Do Over (Drarry)

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          Draco stayed back ways watching Harry interact with Buckbeak. He was petting him, hugging him, and he even got to go for a ride. Eventually Hagrid came out with other creatures but Draco still stayed back allowing Harry to have some fun.  He was never to fond of the creatures after Buckbeak.

          After about two hours of playing, Hagrid put all the creatures away and asked the boys to join him for tea. Draco agreed and Harry was so happy that Draco was joining in again that he grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. 

          When they were all sat down, Harry insisted on sitting on Draco's lap but Draco didn't mind at all, he just wrapped his arms around Harry and drank his tea.

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          Harry was watching some television on the sofa as Draco sat on the arm chair reading his book.

          "Draco?" Harry whispered. Draco looked up from his book and noticed Harry was holding his nose.

          "What's wrong?" Draco hopped up from his seat and rushed next to Harry.

          "My nose is bleeding." Harry told him so Draco gently took his hand off his nose. Blood was oozing out of Harry's nose.

          "Were you picking it?" Draco inquired raising his eyebrow. Harry blushed so Draco took that as a yes. He pulled out a handkerchief and pinched Harry's nose gently to stop the blood.  "You're gonna stop doing that, yeah?"
           "Yeah I promise." He said. He paled considerably so Draco put his legs onto the couch. 

          "Just focus on me, you look ready to pass out." Draco soothed.

          "I'm not feeling too well." Harry admitted.

          "It's the blood. You don't like the sight of it but it's okay." Draco let go Harry's nose noting the blood had stopped.  Draco wiped the blood off his face that remained. "Are you okay now?"

          "Yeah I am." Harry nodded. Draco leaned in and kissed Harry's forehead. "Draco?"

          "Yes Harry?" He asked looking down a bit.

          "Why aren't my parents here?" He asked and Draco sighed. He soothed Harry's hair before pulling him into arms.

          "Harry when you're older, I will tell you."

          "But Draco." Harry whined. "You said that when I was littler!"

          "Younger." Draco corrected. "I know I told you that but you're not old enough to understand." Harry pouted at Draco and wiggled out of his grip.

          "Please?"

          "Not tonight Harry." Draco stroked his hair. "Okay? I will tell you some other day." Draco promised.

          "Promise?"

          "I promise but not until you're older, okay?"

          "Okay."  Harry cuddled up to Draco and hugged him tightly. Draco wrapped his arms around him and held him. "I love you Draco."

          "I love you too Harry." Draco told him. "Get ready for dinner yeah? We'll go to the Great Hall."

          "Can we stay here?" Harry asked him.

          "You don't want to go see Blaise or Neville? We had so much fun with them today." Draco pointed out but Harry shook his head.

          "I jus' wanna be with you tonight, if that's okay?" Harry questioned.  Draco sighed but agreed.

          "Okay, what do you want to eat? Some fish sticks?" He asked.

          "Yeah that sounds good, some chips too yeah?"

          "No not tonight. How about some broccoli?" He questioned.

          "Okay." Harry said and Draco kissed Harrys head.

          "Go get ready."

          Draco knew the reason why Harry only wanted him because he was upset. He knew he clung to Draco when he got like this and Draco didn't mind. He didn't mind being the one to make Harry happy.

          So after dinner was served, Draco allowed Harry to cuddle with him on the couch as they watched a film about a fish that got kidnapped and his father set off to find him with a fellow fish. Harry had his head in Draco's lap and Draco played with his hair until he fell asleep.

          Draco frowned and kissed Harry's head.

          "I'm so sorry Harry. Your parents are dead but don't you worry, we'll get revenge. Not only because of Dumbledore but those wretched relatives of yours." And he meant it. Once Harry was sixteen again, he would seek vengeance.