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24 April 2007 @ 10:30 pm
I'm Just A Small Boy: Tentative Reachings [14]  
Author: Alyssa Keserra 

Rating: NC-17

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.

A/N: I am, SO SO sorry. I am so sorry. I cannot even describe the depths of my contrition. I just stopped and I know I don't deserve forgiveness or reviews or anything, but please know, that I am truly very sorry.

 

It wasn't an active decision, it was just that with university and everything, I got caught up and well as you can tell, IJASB became insignificant. I didn't even remember or notice what I was doing, and then one day when I was starting to sort out my revision (I have exams till May 17th) I came across a scene from way into IJASB future and suddenly all my dreams and hopes for the plot came flooding back and since then, I haven't been able to sit still for the range of scenes writing themselves in my head.

And so, I'm trying again. Starting afresh.

I'm sorry!!!!!!!!!

Please don't let the above comments prevent you from reviewing!


Previous

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"What's wrong?"

 

"Nothing."

 

"You smell of blood."

 

"It's not mine."

 

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When Draco woke up, he was alone in his room with Isillia's tongue flickering gently against his right forearm.

 

"Malfoy," he heard a voice say very quietly near his ear in an oddly familiar voice.

 

"Hmmmmmmmmmmm?" he questioned rolling over and burying his face in the welcoming comfort of his pillow.

 

"Uh, are you alright?"

 

He stiffened, eyes opening to look at the black pillow cover before turning back to the voice that he knew. Sure enough, there sitting cross-legged at the end of Isillia's tail was a tiny Harry Potter looking at him through black round spectacles with a wary look on his face.

 

"What do you care?" he asked putting on his well practiced sneer and narrowing his eyes at the small boy, watching with satisfaction as mini Potter swallowed reflexively and leaned closer towards Isillia. He felt the churnings of rage rise up in his chest as he watched, because this was Isillia, honorary Malfoy, his snake not Potter's.

 

Almost as if she knew what he was thinking, she glided forward towards him and began to slide up his back.

 

'Always yours'

 

"What does that mean?" Harry asked in confusion watching as his only support in this strange and lonely house left without so much as a backwards look at him or a word of acknowledgement.

 

Ignoring his fascination with Potter's use of the snake-language, Draco sat up towering over Harry and glared angrily, "Stop it."

 

"What?"

 

"Don't talk to her."

 

Choosing not to anger Draco further, Harry merely nodded his consent to the command and continued to look up at the Malfoy heir who seemed to be back to his usual self.

 

"What am I going to do with you?"

 

"Turn me back to normal size?" Harry asked trying to give him a confident, unwavering look. For some reason, the look Malfoy gave him was one of uncertainty as the sneering face creased into a frown.

 

"I... I tried?" Malfoy said as if unsure of himself before he recovered, "Finite and engorgio didn't work and I don't recognise the spell."

 

For a moment, Harry stared blankly upwards before jumping to his feet in shock, "WHAT? WHAT? What do you mean it didn't work? Aaaaaaaargh!!!!!!!!" He flopped back down on to the pillow as panic began to set in causing his entire body to thrum with magic. How was he ever going to accomplish anything at this size? Horcruxes, Voldemort, everything was beyond his reach. Curling himself into a tiny ball, he clenched his eyes shut and fisted his hands desperately trying to stop the tears threatening to fall.

 

"Potter..." Malfoy's wary voice said suddenly seeming a bit further than he had assumed it would be. The bed shifted dramatically as Malfoy moved away very quickly, throwing Harry out of his foetal position and out on to the bed sheets.

 

"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked eyeing the green glow around him nervously from safely by the bedroom door. Harry opened his eyes to find everything tinted slightly green and immediately uncurled and stood up in alarm. Almost immediately the green began to fade until there was nothing there.

 

"Nothing?" Harry said, uncertainty colouring his voice.

 

"You just started to glow!"

 

"Malfoy, I swear I won't do it again."

 

Not bothering to answer, Malfoy used a Wingardium Leviosa to float Harry into his shrunken guest room and then warily followed. This entire situation was too surreal.

 

"What's a horcrux?" Draco asked suddenly

 

"I smell," Harry said quickly and efficiently changing the subject as he sat on the edge of the bed

 

"What's new?" Draco drawled lazily looking up from where he was running his finger's over Isillia's scales before indicating a door with a finger, "bathroom's through there."

 

"You're not going to watch?" Harry asked nervously craning his head upwards to try and look Draco in the eye.

 

"Potter…"

 

"Right. Of course. Right."

 

Just to make him feel better, Draco put the lid back on the box before settling back down to read a magazine.

 

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"Master Draco, Mistress is sending Oody with breakfast," Oody said as she popped into his room with a tray laid with a full English Breakfast.

 

"Now???" Draco asked looking at his watch, "it's almost lunchtime!"

 

Oody flinched, "Is Master upset? Oody sorry, BAD-"

 

Now Draco flinched, "ALRIGHT! OK-ok, bad Oody, whatever, it's fine. I'll have breakfast." He clutched at his hair, feeling his face heat up drastically and his head begin to pound relentlessly.

 

"I'll just take a nap," he said loudly to the room before stumbling over to the bed and collapsing on it weakly.

 

Harry looked up at the commotion from the squeaking house elf and flew up to see what was going on. Malfoy was sleeping again. He sighed heavily looking around for something to keep him occupied while Malfoy slept. Maybe he could escape… except he didn't want to. Somewhere in the past few days he'd found himself bound to Malfoy and the Gryffindor in him wanted to trust him, convert him, save him.

 

'Isillia?" he asked in to the room not seeing where she was.

Rather than answer, she slithered in to view and then indicated that he follow her while she went back through her tunnel to the fountain.

'What are we doing?' he asked as she levitated a few of his belongings and went back to Draco's bedroom.

'You're moving.'

'Oh… right.' he replied as he helped her move his stuff back to his new room without any comment already accepting that his stay would be as long as it took to make Draco come back with him.

 

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"Do you want some tea Severus?"

 

"NO! I do not want some tea you bafoon, how could tea be remotely helpful? WHERE IS THE BRAT?"

 

"I don't know, but shouting isn't going to make finding him any easier, now sit down and have some tea. I have news."

 

"What kind of news?"

 

"He's definitely near the Death Eaters, is there one of them who could have a different agenda to the rest?"

 

"I imagine everyone has their own agenda."

 

"Could of them be harbouring Harry?"

 

"No. How do you know he's near the Death Eaters?"

 

"Look."

 

"You're showing me a blank parchment."

 

"Oh."

 

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"I know you don't want to be a Death Eater," Harry said suddenly breaking the pleasant silence that had fallen between them after Draco had woken up.

 

"Don't speak, Potter," Malfoy said shortly in reply.

 

"But-"

 

"No."

 

"What can I give you to make you help me?" Harry asked plaintively, desperation colouring his voice. Draco stared at him, Harry Potter was asking for his; Draco Malfoy's, help. What did he want in return? The question of helping for some reason didn't even appear in his head, it was granted. The problem of course was choosing a suitable reward for the trauma he was no doubt going to go through as a result, the danger to his family and the sheer horror of having to put up with the mini-Gryffindor. Finding Harry now biting his lip very nervously looking very much like he was going to grab his broom and fly away, he quickly snatched the boy up in his hand and swept off towards the library.

 

"You owe me," he said firmly setting the terrified boy down on the table before turning around to scan the books behind him.

 

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( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
nomeci: HP - animated oralnomeci on April 25th, 2007 02:33 am (UTC)
I am so glad to see that you have updated this story! I was hoping you would...

This was a great chapter and I look forward to more...
oceans_world on April 25th, 2007 11:49 am (UTC)
Yaaaaaaaay! Thanks!

I can definitely promise there will be more.
[=D]
Lisbet Karlsdottir: HP-Death Eaters Return 7/21/07lisbet on April 25th, 2007 03:00 am (UTC)
Yeah, I'm glad to see more of this too! I figured real life must have gotten in the way. It happens.

Anyway thanks for the update...this story is getting very interesting:)
oceans_world on April 25th, 2007 11:50 am (UTC)
Thanks for the comment!!
Hopefully it'll continue to remain interesting
[=D]
dana_aeryndana_aeryn on April 25th, 2007 06:21 am (UTC)
Just discovered this fic. Like it a lot and look forward to seeing where it goes.
oceans_world on April 25th, 2007 11:51 am (UTC)
Oooh, new discovery!
Thanks for the comment and I hope you enjoy the rest of it too!
thrnbrookethrnbrooke on April 26th, 2007 08:49 am (UTC)
I thought I had lost this story! Soooo glad to see a new chapter!
oceans_world on April 26th, 2007 12:33 pm (UTC)
Hey!! Thanks! heart warming words to start a day of revision
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