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Title: Hey There Draco Chapter 13
Chapter Title: Cursed!
Author: Ruby13b
Summary: Set in the summer after 5th year. Harry and Draco are thrown together by chance and what starts as morbid curiosity turns into an adventure that neither of them will ever forget.
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Possible Violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.
Author's Note: I know I'm a loser for not updating for so long, my life has taken a rather strange turn. Thanks to all of the people reading this story. Thanks to M.

Warning: This is a Harry/Draco fanfic, if you don't like, don't read, you have been warned!

Harry awoke to the sound of Draco coughing. Opening his eyes he saw that Draco was leaning of the side of the bed, his hand covering his mouth as he coughed.

“Draco?” Harry questioned sleepily. It was early in the morning and the sun had yet to rise. “You all right?”

Draco’s response was to cough even more. Harry tugged at the back of Draco’s nightshirt, trying to get Draco to face him. It was then that Harry saw the blood stains on Draco’s pajamas. Draco gasped and it was apparent that he was having difficulty breathing, or maybe that he couldn’t breathe at all. Fear jabbed at the inside of Harry like ice. Draco was dying! He had to get help!

Forgetting himself entirely, Harry burst out of the room and ran head first into Fred or George Weasley. He couldn’t tell which one it was as they tumbled to the ground.

“Harry? Are you all right? What’s the matter?” It was Fred.

“Draco!” Harry gasped. “Draco. Blood. Help. Can’t breathe.” That as all Harry could manage to stutter in his panicked state.

Fred seemed to understand. “Go back to him,” he said. “I’ll get an adult.”

Harry nodded numbly and went back into the room. If it weren’t for the current situation, Harry would have thought it funny that Fred was going to get an adult, when he was actually considered of age in the magic world. Then again, Fred was a fool but he knew what he was for and he most likely wouldn’t have been able to handle the situation himself.

Harry only hoped Fred returned quickly. He had no idea what to do. It seemed the only thing he could do was stand, watching in terror and grave doubt.

Fred did indeed return quickly and who he brought with him surprised Harry. It was his older brother and the oldest Weasley child, Bill. When had he arrived? How long had he been at the Headquarters? Bill went straight over to Draco and flipped him around so that he was on his back. Harry suddenly realized that they had been sleeping in his own bed and how suspicious that had to look. Then again, Bill didn’t know which bed belonged to Harry and which belonged to Draco. The only problem was Draco’s bed had so obviously not been slept in. It embarrassed Harry to wonder what Bill must have thought.

“George, close the door,” Bill called softly over his shoulder. Harry was shocked by this and turned around to see both of the twins standing there. Somewhere in the time that Bill had arrived, George had also slipped into the room. George nodded and closed the door as Fred flipped on the light.

Bill had his wand out and was muttering something under his breath. Every now and then bursts of light streamed from Bill’s wand into Draco. Draco kept gasping for breath as blood ran out of the corners of his mouth. And then, quite suddenly, Draco quieted down, his eyes closing and his chest heaving with every breath that he took. He appeared to be able to breathe a little easier, again.

Bill stepped back as Harry rushed over to Draco. He brushed Draco’s blond locks out of his eyes and settled his hand on Draco’s forehead. Draco was asleep. Harry sighed and took Draco’s hand, not caring that the others saw. The twins already knew about their relationship, having had a hand in its development. And Bill probably wouldn’t tell anyone. Why would he? What would he accomplish by doing so?

“Draco’s going to be all right, isn’t he?” Harry asked.

Bill didn’t answer right away. “He’s been cursed, Harry,” he finally said.

Cursed? How? When? A thousand unanswered questioned raced through Harry’s mind. Though he silenced them in a second. “You’re a curse breaker, aren’t you?” Harry said eagerly. “Can’t you do something?”

Bill shook his head. “I don’t break curses on people. I’m afraid anything I try might kill him.”

“But…” Harry started, but he cut himself off. He looked helplessly at Fred and George, but he found no answers in their eyes. He looked back at Bill.

“He’ll be all right for now,” Bill told him. “I was able to slow the curse down.”

Harry wanted to ask how to stop the curse entirely. But the thought of it chilled Harry’s insides to ice. He had a pretty good idea who had done this to Draco. And if it was him then he would be the only one who could stop it. If Harry defeated the Dark Lord, the curse would go away.

“It’ll be all right, Harry,” Bill said gently. “The Order won’t let him die.”
“Thank you, Bill.”

Bill nodded and left the room. The twins were still there and for once neither of them was able to make light of the situation. Harry saw George give Fred a sideways glance and Harry had to wonder what they were thinking. It was rare to see the twins being so serious. Harry also had to wonder how George had known where Fred had gone. It was true that the twins were undeniably inseparable. He couldn’t think of a time he had seen one of them without the other being far behind. Giving Harry a pair of identical worried looks, the twins left and Harry was alone with Draco.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, his eyes fluttering open

“I’m here, Draco,” Harry said, holding Draco’s hand with both of his.

“We need to find Morgana. We need to leave this place and go.”

“How can you even think of leaving in your condition?” Harry asked.

“I’ll be all right,” Draco told him, trying to smile. “I just need to rest.”

“All right, then,” Harry said, though he wasn’t convinced. “We’ll leave in a day or so. Once we figure out were we’re going.”

Draco nodded, closing his eyes. “Good.”

“Sleep,” Harry whispered soothingly into his ear. “Sleep.”

Harry waited until he was certain Draco was sleeping and got up quietly to leave the room. He had work to do.

~~~

Harry had decided that since they were going to find Morgana and ask for her help, he ought to learn everything he could about her. Unlike Necromancy, there was an abundance of information on her. The only problem was none of the stories matched up with each other. Morgana was real. Morgana was a legend. Every piece of literature seemed to offer a different explanation and there were so many conflicting theories, he hardly knew what to believe. One said Morgana was a fairy, another said she was a witch. Morgana was a ghost, she was dead, she was undead, she was a thousand years old. One said she was a prisoner, bound until she completed some task or another. And yet another said she was holding prisoners herself, who were bound to her, doing her bidding. Each new theory and idea made Harry’s head spin and he decided it would be for the best if he stopped, lest he drive himself mad.

Harry figured the best thing he could do was to try to find where Morgana was, or at least where they ought to start looking. Forest. The Oracle said something about a forest. But which one? How many forests were there? The only forest Harry knew for certain was the Forbidden Forest that was part of Hogwarts. Harry felt a pain in his chest when he thought of Hogwarts. He missed it. And although Harry would have loved nothing more to return he didn’t think it would be the best place to hide when they left the Headquarters. Hogwarts was probably the first place the Order would look for him.

Shaking his head Harry closed the book that was in front of him and pushed it aside. He was sick of books. He wanted Draco. His concern for Draco had reached its maximum capacity. There was nothing Harry could do and he still didn’t know the details surrounding what had happened to him.

Harry suddenly found himself at the door to their room. Without even realizing it his feet had carried him to Draco. Harry opened the door and let himself in quietly. Draco was curled up on his side and appeared to be sleeping. Harry wandered over to the bed and sat down. Draco didn’t stir. Harry stretched out next to him and lay so that he and Draco were face to face. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco lightly on the nose. Draco’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey,” Harry said softly.

“Hey,” Draco returned. He sat up a little, propping himself on his elbows.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asked.

“All right.”

That was a lie. And Harry knew it.

“What have you been doing all this time?”

“Researching Morgana.”

“And?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said honestly. “There’s too much information to know what’s real.”

Draco flopped back down putting his hand over his eyes. “I see,” he said.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

Harry was again having second thoughts. He wondered if leaving to find Morgana was the right thing to do. Harry was sickened by his own self. In all of his life he’d never been so wishy-washy.

“I don’t see what the problem is here,” Draco said lightly. “You, yourself snuck out the other day when you followed the Order.”

“That was different. I was coming right back.”

“We’re coming back, too.”

“But when?”

“Soon.”

“As in ‘next week soon’, I bet.”

Draco sighed and took Harry’s hands in his. “Look, Harry,” Draco said in all seriousness. “You have to seize opportunities as they come. No one is going to do it for you.”

Harry knew Draco was right. He needed to start taking some initiative. He couldn’t continue to sit around researching while accomplishing nothing. It was time for action!

“Right then,” Harry said, feeling suddenly more confident. “We leave tomorrow!”

Description
Title: Hey There Draco Chapter 13
Chapter Title: Cursed!
Author: Ruby13b
Summary: Set in the summer after 5th year. Harry and Draco are thrown together by chance and what starts as morbid curiosity turns into an adventure that neither of them will ever forget.
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content, Possible Violence
Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.
Author's Note: I know I'm a loser for not updating for so long, my life has taken a rather strange turn. Thanks to all of the people reading this story. Thanks to M.

Warning: This is a Harry/Draco fanfic, if you don't like, don't read, you have been warned!

Harry awoke to the sound of Draco coughing. Opening his eyes he saw that Draco was leaning of the side of the bed, his hand covering his mouth as he coughed.

“Draco?” Harry questioned sleepily. It was early in the morning and the sun had yet to rise. “You all right?”

Draco’s response was to cough even more. Harry tugged at the back of Draco’s nightshirt, trying to get Draco to face him. It was then that Harry saw the blood stains on Draco’s pajamas. Draco gasped and it was apparent that he was having difficulty breathing, or maybe that he couldn’t breathe at all. Fear jabbed at the inside of Harry like ice. Draco was dying! He had to get help!

Forgetting himself entirely, Harry burst out of the room and ran head first into Fred or George Weasley. He couldn’t tell which one it was as they tumbled to the ground.

“Harry? Are you all right? What’s the matter?” It was Fred.

“Draco!” Harry gasped. “Draco. Blood. Help. Can’t breathe.” That as all Harry could manage to stutter in his panicked state.

Fred seemed to understand. “Go back to him,” he said. “I’ll get an adult.”

Harry nodded numbly and went back into the room. If it weren’t for the current situation, Harry would have thought it funny that Fred was going to get an adult, when he was actually considered of age in the magic world. Then again, Fred was a fool but he knew what he was for and he most likely wouldn’t have been able to handle the situation himself.

Harry only hoped Fred returned quickly. He had no idea what to do. It seemed the only thing he could do was stand, watching in terror and grave doubt.

Fred did indeed return quickly and who he brought with him surprised Harry. It was his older brother and the oldest Weasley child, Bill. When had he arrived? How long had he been at the Headquarters? Bill went straight over to Draco and flipped him around so that he was on his back. Harry suddenly realized that they had been sleeping in his own bed and how suspicious that had to look. Then again, Bill didn’t know which bed belonged to Harry and which belonged to Draco. The only problem was Draco’s bed had so obviously not been slept in. It embarrassed Harry to wonder what Bill must have thought.

“George, close the door,” Bill called softly over his shoulder. Harry was shocked by this and turned around to see both of the twins standing there. Somewhere in the time that Bill had arrived, George had also slipped into the room. George nodded and closed the door as Fred flipped on the light.

Bill had his wand out and was muttering something under his breath. Every now and then bursts of light streamed from Bill’s wand into Draco. Draco kept gasping for breath as blood ran out of the corners of his mouth. And then, quite suddenly, Draco quieted down, his eyes closing and his chest heaving with every breath that he took. He appeared to be able to breathe a little easier, again.

Bill stepped back as Harry rushed over to Draco. He brushed Draco’s blond locks out of his eyes and settled his hand on Draco’s forehead. Draco was asleep. Harry sighed and took Draco’s hand, not caring that the others saw. The twins already knew about their relationship, having had a hand in its development. And Bill probably wouldn’t tell anyone. Why would he? What would he accomplish by doing so?

“Draco’s going to be all right, isn’t he?” Harry asked.

Bill didn’t answer right away. “He’s been cursed, Harry,” he finally said.

Cursed? How? When? A thousand unanswered questioned raced through Harry’s mind. Though he silenced them in a second. “You’re a curse breaker, aren’t you?” Harry said eagerly. “Can’t you do something?”

Bill shook his head. “I don’t break curses on people. I’m afraid anything I try might kill him.”

“But…” Harry started, but he cut himself off. He looked helplessly at Fred and George, but he found no answers in their eyes. He looked back at Bill.

“He’ll be all right for now,” Bill told him. “I was able to slow the curse down.”

Harry wanted to ask how to stop the curse entirely. But the thought of it chilled Harry’s insides to ice. He had a pretty good idea who had done this to Draco. And if it was him then he would be the only one who could stop it. If Harry defeated the Dark Lord, the curse would go away.

“It’ll be all right, Harry,” Bill said gently. “The Order won’t let him die.”
“Thank you, Bill.”

Bill nodded and left the room. The twins were still there and for once neither of them was able to make light of the situation. Harry saw George give Fred a sideways glance and Harry had to wonder what they were thinking. It was rare to see the twins being so serious. Harry also had to wonder how George had known where Fred had gone. It was true that the twins were undeniably inseparable. He couldn’t think of a time he had seen one of them without the other being far behind. Giving Harry a pair of identical worried looks, the twins left and Harry was alone with Draco.

“Harry,” Draco whispered, his eyes fluttering open

“I’m here, Draco,” Harry said, holding Draco’s hand with both of his.

“We need to find Morgana. We need to leave this place and go.”

“How can you even think of leaving in your condition?” Harry asked.

“I’ll be all right,” Draco told him, trying to smile. “I just need to rest.”

“All right, then,” Harry said, though he wasn’t convinced. “We’ll leave in a day or so. Once we figure out were we’re going.”

Draco nodded, closing his eyes. “Good.”

“Sleep,” Harry whispered soothingly into his ear. “Sleep.”

Harry waited until he was certain Draco was sleeping and got up quietly to leave the room. He had work to do.

~~~

Harry had decided that since they were going to find Morgana and ask for her help, he ought to learn everything he could about her. Unlike Necromancy, there was an abundance of information on her. The only problem was none of the stories matched up with each other. Morgana was real. Morgana was a legend. Every piece of literature seemed to offer a different explanation and there were so many conflicting theories, he hardly knew what to believe. One said Morgana was a fairy, another said she was a witch. Morgana was a ghost, she was dead, she was undead, she was a thousand years old. One said she was a prisoner, bound until she completed some task or another. And yet another said she was holding prisoners herself, who were bound to her, doing her bidding. Each new theory and idea made Harry’s head spin and he decided it would be for the best if he stopped, lest he drive himself mad.

Harry figured the best thing he could do was to try to find where Morgana was, or at least where they ought to start looking. Forest. The Oracle said something about a forest. But which one? How many forests were there? The only forest Harry knew for certain was the Forbidden Forest that was part of Hogwarts. Harry felt a pain in his chest when he thought of Hogwarts. He missed it. And although Harry would have loved nothing more to return he didn’t think it would be the best place to hide when they left the Headquarters. Hogwarts was probably the first place the Order would look for him.

Shaking his head Harry closed the book that was in front of him and pushed it aside. He was sick of books. He wanted Draco. His concern for Draco had reached its maximum capacity. There was nothing Harry could do and he still didn’t know the details surrounding what had happened to him.

Harry suddenly found himself at the door to their room. Without even realizing it his feet had carried him to Draco. Harry opened the door and let himself in quietly. Draco was curled up on his side and appeared to be sleeping. Harry wandered over to the bed and sat down. Draco didn’t stir. Harry stretched out next to him and lay so that he and Draco were face to face. Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco lightly on the nose. Draco’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hey,” Harry said softly.

“Hey,” Draco returned. He sat up a little, propping himself on his elbows.

“How are you feeling?” Harry asked.

“All right.”

That was a lie. And Harry knew it.

“What have you been doing all this time?”

“Researching Morgana.”

“And?”

“I don’t know,” Harry said honestly. “There’s too much information to know what’s real.”

Draco flopped back down putting his hand over his eyes. “I see,” he said.

“Draco?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you think we’re doing the right thing?”

Harry was again having second thoughts. He wondered if leaving to find Morgana was the right thing to do. Harry was sickened by his own self. In all of his life he’d never been so wishy-washy.

“I don’t see what the problem is here,” Draco said lightly. “You, yourself snuck out the other day when you followed the Order.”

“That was different. I was coming right back.”

“We’re coming back, too.”

“But when?”

“Soon.”

“As in ‘next week soon’, I bet.”

Draco sighed and took Harry’s hands in his. “Look, Harry,” Draco said in all seriousness. “You have to seize opportunities as they come. No one is going to do it for you.”

Harry knew Draco was right. He needed to start taking some initiative. He couldn’t continue to sit around researching while accomplishing nothing. It was time for action!

“Right then,” Harry said, feeling suddenly more confident. “We leave tomorrow!”