update of corrected version: 22-11-12. (Thank you Sevfan, for seeing all the errors neither I nor Makoto saw.)
Saturday, 3rd August 1996, St Mungo's Inoculation Room
Saturday morning started with Draco being awoken at shortly after six by Harry's restless movements. During the night, Harry had unconsciously moved from his side of the bed towards Draco's in the hope to find some relief from the itching.
"Uhrg," Draco groaned, not liking to be awoken at such an ungodly hour in the morning, especially on a weekend day. To top it off, his bladder was full and demanded relief. Not to forget that currently an equally naked Harry Potter was rubbing his half erect penis and right thigh against Draco's left leg.
At least I'm the only one lying on my stomach, Draco thought. With how his legs were widely spread open, Harry would only need to roll a bit over to be on top of Draco and thrusting against his ass instead of the blond's leg. But as Harry still was lying on his left side, only Draco's leg got abused.
Though, Potter still seems to only be slightly warmer than normal, not something which would indicate that he had developed a high fever, Draco thought sadly. When Harry started to pick up the speed of his rubbing, Draco's own manhood became interested and started to get hard. Great, just what I would need, Draco thought. I better get up and to the bathroom before the pressure gets even worse. And maybe have a nice wank too, while Potter is still asleep.
I just hope that Potter will stop with it once we are forced to be in close contact while I have to get my revaccination by being all pressed up against Potter's equally naked body. I really do not need to get hard while we are this close and he will be able to see and feel my erection. It would be more than awkward, especially since we will be required to stay in close contact until his temperature gets down again. Why couldn't I've been paired with someone less attractive than Potter? With a sigh, Draco carefully left the bed for his—by then—much needed shower wank, not bothering to get his gown back on as Harry was still asleep and he would take out a fresh one from the bathroom cupboard.
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When Draco re-entered the bedroom nearly an hour later, Harry sat awake in the bed, trying to not go insane from the itching. With the lights on, Draco could now see that the blisters had already changed colour to a deep red and would turn purple soon. No wonder that Potter was so restless. By this point, one should already have started to have a temperature over thirty-nine centigrade, Draco thought, remembering what his Healer had told him about the dragon pox inoculation. Let's see how far his temperature has increased overnight.
"Morning, Potter."
"Morning. Why is it that you're already up before seven on a weekend day? It's not like you have blisters to keep you from sleeping," Harry asked him.
"I may not have the blisters, but you were rather restless this morning. Since I was awake anyway, I thought that I would get up and take a nice long shower. It's not like I would have been able to get back to sleep anyway." Especially with you humping my leg with your half-hard cock. And your shaved groin made it even more thrilling, Draco added in his thoughts.
"Oh, sorry. I hadn't meant to wake you."
"It's alright. But since you're up too, how about we get the morning temperature check out of the way?"
"Why not," was all Harry said before he yawned and got into position on his arms and knees. He was still sleepy enough to not be overly bothered by his total nakedness while Draco at least had the hospital gown on.
Both of them were disappointed when the thermometer's voice only announced "Thirty-eight-point-four centigrade."
At least this way, I will be able to get some sleep after lunch, Draco thought, relieved. I don't think that I'm rested enough to start checking Potter's temperature every hour. What a difference zero point one centigrade can make. And this way, he will hopefully already have reached a temperature over thirty-nine centigrade to speed up the whole thing.
"I would have thought with how bad the itching has gotten that my body temperature would at least have risen more than those two tenths of a degree over the last eight hours," Harry said, disappointed.
"Still better than if it would have been thirty-eight-point-five, or we would already have reached the hourly temperature check stage," Draco voiced his previous thought.
"I had totally forgotten about that part." Or more like repressed it until now. It's bad enough that he has to stick the thermometer up my ass thrice a day. I can really do without it happening hourly. Can't the wizarding world at least have thermometers which do not require to be shoved six inches into your ass? Even medical Muggle ones aren't inserted deeper than two inches, Harry thought, not liking that the wizarding world in some cases was still hundreds of years behind the Muggle world.
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To Harry's surprise, a letter for him had arrived together with today's breakfast. Draco was kind enough to open it for him, after he had also brushed Harry's teeth for him again, so that Harry could privately read the letter while lying on the bed without having to use his hands.
The letter turned out to be from Sirius, who for safety's sake used the nickname Padfoot to sign the letter. And had also included a clip from the Prophet. Ignoring the newspaper clip for now, Harry started reading the letter.
~Dear Harry,
I hope that everything is going well so far with your inoculation, even if the Malfoy brat is the one who is in charge of you right now.~
Harry wondered how his godfather had found out that he had been paired with Malfoy. As far as he knew, St Mungo's did not give away this information to anyone because of the oath all Healers and mediwizards and -witches took.
~I'm sure you're wondering how I know that Malfoy is your partner. Let's just say that one beetle saw the both of you enter St Mungo's sixth floor on Thursday. The bitch thought that the Ministry would surely call you in for your inoculation the day after your birthday. So, she simply awaited your arrival. And as Malfoy had been the only other person your age to be on this floor that day, she concluded that he would be your partner.
Who would have thought that you going to a standard vaccination would make the Prophet's front page on Friday? At least the woman did not write too much rubbish this time. I'm sure that she could have come up with something far worse than what she wrote, but you can read it for yourself.~
And here I had hoped that it wouldn't reach the Prophet, Harry thought. Damn Skeeter and her Animagus form.
~You know, I still have 12 free kills left. Though two of those are already reserved for Peter and Snivellus. So, if Malfoy is giving you too much trouble, then I can always go and pay him a little visit next week when you are back home as payback.~
Thank god that Malfoy is behaving. I would have hated to see Sirius land back in Azkaban because of me.
~This said, if the itching gets too much to wear any kind of clothing any more, don't hesitate to walk around starkers. The dignity is not worth it, especially since the two of you will be required to be naked all cuddled up after your temperature has risen to thirty-nine centigrade anyway as this new stupid reinoculation procedure requires, as Hermione had kindly informed me yesterday morning. We both were wondering why they can't simply apply the creams to the other party too. But that's the Ministry for you.~
Since breakfast, Harry had already started to contemplate if it would be worth it to get rid of the blanket he had started to wear instead of the hospital gown. Even if the blanket had not been as irritating as the gown yesterday, today the blisters had developed even further, and even the smooth surface of the blanket irritated his skin and worsened the itching.
If even Sirius is saying that I should go without clothing... Harry thought, but then his advice isn't always the best. Though Healer Yorkins didn't say anything about the both of us being required to cuddle while being starkers. He only said that we would need to share the bed sometime during the inoculation, so that Malfoy can have his revaccination too. It was not like I haven't been starkers around Malfoy before when the creams had to be absorbed. And Malfoy wasn't staring at my naked body then. Too bad that Sirius didn't say when Malfoy would be required to be naked too. It would make the whole decision easier.
Harry was hardly able to concentrate on the letter without having the urge to scratch himself. The only thing which stopped him from trying to scratch the blisters all the time were the gloves. At least today Harry knew why Draco had insisted so much that he wore the gloves and the gag all the time.
~By the way, Hermione, Ron and the rest of the Weasleys say 'Hi'.
Good luck with the rest of your inoculation and hopefully I'll see you soon,
Padfoot
P.S.: Mundungus has finally gotten his hands on some Polyjuice Potion, so we will be able to visit the French amusement park you've told me about for a day to celebrate your birthday properly as soon as you're home again.~
Harry could not wait to get out of here and to France, even if it was only for a few hours, as both of them would be required to take the potion to stay undetected. To tell the truth, Harry was happier that Sirius would be able to get out of the house for a while than to actually see Disneyland—something he had wanted to visit after he had heard Dudley talk about it for hours when his aunt and uncle had taken him there when he was ten.
But now, I better move on to the article. Who knows what Sirius thinks isn't too bad, Harry thought before he moved his eyes towards the newspaper clipping lying to his right. Of course the cover showed him and the Weasley twins as they entered St Mungo's via Apparation.
~The Boy Who Lived Afraid of His Dragon Pox Inoculation
-an article by Rita Skeeter- ~
Isn't this a nice headline, Harry thought sarcastically.
~I am sure that my dear readers can imagine how utterly surprised I was when yesterday—by pure chance—I saw our beloved Mr Potter arriving at the sixth floor of St Mungo's, where the Inoculation Ward is located. As Mr. Potter had just turned sixteen the day before, he was at this special part of St Mungo's to receive the mandatory dragon pox inoculation (see page 2 for more information).
The poor boy was escorted to the door of Healer Yorkins by Fred and George Weasley, the owners of the uprising shop Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes in Diagon Alley (for more information see page 8), with tears glistening in his usually bright, green eyes. That he needed the moral support of his dear friends is understandable, considering that it surely was an emotionally trying tragic day for the hero of the wizarding world. If his dear mother, the late Mrs Potter, née Evans, had not been murdered by You Know Who that fateful Halloween night so many years ago (see page 5), our dear Harry would only have needed to come in for his reinoculation, as he would have already gone through this experience with his mother at age five. Another memorable family event that has been ripped away from our poor Harry by He Who Must Not Be Named.~
At least the twins are getting a free advertisement out of this, Harry thought after he read the first two paragraphs.
~I was even more surprised that the only other person around Mr Potter's age to enter the Inoculation Ward has been one Draco Malfoy, the son of Mr. Lucius Malfoy, who some weeks ago had been accused of being a Death Eater and was present at the incident at the Department of Mysteries (see page 4). It is obvious that Draco Malfoy will be the one in charge of our hero's health. But, how can the Ministry allow the son of a suspected Death Eater to be in charge of our dear Boy Who Lived, while he is totally defenceless as a side-effect of the dragon pox inoculation? So, let us all hope that the reason why the charges against Mr Malfoy were dropped was because his claim that he isn't a Death Eater is true and that he was once again being forced under the use of the Imperiuscurse . Otherwise, my dear readers, we may have to fear for the life of our beloved Harry.
So, let us wish for Mr Potter that his vaccination is as quick as possible and that it goes without complications, namely murder attempts, so that he can enjoy the rest of his well earned summer holidays with his friends.
Yours faithfully,
Rita Skeeter~
Rubbish, the whole thing, Harry thought. And how can I enjoy my holidays if she is writing those stupid things about me? Really, the nerve of that woman.
Though, Sirius is right. She could have come up with worse. The heading sounded like she would write something in the direction of 'If the Boy Who Lived is afraid of a simple dragon pox vaccination, how can he be strong enough to face or even defeat the Dark Lord? My faithful readers, I'm afraid but I fear for the future of our wizarding world.' The people out there do not need to become even more fearful; it is bad enough as it is.
I just hope that Skeeter won't be there when I get out of here. Chances are that she will follow Healer Yorkins in the examination room and will see me naked. At this thought Harry shuddered. I better watch out for any insects in the room. And I better warn Malfoy. Not that he'll get corned by her when he leaves the hospital.
"Hey, Malfoy, you better read this article Skeeter wrote for yesterday's Prophet," Harry called out to the blond, who got up from the sofa to look at what Harry would find so interesting in an article Skeeter wrote.
When he finished reading, the only thing he said was, "Nice," in a dry voice before he folded the clipping in half and laid it down on Harry's bedside table. Then, he continued, "And here I thought that woman had some self-preservation skills. I'm sure that Father already filled out a lawsuit against her."
While Draco had been reading the article, Harry had evaluated the pros and cons of forgoing the blanket. In the end, he decided that he would ask the blond about when the both of them would be required to be both naked before he would decide if he would stay starkers until the blisters started healing.
"Say, Draco, at what point are we required to cuddle?" Harry asked, using Sirius' phrase of cuddling to avoid mentioning being naked.
"Who said anything about cuddling?" Draco asked. It was new to him that they would need to do that.
"Ehm, my godfather said that at one point we would need to cuddle for your reinoculation?" Harry answered, still not using the word naked and but still turning red-faced. Besides, Draco already knew that Sirius was his godfather, so no harm was done in telling him about him being in contact with a wanted criminal.
Biting back some nasty dog reference he wanted to make at the mentioning of Harry's godfather—they were trying to hold on to a peace agreement after all—Draco answered Harry's question while turning red himself.
"Uhm...yeah," Draco began to stutter before he got a grip on himself. "The Healer said that when your temperature is thirty-nine centigrade or higher then I'm required to get both of us naked and ensure that our bodies are touching until your temperature starts to decrease again. This does not necessarily mean that we need to cuddle. Simply lying beside each other with our legs touching, or sitting in the other's lap should do it. Though, he especially instructed me to make sure that we sleep either in each other's arms or atop the other." Draco's face had turned redder the more he spoke. After this morning, he feared that sleeping together would end up in at least one of them getting a hard-on.
To his consolation, Harry's face has turned as red as his while he spoke.
With the new information, Harry could finally decide what to do about the annoying blanket. He hardly had been able to read Sirius' letter and the article with how the itching had been annoying him. I'm still a bit over a degree away from thirty-nine centigrade, though, with how the temperature normally rises in the afternoon, the both of us will have to be naked by then anyway, Harry argued to himself. So what difference will six hours make? At least the itching will be more bearable this way. Decision made, Harry got his Gryffindor courage together to ask Draco.
"Ehm, would you mind if I got rid if the blanket already? The friction is irritating my skin even worse than the gown did yesterday."
"No, do what you think would be best for you," Draco answered. And I would not say no to being able to look at your fit body a bit more, blisters or no. "I told you yesterday that I myself found it a great opportunity to not wear clothes when I was five, didn't I?"
"Yeah, I still have trouble to imagine your mother chasing you around this room to try and get you to put your clothes back on."
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For lunch, Harry covered himself back up with the blanket. Even if Draco said that he was okay with Harry's nakedness and as a kid had sat down naked himself at the dining table while he was in Harry's place, Harry was not a five-year-old little boy who didn't have any manners. It was not like wearing the blanket for half an hour would kill him, only get on his nerves.
Though, Harry feared that he might develop a headache on top of the itching with how often Draco had to slap him on the head. With the gag out of his mouth so that he could eat and drink, Harry had been far too tempted to try and find some relief from the itching by biting the wounds. But trust Malfoy to watch me like a hawk, Harry thought, rubbing his abused head with his right hand.
After lunch, the both of them had agreed that they should use the time until half past three to take a nap, as after the next check-up they expected the temperature checks to become an hourly occurrence. Therefore, they figured they would not get any sleep tonight that would last longer than fifty-five minutes at a time.
At half past three, the alarm clock awakened both boys. While Harry had been happy that Draco also slept naked, so he was not the only one without any clothing on, Draco was glad that when they were both awake Harry was not humping his leg again. It would have made the situation very awkward, especially since Draco expected that Harry's temperature would have risen to thirty-nine centigrade or higher, making it necessary for the both of them to be in close contact. A hard-on would not have helped the situation at all.
To both of their surprise, Harry's afternoon temperature was only slightly higher than his morning one, with it having only reached "Thirty-eight point seven centigrade".
"At least I was right about us not getting any sleep tonight," was Draco's comment. "Though, I had hoped that it would have been thirty-nine something. Especially since the blisters have reached their peak with how purple they look, but it can't be helped."
And so the time until dinner was spent playing wizard chess with two small breaks for temperature measurements. Harry decided to drag one of the kitchen chairs to the living room, so that he could sit in the chair (with a pillow on it to make it more comfortable) and drape the blanket over the armrests without the blanket touching his skin. This way his private parts were covered without the blanket irritating the blisters.
To Draco's relief and Harry's disappointment, Harry's temperature had still stayed under the thirty-nine centigrade temperature mark until the after dinner check, so Draco was still allowed to be clothed during dinner. Harry wasn't overly hungry though. The both of them had not only broken up the game for the two temperature checks but also for Draco to take off Harry's gag so that the other boy could drink some water. Having a fever made Harry drink about 2.5 litres of water by dinnertime. Though, Draco still found taking off the gag every thirty minutes far less annoying than going without the gag so Harry could drink whenever he wanted, but then he would have to watch Harry all the time. So the current solution was preferable to the blond.
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When seven-thirty rolled around, both of them were already annoyed by the hourly temperature checks. But at least Harry's temperature had finally risen zero-point-three degrees over the last hour, reaching an overall temperature of thirty-nine-point-two centigrade.
Finally, Harry thought. At least now I'm not the only one being starkers anymore.
Draco, of course, tried to drag it out as far as possible, writing down Harry's current temperature as slowly as he could, before he went to the bathroom to calm himself down. It would not do him any good to get aroused by being so near to Harry's naked body, especially since the other boy was conscious and not asleep like in the morning. As a final attempt to win time, Draco didn't go right to Harry when he left the bathroom but walked over to the bookshelves to retrieve the two fairy tale books from last night.
At least they will be able to entertain us for the time being and hopefully avert Harry's attention from my naked body, Draco thought.
And Draco was right to find a distraction as Harry could not avert his eyes from Draco's newly exposed body as the blond got out of his hospital gown and crawled into the bed. Draco is really fit under all those robes he wears, Harry thought, but then he, like I, plays Quidditch.Though, now I finally can prove to Ron that Draco's natural hair colour is indeed this light shade of blond and not bleached as he suspected, he thought as his eyes wandered towards Draco's crotch and the small patch soft blond curls there. Just like Harry's, Draco's pubic hair had started to grow again with the blond not being able to shave himself again. And as his hair was growing back faster than Harry's, his patch of hair was more noticeable by now.
Getting comfortable against the headboard, Draco opened his arms in invitation for Harry to sit down between his legs, so that Draco's chest was touching Harry's blister-covered back and their legs were touching too, while Draco held the copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard in front of Harry, having to read over his shoulder. This way at least he won't be able to see my naked body, Draco thought, seeing how Harry had been staring at his exposed cock while he sat on the bed with his legs spread open for Harry to settle himself inbetween them.
Keeping to the chronological order of the book, Draco read 'The Warlock's Hairy Heart' next, a story which he personally did not like as a child. He actually had asked his mother to not read this story to him, as it gave him nightmares. And it is not like we will get much sleep anyway with having to get up every god dammed hour, Draco thought, so at least it will keep me awake. Though, he did not tell Harry this embarrassing information about himself. At least Harry had gotten comfortable enough to let his head rest on his shoulder.
The next story Draco read aloud was 'Snow White', a fairy tale Harry had chosen because it also included someone wanting someone else's heart. Though, before Draco could begin, he had to check Harry's temperature again. The both of them were not happy at all that instead of increasing, Harry's body temperature had decreased to "Thirty-nine-point-one centigrade".
While Draco read how the queen tried to kill Snow White with stay-laces, Harry began to wiggle in his lap, not only disturbing Draco's concentration but also slowly starting to arouse him with how Harry's firm ass was moving against his cock.
After he finished the part where the dwarfs cut open the laces, he saw himself forced to bring Harry's attention to his ass movements. "Potter, could you please stop squirming?"
Harry, who just was in the process of moving his ass again, halted in his motion. "Sorry, it wasn't intentional," Harry said, red-faced when he noticed that his ass had been rubbing against Draco's cock, which was slightly erect. "It just that I already know the story and so it isn't able to distract me as well from the itching as the other one did. I must have unconsciously rubbed against you to get some friction, and with it some relief from the itching," Harry rambled, trying to explain himself. "I really am sorry, Draco," Harry ended his speech, unconsciously using Draco's first name instead of Malfoy.
To avoid further contact, Harry moved his ass some inches forward, so that he was not touching Draco's penis anymore; although, with the new angle, he was forced to rest his head against Draco's chest to stay put.
"How about after this story I read another of the magical fairy tales to you?" Draco offered, when he thought about Harry's explanation and how Harry would be easily distracted from the itching by listening to an unknown story.
"That would be nice," Harry said, getting comfortable in his new position.
So after 'Snow White', Draco also read 'Babbitty Rabbitty and her Cackling Stump' to Harry, which was followed by 'Puss in Boots' as Harry insisted that they should vary between Muggle and magical tales. After the story ended, both of them talked a bit about McGonagall, as the cat in the fairy tale had made them think about the Head of Gryffindor house.
The rest of the night was spent trying to get some sleep in between temperature checks, and Draco getting Harry something to drink every once in a while. Still, during the whole night Harry's temperature had stayed between thirty-eight-point-eight and thirty-nine-point-three centigrade. Both of them were starting to go crazy with how the temperature seemingly did not want to get any higher.
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AN: Instead of five parts this story will be updated in seven parts so that the time in between updates is shorter.
And finally a very big "Thank you" to Sevfan for her very appreciated help with correcting all the errors in this part of Dragon Pox which Makoto and I had overlooked.
