Just To See You
Chapter 6: Call out
By Darkmeadow777
"Call out to me
Just reach out your hand to mine and I'll be there as soon as I can
Call out to me
When you don't know which way to turn, oh, you know where I am
Remember, if you need love
I'll be right there, I'll be right there
Just call out, Just call out"
From "Call Out To Me" by Kathy Troccoli
A/N: There is an innocent bit of smut in this chapter…don't get to excited! It's a one sided dream.
After Harry dried off Draco, he gave him a new gown and led him back to his bed. Harry pulled the sheets back and Draco crawled in, carefully feeling his way.
"Do you still want to go for a walk tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"I've nothing better to do," Draco drawled.
"See you tomorrow, then," Harry said, as he walked out the door.
Sandra watched Harry leave. He had an odd look on his face. It looked vengeful and happy at the same time. Sandra smiled to herself and thought, Dragon taming is going well, then.
Harry entered his flat, walked past his couch and sat at his small square table. It was completely strewn with books, parchment, inkpots and quills. Harry pulled a piece of parchment toward him with Hermione's handwriting. It was a list of spells and curses that would help Harry survive. All of them had check mark next to them in his own writing.
Over the past two years, Harry had become more powerful. More powerful than he would like to admit or know. His hatred for the Dark Lord and his minions had grown so strong that Harry was scared that it would consume him. He had talked to Hermione and Ron about it, but they thought it was the determination to complete his destiny and the desire to avenge his parents, Sirius and Dumbledore. The Dark Lord was even making that harder by disappearing. Harry gave the man credit; he did know how to hide. The question was 'why'?
Harry had known that Voldemort had a spy, but none of the senior members of the Order would tell him who it was. Only that who ever it was saved countless lives and that the spy was well in the inner circle. Harry gasped as something clicked. Draco was that spy. It would explain why he was blinded and why he had his Mark crossed out. But why hadn't Voldemort just killed him? Maybe Voldemort was catching onto the fact that there were things worse than death. Being trapped in your head with the knowledge that you failed. You have saved countless lives and yet, this is how you're repaid? It maintained the fact that Voldemort was in control. You are an example of what he can do to a man. And he has lots of examples -- too many --
Harry's eyes focused and noticed that he was crushing the parchment tightly in his hand. He took some deep breaths. Harry had finally begun to realize that his anger was a hindrance and not a help when under pressure. It clouded his mind when he needed it clear. He had spent two years practising and it paid off; all but two of the horcruxes were sitting on his nightstand. He kept them after they had been deactivated as a reminder, an incentive and as a reminder of sacrifice. Harry got up and started to make his dinner before retiring for the night.
Harry Potter was dreaming. It was a good dream; he did not want to wake. Long, cold fingers spidered across Harry's tanned bare chest, causing him to suck in his breath. Warm, soft lips were pressed sensually to his jugular; a moist, hot tongue snaked out slowly tracing its way up. Harry elicited a low moan, while tilting his head so the lips and tongue would have more access. The tongue retracted, leaving the lips to plant a series of light kisses along Harry's jaw line. The cold fingers were now slowly circling Harry's hard nipples. The feather light kisses ended up on the corner of Harry's mouth. Harry turned his head sideways to meet the lips. The kiss was gentle and sweet. It was heaven. Harry slightly opened his mouth and a hot tongue traced Harry's lips before slowly entering. Harry pulled the tongue deeper into his mouth, leading a slow dance of exploration. The hands on Harry's chest sank lower, sliding down Harry's naked side causing his breath to hitch. Cold fingers slowly traced the muscular line between Harry's thigh and groin. The tongue slowly withdrew from Harry's mouth and made its way down, kissing and sucking. The mouth stopped at Harry's belly button to tease it with a tongue, then moved farther down. As soon as the moist tongue touched Harry's most sensitive area, he jolted awake.
9:00am. Harry sat breathing heavily. The dream was very vivid and intense, the evidence was holding up Harry's boxers. Harry groaned and headed for his large bathroom to take care of his problem.
Harry had just finished his shower, and was contemplating what to wear when a thought sparked in his mind. Draco did not have any clothes and he would sure as hell not want to go anywhere in his hospital gown. Harry groaned, he dressed himself then grabbed some extra clothes and shoes. They were nearly the same size, but Draco was perhaps two inches taller than Harry.
Harry greeted Sandra when he arrived at the hospital then went up to Draco's room. He couldn't help but notice the knowing smile that played on her lips. Shrugging it off, he knocked on Draco's door and was greeted with a very grumpy sounding "Fuc' uf!"
Harry rolled his eyes, opened the door and was slightly thrown off by Malfoy's loud voice, obviously fully awake now.
"Can you see I'm trying to fucking sleep! It's not like I got any last night! Not with the damn beeping and random people walking by! I --!"
Harry cut Draco off with a sharp, "Would you shut up! You're the one waking everyone up!"
Recognizing that he could be rude to this voice Draco replied, "No, actually you're waking me up! What the hell are you doing here so early? What time is it?"
"It's quarter after ten," said Harry. "That's barely early. I'm here so that we can get you out of here for a while. It's obviously having a negative effect on you . . ."
Draco couldn't argue with that. "Where are we going? Out, so I can flash all the stupid muggles?" Draco asked, disdainfully. "I'm sure as hell not going out in anything but this stupid 'dress' you make me wear.
"It's not a dress, Draco. It's –"
"Why are you calling me by my given name, Potter?" Draco interrupted, rudely.
Harry stared incredulously at Draco. "Well, I figured that seeing as I have seen you naked; I have the right to do so. You can call me 'Harry'."
"Well, Harry, as much as that thought sickens me, you have a good point. But I'm still not going anywhere with my ass hanging out . . . even if it is a nice ass."
"Well, the citizens of London will just have to wait for a while to see your ass because I have courteously brought you clothes. I would have just transfigured some, but then my magical signature could be traced and that could put us both in danger."
"Right. Thanks, Potter, but do you expect me to have 5 inches of my leg sticking out?" Draco asked, rudely.
"Well, Draco, I know you can't see me, but if you did, you would know that you're only two inches taller than I am and about the same size. Or you could decline my offer and just be stuck in here all day."
Harry waited. Draco sighed then said, "You drive a hard bargain. What did you bring me? I suppose anything is better than this stupid dress."
"Yeah, we upgraded to a paper bag," Harry replied. Draco narrowed his silver eyes at Harry's waist. Harry smirked. "I brought you black pants, a white button up, socks and shoes."
"I suppose that will do," Draco huffed.
Harry lost it. "Draco, would you please get off your high horse and swallow your pride. You are not really in a position to argue here. I know you really wanna leave this place for a while, but I don't have to take you anywhere. I'm doing this strictly out of the goodness of my heart," Harry said, calmly then added, "A heart is that thing in your chest keeping you alive. Maybe we can chip some of the ice away."
"Potter, I think I have every right to be bitter here! I was fucking sliced up and blinded!" Draco said yelled.
"You can be bitter, but you don't have to. You can accept what happened and move on. I know you're not a quitter, Draco. I am going to teach you how to live again. This is not where your life will end . . . When you are fully ready to tell me what happened, I'll listen. I am your only friend right now, Draco," Harry said truthfully.
Draco sighed. He knew Potter was right and he would have to trust him. He did not have a choice. If the Death Eaters found him, who knows what they would do . . . well, Draco knew what they could do. He had first hand experience and it sickened him.
"You're right, Pot – Harry," Draco said quietly. "Can I have the clothes?"
Harry handed Draco the bag and lead him off the bed to the bathroom. "Call if you need me."
After a few minutes, Draco's voice filtered through the door. "Uh . . . P– Harry?" The door was opened and Draco's pleading eyes looked past Harry. His shirt was open. Harry realized his problem; Draco couldn't do the buttons by himself. Harry silently took the buttons and started to slide them though the matching holes. Harry tried not to touch Draco's pale chest as he did so.
After helping Draco tie his shoes, Harry took his arm and slowly guided him from the room. "Let's go," said Harry.
A/N: What's that! Is it the beginning of trust? (. . . Yes!) All right, next chapter we find out what exactly happened to poor Draco. That is just a taste of what the future love scenes will be like (a long way off, but that is what dreams are for). . . Let me know what you think so I can change it if I have to! Oh, I'm moving soon, and with very little computer time, so the updates will be very random from now on . . . I'll try to write some long hand and have them ready to type! Please review!
