Sorry for not updating as much as I'd like to, or sorry if I have gone off plot slightly with the new updates to Trusting You Drarry. It has been a long time since I've even thought of carrying on with this story, but it has been getting favourites a lot recently and it pushed me to carry on, and so this update was made. I thank all of the people who have waited for me to update this story and to all the people who have enjoyed my whim story enough to favourite it.
Draco awoke with a start, his body not fully expecting the barricade to its own self destruction, but right now he was glad that it had stopped, as his senses went into over drive, his entire being screaming at him to get going, he however didn't know, what was wrong?. The blonde's only logical guess was that something had happened to Harry. But where was the kitten gone? He shot up from the bed his bright blue slightly drug hazed eyes searching frantically around the cream stoned room, looking for the messy mob of black hair, he inwardly begged, hoped that his eyes would be met with a pair of dark dazzlingly green orbs, but only met disappointment as he found nothing. He swung his weak, if possible even, paler body around, letting his long skinny legs hang off the edge of the thin creaky beds mattress, tapping his toes over the stone floor, flinching back slightly from the cold that it gathered up on impact.
The Blonde snake sighed, closing his eyes, starting to push himself p from the bed, he was however over powered and pushed back down, when a hand placed itself on his shoulder. "Draco, you should be resting" the voice said, he knew this soft gentle flowing voice, he knew it all too well, he felt all of the fear and emotion come rushing forward at once, spilling over the lid he kept in order to stay calm, as he turned to face the other being and slammed himself into the body there. "Mother!" he sobbed, his nimble fingers clutching at the woman's black robes. She could only look down at him sadly, the pain in her heart just as bad as her son's was, she knew what it was like to feel like you've lost a mate, she placed her hand on top of the boys head, her fingers twisting into the soft yet greasy blonde locks. "as..where's Harr.." he was stopped from answering, with the blonde woman's fingers over his lips, thoroughly silencing him.
With a small shake of her head, Narissica didn't have the heart to tell her only son the events of what had happened while he was in sleep, she couldn't bear him knowing when they barely knew themselves, after all things could change, right? She looked him in the eyes and smiled softly, though fakely, "He's safe" she wasn't lying, she was telling the truth, the most important truth was that he was safe. She felt Draco relax against her stomach and turned her smile to a sad sour line, which caused the slytherine to tense. "What's wrong?...you said he was safe?. Right he's safe?" he become flustered, ripping himself away from his mother and letting his head snap around to glance around the room. "Harry knows of what's happened in the hall, he thinks your still in a coma, he knows Draco" he furrowed her brows as Draco looked confused. "He knows?..of wha…" he went wide eyed as he figured it out, the trigger to his coma "He knows!" he all but screamed, the sound not all that loud with his hoarse voice.
"shh please, son..I don't think he cares, he hasn't left your side since the accident, not onc.." she stopped quickly, her voice dragging off into nothing as she watched the pain and confusion cross over the blonde's face. "Draco?" she jumped back, placing her hand over her chest as she tried to calm her heart. "Harry's…Harry's not by my side, your lying, he's left me!" the distraught vela almost screeched, his eyes scrunched p as he tried to make some sense in his heart and head.
Narissica could only watch while she thought of what to say, she didn't know how the two boys could have gained a bond that strong within such a small space of time, she had no clue but she loved that her son was happy with him and that was all that mattered. She however was still at a loss for words, she knew where Harry was, but she didn't have the heart or guts to tell her son.
"I..Draco..I..Harry fainted" she saw Draco's mouth move to form words, but she only placed her fingers once again over his lips shushing. "not for that reason Draco, he was exhausted, his body is tiny Draco, he couldn't take all the power he was receiving, he is overloaded with magic that he hasn't readjusted to" at Draco's confused look, she continued to speak. "Did Tom..did he, with Harry?" she asked with an all too serious face, at Draco's slow blinks she let her shoulders fall. "Draco, I'm just asking" she furrowed her brows as her son growled out deeply. "I've told you all of this, why do you keep making it spring to mind!" he hissed out towards the woman he called mother.
Placing her hands up infornt of her as a sign of peace "Draco, I needed to be sure, Harry's been marked.." she stopped to let that sink in, when she saw Draco's frozen blank expression she continued "Tom has marked him, He's sharing his powers with Harry, trying to build a fake link that's stronger than your own, while using Harry as a.." she was cut off by Draco finishing her sentence. "A Horcrux" she nodded "Yes, he's now a link to Tom's soul, meaning that bastard can and will come back to claim Harry" she pursed her lips gently and slipped onto the side of the bed, placing her arm around her thin son's shoulders she leant into him.
Draco appreciated the comforting gesture and slumped into his mother's warm embrace "But Harry hates him, there's no way that he will.." he looked up to his mother with painfully hopeful eyes. Narissica hated this, she somehow wished her husband was here to help her speak of this. No Harry may hate him, but the link formed. No the link forming, will make him crave and need Tom, Draco you need to get better and you need to make Harry remember, before Tom gets a chance of regaining a body" she moved away from the bed and smiled "don't let Harry go" she nodded and closed the curtains around the veela's bed.
Draco sat there for what felt like days, staring at the wall above the rusting white painted steel bed. "So Harry's where?" he muttered to no-one, his main question had not been answered and now that Harry had been marked, it was near enough impossible for Draco to feel or sniff him out. Shooting p from eh bed he clawed at the white curtains making his way through them slowly as he regained his footing, spotting the hospital wings doors he stepped towards them.
The large block cream brick archway in sight, he sighed as he felt a hand on his back. What did people want now, he didn't recognize this touch and he couldn't smell anything so he didn't know who it was, snarling he slapped his hand back, swinging his fingers turned talons he smirked as he felt a thick yet slimy substance drip down his fingers, retreating them slowly. His body however flinched, his heart stopping in his chest as he turned to look at the person he had 'struck' down. "H-harry".
Harry stood behind the blonde, his body arched forward slightly, as he held his hand to his chest, four long claw marks lay under his tiny tanned hand, blinking his slightly shimmered eyes to look p through his damp hair. Stepping forward the smaller black tousled haired boy reached his spare hand out "Draco" he managed to whisper, grabbing at Draco's wrist he brought it up to rest the blondes long pale fingers over his forehead over the mark. Draco flinched back as if almost in pain, his fingers struggled and wiggled under the small boys tight grip, trying begging to be let go. The mark was not his own, his mate was linked to another, the shock and electricity, the intense burning his felt under his cool fingers was almost unbearable. He held back a hiss as he threatened to become violent to get away, biting down on his bottom lip to hold onto common sense. His inner vela screeching at him for even being near the smaller tanned demon, his heart however ached.
He had let his gaze fall down onto Harry, those dazzling forest green eyes looked up at him, tears gathered in the corner threatening to spill over. He wondered why? Surely Harry felt nothing for the slytherine, after all harry didn't remember him. Harry however couldn't help but feel regret? Feeling like he had betrayed the blonde before him, who now as trying, what looked like in almost distress, to pull his fingers away from the scar mark?
Draco didn't know what to do, Harry obviously felt pain, and it was obvious that he wanted the blonde to help heal him, but the last time he had helped. Harry had forgotten hi, he couldn't put up with that again. He clenched his fingers as best he could, slowly feeling his hand slipping through the tanned skinned child's hands, his free hands talons dug into his own palms as he clenched it tightly, holding back his tongue, he shook his head blonde shoulder length locks swaying side to side with the action in an almost flowing water like wave. When he realized Harry was not going to let him go, he gave in, soon regretting this choice as he placed his palm flat onto the mark, a loud Vela like screech ripping from between his delicate lips as a long electrical current flowed from it.
The smaller of the two frowned deeply, his mouth retreating almost back into his chin as he let go of Draco's hand, letting it fall and drop away from his head, he furrowed his brows. "Harry listen..." the blonde started but stopped as the demon boy stepped back almost ashamed of himself. "Harry please listen..the mark on your forehead..do you..do you even know what it means? Harry do you?" his question may have been something the other did not understand, but it was a step closer for Draco's mind.
Potter shook his head slowly, which Draco has expected "Harry, your marked..that mark is a claiming mark, your body is no longer yours or anyones..do you understand? You have been chosen as a mate for someone, your bonded" Harry snapped his head up as it processed in his mind, all too quickly he found himself stepping forward, grabbing onto the Slytherines sleeves and pulling him down so their noses were touching. "Draco's mark?" he whispered leaning up closer, the feel of each other's warm hot damp breath brushed over their lips, and Harry continued to lean up.
Draco blinked, turning his head to the side and missing Harry's lips as they came in for a Kiss, it wasn't that he didn't want this, Harry was his after all, but with the mark being as strong as it was, Tom could easily cause harry pain for 'cheating'. At that thought he tried to hold back te urge to puke. The plans he knew Tom has done were piecing together perfectly for the dead man, he scoffed out loud, making Harry shy away. Draco had to find a way, and quickly, Tom Riddle was not going to stop him.
Or so he thought. Beneath the shrieking shack, not far from the school, lay a crib in which in small baby grew, his skin was an off white colour, veiny and filled with lies. He grew at an alarming speed in which would all conclude, Harry Potter was giving in, and Draco was going to lose.
Update took me a long time, I have been having problems at home and getting everything sorted to see my Girlfriend after not seeing her for 4 months! Also tomorrow is my birthday, so as a treat to myself and to my readers I shall start the next chapter. Please review, I hope you enjoyed.