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28 July 2006 @ 05:19 pm
I'm Just A Small Boy: Alone [9]  

Author: Alyssa Keserra 


Rating: R


Pairing: Harry/Draco Warning: none yet... except ummm i'm still new to all this so... don't expect the world 

Warnings: Slash, Language, Non-con-ish, OoC

Summary: A misfired spell. In the enemy's clutches. Nothing is as it seems

[HBP compliant]


Disclaimer: It's all J.K. Rowling's, i'm just borrowing it to twist and maim to my own devious purposes. No worries, she'll get them back in the end.

 

SO! It's NOT that long a wait! WAHEY! *cheers*
However it took quite a while to write because... well frankly... I HATE IT!!! I HATE IT!! I HATE IT!
*Jumps on it till it... dies?*
Oh yeh... and it's quite long-ish
*sigh*

Anyway
Next Chapter is the one, the discovery
Stay tuned =D
[Should be posted this time next week]


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Once again Harry found himself waking up with the sun's ray's warming his face, he'd decided at some time not to question the idea of it being a sun and just accept it. However, this wasn't where he'd fallen asleep he realised as he looked around at his trunk and the pool that was only a few metres away. He stretched uncomfortably, he missed sleeping on a bed, even if it was at Privet Drive.

 

'Morning little one'

 

"Morning, how did I get here?"

 

'I brought you'

 

"Oh. Thanks"

 

'You're welcome'

 

Isillia slithered back to where she had been before and continued to bask in the sun, giving Harry no doubt that their conversation was over. Looking at his watch, he frowned in annoyance, his body clock was really messed up as it was already 3:30. Sneaking a look at Isillia to check he was looking in the other direction, he stripped quickly and got into the water. He spent a lot longer floating around this time rather than swimming due to the ache in his muscles that he recognised was from the exercise yesterday, it'd been too long since he'd done any form of action seeing as at the Dursley's he pretty much just sat on his bed.

 

He thought over what Isillia had said, something about it being prudent to stay… maybe it would be, after all he could enlighten the Order to attacks like he had yesterday and if they arrived as promptly as they had yesterday than so many lives could be saved. The problem of course, was that it would mean he wasn't doing any horcrux hunting, or any horcrux researching and he was probably going to end up getting Malfoy in trouble. Something that he usually relished, not anymore… pity can change everything. Maybe he could just tell Malfoy he was here… actually… that wasn't such a bad idea. What would Malfoy do? He was hardly going to turn him in, and then maybe he could do some research in the Malfoy library which would no doubt be resourceful. Not that he could open a book.

 

Deciding to forego further thinking, he pulled himself out of the water and sorted himself out. Checking over his Lupin-parchment, the new message caught his attention.

'You told me you were safe.'

He looked across to where Isillia was lazily flicking her tail, her eyes clearly watching despite her nonchalant exterior.

'I am. Trust me.'

 

'I got you something to eat.' his heard jerked up immediately to see Isillia with another something floating in front of her. He plucked it out of the air and examined it carefully wondering what it was.

"Thanks!"

He wasn't going to complain though, he hadn't eaten for ages and he was hungry. He broke a small piece and chewed it carefully, chocolate chip cookie, he began to eat a bit faster relishing in the sweet taste of chocolate. He finished to find Isillia watching him with her tongue flickering in amusement.

'Enjoy?'

"Definitely."

 

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"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmorning Isillia," came Malfoy's slightly scratchy and mortifyingly sexy voice from the bunched up covers on the bed. A long pale arm came out from under the hanging duvet to walk long slim fingertips across the carpet. Since when did Malfoy have such long arms?

 

'Morning Massster,' Isillia replied gliding close to his fingers and brushing them with her scales, until he moved his hand slightly to run over her skin in lazy strokes.

 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" he sighed heavily before shifting and moving on the bed to poke a head of messy hair out of the top of the black pile up, and lying on his front on top of the bed to lean over to look at her also.

 

"Slept well, 'sillia, slept very very well," he said with a light chuckle that sounded unfamiliar to Harry's ears.

 

'I know master, you look well rested.'

 

"How do I look?"

 

'Very nice master?'

 

Harry covered his mouth to prevent laughing out loud at the vain question asked merely moments after awakening, even though he was safely covered by his cloak, he would still be heard if he made loud noises. He pulled out his disillusioned Firebolt and flew back up to Malfoy's desk where he sat on a book and watched as Malfoy slid out of bed to sit next to Isillia, continuing to pet her nonchalantly.

 

"Know what Isillia?" Draco said in his lazy drawl as he stretched out on the floor next to her, propping his legs up against the desk, his feet only inches away from Harry's seated form.

 

'What master?' she hissed sliding up his arm and going over him, Harry flopped back on to the book not really wanting to watch the Malfoy/Isillia interaction.

 

"It's been absolutely ages since I last got-"

 

"Draco honey,"

 

"laid."

 

"Uh… mother!"

 

"What was that dear?"

 

"Nothing, I was just talking to Isillia." He sent her a winning smile as he pulled himself into a seated position.

 

"Draco, you know that she can't understand you, why do you indulge in this nonsense, anyone would think you have no friends."

 

"Oh but mother, I don’t," Draco sighed before pouting at her in an over-exaggerated expression that made her tilt her head upwards slightly and laugh, soft and bell-like, unlike Sirius' or Bellatrix's. In a way, they didn't seem related in his head; too different in his mind to ever have had the same surname.

 

"Oh? Well I believe the Zabini and Nott boys will be arriving in an hour if you're willing to speak with your acquaintances."

 

"I'll be ready."

 

"Make sure you eat properly, you look skinny and underfed as if though you were a Weasley." Harry stiffened at the comment; none of the Weasley's looked underfed seeing as Molly Weasley was the best cook he had ever met. The reality made him stand up angrily, he was at the Malfoy's, how could he have forgotten? They were the enemy.

 

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Harry sighed happily when Nott and Zabini left, he'd sulked angrily and Malfoy's pocket all the while, but kept an ear out in case they discussed anything interesting. Unfortunately nothing seemed even slightly out of the ordinary; apparently Zabini had a little sister that liked to wear his clothes and pretend to be a hippogriff; Nott had an unbreakable bed-wetting curse, Malfoy was mean and the Patil twins were hot pureblood property. OK… so his friends never had a conversation like this, even with Luna present but these people were Slytherins; anything was possible. He needed a way out, hearing the three boys and their slightly off-colour relationship involving Malfoy pretty much owning them, he felt a sudden pang for Hermione and Ron, and their not-so-perfect friendship.

 

As he dozed lazily in Malfoy's pocket, he wondered whether there was a spell on the Manor that made everyone tired, because the past few days had been sleep and do nothing… obviously it made sense for Malfoy to sleep seeing as he blatantly needed to heal and get rid of those dark circles beneath his eyes, but there was no reason for Harry to be sleeping at all hours. He suddenly jerked awake, maybe it was a side-effect to the spell that had made him so small. Maybe he would sleep for the rest of eternity and Voldemort would just… stay and die of old-age or something.

 

Malfoy suddenly jerked violently and Harry hit the wall painfully hard through the pocket. He could tell bruises would be covering his entire left side some time in the future, but more importantly Draco Malfoy was not a clumsy person and he would not have walked in to a wall.

 

"Well! Well, well, well!" It was a thick unrecognisable voice of someone definitely older than them and it set Harry's teeth on edge

 

"What do you want you clumsy fool? Unhand me this instant!" Malfoy's scornful voice said in return as he pushed away from the wall.

 

"I don’t think so," the man said before chuckling and causing the hairs on Harry's neck to stand on end, he grabbed his broom and flew out of the pocket to look at this new foe.

 

"Wh-What are you doing?" It was the first time Harry had heard Malfoy's smooth voice crack so obviously and for good reason as the man was leaning right into his personal space and pressing him into the wall in a way Malfoy couldn't free himself from. He watched Draco's throat as he swallowed inaudibly but made no other action despite his obvious discomfort.

 

"What does it look like pretty one?" the man leered, running a stubby finger down Malfoy's face and then using it to tip his face upwards. Harry stopped flying to hover and stare in horror as Malfoy instinctively brought his hands up and tried to push the attacker away, but succeeding only in getting his hands held above his head by a larger heavier hand.

 

"Don't touch me Nott," Malfoy hissed angrily as his eyes skittered around the empty hallway for some sort of escape. Harry was frozen in shock, he was completely helpless. Both of them were. He wondered if he could distract Nott by either flying into him or showing himself so that Malfoy could get free before a better idea appeared.

 

"Isillia! Come quickly!" he called, desperately hoping she could hear him and cursing his inability to help; it was like the Astronomy Tower all over again.

 

"Now, now, Draco, don't fight! It's either you or your mother and you are the man of the family now."

 

Harry watched with increasing dismay as the words sunk into Malfoy and the fight left him; his grey eyes opening wide, "but… but you have a wife," he whispered rather desperately. Turning as quickly as he could, Harry flew towards what he hoped was Draco's room calling for Isillia all the while. Panic rose in him as he realised he was still ages away from Malfoy's room and he was unlikely to even recognise it when he passed it seeing as everything looked the same! Doors blurred as he flew as fast as he could looking for Draco's salvation.

 

'What's wrong little one?' Harry pulled up sharp at the sound of her hiss almost sobbing with relief as he saw the familiar zigzag pattern of her scales.

 

"You have to help!"

 

'What's wrong?'

 

"DRACO! He's in trouble!"

 

As quickly as she'd appeared she was gone and Harry stared at the empty space where she had been blankly, had he just imagined her? Where the hell was he? Was Malfoy-

Not bothering to think any longer, he went back to where Malfoy had been rudely manhandled with his wand out thinking the least he could do was cause a tiny fire somewhere flammable; like Nott's hair.

 

When he reached the empty corridor again, Malfoy had his head turned to the side, his fair skin drained of any colour it may have head, eyes shut looking like he was about to cry any second. He flew straight up to Nott's hair and cast a quick Incendio with as much strength as he could manage a split second before the man suddenly screamed loudly pulling away from Malfoy and clutching at his inner thigh where Harry could just about make out Isillia uncoiling from his leg her fangs out and dripping slightly.

 

Malfoy's eyes opened at the scream and he looked blankly out at the corridor before turning to the man doubled over in front of him who had just realised his hair was also on fire. His mouth fell open in an expression of delighted shock as he took in his pet snake moving towards him slowly and the fire burning before him.

 

"Adder venom is poisonous," he said calmly watching the screaming man with a sinisterly detached air as Nott disapparated. Almost as soon as he was gone, Malfoy sank down and held his arm out shakily for Isillia to wind around.

 

"That was close babe," he whispered closing his eyes and holding her close while pulling his wand out and clutching it tightly in his fingers.

 

'Sorry Master, let's go'

 

Almost as if though he understood, Malfoy stood up and walked to his room as if nothing happened with a distressed Harry Potter flying just behind him. Malfoy cast every locking charm he knew on the door as soon as he entered his room, checking every window, cupboard and then behind every door which took a good half hour before he let Isillia down and went to the bathroom.

 

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Harry flew up to Draco's bedside table; then dropped his broom and hid behind the small lamp as he watched Malfoy come back from the bathroom. He'd changed into a t-shirt and shorts and was holding his days clothes in his right hand as far away from his body as his hand could stretch. Sitting on the edge of the bed, Draco dropped the clothes on the floor and cast an Incendio on them; without a wand, something that Harry noted with interest.

 

"Goodnight Isillia"  Draco whispered climbing into his bed

 

'Goodnight Master' Harry heard Isillia hiss in return 'Worry not, I am here'

 

He looked back over at Malfoy who was lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling with his arms spread. His hair was fanned out across the pillow, white upon black.

 

"Nox" the light went out and the room became dark aside from a small sliver of moonlight that fell through a gap in the curtains. He heard Malfoy sigh heavily before he curled up into a foetal position on his side facing the window. The moonlight fell across his face from his chin, up the side of his face into his hair. His eyes were closed and in the fading light, Harry decided he looked like an angel. A beautiful angel. A single tear ran down Malfoy's cheek, unaccompanied by a sound or movement and Harry felt his heart clench as a sudden rush of affection for the boy in front of him hit. Walking to the edge of the table, Harry looked at the gap between it and the bed; in reality no more than 4cm, but to someone only 6cm high it seemed rather intimidating. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and jumped across landing safely on Malfoy's black sheets.

 

He cautiously made his way to Malfoy's face, slightly put out by the vast expanse of pale flesh that Malfoy was. Jumping over Malfoy's tiny wrists, he made his way to where he could see the droplet of water near Malfoy's mouth. Standing on tiptoes, he tried to brush the tear away, only to find his entire hand soaked by the salty water. Drying his hand on his jumper he looked up at Malfoy, clear skin that seemed almost transparent, delicate bone structure that was infinitely beautiful from this close. He could see Malfoy's fair eyelashes casting perfect curves; his small bow shaped mouth, a soft pink; a few strands of his hair falling over his face; his nose and its slight upturn and suddenly it was Malfoy who seemed so small. So tiny, so innocent. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the underside of the pointed chin before crawling into one of Malfoy's loosely curled hands and falling into a deep dreamless sleep.

 

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Ivykins: Beautiful (Cataneo) by Tears of Raintomxfelton on July 28th, 2006 05:46 pm (UTC)
That goes to show ya that sometimes it's good to not have good looks. Or at least something for the ugly ones to tell themselves (that meaning me), lol.

Nice chappie!
oceans_world on July 31st, 2006 10:32 am (UTC)
HAHA! Isn't that a strange way of putting it?
Thanks :)
nomeci: HP - ADMnomeci on July 28th, 2006 06:48 pm (UTC)
I just discovered this fic and I am loving it! Thank you for sharing it with us...

*off to friend you now*
oceans_world on July 31st, 2006 10:33 am (UTC)
*beams* =D
Thank You!!!!!

*friends back*
love knows no boundsconfiteor_3 on July 28th, 2006 07:25 pm (UTC)
Aww, it's good. The ending was cute. And Isillia rocks! I really like the way you protray Draco and Isillia's' relationship. :)
oceans_world on July 31st, 2006 10:35 am (UTC)
Thanks =)
I think Isillia and Draco is my favourite relationship in the whole thing... despite the fact that its H/D...
:D
kurla88kurla88 on July 28th, 2006 08:23 pm (UTC)
Hmm. I wonder what'll happen if Draco wakes up and discovers his visitor. :D
oceans_world on July 31st, 2006 10:36 am (UTC)
if????
*laughs*
The first time I read that, I thought you meant that Draco might never wake up!

As to what will happen... we'll just have to see =D
kurla88kurla88 on July 31st, 2006 02:25 pm (UTC)
Aww. Harry would panic so. Perhaps something Sleeping Beauty-esque would occur. :P
oceans_world on July 31st, 2006 05:27 pm (UTC)
I know I would!!! 'HEY! That didn't happen in my story plan!'

With a 6cm Harry? That would be HILARIOUS!!! He might fall half in or something *snicker*

Right... well now you know he definitely wakes up...
=D
Lisbet Karlsdottirlisbet on July 30th, 2006 03:22 am (UTC)
Whaaaa...Harry went to sleep in Draco's hand? Wow...too cool! I can't wait to see what happens next (please, Draco, don't squish Harry in your sleep!).
oceans_world on July 31st, 2006 10:38 am (UTC)
Indeed he did!

lol
How anticlimatic would that be?

'And then Draco woke up to find a small dead Harry Potter in his hand. Finding it rather disgusting, he washed his hands and went for breakfast. '
Lisbet Karlsdottir: HP-H/D ship by mindyourhead_sslisbet on August 1st, 2006 02:31 am (UTC)
ROFL! Oh, that made me laugh so much...first laugh of the day! (it was rather grim at work today...but I'm all better now!)
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