My Dear Volaticus

by kittenvks

Disclaimer: I own nothing

warnings: HPDM, slash, yaoi, homosexuality. Don't like it? Don't read it. Flamers to the left.

AN: To my readers who have been reading my story, The Fall of Darkness: this is the fic I was talking about. I read a Drarry fic that centered around Lucius quite a bit that made me cry like a little bitch. So, inspired, I had to write about Lucius. Because I love that cold bastard. Deeply. XD Of course, it's not finished yet- it's also very very long. As always, read and review please! Also, to my usual reviewers (you know who you are) I have favorited a fic called Colors. It's a one shot, obviously not by me. Read that and come back and try to tell me it didn't make you bawl like a little baby. It is (of course) Drarry. And mind blowing. Go.

Chapter One: Sun Bathing

Draco struggled free from the Forbidden Forrest, falling into the mud face first. The rain was pouring down, lightning cracking through the sky and thunder rolling. The pain he had only just been going through was gone now, his entire body merely throbbing. He glanced across the Quidditch Pitch, close to where he was laying and up at Hogwarts, illuminated by a soft glow and standing out in ghastly contrast from the dark sky. He groaned weakly, slowly attempting to pull himself toward the castle. Something shifted in the Forbidden Forrest's underbrush behind him and Draco turned snarling as everything went black.

When the blonde awoke he found himself lying on something very hard. Groaning, he slowly opened his eyes and found himself looking at a rough wooden floor and part of the velvetty maroon floor runner that ran along it. Rolling over to his back, Draco hissed in pain. He couldn't remember what happened though it lurked in the back of his mind. He knew he was possibly still in danger so he looked around to find himself in the Gryffindor stands of the Quidditch Pitch. His head was pounding, further encouraging him not to think about the previous night's incidents. He didn't want to remember what had happened right now, he just wanted to lay there and soak up the warm sun that was already partially drying him out. His eyes, however, protested against the bright light and he closed them quickly. At least he was at Hogwarts, at least he was safe.

"I *honestly* don't know why you two insist on being out here! It's muddy and we should be inside studying!" someone was complaining below the stands where Draco lay. The blonde groaned, Granger. Probably with Potter and Weasley. This was exactly what he needed.

"We only want to practice a bit Hermione, it's not that bad. Mud isn't going to effect us all that much- it's *Quidditch*, we'll be in the sky," yup, there was Potter.

"*You* didn't have to come!" Weasley laughed. Draco sighed, exactly what he needed. The Golden Trio.

"Well I'll sit in the stands then, no point in being in there today." Hermione was saying, and Draco heard the door to the stands open. He just couldn't bring himself to care all that much. His whole body hurt and he vaguely wondered what day it was. Pain was searing through his back, white hot. Some part of him registered that the pain wasn't all that bad, not compared to last night.

He could hear Hermione climbing the steps within the stands and wondered if he'd be in her direct line of sight or if he'd be left alone to lay there in peace. He just wanted to lay there, and be left alone. Hearing the soft gasp as the door opened told him he would not get his wish today. Hermione rushed to his side.

"Are you okay?"

"Shhhh Granger, shhh," Draco slurred, covering his face with his arm, "I'm fine. Just go away."

"Malfoy?!"

"Yes?"

"I didn't realize it was *you*, you're...you're filthy."

"Yes." Draco snapped, wishing she'd just go away.

"You're never filthy."

"Thank you for noticing."

"I think you need to go to the Infirmary," Hermione said, drawing her wand.

"Granger," Draco snapped, "I told you- I'm fine. I just want to lay here a while. I'm very very sore and very very tired."

"Let me get Harry and Ron," she said, standing. Draco reached out and grabbed her robes.

"Please, Granger, don't. I can't cope with all three of you right now."

Seeing the pleading look in his eyes Hermione looked back to Harry and Ron who were doing something or other with the bludgers on the Pitch. She glanced back down at Draco who was laying there, so covered in mud and who knows what else that she hadn't immediately recognized him. All that was truly Malfoy were the silver grey eyes staring up at her. Hermione sighed and plopped down on the bench next to him.

"Alright then, Malfoy, what happened?"

"I don't know. I'm sure I could remember if I thought about it, but right now I'd rather not. I'm not feeling very well." Hermione nodded at this, staring at him.

"I'm not going to leave till I'm sure you're okay." She snapped, waving her wand and casting a scourgify. Now he looked a bit more like Malfoy. She cast two more, finally cleaning him up. He just smirked, hand still draped over his eyes. "You don't seem to have any wounds I can see. I don't see blood either."

"Exactly. I told you-"

"HERMIONE! Slytherins!" Ron was calling, pointing to the ground. Standing, Hermione went to look over the edge of the stands.

"What do *you* want?" she called down. Draco made no sign he was going to move.

"We're looking for Draco!" Draco automatically recognized Pansy's whiny voice and groaned behind her.

"I haven't seen him!" Hermione called back, sighing, "why would he be with us?"

"We're not exactly friends!" Ron called, laughing. Hermione nodded, looking back at the small group.

"We've looked everywhere else! We need to find him, it's very important!" Blaise Zabini called up, looking suspicious.

"Well you've not looked hard enough!" Ron called, lowering himself a bit on his broom, "he's not here."

"Why's it so important?" Harry asked, curious.

"None of your bloody business Potter!" Pansy snapped, glancing around the Pitch for the missing Slytherin.

"Look," Blaise said, stepping away from the group, "Draco's father is here, that's how important it is. We don't know for sure what's going on but he's already searched our commons and is now pitching a fit the likes of which *you* have never seen in Dumbledore's office. We're just trying to help. His birthday was last night and he never showed up for it or even dinner."

"We're worried something's wrong," Pansy said, softening a bit.

"Hermione!" Harry called up to her, having landed near the Slytherins, "can you see him from up there?" Hermione turned, looking down at the blonde who was now leaned against a bench shaking his head vigorously. Biting her lip, Hermione turned back.

"No!" she called back, feeling bad for having to lie. She didn't even know why she was doing it, she didn't even like the prat. However, he obviously didn't want to be found and even she hadn't meant to find him.

"Well," Harry said, turning back to the Slytherins, "if I see him, I'll let him know."

The Slytherins left quickly, headed towards Hagrid's shack to most likely see if the groundskeeper had seen their friend. Hermione turned back to Draco, sighing as she sat down.

"I don't like lying to my friends," she said, eyeing him disdainfully. Ron was yelling out the incantation to activate the Quidditch balls while Harry was soaring high into the air. Draco pushed himself against the rail, not wanting to be seen.

"Well," he said, once he was sure he was safe, "thank you, Granger. I never thought I'd say that, but thank you."

"Did you hear them, your father is here?" Hermione said, looking concerned. Draco nodded, a glare taking over his features.

"Yes." he seemed to seethe for a moment, "I heard them. I'll go see him when I'm not in so much pain. I don't think I can walk to the school right now. Why are you helping me?"

"I honestly have no idea," Hermione said, glancing up to see Ron and Harry still playing, oblivious, "curiousity. I suppose."

"I'm quite curious myself," Draco drawled, hugging his knees to his chest. Hermione sighed, drawing her wand and he flinched.

"I'm only going to check you out, make sure you're okay," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. He nodded. After a few careful swishes of her wand, Hermione gasped, "wehavetogetyoutopomphrey!" she breathed quickly, standin up. Draco dove forward to try to capture her as she screamed, "HARRY!"

The world spun, changing colors briefly before Draco fell into her legs. Groaning, he pulled himself up with another sharp hiss of pain.

"Now you've bloody well done it Granger!"

"Sit down!" Hermione cried, grabbing him and pushing him into one of the benches, "you've been poisoned Draco, you're hurt pretty bad." He barely registered her words as the world was still spinning around him, his ears ringing.

"Malfoy what the-"

"Harry! He needs to get to the Infirmary NOW!" Hermione cried out, standing between them. Harry scowled at her, turning to face his arch nemesis.

"What's wrong with you, Malfoy?"

"Sod off, Potter!" Draco snapped, standing and searching for his wand, not finding it, "I- I don't...I don't need your-" he fell to his knees hard. Hermione screamed.

"Go! Harry help him!" She yelled, grabbing her best friend. Growling, Harry knelt next to the blonde who was now shivering,

"Malfoy, I'm going to pick you up. I have to take you to the hospital wing," Harry said cautiously, reaching his arms under the blonde. Drac snarled and started to protest before resigning himself to it. Harry nodded and looked at Hermione, "what do I tell them?"

"He's been poisoned," Hermione rushed, watching Ron coming, "I'll be right behind you. There's not much time Harry, go, it's a lot of poison."

Harry Potter didn't have to be told twice, once he realized what was going on. Straddling his broom, he pulled Draco up to face him. Draco was beginning to lose consciousness.

"Come on, Malfoy, don't fight me," Harry whispered, wrapping Draco so that he was practically in his lap, facing Harry with his head on Harry's shoulder. Wrapping one arm around the Malfoy heirs thin waist, and the other around the handle of his broom- Harry took off. Weakly, Draco attempted to hold on, his arms falling loosely around Harry's back and he groaned.

"My back... Potter, it hurts," he managed to grind out in Harry's ear. Harry nodded, trying to shift his hand, but there was no where else to put it to hold the blonde on the broom. He knew he was touching flesh, realizing that the back of Draco's robes were shredded and bloody, he wondered what had happened. The last thing Draco noticed before he passed out was the ebb of pain shooting through his back fading, and how good Harry smelled.