s e r p e n t {a drarry fic}

~18~

Song: Castle - Halsey (slowed)

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"Pleasure. You see, I need Malfoy Jr here for a little something. Move along, and you can go on without harm." Voldemort sneered.

Harry glared. "Well, too bad I'm not leaving. Pity." Harry insisted, a faded smirk on his face.

Draco spoke softly, his tone so quiet that it broke Harry's heart. "Please go. It's not worth it. You're disarmed."

Harry whipped around to face Draco, and kneeled on the ground in front of him.  "I'm not leaving you here. Understand?"

Draco nodded, but still just wished to get what he believed he deserved after all those years.

"What business do you have saving your arch nemesis of 7 years anyways? Harry Potter: Golden boy who saves everyone." Voldemort snickered, causally strolling inside from the rustic doorway he had been leaning on. "This fool has done nothing but disrespect you, and yet you still risk your life for him. It's pathetic, really."

Harry turned back to face him, standing up.

"It doesn't take a 'world savior' to help someone. It's called being a good person." Harry snapped, his eyes narrowing.

"Ah, well then, good person, surely you can handle.." Voldemort paused, running his wand along the cracks in the wood on an old desk. "This. Crucio!"

Harry fell to the ground, glaring at Voldemort as he did so.

Voldemort took the opportunity to snatch Draco by the arm and he begun dragging him away from Harry, most likely to apparate him away.

Harry recovered too quickly for Voldemort's schemes, though.

He launched his arms for Draco's waist and tackled him from behind, causing him to slip from Voldemort's reach. His arms still wrapped around Draco who was now practically trapped underneath him, he apparated them back to their dorm.

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"Do you think it's bad enough to have to go to Madam Pomfrey's?" Harry asked, helping Draco from the floor. Draco just shrugged.

"Well, what did he do to you? Just curses? Actual torture?" Harry pressed, still holding on to Draco's shoulder to keep him from falling over.

"Actual torture." The blonde muttered. Harry nodded.

"Can I look? And make sure that you don't have to go to the hospital wing?" Harry asked softly.

Draco nodded sadly.

Harry gently pulled Draco's dark green cardigan from his head, and begun carefully unbuttoning the buttons on his undershirt. He slid the shirt from Draco's arms, revealing his bruised and bloody chest. Though he healed the Sectumsepra, there were still other wounds from what he assumed to be brutal beatings.

Harry glanced into Draco's eyes sadly, before going to inspect his cuts and bruises. "Bloody hell Malfoy. Have you been eating?"

His incredibly skinny torso was littered with open gashes and dark bruises, and his arms had many burn marks, especially on the area that his dark mark resided. Aw, poor thing.

"I-" Harry begun to speak, but stopped at a loss of words. "You should go to the hospital wing."

"Please don't make me. I don't want to explain that." Draco pleaded, his voice filling with fear.

"Okay. Okay-" Harry started, scrambling in his head for an idea. "Um, I'll go stop by Ollivander's and see if my wand is ready. You should go wash off. I reckon the water'll help." He suggested.

Draco nodded, still feeling incredibly exposed just standing there shirtless.

He started to walk towards the bathroom, when a hand on his bicep stopped him. "Wait, Malf- Draco." He heard the messy haired boy speak.

The blonde spun around to face him.

"Just try and get your mind off of it, okay?" Harry suggested with a sorrowful smile, noticing Draco's distress and odd silence.

"Uh, right. T-thank you for saving me, Pot- Harry." Draco shifted uncomfortably. Malfoy's don't thank, they only acknowledge.

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Harry arrived to Ollivander's shortly after, the familiar bell ringing as he entered. "Ah, Harry! Nice to see you again. What can I help you with?" Garrick asked cheerfully, but his smile fading as he saw how dirty and troubled Harry appeared. "What happened to you, son?"

"Oh, just got a little dirty. I haven't gotten a chance to shower, obviously. I came to ask if my wand was ready?"

"Ah, yes. Your wand. I just finished yours this morning. Malfoy's isn't near done though." Garrick explained. "I suppose you can have yours now, though."

"Really? Thanks so much!" The raven exclaimed.

"On one condition, though. I cannot give you your wand unless Draco is aware of the bond." Garrick explained.

"I know that he is aware of it, but I don't think he realizes that he's got the bond with me." Harry shrugged.

"Uh, that'll be fine then. You still should tell him soon." Ollivander suggested.

"Will do, sir." Harry smiled.

Garrick nodded, fumbling around for a box in his desk. He pulled out a burgundy red box, littered with golden speckles. On the end, there was a golden plate with Harry J. Potter written on it.

Garrick opened the box, and unfolded the red cloth, revealing his wand. It was about 12 inches long, and the handle was black with a swirly design. The handle was thicker than the rest of the wand. The long part of the wand was dark brown with beautiful engravings down the sides.

"Merlin's beard! It's beautiful!" Harry admired.

Garrick grinned. "Well, go along now. Test it."

Harry gave the wand a wave, and it bonded better with him than any wand has ever before. Flashes of red magic circled around Harry for a moment, before residing back into the wand. Pleasure seared through his body, the magic pulsating with happiness inside him.

"Beautiful. Just as I hoped for. Well, go on now. I expect you'll send Malfoy within a few days, yes?" Garrick asked.

"Of course sir. Thank you."