Sheree – Draco is not really scared. It's more like he's afraid to let Harry down. He doesn't want to be a failure…which comes into play later. I will explain later as well. He also has this guilt complex. Did I give the impression he was scared? How so? and I'll fix it.

I'm ver, ver glad to hear you all don't think my Dray is a Mary Sue…

Now…On with this chappie…

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He repeated this three times, then, after conjuring his wand out of nowhere, he tapped it thrice on the quickly healing wounds.

Waiting a few minutes, he cautiously touched the delicate skin, "Draco? How do you feel?"

"Hmmm" The blonde curled into his touch. "Warm, My Lord" He muttered sleepily.

"Well, I see it worked, then." The wizard grinned, indulgently

Chapter 4 – A Worry

Hours later, the blonde opened his eyes to mid-morning sun glaring through the window. He looked around and immediately saw his master slumped in a chair next to the bed, sleeping. He smiled softly at the sight, which faded when he remembered why he was here. The silver-eyed young man sat up and examined himself, hmm. No injuries. Now, how did that happen? Wait, chanting. Ah yes, the Master fixed it.

"You're awake, Draco. How do you feel?" The raven-haired wizard, hearing a movement from the bed next him, awoke to find his patient examining the area on his stomach that had previously been bleeding just under the skin.

"Master, thank you. You are too kind. The injuries were my own fault. You didn't-"

"Are you some kind of idiot? Did you not hear a word I said to Angelina and the rest of my Eaters last night? I meant every word I said. It was my fault. Now shut up and lay back down!"

The bleeding was gone, as was any traces of it. The broken ribs were healed and the only evidence of the bite was a half-moon of tiny scars. All the minor cut and bruises were completely gone. The green-eyed teen nodded. "You can get up now, Draco" The blonde stood and was enveloped in a tight hug. "I'm so sorry." Was murmured into his hair and he released.

The dark-haired young man stepped back and his features were cloaked once again, in his usual expression of superiority and power. The man continued, "If you ever, and I mean ever, tell anyone about my…my lapse, I'll kill you…well maybe not, but you'll be in pain for a week!"

Draco nodded. Yes, oh yes, his master wasn't joking, not with that look on his face. "Thank you, Master." He whispered.

The raven-haired teen's face softened. He stepped forward, a small smile surfacing. "Draco, if I had to pick one thing as my weakness, I think I might just have to pick you."

Silver eyes grew wide. The Master did not have a weakness. No, he must be joking. The raven-haired teen raised a hand and took hold of Draco's chin. He brushed a light kiss over his lips, then his jaw, then down his neck. His teeth grazed the skin ever so slightly and his tongue flicked out to lick away the discomfort.

He stepped back and his mask was back in place. "Now, Draco. You have four days. Four days to rest and no more. In four days time I will brief you on other dangers that may be residing with the school. Coming between me and my quarry."

The Slytherin nodded numbly. Four days? Why so long? Was he being replaced? By who? Ron? Hermione? Angelina?

The former Gryffindor smirked as he caught the look in his lover's eyes. "No, Draco. You are most definitely not being replaced or but aside. I simply need you to be completely rested."

So saying, he turned on his heel and left the room. The blonde Disapparated back to Malfoy Manner with a pop.