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Some of you were cheering that Draco had gotten his sight back… Let me just remind you that Veela's get their sights back, only when their mate truly loves them. And we know that that is not the case in the story… yet. :grins: Just read, and you'll see!
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Now, here's chapter 8!
They carried Draco to his room and Harry bade the rest to leave Harry and 'Michael' alone. They didn't have to know that Draco was bleeding. Harry carried Draco to the bathroom, which unfortunately Draco hadn't found before he found the other door. Stripping Draco's pants, Harry tried hard not to blush, only to fail.
It wasn't the time to think about such things, he tried to tell himself. But to no avail, his face still burned as red as a tomato. He set Draco down, to lean against the bat, with a towel under him as Harry took the pants to the sink, to put them in cold water. Harry wasn't that good with cleaning charms and blood was something really nasty to get off clothes.
After he had kneaded the pants a little while in the water he returned to Draco. Now… uh, what to do? He had no clue what to do to stop the blood from coming out into the pants. He wasn't a bloody girl! No pun intended. He blushed even worse.
Harry kneeled in front of Draco, trying hard not to think of what that must have sounded like. Then he took out his wand and tried a charm.
"Scourgify."
A little of the blood disappeared, leaving only the dried blood on Draco's inner thighs. Harry tried again and again, but not succeeding into vanishing the dried blood. Sighing and still blushing, he reached for a rag, wetted it in cool water and brought it to Draco's legs.
Gulping, Harry began to slowly clean the inside of Draco's thighs.
After a while of blushing while thinking indecent thoughts I shouldn't even mention here, Harry finished cleaning the final smudge of blood. He then dried the legs with a towel and 'accio-ed' a pair of clean pants from the wardrobe in the other room.
Then came the problem. The blood was beginning to come again and Harry didn't know what to do.
He remembered vaguely something that had happened in the end of sixth year. Hermione had brought a little handbag with her to the train and Ron had dared to ask her what it contained. Hermione had refused to answer, saying it wasn't any of his business. Then Ron had snatched the bag away from her and opened it. Very confused he had pulled out a package of some sort. Hermione had blushed beet-red and quickly pulled the package and the handbag from Ron. After much persuasion from Ron's side she revealed that it was her 'time of the month' and that the package contained some … pads.
That was it. Pads!
Concentrating, Harry muttered a conjuring spell, focusing on the word 'pads'.
Nothing.
The he tried with 'accio' and with a slight 'thud' he felt something hit the base of his neck. He turned around and looked at the floor, and sure enough, there lay a pair of pads. He picked them up and examined them.
Really weird, how the hell did girls use them? And Harry really didn't want to put his hands somewhere near Draco's ass. He succeeded in opening the plastic wrapped around the pad and pulled it out. There was something sticky on the underside and he realised with a sigh that he was supposed to fasten it in Draco's… underwear. Blushing again, he reached for a pair of clean boxers.
After much fiddling and blushing he finally got it right and could help Draco get his clothes on.
A few minutes later, Harry carried the still unconscious boy to the bed and laid him down, Knives happily curling up beside Draco.
And since Harry didn't want something like this to happen again, and no, it had 'nothing' at all to do with a small flicker of affection he felt towards Draco, it was purely his Gryffindor instincts (sure…), Harry lay down next to Draco and promptly fell asleep.
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Remus was worried. Harry hadn't come down yet to say if Michael was alright or not and it was already a couple of hours ago they found him! Remus wandered down the guest corridor and knocked softly by the right door. No answer.
Remus opened the door slowly and poked his head inside. The sight that greeted him, got his eyes to widen slightly.
The two boys were lying next to each other, one of Harry's arm thrown possessively across Michael's waist and Michael snuggling his head in the crook of Harry's neck.
Trying hard not to snigger, Remus closed the door again. It reminded him of someone, he thought warmly, as Sirius' laughing face formed itself inside Remus' mind.
Remus missed him. He leaned against the door and closed his eyes. Memories of him, Sirius and James washed over him. Some not including James. As sorry as he was, the memories of only Sirius and himself were the dearest ones.
Remus sunk down against the door in a sitting position as he once again could 'feel' the soft caresses of Sirius' hands.
Remus missed him so much. More than anyone could ever know.
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Draco woke up, feeling content. That alone surprised him and the shock that came from that he was able to see faint light through his closed eye-lids was indescribable.
He wanted to scream and jump around for two reasons. One, he could see again! Two, this meant that Harry loved him. As out of character it was for Draco, he felt truly happy about the thought.
But a small nagging voice told him in the back of his head that it was too soon. Harry couldn't love him that much already that he was willing to mate with him… and face the consequences that came with the mating.
Nervous as hell, Draco opened his eyes.
It was still dark. But in the middle of his eye-field he could see a little shimmering light. And when he turned his head, it went to one of the corners of his eyes.
Something fluttered in Draco's chest. Of course, the knowledge that Harry didn't love him yet was not really celebrating, but that little light brought hope to Draco again. It meant that he could see something. Something, probably the light from the window. And if he could see something, it meant that Harry at least liked him. And that also meant that Harry could love him.
Something stirring and mumbling incoherent words next to Draco wrenched him out of his thoughts. 'Who the-?'
"…Draco?"
Draco froze. What was Harry doing in his bed!
"Draco! You're awake! I'm so sorry we didn't find you earlier, please don't be mad at me! I didn't know Sirius had placed a automatic locking charm when the doors closed! Please say something!"
Draco turned to Harry. Somehow he could sense the other boy's distress. 'Merlin… he really thinks I hate him!'
"I'm not mad. Don't worry, it was stupid of me anyway to try and find the bathroom on my ow- wait a sec."
Draco shifted around on the bed. No wet feeling running down his legs. No blood. And he felt something soft pressing up against his arse in his boxers.
Draco's eyes widened in realisation.
"You… You changed me?"
And if Draco had been able to see he would have noticed the sudden change in Harry's facial skin colour - from normal tan to tomato red.
Harry began stuttering.
"Erm… yeah, well, you see, I couldn't let you… er… bleed… er, freely, so I conjured up er, pads and well, we're both boys anyway and…um… yeah." Harry finished weakly.
Draco had the sudden urge to lift his left eyebrow, but resisted. Actually when you thought about it, a spluttering, stuttering Harry was quite cute… Not that he was ready to admit that to himself… yet.
"I… understand…"
SilenceKnives was starting to become bored with this stupid conversation. He could clearly see the attraction between the stuttering boy with glasses and his friend… So why we're they just talking so stupidly? He figured they hadn't admitted it to themselves yet. 'Sigh.' Humans (and part-veela's) were so dense sometimes. Knives could feel the attraction radiating from Draco and Knives was sure of it. This was the 'mate' Draco had been looking for. But the mate didn't seem to know… 'Double-sigh.'
Harry finally took the courage to speak after a while.
"Erm… Can I ask you a question?"
"…Yeah, I guess."
"Who… um, who were you calling when you were…freed from the… closet? You said something about someone… hating you."
Draco stiffened noticeably.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on your personal life! I was just curious! You don't have to answer!"
Silence"Harry, what do you know about part-veela's?"
"Um… they're beautiful and they're able to become pregnant…? That's about all, I guess."
"Yeah, well, there's something else. Veela's and part-veela's mate for life. You know what that means?"
"Er…Not entirely sure."
"It means that in their life, they will only love a single person. And that person is the world to them. They'll die protecting the person and they'll do anything to keep the person happy."
"What… what has this to do with… you?"
"I also have a mate, even though we're not mated yet. I haven't bitten… him, yet. Yes, it's a him, stop staring at me like that." Draco may have been blind but he knew when people stared.
"When I was locked inside the closet, it felt like he had abandoned me completely, forgotten about me and eventually I began to think he hated me. By then my human side had faded away almost completely, leaving me in a deep depression. My blindness was caused from being apart from my mate for too long. " Draco didn't know why he was telling Harry all this. It just felt right to share it with your… mate.
Harry blinked and noticed the sadness on Draco's face.
"I'm so sorry Draco. I'm sure he doesn't hate you. I mean, now that I know you a bit more, even I have seen that there's a nice person down there." Harry smiled reassuringly at Draco, momentarily forgetting Draco couldn't see.
And Draco, momentarily forgetting he couldn't see, raised his head and opened his eyes, only to look, look, into a pair of wonderful emerald eyes, before it all faded to blackness again.
A/N: er… I don't know what you guys think, but I think the chapter was kinda sweet. Maybe a bit boring, but I hope it was okay. You see, Harry can't just fall in love with Draco. He has to get to know him first a bit. And this chapter was longer than the previous two… not much longer, but longer nevertheless. I hope u all read and review! Please tell me what you thought of this chapter! (the dm/hp loving will come soon)
Ciao, Miss Moonlight (aka Rosa)