It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Thirteen: In which he finally becomes big again
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Draco massaged the slightly sore skin around his neck and cursed inwardly, a pang (of hurt) jolting through him. He gazed forlornly at the once again unconscious figure beside him, and even though he knew Harry's body had been controlled by something, someone, making it necessary to render him immobile for the time being, he had hoped that he would not have to hurt him again. He leaned over the boy, gazing at his well-defined features, and as all the bottled-up feelings he felt for the golden boy welled up in his chest, he couldn't help but plant a gentle light kiss on his forehead.

"I'm sorry I had to do that to you," he murmured, worry flickering across his eyes for a second, before it vanished and eyes set in steel reappeared," I'll fix this mess I made, I promise."

A shadow crept across Draco's face as he bent over the limp figure on the bed and picked him up bridal style, ensuring that Harry's head was comfortably tucked into the nook of his shoulder before Draco moved out of his room and into the potions room. Setting Harry down in one of the large recliner armchairs in the room, Draco skulked over to his workbench and resumed his brewing.

Some hours into his work later, Draco finally struck jackpot. He gazed at the cauldron of now deep purple liquid with streaks of silver in front of him, there seemed to be something different about the aura of this attempt. After delicately measuring out a vial of the liquid, he fed it to a nearby shrunken mongrel and waited with bated breath. A low whine escaped from the puppy as it collapsed onto the floor of the cage while trembling furiously, as a wave of shivers swept through the little canine. Draco soon discovered that 'little' would not be the proper word to describe the dog, as merely a few seconds after, the once puppy had morphed back into its original size. He let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and flicked his wand at the now snarling beast and it collapsed, breathing heavily.

Performing a few simple, followed by more complicated scans on the mongrel, Draco could then finally ascertain that this last batch that he brewed was most definitely stable. Trying it out on a few more animals and achieving the same results, a smirk finally broke out on his face. He let out a deep chuckle, "Who knew a lizard's leg would have been necessary? Even though it had been completely accidental..."

Scurrying to calculate and measure out the exact amount to give Harry, Draco swept around the room hurriedly. He had a nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he seemed to be forgetting something, something important yet dangerous, but he couldn't concentrate enough on anything else other than getting Potter back to normal. Pushing the sinking feeling out of the way so he could work on the measurements, he soon had a vial full of his newest concoction. He had never understood just how much of a genius he was, but right now he seemed to have realised the truth of that fact, for the most part.

For now though, he made his way towards the chair he had laid Harry to rest in, another small wave of guilt washing over him, and sat by the side of the sleeping child, running his plans through his mind for what seemed to be the hundredth time. Feed Harry the potion. Wait for it to work. Obliviate him (He cringed at the thought) then send him back to his apartment. And finally, finally, he would be able to rest, and maybe once in a long, long while, get Potter out of his head after all these years. Draco hadn't counted on seeing him again after so long, and most certainly not under those deplorable conditions.

(He suppressed a shudder at the thought of the tears in Harry's eyes after he read the letter, and when he saw that Malfoy was not dead after all, 'too evil' he had said, 'to die'. It was true, after all he hadn't expected Potter to have forgiven him after everything he had done during the war. He was Slytherin enough to recognise that no matter how much of a hero complex there was in the Gryffindor, some things most certainly couldn't be forgiven. Moping aside, he steeled himself once again, to the fact that he would never receive love, especially since he never did deserve it after all.)

Letting out a longing sigh as he gazed at the sleeping boy, he unstoppered the vial of purple liquid, before swiftly pouring the liquid down the boy's throat. Draco laid Potter back down on the reclined armchair and watched anxiously as the boy let out a soft gasp before twitching furiously on the bed for a few moments. A blink, and there was no longer a boy, but a man who now lay on the wing chair. Draco let out his breath he didn't know he was holding, and proceeded to do a number of scans to make sure that he was perfectly alright.

Okay so, feed Potter the potion, check. Wait for it to work (and check that he was alright), check. Obliviate hi- Mid-thought, Draco was hit with a series of uncontrolled tremors that racked his body violently and he collapsed onto the floor. His throat burned uncontrollably, as did the rest of his body, and he had a sinking feeling that his body had just reminded him what exactly that nagging feeling at the back of his mind was.

'The potion!' he thought numbly as pain continued to sear his body, ' I've put it off for way too long, firstly because of the war, then because it was simply too dangerous, with mates and bonding...' As Draco struggled to think straight, he heaved himself off the ground and stumbled towards his bathroom. He always kept that potion in the toilet because it's the last place anyone would go to destroy anything. That, and the fact that he didn't want to mix it up with any of the other brews. He reached his toilet in record time, considering he almost couldn't feel his legs anymore, and fumbled to unlock the secret chamber behind his toilet mirror.

"Salazar Slytherin!" Draco hissed, reaching out to grab the green potion that was supposed to be behind the mirror as it swung open like Hogwarts' guarding portraits, and stopped short. All that there was left in the shelf was an empty flask. 'This is not good,' Draco growled in his head, 'Not good at all. Father. I need Father here now. I don't think I can...'

Too late did he realise that he had left his wand on his workbench, so he concentrated every last ounce of energy he had left from the pain and cast his Patronus.

"Tell Father I need him at my apartment now. The potion, it ran out and I can't make a new batch in time. I need him here now. Go. " Draco watched weakly as his Patronus nodded in reply and headed through the wall of his apartment.

The walls of his toilet swirled and he collapsed onto the floor, his vision turning black.
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Hey there! Ok I gave yall some fluff don't get mad now alright. I'm sorry they still aren't together yet although Potter is finally big again but I was reading a whole bunch of fics to get my shipping flame burning strong again aaaand I was influenced (Gomenasai!) so well. Maybe you could guess what Malfoy is hehe if anyone succeeds I'll post the next chapter in a week otherwise I'll just do it otot HAHA let the games begin.

On a completely unrelated note what in the world is watty awards can someone tell me pls

I hope you enjoyed that! (caus I did hehe it was fun) and if anyone watches Durarara (an anime I give 1000 out of 10 so go watch it gdi) I have a new fic too so check it out. Anyway if yall spot any mistakes pls let me know I hate bad language in stories!
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