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Title: The Recovery Boys Part XV
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content

Summary: The war is over...OK, now what? Harry Potter feels like he can really start living life! While one Draco Malfoy is about to give up on it after losing almost everything. Can these two lonely boys find salvation? Together? In each other?

***This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.

Harry landed not so gracefully in the apartment with Draco still in his arms. He laid Draco on the couch. Harry knelt down next to the couch and put his hand on Draco's forehead. He felt cold. Draco winced, his eyes looking up at Harry sadly.

"My face," Draco whispered.

"I should take you to the hospital," Harry told him.

"NO!" Draco shouted. He certainly had a lot of vigor for a person who had just been tortured. Harry gave Draco a look as if to say you-are-not-going-to-argue-with-me. "Please no." Draco sounded almost desperate.

"Draco," Harry tried to reason with him. "That burn, we have to get it healed. It could get infected if it doesn't heal properly."

It did look really bad, too. Though Harry didn't want to scare Draco by telling him this. The burn was very red and took up most of Draco's cheek. Harry thought that it might be a second degree burn and knew that in a couple days the burn would produce blisters. Harry had no idea if the blisters would scar. He hoped not. Not that he would care if Draco had a scar on his face. He would love Draco no matter what he looked like. But he knew that it would make Draco unhappy. Draco and Harry both had been through so much. Harry wanted them to just be normal for once. He just wanted them to be happy.

"It...It could?" Draco stumbled. "Give me a mirror."

Damn. Harry shook his head. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Draco was already in a state of shock. Letting him see himself like this might be enough to throw him over the edge. But they really needed to have something done. But Draco refused to go to the hospital. So what was Harry supposed to do? He could force him. But that really wasn't a very good solution. That would only make Draco resentful.

"Give me a mirror!" Draco demanded a little louder.

But Harry, still deep in thought, ignored him. Harry had to do something.

"Potter," Draco growled.

That caught Harry's attention. He took a long look at Draco. He actually looked kind of cute. Draco was holding a pillow against his chest and had his pouty expression on his face. That expression that said I-really-don't-like-what-you're-doing-or-why-you're-doing-it-so-you'd-better-stop-right-now!

"Sweetheart," Harry said. Draco raised an eyebrow, defiantly. "I really think we ought to go to the hospital."

Draco looked panic stricken. "NO!" he yelled. "No, no, I know about those places. OK? People go in but they don't came back out!"

OK...that was a rather odd thing to say. Draco was obviously going to be very unreasonable. Not that Harry could blame him. Harry himself also hated to go to the hospital. Harry sighed. They weren't getting anywhere this way. Making up his mind, Harry walked over to Draco and lifted him into his arms. Draco began to struggle, though Harry could tell it was half-heartedly. Draco must have been really worn out.

"Shhh, baby, don't," Harry soothed. "You're gonna kill yourself this way. It's alright. I'm not taking you to the hospital."

Draco relaxed in his arms, and pushed his face into Harry's neck. Draco took a few shaky breaths, breathing Harry's scent in deeply. Harry could tell he was trying not to cry.

"It's alright, love," Harry said, carrying Draco into the bathroom. "You can cry."

Draco did, too. What started as a few shaky breaths and a couple of tears running down the side of his face, was soon Draco crying so hard he almost couldn't breathe. His tears fell into his burn and the salt made it string, which made him cry even more. Harry sat down on the side of the bathtub and held him, rocking him back and forth and murmuring softly in his ear. Draco cried and cried and cried. Harry knew it couldn't be healthy for one person to cry so long. Harry stroked Draco's blond hair and tucked a strand behind his ear. Draco pulled back, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve, carefully avoiding his burn. Harry gave his a small kiss on the mouth and placed Draco (clothes and all) into the bathtub. Harry knew that he wasn't supposed to put a wet cloth on the burn, that would cause Draco's body temperature to drop. Butter or any kind of grease would increase the risk of infection. Harry considered using ice for a moment if only to help with the pain, but using ice made it likely for the burn to take longer to heal. So the only thing left to do was run cold water over it.

Harry turned on the faucet and waited for the water to run cold before he eased Draco's head underneath it. Draco moaned a little as the water hit his wound. And Harry knew it must be hurting like hell at that moment. Harry kept Draco there for about five minutes, before he turned the water off. Harry picked the now wet Draco up and carried him into the bedroom. He changed Draco into some of Harry's own pajamas, put him into bed and applied a clean white cloth over the burn.

Harry pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down, taking Draco's hand. Draco was exhausted, closed his eyes and almost immediately feel asleep. Harry pushed the blond locks out of Draco's eyes. They needed help. But who? Hermione, of course. She knew everything. Harry was certain that she would know how to magically treat burns.

Harry stood up, leaned over Draco and kissed him on the forehead, then Apparated directly into Ron and Hermione's flat. This time, both Hermione and Ron were sitting on the couch. Ron had his head in Hermione's lap and Hermione was holding a book with one hand and running her fingers through Ron's hair with the other.

Hermione was startled by the sudden appearance of Harry and dropped the book on Ron's head.

"Ow! 'Mione!" Ron complained, rubbing his head. He spotted Harry. "Speak of the devil! Harry, mate! Where's the fallen angel? You have another fight?"

Harry was going to let the 'fallen angel' comment slide for now.

"Hermione, I need your help!" Harry said, knowing he sounded frantic.

"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked. Harry told her the whole sorry story. "Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed. "Is he alright?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "For the time being. You know how to heal burns, don't you?"

"I do. But not as well as a hospital would," Hermione admitted.

"He refuses to go," Harry said.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, confused.

"Just what I said," Harry told him. "I suggested the idea and he freaked out."

Hermione and Ron didn't have anything to say to that. No one really could understand why. But no one decided to question it...for now, at least.

"So could you please come help him?" Harry felt like he was begging.

Hermione nodded. And all three of them Apparated back to Harry's flat.

Harry was exhausted and landed in a heap on the floor. Ron held out his hand and helped Harry up. Harry wondered for the first time what time it actually was. And he suddenly noticed that both Hermione and Ron were in their pajamas. He wanted to apologize, but now really wasn't the time.

"Harry?" called a voice that had to be Draco. "Harry? Is that you?"

Harry made his way as fast as he could to the bedroom. Draco was sitting up in bed and he looked extremely tense. He relaxed when he saw that it was Harry.

"Where were you?" Draco asked in a small voice. "I was frightened."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Harry apologized, rushing over to him. He sat down on the bed and pulled Draco into his arms. Draco sighed and rested his head against Harry's chest. "I went to get Ron and Hermione." He motioned to the doorway where Ron and Hermione were standing. Ron had his arm around Hermione's waist.

"Why?" Draco asked, nodding to them, to let them know that they were welcome. He was only confused.

"Hermione knows how to heal burns," Harry explained.

Draco raised his eyes to Hermione. "Would you...?"

"Of course!" Hermione said without hesitation. She pulled out her wand and walked over next to the bed. She took the cloth off of the burn and peered at it closely. "You were right, Harry. It looks like a second degree burn."

She began to mutter several incantations. And soon the burn was covered in an orange goo-like substance. Hermione stood up straight and said, "You'll need to keep that on for about twelve hours. It'd be best if you stay in bed and try to drink as much fluid as you can."

Draco nodded. "Thanks...Hermione." She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

"I'll be back in a second," Harry told Draco. He, Ron and Hermione went back to the living room.

"You should give him aspirin as often as you can, as well," Hermione instructed. "And if it gets worse, I'm afraid you'll need to take him to the hospital, whether he agrees to go or not."

"Thanks for everything, Hermione."

She waved her hand as if to say it was nothing. Ron then put his arm around her and they Apparated out of the flat.

Harry swept the hair out of his eyes and sighed. He felt like he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Why were he and Draco always being pushed around? Thank Merlin for Hermione and Ron. They really were the best friends Harry could ever ask for. Harry made his way back to the bedroom. Draco was lying down but his eyes were open.

"What's wrong, love?" Harry asked, sliding into bed next to him. Draco cuddled up to him. He didn't say anything. "Draco?"

"Why am I always screwing up everything?" Draco asked.

"Screwing up everything?" Harry questioned, bewildered. "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know. I'm just more trouble than I'm worth," Draco said.

"No you're not, and don't say you are! I don't want to hear you talking like that," Harry told him firmly.

"You sound like a father," Draco commented. "But you're not my father."

"It's a good thing, too," Harry said angrily, though his anger wasn't really directed at Draco. "I would have smacked you every time I heard you talking such shit about yourself. Then again, maybe it wouldn't have been such a bad thing if I had been your father. You wouldn't have such low self-esteem."

"But everything I said was true," Draco insisted.

"No, it wasn't, Draco," Harry told him. "I don't know what I would do without you. You have to believe me. I love you."

"I know. I love you, too...But..." Draco paused. "I don't want you to get hurt. Nothing good will come of you being with me. Don't you see? I don't have anything that belongs to me. Not even myself. I can't give you what you want."

"Stop it, Draco," Harry said, pressing his mouth against Draco's quickly. "That's for me to decide." Draco nodded. Harry traced Draco's mouth with his fingers. "And just so you know, you've already given me more than I ever imagined was possible."

A single tear fell out of Draco's eye and rolled slowly down his cheek.

"Sweetheart, why are you crying again?" Harry wiped away the tear with his hand.

"Nothing's wrong," Draco said, smiling for the first time since they got back. "These are happy tears."

Harry kissed him slowly. Draco pulled Harry as close as he could, deepening the kiss. They both pulled back, gasping for air.

"Please..." Draco panted.

"Please what, baby?" Harry asked, cupping the unburned side of Draco's face. "I'll do anything you want."

"I want you."

Harry laughed a little. "You already have me, love."

"Don't tempt a desperate boy," Draco said.

"But you're hurt..." Harry argued. He wasn't about to do anything to hurt Draco even more.

"We'll be careful. Please? I want it. I need it," Draco begged.

Harry never wanted to deny Draco anything. He nodded and slowly began removing Draco's clothes. Draco helped with trembling fingers. It was like their first time all over again. Both a little shy. Both a little uncertain. Harry took his time, going over every inch of Draco's body. What was it about Draco that Harry found so irresistible? Draco was hot, of course. And sweet...and sensitive. But there were a lot of people in the world that were hot, sweet and sensitive. Maybe it was because of the history that they both had. The history they shared and the similarities of their own individual histories. Their situations weren't so very different.

Draco moaned, throwing back his head. This image. It was like light shining into a dark room. The crack of lightning announced that it had begun to rain. Harry collapsed on top of Draco, a sweaty mess. Draco's breathing was very heavy and fast. He was exhausted now. Harry groaned and rolled off of Draco. Draco nestled himself up against him. Harry chuckled sleepily and kissed him on the top of his head. The rain drumming on the window and the sound of the thunder off in the distance acted as their lullaby, rocking them to sleep.

Description
Title: The Recovery Boys Part XV
Author: Ruby13b
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Warnings: Adult Language, Sexual Content

Summary: The war is over...OK, now what? Harry Potter feels like he can really start living life! While one Draco Malfoy is about to give up on it after losing almost everything. Can these two lonely boys find salvation? Together? In each other?

***This is a Harry/Draco fanfiction, meaning boy/boy. If you don't like, don't read. You have been warned.

Disclaimer: I own nothing and am owned by no one.

Harry landed not so gracefully in the apartment with Draco still in his arms. He laid Draco on the couch. Harry knelt down next to the couch and put his hand on Draco's forehead. He felt cold. Draco winced, his eyes looking up at Harry sadly.

"My face," Draco whispered.

"I should take you to the hospital," Harry told him.

"NO!" Draco shouted. He certainly had a lot of vigor for a person who had just been tortured. Harry gave Draco a look as if to say you-are-not-going-to-argue-with-me. "Please no." Draco sounded almost desperate.

"Draco," Harry tried to reason with him. "That burn, we have to get it healed. It could get infected if it doesn't heal properly."

It did look really bad, too. Though Harry didn't want to scare Draco by telling him this. The burn was very red and took up most of Draco's cheek. Harry thought that it might be a second degree burn and knew that in a couple days the burn would produce blisters. Harry had no idea if the blisters would scar. He hoped not. Not that he would care if Draco had a scar on his face. He would love Draco no matter what he looked like. But he knew that it would make Draco unhappy. Draco and Harry both had been through so much. Harry wanted them to just be normal for once. He just wanted them to be happy.

"It...It could?" Draco stumbled. "Give me a mirror."

Damn. Harry shook his head. That was the last thing he wanted to do. Draco was already in a state of shock. Letting him see himself like this might be enough to throw him over the edge. But they really needed to have something done. But Draco refused to go to the hospital. So what was Harry supposed to do? He could force him. But that really wasn't a very good solution. That would only make Draco resentful.

"Give me a mirror!" Draco demanded a little louder.

But Harry, still deep in thought, ignored him. Harry had to do something.

"Potter," Draco growled.

That caught Harry's attention. He took a long look at Draco. He actually looked kind of cute. Draco was holding a pillow against his chest and had his pouty expression on his face. That expression that said I-really-don't-like-what-you're-doing-or-why-you're-doing-it-so-you'd-better-stop-right-now!

"Sweetheart," Harry said. Draco raised an eyebrow, defiantly. "I really think we ought to go to the hospital."

Draco looked panic stricken. "NO!" he yelled. "No, no, I know about those places. OK? People go in but they don't came back out!"

OK...that was a rather odd thing to say. Draco was obviously going to be very unreasonable. Not that Harry could blame him. Harry himself also hated to go to the hospital. Harry sighed. They weren't getting anywhere this way. Making up his mind, Harry walked over to Draco and lifted him into his arms. Draco began to struggle, though Harry could tell it was half-heartedly. Draco must have been really worn out.

"Shhh, baby, don't," Harry soothed. "You're gonna kill yourself this way. It's alright. I'm not taking you to the hospital."

Draco relaxed in his arms, and pushed his face into Harry's neck. Draco took a few shaky breaths, breathing Harry's scent in deeply. Harry could tell he was trying not to cry.

"It's alright, love," Harry said, carrying Draco into the bathroom. "You can cry."

Draco did, too. What started as a few shaky breaths and a couple of tears running down the side of his face, was soon Draco crying so hard he almost couldn't breathe. His tears fell into his burn and the salt made it string, which made him cry even more. Harry sat down on the side of the bathtub and held him, rocking him back and forth and murmuring softly in his ear. Draco cried and cried and cried. Harry knew it couldn't be healthy for one person to cry so long. Harry stroked Draco's blond hair and tucked a strand behind his ear. Draco pulled back, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve, carefully avoiding his burn. Harry gave his a small kiss on the mouth and placed Draco (clothes and all) into the bathtub. Harry knew that he wasn't supposed to put a wet cloth on the burn, that would cause Draco's body temperature to drop. Butter or any kind of grease would increase the risk of infection. Harry considered using ice for a moment if only to help with the pain, but using ice made it likely for the burn to take longer to heal. So the only thing left to do was run cold water over it.

Harry turned on the faucet and waited for the water to run cold before he eased Draco's head underneath it. Draco moaned a little as the water hit his wound. And Harry knew it must be hurting like hell at that moment. Harry kept Draco there for about five minutes, before he turned the water off. Harry picked the now wet Draco up and carried him into the bedroom. He changed Draco into some of Harry's own pajamas, put him into bed and applied a clean white cloth over the burn.

Harry pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down, taking Draco's hand. Draco was exhausted, closed his eyes and almost immediately feel asleep. Harry pushed the blond locks out of Draco's eyes. They needed help. But who? Hermione, of course. She knew everything. Harry was certain that she would know how to magically treat burns.

Harry stood up, leaned over Draco and kissed him on the forehead, then Apparated directly into Ron and Hermione's flat. This time, both Hermione and Ron were sitting on the couch. Ron had his head in Hermione's lap and Hermione was holding a book with one hand and running her fingers through Ron's hair with the other.

Hermione was startled by the sudden appearance of Harry and dropped the book on Ron's head.

"Ow! 'Mione!" Ron complained, rubbing his head. He spotted Harry. "Speak of the devil! Harry, mate! Where's the fallen angel? You have another fight?"

Harry was going to let the 'fallen angel' comment slide for now.

"Hermione, I need your help!" Harry said, knowing he sounded frantic.

"Harry, what is it?" Hermione asked. Harry told her the whole sorry story. "Oh my God!" Hermione exclaimed. "Is he alright?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "For the time being. You know how to heal burns, don't you?"

"I do. But not as well as a hospital would," Hermione admitted.

"He refuses to go," Harry said.

"What do you mean?" Ron asked, confused.

"Just what I said," Harry told him. "I suggested the idea and he freaked out."

Hermione and Ron didn't have anything to say to that. No one really could understand why. But no one decided to question it...for now, at least.

"So could you please come help him?" Harry felt like he was begging.

Hermione nodded. And all three of them Apparated back to Harry's flat.

Harry was exhausted and landed in a heap on the floor. Ron held out his hand and helped Harry up. Harry wondered for the first time what time it actually was. And he suddenly noticed that both Hermione and Ron were in their pajamas. He wanted to apologize, but now really wasn't the time.

"Harry?" called a voice that had to be Draco. "Harry? Is that you?"

Harry made his way as fast as he could to the bedroom. Draco was sitting up in bed and he looked extremely tense. He relaxed when he saw that it was Harry.

"Where were you?" Draco asked in a small voice. "I was frightened."

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," Harry apologized, rushing over to him. He sat down on the bed and pulled Draco into his arms. Draco sighed and rested his head against Harry's chest. "I went to get Ron and Hermione." He motioned to the doorway where Ron and Hermione were standing. Ron had his arm around Hermione's waist.

"Why?" Draco asked, nodding to them, to let them know that they were welcome. He was only confused.

"Hermione knows how to heal burns," Harry explained.

Draco raised his eyes to Hermione. "Would you...?"

"Of course!" Hermione said without hesitation. She pulled out her wand and walked over next to the bed. She took the cloth off of the burn and peered at it closely. "You were right, Harry. It looks like a second degree burn."

She began to mutter several incantations. And soon the burn was covered in an orange goo-like substance. Hermione stood up straight and said, "You'll need to keep that on for about twelve hours. It'd be best if you stay in bed and try to drink as much fluid as you can."

Draco nodded. "Thanks...Hermione." She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.

"I'll be back in a second," Harry told Draco. He, Ron and Hermione went back to the living room.

"You should give him aspirin as often as you can, as well," Hermione instructed. "And if it gets worse, I'm afraid you'll need to take him to the hospital, whether he agrees to go or not."

"Thanks for everything, Hermione."

She waved her hand as if to say it was nothing. Ron then put his arm around her and they Apparated out of the flat.

Harry swept the hair out of his eyes and sighed. He felt like he was on the edge of a nervous breakdown. Why were he and Draco always being pushed around? Thank Merlin for Hermione and Ron. They really were the best friends Harry could ever ask for. Harry made his way back to the bedroom. Draco was lying down but his eyes were open.

"What's wrong, love?" Harry asked, sliding into bed next to him. Draco cuddled up to him. He didn't say anything. "Draco?"

"Why am I always screwing up everything?" Draco asked.

"Screwing up everything?" Harry questioned, bewildered. "Where is this coming from?"

"I don't know. I'm just more trouble than I'm worth," Draco said.

"No you're not, and don't say you are! I don't want to hear you talking like that," Harry told him firmly.

"You sound like a father," Draco commented. "But you're not my father."

"It's a good thing, too," Harry said angrily, though his anger wasn't really directed at Draco. "I would have smacked you every time I heard you talking such shit about yourself. Then again, maybe it wouldn't have been such a bad thing if I had been your father. You wouldn't have such low self-esteem."

"But everything I said was true," Draco insisted.

"No, it wasn't, Draco," Harry told him. "I don't know what I would do without you. You have to believe me. I love you."

"I know. I love you, too...But..." Draco paused. "I don't want you to get hurt. Nothing good will come of you being with me. Don't you see? I don't have anything that belongs to me. Not even myself. I can't give you what you want."

"Stop it, Draco," Harry said, pressing his mouth against Draco's quickly. "That's for me to decide." Draco nodded. Harry traced Draco's mouth with his fingers. "And just so you know, you've already given me more than I ever imagined was possible."

A single tear fell out of Draco's eye and rolled slowly down his cheek.

"Sweetheart, why are you crying again?" Harry wiped away the tear with his hand.

"Nothing's wrong," Draco said, smiling for the first time since they got back. "These are happy tears."

Harry kissed him slowly. Draco pulled Harry as close as he could, deepening the kiss. They both pulled back, gasping for air.

"Please..." Draco panted.

"Please what, baby?" Harry asked, cupping the unburned side of Draco's face. "I'll do anything you want."

"I want you."

Harry laughed a little. "You already have me, love."

"Don't tempt a desperate boy," Draco said.

"But you're hurt..." Harry argued. He wasn't about to do anything to hurt Draco even more.

"We'll be careful. Please? I want it. I need it," Draco begged.

Harry never wanted to deny Draco anything. He nodded and slowly began removing Draco's clothes. Draco helped with trembling fingers. It was like their first time all over again. Both a little shy. Both a little uncertain. Harry took his time, going over every inch of Draco's body. What was it about Draco that Harry found so irresistible? Draco was hot, of course. And sweet...and sensitive. But there were a lot of people in the world that were hot, sweet and sensitive. Maybe it was because of the history that they both had. The history they shared and the similarities of their own individual histories. Their situations weren't so very different.

Draco moaned, throwing back his head. This image. It was like light shining into a dark room. The crack of lightning announced that it had begun to rain. Harry collapsed on top of Draco, a sweaty mess. Draco's breathing was very heavy and fast. He was exhausted now. Harry groaned and rolled off of Draco. Draco nestled himself up against him. Harry chuckled sleepily and kissed him on the top of his head. The rain drumming on the window and the sound of the thunder off in the distance acted as their lullaby, rocking them to sleep.