Ch: 17
Disclaimer?: Not mine but I wish they were.
"Harry. Harry." Some one was speaking his name. The voice felt so familiar but Harry's idled brain couldn't think of who it was. "Come on, you lazy ass. Get up! Pomfrey said you'd wake up soon so get up!" The voice suddenly became recognizable: Draco Malfoy.
"If you'd stop yelling at me than I would," Harry muttered. He rolled over and moaned. His whole body felt like someone had beaten him with a giant sledgehammer! Soft hands laid themselves on his sore legs and started to massage the leaden limbs. "Ooh, that feels good. Don't stop or I'll kill you." A soft chuckle reached his ear.
"I won't stop but you need to get up. Pomfrey will be back soon and she's already complaining about seeing you too much." Harry opened his eyes and squinted at the blond boy. Draco gently placed Harry's glasses on the end of his nose and kissed him softly before resuming his work. He loved touching Harry and this gave him a perfectly good excuse to (not that Draco needed an excuse or anything)
"What happened?"
"Someone shot of a fake dark mark and we got separated. When I found you in that ally way you were already passed out. I picked you up and carried you back here." Harry stared at him in astonishment.
"Really? You did? I never knew you were that strong!" Harry teased. Draco looked up and narrowed his eyes.
"Are you saying I'm weak, honey?" Draco growled softly at the grin that tugged at Harry's mouth.
"Not at all, Draco. Why, I think you're one of the strongest looking males I know." He tried to look innocent but Harry knew he was failing. Draco narrowed his eyes before launching himself on top of Harry's stranded form. He attacked both of Harry's sides, causing the slightly smaller boy to squeal with laughter.
"Stop, stop, please stop!" Harry panted between breaths. But no matter how much he pleaded, Draco wouldn't let up. Instead, he leaned down and captured Harry's lips underneath his own, stalling all of Harry's laughter. The kiss started off innocent enough; slightly playful and soft but it rapidly turned passionate.
Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's neck as the pale boy slowly massaged his sides. They could both feel their arousing errections rub gently against each other and pleasure flew through both their bodies. Someone whimpered softly but before they could continue, a voice cut through their snog fest.
"WHAT have I told you? The infirmary is for people to get better, not make out!" came Madam Pomfreys' voice. The two boys jumped off each other, embarrassed beyond belief.
"I feel much better now, Madam Pomfrey," said Harry. The two boys glanced at each other and grinned.
A snort burst into their staring contest. "I don't doubt that one bit. Now let me check you over." Harry sat still and waited for the nurse to finish. He grabbed Draco's hand and slowly rubbed the back of it with his thumb. Harry knew what it was doing to Draco- he considered it a type of revenge. Nearly tickling him to death deserved some type of response. "You look good as new. The headmaster wants to see you so please go talk to him."
Harry climbed out of bed and dashed out of the infirmary, dragging Draco behind them. They plodded along silently until they entered Dumbledores office. "Ah, Harry and Draco. Please have a seat." The two boys sat next to each other and sipped the tea that Dumbledore handed them. "I know that someone is stalking you Harry so I made a charm for you to wear." He handed him two necklaces of pure silver, both with a pendent in the shape of a silver phoenix.
"One is for you Draco. When you are attacked by anyone, these will flare and lead me to you. Hopefully this will protect you in the future. I believe you have the rest of the Sunday to enjoy. I hope to see at the feast and you can go." The two boys stare at him shocked before they were swept out of the room.
"That was short." Muttered Harry. Draco nodded.
"I know. Did it seem strange to you?"
"Stranger than normal? Oh yeah. Come on I bet the others are worried about us. Lets grace them with our presence." As they walked down the hall, Harry briefly thought of the person he had seen. While he couldn't remember the face, he knew the person had dark colored hair. Or was it red? He couldn't remember but he knew that the person was familiar. He pushed it out of his mind until later.
Later that night he lay next to a sleeping Draco. His back was pressed against the taller boy and he felt so safe and loved. That feeling was the only thing that kept him from screaming out loud. Tonight's vision had been one of the worst yet: Voldemort was torturing small children, just for the fun of it.
Harry knew he should tell Dumbledore but he didn't trust the man anymore. Besides, it was too late. They were all dead and no one could help them. "Draco?" he whispered. A rumble from the body behind him let Harry know that he was awake. "We need to kill Voldemort. And soon."
"What's wrong?" asked Draco. He turned Harry's face towards his own and was shocked to see tears floating in those green eyes. Draco slowly wiped one away with his pajamas sleeve and waited.
"They were only children, Draco, only children and he hurt them so much." Harry was openly weeping and he buried his head in Draco's shoulder. Draco was filled with a deep rage towards Voldemort. That evil snake would pay for making his love cry. He would pay greatly. He slowly rocked a crying Harry all night long, planning his revenge. And it would work.
AN: Soon the stalker will be revealed though I already know who it is. Also, Voldemort or his cronies will enter the mystery along with Draco's plan and a little bit of action for the boys. Can we say stress reliever? Thanks for the reviews! ~Ta-ta
Disclaimer?: Not mine but I wish they were.
"Harry. Harry." Some one was speaking his name. The voice felt so familiar but Harry's idled brain couldn't think of who it was. "Come on, you lazy ass. Get up! Pomfrey said you'd wake up soon so get up!" The voice suddenly became recognizable: Draco Malfoy.
"If you'd stop yelling at me than I would," Harry muttered. He rolled over and moaned. His whole body felt like someone had beaten him with a giant sledgehammer! Soft hands laid themselves on his sore legs and started to massage the leaden limbs. "Ooh, that feels good. Don't stop or I'll kill you." A soft chuckle reached his ear.
"I won't stop but you need to get up. Pomfrey will be back soon and she's already complaining about seeing you too much." Harry opened his eyes and squinted at the blond boy. Draco gently placed Harry's glasses on the end of his nose and kissed him softly before resuming his work. He loved touching Harry and this gave him a perfectly good excuse to (not that Draco needed an excuse or anything)
"What happened?"
"Someone shot of a fake dark mark and we got separated. When I found you in that ally way you were already passed out. I picked you up and carried you back here." Harry stared at him in astonishment.
"Really? You did? I never knew you were that strong!" Harry teased. Draco looked up and narrowed his eyes.
"Are you saying I'm weak, honey?" Draco growled softly at the grin that tugged at Harry's mouth.
"Not at all, Draco. Why, I think you're one of the strongest looking males I know." He tried to look innocent but Harry knew he was failing. Draco narrowed his eyes before launching himself on top of Harry's stranded form. He attacked both of Harry's sides, causing the slightly smaller boy to squeal with laughter.
"Stop, stop, please stop!" Harry panted between breaths. But no matter how much he pleaded, Draco wouldn't let up. Instead, he leaned down and captured Harry's lips underneath his own, stalling all of Harry's laughter. The kiss started off innocent enough; slightly playful and soft but it rapidly turned passionate.
Harry wrapped his hands around Draco's neck as the pale boy slowly massaged his sides. They could both feel their arousing errections rub gently against each other and pleasure flew through both their bodies. Someone whimpered softly but before they could continue, a voice cut through their snog fest.
"WHAT have I told you? The infirmary is for people to get better, not make out!" came Madam Pomfreys' voice. The two boys jumped off each other, embarrassed beyond belief.
"I feel much better now, Madam Pomfrey," said Harry. The two boys glanced at each other and grinned.
A snort burst into their staring contest. "I don't doubt that one bit. Now let me check you over." Harry sat still and waited for the nurse to finish. He grabbed Draco's hand and slowly rubbed the back of it with his thumb. Harry knew what it was doing to Draco- he considered it a type of revenge. Nearly tickling him to death deserved some type of response. "You look good as new. The headmaster wants to see you so please go talk to him."
Harry climbed out of bed and dashed out of the infirmary, dragging Draco behind them. They plodded along silently until they entered Dumbledores office. "Ah, Harry and Draco. Please have a seat." The two boys sat next to each other and sipped the tea that Dumbledore handed them. "I know that someone is stalking you Harry so I made a charm for you to wear." He handed him two necklaces of pure silver, both with a pendent in the shape of a silver phoenix.
"One is for you Draco. When you are attacked by anyone, these will flare and lead me to you. Hopefully this will protect you in the future. I believe you have the rest of the Sunday to enjoy. I hope to see at the feast and you can go." The two boys stare at him shocked before they were swept out of the room.
"That was short." Muttered Harry. Draco nodded.
"I know. Did it seem strange to you?"
"Stranger than normal? Oh yeah. Come on I bet the others are worried about us. Lets grace them with our presence." As they walked down the hall, Harry briefly thought of the person he had seen. While he couldn't remember the face, he knew the person had dark colored hair. Or was it red? He couldn't remember but he knew that the person was familiar. He pushed it out of his mind until later.
Later that night he lay next to a sleeping Draco. His back was pressed against the taller boy and he felt so safe and loved. That feeling was the only thing that kept him from screaming out loud. Tonight's vision had been one of the worst yet: Voldemort was torturing small children, just for the fun of it.
Harry knew he should tell Dumbledore but he didn't trust the man anymore. Besides, it was too late. They were all dead and no one could help them. "Draco?" he whispered. A rumble from the body behind him let Harry know that he was awake. "We need to kill Voldemort. And soon."
"What's wrong?" asked Draco. He turned Harry's face towards his own and was shocked to see tears floating in those green eyes. Draco slowly wiped one away with his pajamas sleeve and waited.
"They were only children, Draco, only children and he hurt them so much." Harry was openly weeping and he buried his head in Draco's shoulder. Draco was filled with a deep rage towards Voldemort. That evil snake would pay for making his love cry. He would pay greatly. He slowly rocked a crying Harry all night long, planning his revenge. And it would work.
AN: Soon the stalker will be revealed though I already know who it is. Also, Voldemort or his cronies will enter the mystery along with Draco's plan and a little bit of action for the boys. Can we say stress reliever? Thanks for the reviews! ~Ta-ta