Memories of the Artery by Belecine
Disclaimer: No money is being profited from this fiction. Characters belong to J.K. Rowling, I´m just using them for my own fun and imagination. And I mean no offense to the wonderful actors and actresses who bring these characters to life.
Warnings: Slash, I can't think of any other reason why you shouldn't read this story.
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, other pairings will be notified in the later chapters.
Ignores the epilogue in DH and the war goes on a bit longer than it did in cannon.
A big thanks to my two wonderful betas, Nemo and JadeyPL. This chapter would have been quite different if not for them.
A man in his late forties, wearing an expensive looking shadow grey coat, a sea-blue classic shirt and formal black pants walked down the white halls counting the door numbers as he passed by them, searching for the right one.
Finally reaching the correct door at the end of the hall, he opened it and strode through it with a handful of brightly colored flowers and a couple of books in his hand.
The room was a bit large for one person and thankfully it wasn't as white as the rest of the hospital. At the far right was a large, wobbly table – white, like the rest of the furniture – and next to it was the bathroom door. A window took up the entire left wall and in the middle was an occupied, modest bed. Beside the single bed was an uncomfortable metal chair.
A smile graced his face as he saw a picture of himself on top of the table, accompanied by a large stack of untouched books and other little objects.
"I brought you tulips and some books," said the visitor, his back facing the patient as he placed the elegant bouquet on the window ledge.
There was a slight pause before he finally said," Thank you, Angel," a warm look in his startling green eyes.
Glancing over his shoulder quickly to see if Harry was looking at him – he wasn't – he haughtily announced the opinion of hospital goers everywhere. It was undoubtedly stitched onto a pillow somewhere.
"I despise hospitals."
Deep chuckles followed the statement. Then, remembering where he was, the chuckles stopped. Forlorn, Harry looked over at his life partner of twenty-six years and asked, "Love, why won't you come and sit beside me?"
Sighing, the ex-death eater turned around and went to sit on the chair next to the bed.
"I didn't because you didn't give me a proper greeting," Draco Malfoy accused the Savior of the Wizarding World. "You would think a man would be happy to see his lover after being stuck with old, nosy nurses all day."
"I am happy to see you!" He said, but Draco wasn't satisfied.
Harry Potter gave him the wounded puppy look; then he realized Draco actually was a bit put out.
"I was just thinking!" exclaimed Harry in defense.
"About?" He raised an eyebrow in mock disbelief as if his lover couldn't do such a great feat as think.
Blushing, Harry turned away and mumbled, "The past… and life in general."
"Come on, Harry! It's not like you're going to die!" Draco teased, trying to alleviate the tension with humor and because he was deep, deep in denial. "And everybody says I'm the drama queen." Harry's blush increased tenfold.
"But I´m going to have coronary artery bypass surgery! You know that it's a serious operation," the raven haired man said apprehensively.
"Harry", Draco started, "the doctors do this all the time; it's a common surgery. It helps that I gave you potions to make the operation more risk free. "He took hold of Harry's chin and forcing him to look at him when Harry kept staring at his hands. "Trust me, you are going to be alright and annoy the hell out of me for another twenty six years," Draco said, smirking, trying to cheer his lover up.
When Harry opened his mouth and was about to start complaining how it was Draco who was annoying, "And if you ever start dramatizing again I won't bring you any James Bond books." He continued in a threatening voice.
Harry pouted and said in a childish voice, "You're evil."
Laughing, Draco looked at the patient. His childhood nemesis had grown to be, surprisingly, a 6´1 foot tall, handsome man. He was toned and well built; he still had very nice abs and muscles, even at the age of 48. His face had retained some of its boyishness, which made him look more carefree, though his eyes held the look of a man who had gone through a lot in his life. Harry had refused to get contacts and had instead kept his glasses. Of course, Draco had made him buy more fashionable (and in Harry's opinion, ridiculously expensive) frames. They were similar to his old ones, but gave him a more sophisticated look and were tinted dark silver at the edges. The scar on his forehead, hidden behind dark locks of hair, was barely noticeable, but still a reminder of the past.
Harry had, at a younger age, gelled his hair stylishly (or he had tried to, anyway), but now his hair almost reached his shoulders and had tamed a little bit. Over time, wrinkles appeared, but it did not stop women and men from hitting on The-Man-Who-Defeated-You-Know-Who, much to Draco's dismay.
Draco himself had become the same height as his deceased father, and looked quite similar to him. The only noticeable change was that instead of long silver hair tied with a leather ribbon, Draco's hair was much shorter, even shorter than Harry's, and he had stopped using countless hair products, so now his hair curled slightly at the end. Harry had teased him mercilessly, often calling him "Mommy's little angel" in public places, thus came the nickname Angel.
Flashback
Draco and Harry had been waiting in the bus stop for less than five minutes, when two adolescent girls a foot from them burst into giggles. Behind them was a toddler who was sitting in his mother's lap, while his mother chattered away to the elderly women who sat beside her.
"Why couldn't you have just driven the car or called a taxi?" Draco asked Harry in annoyance, while glaring at the two girls.
"Because I thought some fresh air would be good for us," said Harry.
"And you just conveniently forgot how far away we live from London?" Draco asked sarcastically.
Harry sighted and didn't bother to answer him, because in times like these it was better to let Draco rant away.
"Do you have any idea how cold I am?" The blond started whining. "I can't feel my freaking fingers! And it's all your fault!" When Harry still didn't comment Draco continued. "My poor hair is going to freeze and it won't stay as soft as before."
Harrys face broke into a devious grin. "Awww, is Mommy's little angel gonna cry?" Harry said in an overly sweet voice.
"How dare you..." Draco growled.
"Now now, little angel, Mommy doesn't want you to get mad now, does she?" Harry cut in, cooing loudly enough so that the bystanders heard him.
The two girls started to giggle uncontrollably and the two other women behind them watched with thinly veiled amusement.
"Potter, if you don't stop now I will not be responsible for my actions," Draco threatened in a menacing tone.
But Harry wouldn't stop; after all, it was always Draco who teased him mercilessly, and now he was paying back.
"Oh my, is my cute and sweet little angel going to boo boo?" Harry went even as far as to pinch Draco's cheek and made the pink tinted skin to grown darker.
By now the girls were laughing like lunatics and even the two older women couldn't help but laugh at the couple.
"Aren't you the most adorable angel I ha-", Harry had begun again, but before he could finish his sentence Draco attacked him.
The bus stopped next to them just as Draco was about to bite his lovers hand. Draco, seeing the bus first, let go of Harry and ran toward the bus's door and paid for his ticket. Harry, realizing why the Slytherin had given up and left, ran after him and reached the door a second before it closed.
While paying for his ticket, Harry looked around for Draco, and after locating him he saw that the man wore a smug look on his face. It didn't take him long to figure out that his lover had thought of a revenge for his earlier action.
Sitting beside the fair haired man Harry tired to ask him in a light tone, "So, what punishment have you come up with?" Even an imbecile could detect the large amount of dread pouring out of the Gryffindor.
The dark wizard gave him an evil smirk and said, "I have decided that a suitable punishment for you is four days without any…intimacy." Draco purred out the last word seductively.
The most powerful wizard in the planet knew that the next four days were going to be hell.
Present
"…so rude and I nearly blew my top, because of her constant nagging. So of course she started to…" Harry had started ranting about something, while Draco had been down the memory trip.
"Don´t you think I did the right thing, Angel?" the question was directed towards the unsuspecting victim.
Draco looked up at Harry and not wanting to admit he had not been listening to one word, because it would make him look like a plebian, he chose to ignore it and asked one of his own, to see if his lover would answer a small matter which had made him confused so many years ago.
"Do you remember when you first showed up at my door after the ministry hearing?"
Harry nodded.
"Why did you come back after I had so rudely insulted you and practically blamed you for losing my ability to do magic?" Draco had never asked this before because he had been busy learning everything about the Muggle world and had simply been grateful for having Harry in his life.
Harry smiled and was about to answer when a strict looking nurse, a bit on the plump side, with grey-brown hair and hazel eyes, stepped into the room and greeted Draco with a nod. She reminded them strongly of Professor McGonagall, but would only have come up to Harry's shoulder.
Turning to face raven haired man, she wore the expression of a brave warrior ready to take down the dragon.
Harry had gone completely white the moment he had seen her. His eyes were darting around the room, always staying a second longer on the two doors. The doors were his only option of escaping from the evil little nurse. After all, she had come to collect another round of blood samples, ready to fight tooth and nail with her patient, who happened to be absolutely terrified of needles.
Draco moved out of the way, a bright spark of amusement growing stronger in his eyes, which looked eerily similar to the late, lemon –drop- eating Headmaster. He stepped back to watch the show.
Harry was looking at him, his eyes just about screaming,
Help me!
"Mr. Malfoy, please barricade the bathroom door for me so Mr. Potter cannot escape." The nurse's loud voice was heard over Harry's pleas for mercy, shouted curses and sworn revenge.
Smirking like the devil itself, Draco placed himself in front of the bathroom, wishing he had remembered to bring a camera recorder.
"It would be my pleasure, Nurse Halley."
Harry shot him a look full of poison and promises of pain and death that would have made the Dark Lord himself proud.
A/N: I don't know when I will post the next chapter, but hopefully it will be up before next year… yeah I´m a really slow writer. I am more of a reader than a writer.(update 6.2. the second chapter is much better so please go and read it. And you get to find out why harry is in a muggle hospital.)
So please review and tell me of your thoughts. Constructive criticism will be greatly appreciated.
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