Decorus Draco

Chapter 13 - Waking up

Draco struggled against his heavy eyelids and finally got his eyes open. It was white all around him. There's no way he could have gone to heaven, was there? He shook his head, trying to clear it and the vague white shapes solidified into a white room filled with bright sunshine. The hospital wing. That meant he was alive.

"You're awake." Harry's voice made him turn his head sharply. Harry was now standing by his bed, smiling broadly. "It's been two weeks, you know. You scared the heck out of all of us."

"What...what happened?" Draco croaked.

Harry started speaking very quickly. "Your parents...they saved us. They turned up just as we both lost consciousness. They got us out of the house and Dumbledore, Snape, and Tonks got us back. I'm not sure when they reached, but your parents risked their lives to make it look like you had fought them and escaped. Apparently, you were hit by a poisoned dart. The poison was an ordinary wizard poison, but the antidote didn't work. Snape said it was probably because you're part Decorus. They weren't sure if you were going to make it. I was..." Harry ran his hands through his hair and sighed. "God Draco, I was scared."

Draco smirked. "So I'm the Boy Who Lived now?"

Harry chuckled. "Well, they do say cats have nine lives, don't they?"

Draco grinned right back at Harry. He tried to get up, but his body felt weak and heavy.

"Don't," Harry chided. "Snape says it will probably be a while before you are back to normal. He's not sure if you will ever...you know, turn into your cat form again. Turns out there hasn't been much research done on poisoned Decoruses."

Draco snorted. "So, what's been happening while I was asleep, Potter?"

"Well," Harry started, "I got this big lecture from Dumbledore..."

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They continued talking for another hour or so, before Madam Pomfrey suddenly realised that Draco was awake and told Harry that he had to leave so that she could run some tests on Draco. Harry whined and sulked and finally agreed to leave, promising Draco he would be back later. Madam Pomfrey stepped out of the room to get her testing kit.

Just as he picked up his wand and got ready to leave, Draco's voice stopped him.

"Oh, by the way, Potter, you win."

"Win?"

"The wooing, of course," said Draco smugly. "I've decided that you're the winner."

"So what do I win?" asked Harry stepping closer to the bed.

"Well, you're just going to have to wait till I get better to find out now, aren't you?" Draco said, his eyes gleaming mischievously.

Harry laughed and placed a soft kiss on Draco's lips. "I guess so. I'll be back later. You take care of yourself, alright?"

"Bye."

"Bye."

"See you later."

"Yeah, I suppose so."

"Potter?"

"Hmmm?"

"You're not leaving."

"Oh yeah, leaving." Harry blushed, tore his eyes away from Draco, turned around quickly and left the hospital wing.

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Harry walked back into his dorm where Ron and Hermione were snuggling on the couch.

"Hey," said Harry. "Draco's awake!"

"Really? That's great, Harry!"

"Um...good for you, mate. Glad ferret-boy's okay."

This earned Ron a jab in the ribs from Hermione, and he scowled.

"So?" asked Hermione, as Harry plopped down on the couch beside her. "How is he?"

"Wonderful, as always," Harry replied, making Ron roll his eyes.

Harry sighed. "He's going to be okay. I can't wait for him to get out of the hospital wing. We have a lot to catch up on. We've been out of touch for so long," Harry said, giving Hermione and Ron a meaningful look.

"Harry! We really don't need details!" Ron protested.

Hermione giggled. "Have you forgotten about the time when all you wanted to do was touch the pretty kitty, Ron?"

Ron shuddered. "I'm not likely to forget that in a hurry, am I? That's going to give me nightmares for a long time."

"Hey," said Harry. "That's my boyfriend you're talking about. And nobody gets to touch him but me." Harry slouched back in the couch, closing his eyes. "I can't wait till he gets out!"

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Draco sighed in his sleep. He was having the most wonderful dream. He lay on a bed covered with white feathers, and was completely naked. He was gorgeous, of course. And delicious. Literally. His body was covered in all kinds of sweet edibles, from custards to cup-cakes and chocolate covered strawberries. Harry, who was also deliciously naked, but half covered by a sheet, lay next to him, playing with his food. Really, that boy had no manners. Harry picked up a strawberry that was lying on Draco's chest, dipped it in a bowl of chocolate sauce that was lying near Draco's head, and proceeded to feed it to Draco. Draco stuck out his tongue and swirled it around the strawberry and Harry's finger. He savoured the tangy sweetness of the strawberry and Harry's finger. Harry's finger did not move so after Draco had sucked the strawberry into his mouth; he sucked on Harry's finger, licking and biting at it. Harry made a delightful sound and pressed closer to Draco. The Slytherin pulled Harry closer and claimed his lips in a delicious kiss. Harry moaned and melted into Draco's mouth, removing his hand to wrap it around Draco's shoulders.

Harry then used his other hand to grab a banana that was lying near Draco's thigh, and held it in front of Draco's mouth. Draco licked his lips and then licked the banana slowly from bottom to top. He toyed with it with his tongue, and a few seconds later, took the top of the banana into his mouth and made a loud sucking sound. Harry moaned even louder and shifted to put a leg in between Draco's. Draco continued to nibble at the banana, stopping every few seconds to place a kiss on Harry's lips.

When he was quite done with the banana, Harry pulled up a bunch of grapes and dangled them just above Draco's mouth. Draco jerkily nipped at the grapes, biting them off the stems, leaving his mouth sticky with grape juice. Harry grinned and licked the juice off Draco's mouth, and then thrust his tongue in. Draco hummed, enjoying the taste of the sweet grapes, and the sweeter taste of Harry. Harry pulled back after a minute, while hands roamed over the rest of Draco's body. Harry scooped a bit of pudding off Draco's navel and fed it to the hungry Slytherin. Draco sucked at Harry's finger again, and then, in a sudden movement, rolled Harry over and began rocking against him.

"Enjoying yourself Draco?" Harry's amused voice floated into Draco's ears. Well, Draco decided that he needed to remove all traces of amusement from his...boyfriend's voice, and proceed to thrust against Harry.

Harry snickered. Actually snickered. "That good huh?"

But wait...Harry's voice seemed to be coming from above Draco, which was not right, because Harry was naked and squirming deliciously under Draco on the bed. Draco felt a soft kiss on the back of his head, and was confused enough to awaken. He looked up to see Harry grinning at him from the side of the bed, while he himself continued to rock his hips into the mattress.

"Good dream, huh?" Harry asked, smirking.

Draco frowned and forced his body still. Apparently, it had been a dream, because Harry was sitting fully clothed on the bed, which was sadly lacking in white feathers, chocolate sauce and fruits.

Draco sniffed and turned to face Harry, making sure he was covered by the sheet. As if Harry finding him in that position had not been embarrassing enough!

"I'm a recovering patient, Potter. Why exactly are you disturbing me and not allowing me to recuperate?"

"I was just checking to see if you needed anything. And it seems you do need something," Harry replied, chuckling.

"Well, as my boyfriend, shouldn't you be giving me that something and trying your best to keep me happy so that I recover soon?"

Harry raised his eyebrows. "So I'm your boyfriend now?"

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Don't you want to be? I thought that was what your wooing was all about."

Harry smiled. "Of course I do. I mean I think I do. I haven't really thought about it like that. I was only thinking of..." Harry broke off and blushed then.

"Aha...you just wanted to have your wicked way with me then, is that it?" Draco asked, pointing a finger at Harry.

"Well, sort of. Not exactly. I mean only when you purred. That was really hot, you know."

Draco considered Harry for a moment. Finally, he said, "Well, go on then."

"Go on what?"

"Have your wicked way with me already."

"What? Of course I won't. You're...you're weak...and you're recovering...and I wouldn't want to..." Whatever Harry wouldn't want to do was lost as Draco pulled the Gryffindor towards him and kissed him deeply.

"Mmmm..." Harry said, finally pulling up from the kiss.

"Mmmm," Draco agreed. He looked back up at Harry, and noticed that Harry's glasses were not his usual round rimmed boring spectacles, but frameless rectangular lenses. They looked really good on Harry, and Draco found himself saying, "New glasses?"

"Yeah, do you like them?"

"They do have an element of coolness about them," said Draco, smiling. "When did you get them?"

"A couple of days ago. I got them at Hogsmeade. Eliot helped me pick them up."

"Eliot?" Draco asked, frowning.

"You know, Eliot Barnes, he's a year junior to us."

In an instant, Draco snatched the glasses off Harry's face and threw them across the room where they hit the wall and shattered.

"What...why'd you...?" Harry started.

"Stay away from Barnes, Harry. He only wants you for your body, you know."

Harry's eyes narrowed.

"What the hell are you talking about Draco?"

"I'm talking about Barnes and the ridiculous obsession he has with you. He's always trying to touch you, be near you. You're my mate, Harry, and I won't share you with anyone. I forbid you to talk to him. I'll rip him apart if you do," Draco growled.

If Harry's eyes had narrowed before, they were almost slits now. "You forbid me to talk to Eliot?" he asked

"He's just trying to take advantage of you. Unless that's what you want. That's it, isn't it? With me, it's all, 'Draco, go slow' while you're perfectly happy going all the way with Barnes." Draco's face was twisted with jealousy by now, and he felt his hands trembling.

"Shut your mouth. That's rubbish and you know it. You forbid me? You forbid me to do something? Malfoy, if you imagine for an instant that you have the right to forbid me to do anything, you are sadly mistaken. You're just a...you're just an arrogant, insensitive arse. I can't believe I was so worried about you. You care only about yourself, don't you? Well, I hope you feel better soon. You need all the help you can get, you sick bastard."

With that, Harry shook his head and got off the bed, Accio'ed his glasses and then Reparo'ed them, and started walking towards the door.

Draco watched Harry walk out, and felt something break inside of him. He could feel Harry's anger, Harry's hurt, and his own irrational jealousy. It all bubbled and boiled inside of him, and he felt himself about to burst. He gave a strangled cry and passed out.

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Harry was about to step out of the hospital wing when Draco's cry made him look back sharply. Draco had fallen back onto the bed in a faint. Panicked, Harry rushed back to the bed, and tried to shake Draco awake.

"Draco, wake up. I didn't mean it. Draco, what's happening? MADAM POMFREY! DRACO'S FAINTED!"

Madam Pomfrey came rushing out a few minutes later, and began checking Draco.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Potter?" she asked, taking Draco's pulse. "And what just happened?"

"I just came to see how he was doing," Harry started. "And we...we were arguing, and he suddenly screamed out and fainted."

"Hmm," said Madam Pomfrey, now taking Draco's temperature. "Be a dear and get Professor Snape, will you? Tell him that Mr. Malfoy has gone into Cattus withdrawal. He'll know what to bring."

"He's what?" Harry asked, rooted to the spot.

"Go now, Mr. Potter, every second is important. Mr. Malfoy is in a very delicate state right now."

Not thinking about anything else, Harry sprinted to the dungeons and returned a few minutes later with Snape in tow. He was then shooed out of the wing, and the last thing he saw before the doors closed in his face was Snape and Pomfrey hovering above Draco.

Several agonising minutes later, the doors opened, and Harry walked in slowly. Madam Pomfrey was putting a damp cloth on Draco's forehead, and the blond was making small, pitiful sounds, and shaking.

"What's wrong with him?" Harry asked, moving to the bed, and holding one of Draco's trembling hands in his, feeling the Slytherin's shivers subside somewhat.

"This seems to be one of the side effects of the poison that got into his blood," Snape said. "His mind has transformed into his Cattus state, and his body is trying to do the same, but it seems to be unable to do it. Wanting to change and being unable to do so is causing tremendous stress on his mind as well as his body. He seems to be comforted by you, so I would ask that you sit by him till he stabilises."

"It's because I'm his mate. I shouldn't have been so harsh with him," Harry said softly, almost to himself.

Snape gave him a curious stare and then turned away. "Yes, well. Will you stay with Mr. Malfoy then?"

"Yes," Harry said, sitting next to Draco on the bed, and stroking the blond's forehead.

"Call me if his condition worsens. And make sure he drinks two sips of this potion every hour," Snape said, putting a vial on the table beside Draco.

Harry nodded and continued soothing Draco as Snape and Pomfrey left the room, closing the doors behind them.

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Draco opened his eyes and took deep breaths. The awful pain that had been tearing him up from the inside was gone, and the trembling had stopped. He looked up at Harry, who was considering him thoughtfully.

"You feeling better?" Harry asked.

Draco lowered his eyes and nodded.

"You gave me quite a scare you know."

Draco bit his lip. "Look, Harry, I'm sorry about what I said. I don't know...when you mentioned that you had been spending time with Barnes while I was unconscious, it just felt like...I just..."

"Shhh...I know. You're possessive of me because I'm your mate. But you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you. As well as fingers, toes, hands and legs, and everything in between...all for you."

Draco looked up to see Harry smiling mischievously. A small smile escaped Draco's lips as he shook his head.

"I'm...thanks for saying that. I know I'm being unreasonable, but please...please don't leave because of this. I just need to get used to the idea that other people get to be near you as well."

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm yours. Now, why don't you try and get some sleep?" Harry asked.

Draco sniffed and nodded. "Will you come visit me in the morning?"

"You know I will. Good night Draco. Sweet dreams." Harry bent down and kissed Draco sweetly on the lips, and then on the forehead before getting up and walking towards the door. He stopped to blow a last kiss to Draco and stepped outside.

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