𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐇/𝐃/𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐄 2008

Splintered (2/4)

Chapter 2

Chapter Text

Splintered, (2/4)

Harry stood frozen by the window as Malfoy headed to the door. His mind was clearly befuddled from the muddle of emotions as well as the stress he was feeling that morning because he could have sworn Draco Malfoy had just flirted with him. Clearly he was losing his mind. Of all the stuck up purebloods in the wizarding world, Malfoy was the last who would possibly be not only gay, but interested in him.

He pushed away the confusion and sprang into action as Malfoy reached the threshold, hurrying to catch up. He was obviously overlaying his attraction to Malfoy with the reality of the situation.

He followed Malfoy as he made his way through St. Mungo's and out into Muggle London. They both paused once they were outside, going only far enough to find an alley suitable for Apparation.

"Where to now, Malfoy?" Harry asked. He gave Malfoy a once over, purely to ensure that he was hale enough to perform the spell. If he lingered momentarily on the leanness of Malfoy's hips or the elegant planes of his face, well, who was he harming?

"Diagon Alley of course," Malfoy said as if it were obvious. Harry rolled his eyes, but Malfoy continued. "I won't get far without a wand now, will I?" Harry had the grace to flush. Perhaps it was obvious after all.

"Do me a favour and Apparate us to the Leaky, Potter?" Malfoy asked. "Apparating without a wand takes it out of me, and I've just come off my death bed."

"Uh, sure, yeah," Harry stammered as Malfoy held his arm out for Harry to take.

Harry Apparated them to a nook just outside of Flourish and Blott's. He was pleased to see that he hadn't splinched either of them, considering his body's reaction to Malfoy's closeness. Harry took a deep breath and was disappointed to smell the reek of the hospital masking Malfoy's own scent. He sighed in loss as Malfoy stepped back, straightening his robes as he headed into Diagon Alley without a word to Harry. Harry was struck for a moment with how much he wanted to learn the way Malfoy smelled when he was fresh from the shower, but even more he wanted to know how he smelled when he was sweaty and shaking with Harry on top of him, pinning his hard body to the bed. Harry had to gulp in a few deep breaths to bring himself back under control before following Malfoy to the long since re-opened Ollivander's.

He caught up with Malfoy as he entered the shop, pleased to see that, although he looked even older than he had at the end of the war, Ollivander was still hard at work creating new wands. Harry hung back a bit as Draco told the old man that he needed a new wand, but he stepped up to the counter beside Malfoy when Ollivander went into the back of the store to gather one of of his newest creations.

"So Malfoy," he began. "Why do you think the attacker broke your wand?"

Malfoy froze but his eyes flickered shut as if he was remembering something he would rather have forgotten. Harry's instinct told him that Malfoy knew why, but he doubted he would get the truth out of the man, today, anyway. He was beginning to realize that he was going to have to work the answers out of Malfoy. It was surprising to find how much he was looking forward to the task.

"I'm not sure. Perhaps he just wanted the blow to be that much harder to take. As if he just didn't like me and wanted to cause as much pain as he could without killing me." Malfoy's voice was tight and Harry got the feeling that, in this instance, Malfoy was telling the truth. The real question was, why?

He was interrupted from asking more when the door opened and a familiar voice called his name. He turned in surprise to see that it was indeed Charlie Weasley who had come through the door.