AN: Ok… I have a good explanation as to why I left this alone for so long… I have about 5 other fics goin' on top of which I haven't had much HP time to get some inspiration.. I however, decided to post something… because I felt like shit… therefore… et voila! Please don't hate me too much -.-
"Potter…. Might you be able to explain just. what. the. fuck. you're. doing…?"
Each and every word was given a perfectly painful moment to sink in. And sink in it did… this was in Harry's book the single most embarrassing moment in his life. Not that he hadn't gone further with Malfoy, but that he was caught doing it on his own free will.
Shit.
The only thing that might have been slightly worse than this was the realization that Malfoy would have woken up with his hand on his dick… at least he was spared that…
"I'm washing you…obviously."
"Obviously…" Malfoy drawled in a very sarcastic voice. Letting Harry know he knew but would let it go.
The problem was that the blonde was panting hard. More so than since he was slammed back into consciousness.
"Can you stand Malfoy?"
"Really?" He hadn't meant to ask, but he really needed to put some space between himself and the blonde.
Those eyes opening and closing…
The dripping hair…
The droplet falling off silver tip and sliding down the pale clavicle…
The sound it made when it hit the water…
The steam rising…
That heavy breathing…
Harry saw all that in slow motion, his senses heightened, he could see and feel it all… This was some sort of magic working, he never felt like that before… He wasn't sure if he wanted to again… But the effects were similar to standing in front of a Veela…
Rewind that… Malfoy was not a Veela… and he was fucking Harry Potter… he should be able to take this…should.
"Really…" Draco grit his teeth and stood. He didn't really care if Potter saw him stark naked. The body wasn't something he felt ashamed of and he wasn't going to start now.
He turned to him, arching a delicate brow at the stumped expression the wizard was wearing. And he had an inkling that he had that expression on before Draco turned to him.
He slowly got out of the tub, hissing at the pain that shot up his left side. He was in much pain, but he was damned if he asked Potter for any more favors. His temporary lapse in judgment did enough… they had kissed, and Draco knew that Harry had his nose buried deep in his hair just now.
The memory of that sent shivers down his spine. Fuck. An undesirable reaction…
Potter seemed to snap out of the stupor he was in when Draco took another step forward and crumpled down with a curse.
He felt fine…so why was this happening? WHY were his legs not moving?
"What the fuck is going on?" he panted out as the pain escalated.
He was once again nestled in Potters arms and the latter was scanning his eyes frantically for any clues.
He had none…
"I thought you said you could stand."
"Shut up Potter…"
"I see… just as I thought…"
Draco's eyes were slits. "What were you thinking scarhead?"
"that this wasn't just a simple arrow… there's something else to this."
Draco snorted loudly. "Well no shit…ahhhhhhh." His back felt like on fire.
Then he was thrown out of his body forcefully. He heard himself screaming, grabbing Potter by the robes and throwing his head back in pain.
He crouched over them both, reveling how quickly the light in Harry's eyes changed from confusion to raw determination. How the wizard closed his eyes and concentrated on something, furrowing his brows. His aura expanded, grew until it enveloped both, it prodded into the now lifeless body and searched.
Draco reached out and touched his body slightly; he saw something dark stretching on his back. The moment his finger connected with it, he felt something akin to an electric shock pass through and then Potter's green eyes were on him.
Potter grabbing for him and throwing him right back into that body. That body filled with pain and panic… and he passed out again.
Harry was both frantic and pissed. Frantic to help Malfoy and pissed for actually caring to the point of panic.
He had no other way of getting to the blonde. Nothing he said could be heard through those horrible cries… The body in his hands arched and spasmed. Every muscle in the pale form was as hard as a rock. He couldn't bear anyone getting hurt like that. But he had no idea what to do. All he knew was the obliterating need to protect.
He closed his eyes and looked down into himself, trying to find the answer he needed.
All he felt was a cool gust of wind building within himself and he forced it out. Not knowing what he was doing, but sensing that it might work. It did.
He saw himself glow slightly and saw the energy extended and washed over Malfoy. And tehn he saw it… another Malfoy, crouching there over them both, peeking curiously at him… And he somehow knew that that other Malfoy should NOT BE OUTSIDE THE FUCKING BODY. So he grabbed for it, happy when he could catch it and slam it the hell where it belonged.
He sighed in relief as the blonde went slack against him.
He was tired a shell, he didn't know what caused the strain, possinly what he just did wasn't normal. But here was Malfoy, in his arms, out like a light once more and very much naked.
Soemhow Harry didn't think it would be…wise, to try anything. He stood and leviated Malfoy off the ground. His eyes appreciated the view in front of him. Malfoy was laid out before him like a delicious feast…all he needed to do was touch.
With a flick of his want he had Malfoy in a pair of boxers and on his bed. He grabbed the covers and was just about to fold them over the still form when he caught sight of Malfoy's back.
He turned him over and the green eyes widened in surprise. Right in the spot where the arrow hit was a rather large tattoo of a snake. The thin scar left from the wound ran across it's eye. As Harry stared the head moved and hissed at him.
Beware this cursed man…
"Ahhh shit!."
Here was yet another problem to the many piling up in his life.
Harry crossed the room and picked up his cell, dialing the one person he could trust infinitely. "Hello? 'Mione?... I'm well… I suppose that would be well… Ummm… could you maybe, stop by my house tonight? I have a favor to ask of you… thanks."
The last word was a sigh of relief. He needed to see if there was more to it than he saw, and what better person to ask than Hermoine? She was infinitely smarter, and would most likely see something he didn't… That is… if she didn't kill Malfoy before Harry had a chance to explain.
AN: LOL I realized that this is not long enough but I honestly wrote this as I went along… so sorry peeps… Please review?