Chapter 4
It was getting late, so Harry thought it would be safe to take a trip to Gringotts. Harry decided that since he was no longer a ward of his aunt and uncle, he would have to do his own shopping for clothes...clothes that he wanted and that fit correctly.
Harry opened his trunk and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a button up shirt. Remus was his supplier of the only outfit that he had that looked good on him and fit him. Remus had gotten them for his birthday and Harry was very thankful. Remus was, after all, all had left. The jeans were a faded blue that hung very low on his hips. The shirt was plain white. Harry usually left the top two buttons unbuttoned to let part of his chest show.
After Harry was finished dressing, he took out a black leather coat that made him look extremely sexy...or as Remus put it... 'hot as hell'.
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Draco was still sitting at the bar. It had been about three hours, but who was counting...certainly not Draco. The bar tender never had a chance to ask that young man if Draco could share his room because Draco had kept him quite busy. Draco had long since lost all inhibitions. He had fallen off his bar stool twice all ready and knocked several of his own drinks onto the floor. Since then, the bar tender refused to give Draco anything else to drink. So now, Draco was just sitting there, watching his world spin in front of his eyes.
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Harry made his way down the stairs that separated him and the door. Not wanting to be seen, Harry hastily made his way to the door that lead outside, dodging tables and drunken wizards along the way. Harry sighed in relief; glad he escaped unseen.
" Now, off to Gringotts." Harry said aloud to no one, just himself.
As Harry walked along, completely alone, he had time to really think about the situation concerning his body...and the completely unnatural glowing thing. By the end of his walk at Gringotts, he had found no answer to his problem.
Harry stepped up to the front desk.
" I need to go to my vault, please." Harry said sternly.
" Have you a key for your vault?" The goblin asked without taking his eyes off the parchment he was reading.
Harry pulled out a golden key, " Yes, believe me, everything is in order." Harry smiled at the goblin, remembering the first time he had gone to Gringotts.
" I'll fetch someone." The goblin stated. "Griphook!"
Harry smiled again. Griphook was always the goblin that took him to his vault. It's been seven years and Griphook has still never smiled.
Griphook led the way to Harry's vault. Harry got what he wanted and stepped back allowing Griphook to shut and lock the vault. They made their way back to the front desk. Harry said goodbye and was on his way back to the Leaky Cauldron. He still was not feeling up to par...not since he tossed his cookies.
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At the bar, Draco was getting a wee bit lightheaded.
" I thinks...me goes...to the...lavavoratories..." Draco said in a drunken slur. But before he could take one step his world stopped spinning and his world turned pitch black.
Draco had fallen on the floor...flat on his pale face to be exact. Some of the women gasped, while the men (all the drunk ones) laughed. The bar tender was in a panic. He hurriedly knelt down to Draco to see that blood was pouring out of his all ready bruised nose. He cast a quick spell to stop the bleeding and decided that now would be a great opportunity to ask that young man lodging here if Mr. Malfoy could share his room.
The bar tender hauled Draco up the stairs to the room Harry had purchased. He set Draco down against the wall, who was still unconscious, and knocked on the door. After what seemed like hours of knocking, the bar tender concluded that Harry was, indeed, not in at the moment. Then he remembered that he was the man with all the keys to every room in this place! He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a key chain with numerous keys on it. He unlocked Harry's door, picked Draco up, and carried him inside. He placed Draco on the bed and covered him up. He figured he would see the young man when he returned and tell him about his new roomie! The bar tender stepped back outside, locked the door, and headed back to tend his bar.
Harry walked back into the Leaky Cauldron and made his way to the bar. He really needed a drink. It has been a very long, confusing day.
After about two drinks, he paid the bar tender and started to head upstairs...until the bar tender grabbed him by the arm.
" What? I paid you the right amount." Harry said getting very agitated.
" You don't mind if you share your room for the next two weeks do you?"
" No, I don't mind...but if this person is..."
The bar tender interrupted, " Not a worry, not a worry. The young man in question is also attending Hogwarts. He looks about your age...He is already up there. I took the liberty in taking him and his things up there all ready."
" Well, I guess that is okay." Harry said, getting a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Harry walked up the stairs and unlocked his door. He flipped on the light and saw a lump on the far side of the bed. He walked quietly to his trunk, opened it, and placed his money inside. He turned around to see who he was rooming with.
He walked closer to the bed and sat down on the edge. The man had the covers up over his head. Harry gently pulled the covers down, exposing the man's face, and gasped in shock.
" Malfoy!" Harry practically yelled.
Draco sat straight up and wished he hadn't. His head was pounding and his body hurt all over. Draco focused his eyes and looked at the man who spoke.
" Po...Potter!?" Draco asked dumbly. Then he turned away.
" Listen Malfoy, we can ask and answer questions tomorrow. You look like shit."
" I'm ever so delighted you noticed. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get some sleep."
" Yeah, whatever. Move over."
Draco started moving over but stopped immediately. He winced and closed his eyes, hoping that the pain would go away. Harry noticed Draco's pain also.
" Are you okay?" Harry asked uncertainly.
Draco looked up at Harry and two tears slid down his cheeks. " It hurts so bad."
Harry jumped up and walked around the bed to kneel beside Draco. " Let me help you?"
" Please."
Harry had never seen Draco this way. The usually arrogant, prideful blonde was now a crying, broken boy. " Tell me where it hurts."
" My face hurts."
Harry placed his hands on Draco's pale, bruised face, " Close your eyes and relax."
Draco did as he was told, letting Harry take care of him. Harry's hands began to glow as he still held Draco's face. While Harry was healing Draco, he noticed how soft the boy's skin was, and how much he liked touching it. Soon, Harry was done. He pulled away and looked at Draco inquisitively.
" Does that feel better?" Harry asked.
" Much thanks." Draco said.
" Anywhere else?"
Draco thought about it for a moment. His bottom was still very sore from his 'father', but he was too ashamed to ask, " No. I'm fine."
Harry looked unconvinced, " Liar. Now tell me where else you're hurt."
Draco looked away. He was too ashamed to say anything.
" Whatever is said in this room, stays in this room. I promise."
Draco did not meet Harry's concerned gaze, " I'm... my bottom hurts," Draco chanced a sneak peek at Harry and noticed the confused look on the Gryffindor's face, " My 'father'...raped me." Draco spoke the last two words almost like a whisper.
" Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Harry said and embraced the frail blonde. Draco decided that he liked being hugged, especially by Harry.
Harry let go of Draco, " I will need you to roll over." Draco rolled over so he was on his stomach.
Harry started blushing wildly. His hands had to touch skin for his magic to work.
" Ineedyoutotakeoffyourpants," Harry said in a rush.
Draco looked over his shoulder, " What did you say? You mumbled that."
Harry cleared his throat which had suddenly gone dry, " I need you to take off your pants."
" What! Why!" Draco was shocked...beyond shocked is more accurate.
" For my magic to work, I have to be touching the skin."
Draco complied. He stood up, took off his pants and undergarments, and laid back down on the bed. Harry placed his hands gently on Draco's backside and began to heal. While his magic was at work, he noticed the bruises on Draco's hips. Lucius's hands without a doubt caused them. When Harry was finished, he pulled away. That injury had taken about thirty minutes since it was internal. Harry noticed that Draco was very still, so he peeked. Draco was fast asleep.
Harry, without waking Draco, slid the blonde's boxers back on and took off his shirt. Harry also took off his shirt and jeans. Then he settled into the bed he and Draco had to share. Harry made sure that Draco had enough blankets. Harry was laying facing Draco, just incase something happens. Harry's last thought before his eyes succumbed to sleep was how beautiful Draco really was, on the outside and in the inside.
It was getting late, so Harry thought it would be safe to take a trip to Gringotts. Harry decided that since he was no longer a ward of his aunt and uncle, he would have to do his own shopping for clothes...clothes that he wanted and that fit correctly.
Harry opened his trunk and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a button up shirt. Remus was his supplier of the only outfit that he had that looked good on him and fit him. Remus had gotten them for his birthday and Harry was very thankful. Remus was, after all, all had left. The jeans were a faded blue that hung very low on his hips. The shirt was plain white. Harry usually left the top two buttons unbuttoned to let part of his chest show.
After Harry was finished dressing, he took out a black leather coat that made him look extremely sexy...or as Remus put it... 'hot as hell'.
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Draco was still sitting at the bar. It had been about three hours, but who was counting...certainly not Draco. The bar tender never had a chance to ask that young man if Draco could share his room because Draco had kept him quite busy. Draco had long since lost all inhibitions. He had fallen off his bar stool twice all ready and knocked several of his own drinks onto the floor. Since then, the bar tender refused to give Draco anything else to drink. So now, Draco was just sitting there, watching his world spin in front of his eyes.
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Harry made his way down the stairs that separated him and the door. Not wanting to be seen, Harry hastily made his way to the door that lead outside, dodging tables and drunken wizards along the way. Harry sighed in relief; glad he escaped unseen.
" Now, off to Gringotts." Harry said aloud to no one, just himself.
As Harry walked along, completely alone, he had time to really think about the situation concerning his body...and the completely unnatural glowing thing. By the end of his walk at Gringotts, he had found no answer to his problem.
Harry stepped up to the front desk.
" I need to go to my vault, please." Harry said sternly.
" Have you a key for your vault?" The goblin asked without taking his eyes off the parchment he was reading.
Harry pulled out a golden key, " Yes, believe me, everything is in order." Harry smiled at the goblin, remembering the first time he had gone to Gringotts.
" I'll fetch someone." The goblin stated. "Griphook!"
Harry smiled again. Griphook was always the goblin that took him to his vault. It's been seven years and Griphook has still never smiled.
Griphook led the way to Harry's vault. Harry got what he wanted and stepped back allowing Griphook to shut and lock the vault. They made their way back to the front desk. Harry said goodbye and was on his way back to the Leaky Cauldron. He still was not feeling up to par...not since he tossed his cookies.
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At the bar, Draco was getting a wee bit lightheaded.
" I thinks...me goes...to the...lavavoratories..." Draco said in a drunken slur. But before he could take one step his world stopped spinning and his world turned pitch black.
Draco had fallen on the floor...flat on his pale face to be exact. Some of the women gasped, while the men (all the drunk ones) laughed. The bar tender was in a panic. He hurriedly knelt down to Draco to see that blood was pouring out of his all ready bruised nose. He cast a quick spell to stop the bleeding and decided that now would be a great opportunity to ask that young man lodging here if Mr. Malfoy could share his room.
The bar tender hauled Draco up the stairs to the room Harry had purchased. He set Draco down against the wall, who was still unconscious, and knocked on the door. After what seemed like hours of knocking, the bar tender concluded that Harry was, indeed, not in at the moment. Then he remembered that he was the man with all the keys to every room in this place! He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a key chain with numerous keys on it. He unlocked Harry's door, picked Draco up, and carried him inside. He placed Draco on the bed and covered him up. He figured he would see the young man when he returned and tell him about his new roomie! The bar tender stepped back outside, locked the door, and headed back to tend his bar.
Harry walked back into the Leaky Cauldron and made his way to the bar. He really needed a drink. It has been a very long, confusing day.
After about two drinks, he paid the bar tender and started to head upstairs...until the bar tender grabbed him by the arm.
" What? I paid you the right amount." Harry said getting very agitated.
" You don't mind if you share your room for the next two weeks do you?"
" No, I don't mind...but if this person is..."
The bar tender interrupted, " Not a worry, not a worry. The young man in question is also attending Hogwarts. He looks about your age...He is already up there. I took the liberty in taking him and his things up there all ready."
" Well, I guess that is okay." Harry said, getting a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach.
Harry walked up the stairs and unlocked his door. He flipped on the light and saw a lump on the far side of the bed. He walked quietly to his trunk, opened it, and placed his money inside. He turned around to see who he was rooming with.
He walked closer to the bed and sat down on the edge. The man had the covers up over his head. Harry gently pulled the covers down, exposing the man's face, and gasped in shock.
" Malfoy!" Harry practically yelled.
Draco sat straight up and wished he hadn't. His head was pounding and his body hurt all over. Draco focused his eyes and looked at the man who spoke.
" Po...Potter!?" Draco asked dumbly. Then he turned away.
" Listen Malfoy, we can ask and answer questions tomorrow. You look like shit."
" I'm ever so delighted you noticed. Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get some sleep."
" Yeah, whatever. Move over."
Draco started moving over but stopped immediately. He winced and closed his eyes, hoping that the pain would go away. Harry noticed Draco's pain also.
" Are you okay?" Harry asked uncertainly.
Draco looked up at Harry and two tears slid down his cheeks. " It hurts so bad."
Harry jumped up and walked around the bed to kneel beside Draco. " Let me help you?"
" Please."
Harry had never seen Draco this way. The usually arrogant, prideful blonde was now a crying, broken boy. " Tell me where it hurts."
" My face hurts."
Harry placed his hands on Draco's pale, bruised face, " Close your eyes and relax."
Draco did as he was told, letting Harry take care of him. Harry's hands began to glow as he still held Draco's face. While Harry was healing Draco, he noticed how soft the boy's skin was, and how much he liked touching it. Soon, Harry was done. He pulled away and looked at Draco inquisitively.
" Does that feel better?" Harry asked.
" Much thanks." Draco said.
" Anywhere else?"
Draco thought about it for a moment. His bottom was still very sore from his 'father', but he was too ashamed to ask, " No. I'm fine."
Harry looked unconvinced, " Liar. Now tell me where else you're hurt."
Draco looked away. He was too ashamed to say anything.
" Whatever is said in this room, stays in this room. I promise."
Draco did not meet Harry's concerned gaze, " I'm... my bottom hurts," Draco chanced a sneak peek at Harry and noticed the confused look on the Gryffindor's face, " My 'father'...raped me." Draco spoke the last two words almost like a whisper.
" Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Harry said and embraced the frail blonde. Draco decided that he liked being hugged, especially by Harry.
Harry let go of Draco, " I will need you to roll over." Draco rolled over so he was on his stomach.
Harry started blushing wildly. His hands had to touch skin for his magic to work.
" Ineedyoutotakeoffyourpants," Harry said in a rush.
Draco looked over his shoulder, " What did you say? You mumbled that."
Harry cleared his throat which had suddenly gone dry, " I need you to take off your pants."
" What! Why!" Draco was shocked...beyond shocked is more accurate.
" For my magic to work, I have to be touching the skin."
Draco complied. He stood up, took off his pants and undergarments, and laid back down on the bed. Harry placed his hands gently on Draco's backside and began to heal. While his magic was at work, he noticed the bruises on Draco's hips. Lucius's hands without a doubt caused them. When Harry was finished, he pulled away. That injury had taken about thirty minutes since it was internal. Harry noticed that Draco was very still, so he peeked. Draco was fast asleep.
Harry, without waking Draco, slid the blonde's boxers back on and took off his shirt. Harry also took off his shirt and jeans. Then he settled into the bed he and Draco had to share. Harry made sure that Draco had enough blankets. Harry was laying facing Draco, just incase something happens. Harry's last thought before his eyes succumbed to sleep was how beautiful Draco really was, on the outside and in the inside.