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Warnings: This is a Male/Male pairing fic and a violent one at that. so if you are squeemish in such things, then i would suggest that you wander back out of here as you have wandered in before your tender minds have been irrevocably scared and your innocence is lost.

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A/N onwards we venture on to the not so elusive chapter three. enjoy! b.t.w. i changed the rating from M to T because im, unbeknownst even to my self, tonning down some of the graphic nature of this story. this is not to say that it wont go up in the future again. i will warn you if that is the case. well enough of my babbilings. READ ON!

Chapter 3

The back of Harry's mind had gone into the slight panic mode of his younger days. This was where all of his self-doubt and self-loathing resided. Thankfully, for the boy now positioned on Harry's bed at least, his common sense overrode this part and set to work on the situation at hand. Using one of his knives, Harry cut the ruined shirt from the prone boy's body and threw it into a corner. / I'll deal with that later. / Turning back to Malfoy, he tried to take a mental inventory of the damages. What he saw made him want to run to the washroom and throw up. / Great, another thing to haunt my dreams. As if Voldies little playtimes weren't enough. / Quickly he moved to his cache of healing potions. Picking out a salve for cuts and burns and an antidote that worked for most poisons. Glancing over, he noticed an odd bend in the boy's arm and his eyes widened. / He dragged his broom with that? / He snatched up a strengthening potion, a bone mender and, just for good measure, one that healed internal injuries as well. He seized his belt along the way to the bed; he would have to reset the bone himself or it would heal wrong.

Harry slipped the belt between Malfoy's teeth and settled a silencing charm over him. He probed the offending breakage carefully, finding the exact angle of the break. One hand on the protruding bone, Harry pulled hard on the wrist, pushing the bone back into place. Silent screams wracked Malfoy's body and he bit hard into the belt. When he quieted, Harry moved quickly, taking out the leather, forcing the potions down his throat, and lifting the silencing charm. Placing his own soiled shirt on the bed, Harry pushed Malfoy down on the bed belly first. Straddling his hips, he took a handful of salve and spread it across his back, rubbing it into the more damaged areas.

After a full coating, he gently rolled him over. Of course he, being Malfoy, groaned the entire time. When he was on his back, Harry straddled him again, only partially aware of how provocative that was, and gently began to apply more salve.

It just so happened that that was the moment that the strengthening potion kicked in and Malfoy started to wake up.

"P-potter?" Unfocused Gray eyes blinked up at him.

"Yes Malfoy?" he replied without stopping.

Blink, "What are you doing"

Harry sent him an Are-You-Stupid? look. " Healing you."

Malfoy returned with a No-Shit look, "I can see that." He drawled, or at least tried to seeing as how his voice was slurred from pain.

"Then why ask?" Harry countered. This shut him up but sadly, only for a minute. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

Harry glanced down, he had forgotten about that, "You got blood on it." He said simply.

Malfoy shot him a Well-Excuse-Me-For-Sullying-You-With-My-Presence look. Harry was quite amused with how Malfoy could convey so much with a single glance. Though he would never admit it of course. Moving up slowly from Malfoy's abdomen to his chest, Harry focused on working the salve into his skin. Because of this he missed Malfoy's eyes going wide.

"Potter," he hissed, "why are you riding me?"

Harry's face, of course, when bright red at this. "Could you not put it like that? And it was easier." He grunted and shifted a bit. "Anyway, didn't I tell you to shut up"

"No"

"Well shut up"

Malfoy looked as if he was about to give a rather scathing reply and a glare that would surely say If-I-Wasn't-Defunct-I'd-Hex-You, but both his eyes and mouth snapped shut as harry work a cut that went across one of his nipples. He let out an involuntary moan and Harry prayed that it be from pain.

Draco prayed, to all the gods that he could think of, that Potter had mistaken that moan for one of pain. / Why did Potter / he whined mentally / straddling me, rubbing some god-awful concoction onto my chest have to be the single most erotic experience of my life / It didn't help that his skin was still hypersensitive. Draco focussed most of his being into keeping his arousal in check. He jerked as Potter worked on his side.

"Sorry," Potter mumbled, still concentrating.

"Ticklish." Draco grunted as an excuse, knowing it was a flat out lie. He peeked up at Potter to see if he had bought it and saw him staring down at him with an Oh-Really? smirk. "Oh bugger off Potter." He turned his face away to hid his blush.

"Almost done you ponce." He leaned forward and turned Draco's face towards him again. He drew a finger down the cut on Draco's face, working in the salve.

"Why are you doing this Potter?" He said looking up at the boy staring intently at his maimed face.

"Doing what?" Harry looked down at Draco who was realizing just how close they were. He, wisely, ignored this and quirked an eyebrow.

"Healing me."

Harry mirrored him. "You were hurt weren't you?"

"So you just patch up any one who graces you doorstep, do you? No questions asked? How very noble of you, or idiotic, I cant decide which at this juncture."

"I'd go with noble, seeing as how you were the on being patched up. And no, I don't take people in without questions, those come later when the person is able to at least articulate them selves without that haze of pain." He gave Draco a significant look.

"Alright Potter, it was pretty well obvious that that was meant for me with out the look to go with it. And 'articulate'? Finally getting some vocabulary lessons? I always though it was far beyond your mental capacities to handle words that were more than three syllables." He was starting to get a little uncomfortable with the prone position and minimal distance between the two of them so his snarky side decided that this was the time to rear its prissy little head. Draco braced himself for the angry retort or physical attack. What he was not prepared for was Potter jerking into an upright position, putting all his weight on certain areas that Draco was hoping he would avoid. Another shocker was Potter's face slipping into an unreadable cold mask.

"I suppose that I have been spending a bit to much time with Snape." His voice was chilled, but Draco just decided to ignore that for now. That statement, however, shifted Draco's attention away from his crotch and back to Potter.

"Snape? Professor Snape is here? Are you mad? He's a bloody Death Eater! I bet he has already tried to kill you! You haven't drunk anything given to you by him, have you?" he slipped off into mutters and began searching the room, the best he could from his prone position, as if to find Snape himself lurking in the shadows. Glaring off into some oh so dark corner or another, he missed the slightly dumbfounded expression on Potter's face, as well as the calculating glance that followed. He was aware, however, of Potter shifting as he slipped off him and that bed. He had to bite back a sigh of... relief? Disappointment? He was a little unnerved that he couldn't tell which.

"I know," whispered Potter.

"Come again, Potter?" he said, following the raven-haired boy with his eyes.

"I said 'I know' you git, it's not that hard to follow." Potter replied scathingly.

"Well if you bloody well know then why aren't you doing anything about it instead of being all chummy with one of the King of the Fairies' hench men"

"Be cause he is a double agent you flamin' ponce! If I bloody well did anything about it we would be losing an ally and anyways why the hell... wait..." he had been facing Draco at this point, eyes blazing when he suddenly deflated, " just a... what did you just say?"

"I said 'you should do something' why"

"Not that you idiot. Did you just call Voldemort," Draco only blinked, refusing to flinch at the name, "The King of the Fairies?"

Draco did is best to look down his nose at Potter from the laying position he was in, he thought he pulled it off rather well. "I may have mentioned some such drivel. What does it matter?"

Potter blinked a few times then did some thing he had never done within Draco's presence. He laughed. Draco just stared at him until they both jumped from the bellowed from the hallway. Draco shot into a sitting position and almost immediately fell back again, darkness threatening to over take him.

"Boy! Stop that stupid cackling or I swear you won't have any meals for a week"

"Yes uncle Vernon." Harry said solemnly, all laughter gone now. Draco looked and saw serious green eyes looking back at him.

"Potter..." he whispered.

"Later Malfoy," he moved again to the bedside and put another potion to his lips, "we will talk later. This is a Dreamless Sleep Potion, it will help you heal in peace." Draco nodded and drank with Potter supporting his head. Before he slipped off into that blissful, numb darkness he thought he heard Potter whisper again, "And we have so very much to talk about."

A/N: another chapter another success. i do swear that this is actually going somewhere and i will probably make the next few chapters longer. thanks again to all those who have reviewed, it makes me feel so loved /tear/. keep at it if you enjoy the story, and if not... well that's just sad for you now isn't it?

-nys-