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Title: The empty room
Team: Aurors
Characters: Draco, Harry, Hermione, Luna, Narcissa
Rating: R
Warnings: Suggestion
Word count: 100x5
Challenge: #237 - nothing
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. I don't make money from writing the drabble.
Summary: After a Death Eater curse, Harry has to bring back Draco.
Notes: For

dracoharry100 and

hd_commentfest 's January photo prompt.

"Harry, the damage cannot be cured easily."

He ruffled his hair whilst he stared despondently at the closed door of Draco's room. "You sure, Luna?"

She fingered her necklace, squinting at the medical chart. "When he shielded you, stepping in front of that spell, he suffered its effects. His emotions have been emptied."

Harry's lips quivered. "All?"

"No, only those concerning you," said Luna, adjusting her Healer robes, "I believe he tried to form a shield of positive thoughts and it was wiped out."

She opened the door resolutely. "It's lucky I'm treating Draco. Healer Beaverbrook was ambushed by Nargles."

--

"Draco is inside, he hasn't been feeling well," said Narcissa as she opened the door.

Harry peered at the candlelight coming from the black space, creasing his eyebrows in confusion. Seeing that, she hastened to add, "This was to be your room when you married my son, but he's taken out all the furniture. He even changed the walls to black."

He sighed gustily whilst Narcissa gently squeezed his shoulder.

"Don't despair, Harry," she said firmly, "if anyone can bring my son back from the void he feels right now, it is you. You've dominated his thoughts for so long…"

--

Harry had to fight the urge to run his fingers through Draco's hair, which shined in the candlelight like molten gold.

"Who are you?" said Draco, squinting at him, "I've seen your posters, you're the Boy Who Lived!"

"Don't you remember?" Harry unconsciously joined his hands whilst he stared at the blank walls of the suite.

When Draco shook his head, Harry said, "Don't you recall me riding your cock in this room, back when it was painted a fiery green and red?"

Harry stood up and advanced towards the blond, who recoiled and babbled, "You won't do that, right?"

--

Hermione handed Harry a cup of tea laced with firewhiskey. "Do you recall what the Death Eater's spell sounded like?"

"Wasn't paying too much attention, Mione," he mumbled low under his breath, "nequaquam or something."

Harry held up his hands, "Wait! It was Draco who said that; the Death Eater was bragging, just like the late Voldemort did."

She stood up and grabbed a parchment, writing furiously. "That's a negation! If Draco knew the spell that would hit him, the incantation might be part of his defence!"

"You reckon?"

"Well," she shrugged, "the Unspeakables have their ways of doing things."

--

Harry gazed at Draco's sleeping face. Leaning towards him, he swished his wand over the alabaster forehead whilst he repeated the spell Hermione had found in one of her books.

Draco blearily opened his eyes, muttering, "What in Merlin's..."

"What do you remember last?"

"I recall sitting in that room, staring at nothing," drawled Draco, "waiting for that handsome bloke to return. Where were you, Potter?"

Harry smiled brightly. "Getting the spell to fix you, ungrateful prat!"

"I also recall you said something about riding cock." Draco leered whilst he patted his growing bulge under the duvet. "Care to try?"

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