Sleep No More

Chapter 2: Magick Oaths and Secrets

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"Talking."– Thoughts

"Talking" –Parseltongue/Parselmagick

Harry had been at Malfoy Manor for half an hour now and Draco was still asking strange questions. Not to mention invading his personal space whenever Harry didn't answer a question. Draco was behind Harry leaning over the couch, with his hands on Harry's shoulders. "Come on, Potter. Just answer the question. What really happened to you?" Draco massages Harry shoulders lightly. Harry held in the hiss of pain. Draco smirked and squeezed his shoulders harder. Harry winced but made no sound. "You're wearing bandages, Potter. Meaning you can't go to anyone to heal you. That tells me something happened that you don't want others to know about." Draco moved his hands and walked over to opposite couch and sat down. Harry sighed. "Fine I'll tell you, but you have to swear on your magick."

Draco nodded and grabbed his wand. "I Draco Malfoy do so swear on my magick and life I will not knowingly or willingly reveal what Harry Potter is going to tell me. So mote it be." A white aura surrounded Draco and Harry. "So mote it be." Harry finished quietly. The magick turned gold and disappeared.

Draco snapped his fingers and Mitsy appeared. "Mitsy prepare the guest room next to mine. Potter will be staying tonight." Harry looked at Draco confused. "Aren't you going to ask me if I want to stay?" Draco stood up and sat beside Harry. He was a little too close for comfort, in Harry's opinion. "I know you don't want to leave. You have been prolonging our visit. You came hear to tell me what I want to know and made it a point to make me wait. You don't want to go home, do you?" Harry stared at Draco not answering. "You're going to lend me some clothes seeing as I wasn't prepared to spend a night. Draco looked at Harry for a moment. "I'm afraid anything I have will be too big for you. Do you eat properly?"

Harry ignored his question. "Then what am I supposed to wear?" Draco bit his lip in thought. "He looks so…normal like this. Does he wear a mask at school? Like me?' "Draco Malfoy you stop that!" Draco jumped and looked to the doorway. Harry turned around to see Narcissa Malfoy standing there with her hands n her hips, tapping her foot. "Biting your lip is a nasty habit. I don't want to see you doing that again." She walked over to Draco and noticed Harry. "Oh dear. I'm sorry, I didn't see you there." Harry smiled. He always liked Lady Malfoy. She was nice and funny, with an attitude to boot. "It's alright Lady Malfoy." He kissed her hand and smiled. "Always a pleasure to meet you." She smiled. "Always such the gentleman, Harry dear. I couldn't help but to hear your dilemma Harry. I have a solution if you're interested." She smiled mischievously. Harry moved closer towards Draco. "Err…Okay let's hear it Lady."

Her smile got wider. Harry looked to Draco only to see a similar smile on his face. 'I have a bad feeling about this…' Harry thought grimly to himself. "I believe Mother thinks we should go shopping." Harry sighed in defeat. He knew he wouldn't be able to say no to Lady Malfoy. "Fine…" He grumbled and crossed his arms. "Good. Now let's go. Draco and I are going to buy you a new wardrobe!" Narcissa grabbed Draco's and Harry's arm and apparated to Diagon Alley. Harry stumbled for a moment. "You could have warned me, Lady. And what is this about a new wardrobe? I have clothes…" Draco leaned over and whispered, "Just let it go. No matter what you say you'll have a new wardrobe, even if she has to buy herself." Harry eyes widen at the thought of her spending money on him. "Alright Harry. Let's get some clothes first then we shall get your robes. Where would you like to go?"

Harry thought for a moment and smiled. He grabbed both of their hands and led them to a small clothing shop called The Serpent's Tongue. "Oh I haven't had the chance to visit this shop yet." Draco peered in the windows. "I didn't realize you were into the gothic fashion, Potter." Harry said nothing and walked inside. The moment he stepped through the door he was tackled to the ground by a teen in a black skirt, which happened to be male. "Harry!" The teen sat up, now straddling Harry. "Where have you been? What happened? Did he hurt you again?!" Harry sighed. "Blake will you get off of me? There are others here, as well." Blake looked up to see Draco and Narcissa. His eyes widened as his face turned red. He quickly got off of Harry.

Draco looked at the feminine boy. His hair was dark purple and was to his shoulders. He was wearing a tight black tank top, a short and torn black shirt with black sneakers. Draco looked at his face. His eyes were a light shade of blue and he had full pouty lips. Overall he was very pretty. "I'm sorry about my behavior just now. I'm Blake. My boyfriend owns this shop and I work here sometimes."

He smiled and practically lit up the room. "It's nice to meet you Blake. I am Narcissa Malfoy and this is my son, Draco." Draco nodded his head in Blake's direction. Harry cleared his throat. "Lady Malfoy is helping me shop for a new wardrobe. I can think of no better place to get a new wardrobe." Blake grinned widely. "Take as long as you need. It's about time he stopped wearing those rags."

Three hours later Harry found himself in the guest room sprawled out on his bed. "Who would've thought shopping could be so tiring?" Draco was standing in the doorway smirking. "You survived the killing curse. Surely it wasn't that bad." Harry noticed Draco coming closer. He knew what Draco was doing but he was too tired to move. Draco got on top of Harry, straddling him. "Do you have some secret crush on me Malfoy?" Draco leaned down and whispered, "Not at all, Potter. I just want to know why you can resist my Veela charms." When Draco sat back up Harry looked him straight in the eyes. "I don't know, but I do know you won't stop until you're sure I can resist. So lay it on me."

Draco smirked and leaned in slowly. Harry's lips were inches away. "Are you sure Potter?"

Harry sighed in annoyance and closed the distance between them. They pulled away slowly. Draco stared at Harry or a moment. Sure that Harry wasn't going to assault him, he moved off of Harry. "How do you…feel?" Draco asked slowly. "I don't want to jump your bones if that's what you're asking. Now that we know your Veela charms don't work on me, can we move past this?" Draco smiled. A genuine smile. "I don't think I've ever seen Malfoy smile before. He has a nice smile. Without even realizing, Harry was smiling too. "Now Potter, will you tell me what I want to know?"

Harry's smile faded away. "Yea…ask away, Malfoy." Draco cleared his throat. "Why were you in Knockturn Alley?"
"I was looking for a way to use magick undetected. The spells I want to use are very dark." Draco nodded. "Why do you want to use Dark Magick?"
"To kill my Muggle relatives." Harry's eyes darkened. "Why do you want to kill them? Do you hate Muggles?" Harry could see the shock in Draco's eyes. "I don't hate all Muggles. There are good ones out there. These ones in particular will pay for what they've done to me." Draco leaned away from Harry a bit. He was reminding of a certain Lord with that look in his eyes. "Is this really Harry Potter in front of me? He's so…different." Draco didn't know what to think of Harry's behavior, so he asked his next question. "What did they do you?" The moment those words left Draco's lips, Harry changed. He looked very uncomfortable and wouldn't look Draco in the eye. "What is going on? A moment ago he was talking of killing his relatives now he can't even look me in the eye." Harry took a deep breath and removed his shirt slowly, wincing as he did so. Draco's eyes widen in shock. He gasped at the sight of Harry. He was covered in bruises and unhealed cuts. "So many scars…" Harry got self-conscious and wrapped his arms around himself. Draco, realizing what he'd done, pulled Harry's arms away. "I'm sorry I just…you're not ugly Potter. I didn't mean to insult. How could this happen? Did the Muggles do this to you?!" Harry was quiet for a moment before he nodded. "Yes. Uncle has beaten me since I was six, when I started doing accidental magic. I told Dumbledore, but he said I was exaggerating. He said I shouldn't spread awful lies about my family." They sat there in silence for a while, not sure what to say. "One last question, Potter. How are you able to resist me Veela? I know you were lying earlier when you said you didn't know. So out with it, Potter." Harry bit his lip. "Okay, but please try not to freak out." Harry closed his eyes. "Resero…" Harry spoke softly in Parseltongue. A bright green light surrounded Harry obscuring Draco's view of him. A few minutes passed and the light slowly receded. Sitting there was the most amazing thing Draco had ever seen. "You're a-a Drake?!" Draco was taken aback. Harry now horns and wings! They were pitch black just like the scales on his cheeks and the backs of his hands. They seemed to catch the light no matter how Draco looked at them. Harry smiled and showed off his fangs. "Yes and I'm the last one."

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Resero: {Latin} (Ray-say-roh) - unlock, disclose, unbolt, disembosom, evulgate, reveal

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