” Draco exclaimed.
Harry winced, then whispered, “I’m not deaf, Malfoy.”
Draco\'s face turned bright pink and muttered, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Could you please hand me my glasses?”
Draco rapidly nodded and quickly handed them over to him. Harry fumbled with them at first before putting them on. The potion apparently had not quite left Harry’s body. He whispered thank you and Draco simply nodded. Harry scanned around, taking in the new surroundings. The room was lavish with furniture and colored in deep royals. The bed he was in was unlike any other he had seen. It was so large; it could very well fit five people with spaces in-between them.
“We’re in Professor Snape’s room.”
Harry slowly nodded, still not looking over at Draco.
“Potter?”
“Hmm?”
“What… I mean how did I help?”
Harry closed his eyes and sighed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“I’ve never told anyone what happened.”
“I know and I really…”
“Let me finish please.”
Harry saw Draco nodding out of the corner of his eye.
Harry sighed again. “I’ve never told anyone what happened,” he repeated and Draco bit his lip from interrupting him again. “I should have. I’ve held it in for too long, and I knew it would only get worse if I didn\'t say anything.” Harry took another deep breath. “Ron knows about my nightmares, but he wont say anything to me. I guess he was waiting for me to come to HIM. He’s even followed me a couple of times I think.”
Harry looked over at a confused Draco.
“Sorry. I would take walks after the nightmares.”
Draco nodded, finally understanding.
“But he always left before I would ‘see’ him. I know he could smell my… my… well, I took a shower before I went back to bed.”
Now Harry REALLY had Draco\'s attention. Harry saw it, closed his eyes and turned his head away from him.
“Potter.”
“Please, Malfoy. Don’t.”
Draco softly sighed, thinking Harry was closing up on him again. With all the courage he could muster, he asked the dreaded questions. But he wanted to start with simple ones first. Or the ones HE thought were simple.
“Have you ever had sex, Potter?”
Harry whipped his head back around and shot Draco an evil look.
“No. No, that’s not what I meant,” he said nervously. “I mean, have you ever… made love?”
Harry’s face softened and stared at the ceiling. He barely shook his head no.
“Never?” he said quietly. He knew he was pushing his luck.
But Harry held his breath and whispered, “No. And I never want to.”
Draco\'s eyes widened in shock. He sputtered, “Why?”
“Would you?” he snapped.
“Well, yes, of course. But. But I’m not you and I didn\'t go through what you did,” he said, lowering his head.
“Didn\'t you?” Harry asked accusingly.
Draco met Harry’s glare. “No. I told you. I wasn\'t raped.”
Harry turned back to stare at the ceiling. “Why should I tell you anything if you wont tell ME anything?”
Harry had him there. Why SHOULD he say anything if Draco wouldn\'t talk.
Draco closed his eyes and took a big gulp of air. He quietly whispered, “All right. It’s been awhile, but all right. It won’t be easy for me though. Only three people know about it.” Looking back at Harry, “But YOU have to talk too.”
Harry looked at the blushing boy. “Fair enough.”
~*~*~*~*~
Draco held Harry firmly but yet softly, still stroking his hair. He expected Harry at any given moment to bolt away from him. He could feel Harry’s tears seep into his shirt and touch his skin below. Aside from hugging his mother, Draco never allowed himself to hug another man. Women were halfway easy but not a man. Harry was different though. He was safe with Harry. Draco closed his eyes and just took in the warmth of Harry’s body, remembering this was for Harry.
Harry had his eyes closed as well. His arms were tightly wrapped around each other, pushing into his own chest. The enclosure around him was comforting as it wasn\'t too tight. He stopped crying and began to take in deep breaths. He almost smiled in relief. How long he wanted to be held like this. No intentions behind it, just for the sake of security from all those who harmed him.
Harry furrowed his eyes as he realized the grip on him was getting tighter. His heartbeat began to pound in his ribs. ‘Please. Not now.’ Harry thought to himself. But it was too late. As always, the overlapping voices were behind him, along with the childish laughter. Before he could attempt to move, he felt invisible hands on his trousers. In one quick movement, they, along with his pants, were pooled down around his ankles. Harry’s breath hitched as he heard the familiar sound of a belt being undone and sliding through each of the loops. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he waited for the first strike against his pale flesh. The grip around his torso began to suffocate him. Harry struggled finally, but for the first time ever; it was easy to break free.
“NO! DON’T EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN!” Harry yelled, as he backed into the wall.
He ducked down and ran across the room, making a break for the door. It didn\'t even dawn on Harry that he was able to run with his trousers down at his feet. He reached the doorway only to be stopped by a large figure that caught him from behind.
“LET GO OF ME! I’LL TELL THIS TIME! I WILL!”
Harry flung his arms at the intruder behind him and kicking his feet into thin air. He was acting like a wild animal caught in a trap.
“What happened here?” a low voice demanded.
“Nothing professor, I swear,” Draco said, not hiding the disappointment in his tone.
Professor Snape arched an eyebrow at the young man who was staring in horror at the other boy fighting in Snape’s strong arms.
“I swear!” Draco pleaded. “All I did was hug him. Really!”
Snape looked down at Harry who was still fighting. It was evident that nothing DID happen. Harry was fully clothed and there was no evidence of foul play. He shook his head and sighed.
“Draco. Go fetch the small bottle on my shelf over there. The one with the blue label.”
“Yes, sir.”
Draco sprung into action and grabbed the potion and brought it within reach of Snape.
Snape shook his head. “I cannot give it to him,” he snarled. “YOU must administer it to him.”
Draco’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open at the thought of coming near the flaying boy.
“NOW, Mr. Malfoy.”
Draco nodded and slowly advanced, watching Harry carefully.
“For Merlin\'s sake, Malfoy,” Snape growled. “I cannot hold him forever,” he snapped.
Draco nodded again. Harry had his eyes closed and was still screaming. Draco opened the phial, still keeping an eye on Harry. He took in a deep breath and rushed to Harry’s face. Harry began to scream louder as he felt his mouth being forcefully opened and his head tossed back. He coughed and tried to spit out the vile liquid, but most of it had already gone down his throat. Draco backed away so fast that he tripped over a chair and stumbled to the floor. He sat there gazing up as Harry’s body slowly began to relax. Harry’s muscles twitched a few times before collapsing completely in Snape’s arms. Both Snape and Draco sighed in relief.
“This is more serious than I thought,” Snape whispered.
~*~*~*~*~
Professor Snape was straightening up the potions room when Draco appeared in the doorway. Draco glanced behind him into the hall that led into Snape’s private quarters. Harry was in there resting on Snape’s bed.
“How long will he be asleep, professor?”
Not looking back, he replied, “For another hour.”
“Oh,” Draco said looking down. “Have you told Dumbledore?”
“I have.”
“And will he want…”
“No. He has allowed us to continue, though he is not pleased with our… methods.”
“Did you tell him what we learned?”
“I did.” Standing up to look at Draco, Snape paused briefly to get Draco\'s attention. “That is the only reason he allowed us to continue.”
“Oh.”
Snape huffed irritability. “Either go back and keep an eye on him, or…” he motioned to the disarray room.
Draco quickly nodded, turned and headed back to the bedroom. Snape scoffed, then went back to cleaning.
Harry was still sleeping and made no movement whatsoever. Draco had leaned over him a few times to check to see if he was still breathing. He quietly mumbled out loud what a foolish idea this was. But then again, neither Draco nor Snape knew the extent of Harry’s problem. Foolishly, they had presumed it was only a simplex one, and since Snape and Draco saw everything first hand, Headmaster Dumbledore approved of their idea. Not for that reason alone though. Ronald Weasley had finally confessed to the headmaster about Harry’s long bouts with nightmares; to which he was promptly scolded for not informing him sooner. Dumbledore also knew that Snape and Draco were qualified enough to handle such anger and violence given their past.
So, Snape and Draco teamed together to force Harry to open up and release his anger. And who better than them to help initiate it? Plus, Snape was there for Draco at one time, and still is, but it was Draco who had to convince Snape to assist him. Harry was not in Slytherin first of all, and he was, of course, HARRY POTTER. But at Draco\'s persistence, he gave in. That and the fact he would be witness to see the mighty Boy-Who-Lived suffer.
~*~*~*~*~
Draco was going through the events that just occurred, trying to make sense out of Harry’s confession. Surely there was more to it than rape. He knew the signs of “just rape”, but he was more familiar with another form of abuse. He shook his head absently, mumbling out loud, wishing it was only a matter of rape and not the other.
“I’m sorry, Potter. I really thought I could help,” he whispered.
“You have,” said a low voice.
“No I haven’t. I only made it…” Draco\'s head shot up and gazed at a bleary-eyed Harry.
“Potter?” Draco exclaimed.
Harry winced, then whispered, “I’m not deaf, Malfoy.”
Draco\'s face turned bright pink and muttered, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Could you please hand me my glasses?”
Draco rapidly nodded and quickly handed them over to him. Harry fumbled with them at first before putting them on. The potion apparently had not quite left Harry’s body. He whispered thank you and Draco simply nodded. Harry scanned around, taking in the new surroundings. The room was lavish with furniture and colored in deep royals. The bed he was in was unlike any other he had seen. It was so large; it could very well fit five people with spaces in-between them.
“We’re in Professor Snape’s room.”
Harry slowly nodded, still not looking over at Draco.
“Potter?”
“Hmm?”
“What… I mean how did I help?”
Harry closed his eyes and sighed.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have…”
“I’ve never told anyone what happened.”
“I know and I really…”
“Let me finish please.”
Harry saw Draco nodding out of the corner of his eye.
Harry sighed again. “I’ve never told anyone what happened,” he repeated and Draco bit his lip from interrupting him again. “I should have. I’ve held it in for too long, and I knew it would only get worse if I didn\'t say anything.” Harry took another deep breath. “Ron knows about my nightmares, but he wont say anything to me. I guess he was waiting for me to come to HIM. He’s even followed me a couple of times I think.”
Harry looked over at a confused Draco.
“Sorry. I would take walks after the nightmares.”
Draco nodded, finally understanding.
“But he always left before I would ‘see’ him. I know he could smell my… my… well, I took a shower before I went back to bed.”
Now Harry REALLY had Draco\'s attention. Harry saw it, closed his eyes and turned his head away from him.
“Potter.”
“Please, Malfoy. Don’t.”
Draco softly sighed, thinking Harry was closing up on him again. With all the courage he could muster, he asked the dreaded questions. But he wanted to start with simple ones first. Or the ones HE thought were simple.
“Have you ever had sex, Potter?”
Harry whipped his head back around and shot Draco an evil look.
“No. No, that’s not what I meant,” he said nervously. “I mean, have you ever… made love?”
Harry’s face softened and stared at the ceiling. He barely shook his head no.
“Never?” he said quietly. He knew he was pushing his luck.
But Harry held his breath and whispered, “No. And I never want to.”
Draco\'s eyes widened in shock. He sputtered, “Why?”
“Would you?” he snapped.
“Well, yes, of course. But. But I’m not you and I didn\'t go through what you did,” he said, lowering his head.
“Didn\'t you?” Harry asked accusingly.
Draco met Harry’s glare. “No. I told you. I wasn\'t raped.”
Harry turned back to stare at the ceiling. “Why should I tell you anything if you wont tell ME anything?”
Harry had him there. Why SHOULD he say anything if Draco wouldn\'t talk.
Draco closed his eyes and took a big gulp of air. He quietly whispered, “All right. It’s been awhile, but all right. It won’t be easy for me though. Only three people know about it.” Looking back at Harry, “But YOU have to talk too.”
Harry looked at the blushing boy. “Fair enough.”
~*~*~*~*~