Harry had finally finished his Transfiguration examination, now he had charms. He was nervous even if he knew would have at least scraped an E because of the studying he did with Draco in the Library's Secret Room. But he also studied with Ron and Hermione on most nights, as he promised her.

He watched Hermione and a few other students leaving the chamber into the Great Hall. Nervous butterflies filling his stomach, but they were nowhere near as fluttery whenever he was with Draco before they even started dating. Like when Draco just enters a room, the butterflies come alive. Why is he thinking of this now when he has examinations to do? Snap out of it, Harry, he thought while pinching the back of his hand.

Finally, his name was called by Professor Flitwick. He entered the classroom finding the Wizard who was described to him. Professor Tofty, it was. A bald man, very bald man and ancient indeed. How are wizards and witches still alive if they had been examining students since Dumbledore was his age? How is that even possible? Surely there isn't actually any spells, right? Merlin... If there were. What if they all were using some kind of stone... like the Philosopher's stone. C'mon Harry, he thought. Snap out of these thoughts! You have an examination to do.

But as he locked eyes with Draco, he smiled and winked at him. It seemed he was halfway through his examination already. He hoped he was doing okay, but knowing the Slytherin, he would have been doing great!

Draco blinked and smiled dreamily at Harry while losing concentration of his spell and the wine glass he levitated fell to the floor and smashed. He didn't even flinch at the loud noise the wine glass made as his heart was thumping loud in his chest as his boyfriend entered the Great Hall with his usual hot black mess of hair, gorgeous green eyes staring back at him. He felt like he was falling off his chair. He actually nearly did fall off his chair but managed to steady himself.

Draco's examiner waved his hand over the Slytherin's eyes, but Draco did not blink or look up at him. His eyes were focused on his boyfriend with that dreamy smile just for Harry.

Harry grimaced as he knew that was his fault. Oh, how he hoped that wouldn't have affected Draco's grades. But it was quite hilarious when he noticed that Draco didn't even look up at his examiner when his hand waved over Draco's eyes. It was adorable knowing that he was a distraction to Draco. He just hoped he wasn't a complete distraction. When Draco gave him a reassuring smile, he nodded and headed to Professor Tofty.

*****

"You sodding idiot," Draco muttered into his ear as Harry struggled in his arms under the gleeful eye of Umbridge. "What the hell were you thinking?"

"Take his wand," Umbridge tutted over to Draco. Draco reached into Harry's pocket and slid out the wand. Harry watched as Draco adjusted his features into a look of amusement and casually flipped Harry's wand up in the air.

"Mr Malfoy, be so kind as to fetch Professor Snape. Tell him I require more Veritaserum."

Draco looked over at Harry, their eyes locked for a minute and then Harry smiled.

When Draco returned with Snape, he could tell that Draco had been yelled at by the Potions master. He was pale, paler than usual. Snape swept into the room and Harry could feel the anger radiating off him. He almost sagged with relief when Snape told Umbridge that there was no more Veritaserum in his storerooms.

Harry wasn't sure what would happen next, and when Hermione started to babble about a weapon, He looked at Hermione in disbelief. She must have had a plan, but he didn't have a clue about what it was. He saw Draco giving him a curious look but just shrugged and winked.

When Umbridge announced that she would go with Harry and Hermione to retrieve the secret weapon he saw Draco straighten up. Harry knew that Draco was thinking that this could be the chance they needed to get away. If Draco could slip him his wand there was a chance. Three to one against Umbridge would make it easy. He heard Draco volunteer help guard them. His hopes were dashed as he heard Umbridge turned down Draco's offer. She hurried Hermione and Harry out the door. Harry gave one last look to Draco standing in the middle of the room, his face set.

*****

Harry looked at the group of Gryffindors that met Hermione and him as they emerged from the Forbidden Forest. A grinning Ron handed his wand back to him. "How did you get away?" he asked Ron quickly. "Erm, what happened to Draco and the others?"

"It was almost too easy, and Draco helped us get away," said Ron, patting Harry on the back with a wheeze. They did have to run from the Forbidden Forest and halfway to the castle. "Ginny got him with the Bat Bogey Hex just for the sake of it."

"Oh?" Harry said. He hoped Draco was okay though. The poor thing.

"She is the master of it." Ron laughed. Harry had to laugh; Draco was going to be furious but at least he wouldn't be permanently injured by it. He looked at his wand, trust Draco to find a way to help. He slid his wand into his pocket. Sirius was in trouble, it had been hours since he had his vision, he had to focus on getting to the Department of Mysteries.

*****

Harry walked slowly down the stairs from Dumbledore's office. He hadn't felt this depressed since Cedric's death. But even thinking of that night, he just felt worse and knew what he needed to do. It was always how he coped with his dark thoughts and depression. His thoughts were filled with the last vision he had of Sirius disappearing behind the veil, of the prophecy. 'I killed Sirius Black', was ringing in his ears. Godamn Bellatrix Lestrange. 'I killed Sirius Black,' It felt like it was haunting him repeatedly. He felt his tears well up in his eyes and he quickly wiped them away with his sleeve so nobody could see. But the tears just kept coming.

Lost in his thoughts, Harry blindly walked into someone. Backing away he apologized and looked around. The corridor was filled with students hurrying to breakfast. He looked at their smiling faces as they moved around him. They had no idea, he thought, that the world had changed. For them, this day was just the same as yesterday. He wished it were yesterday, that he could turn back time again and save Sirius.

But he could not, he could not deal with this emotional pain right now, and he didn't what to think about what only happened seconds, minutes and hours ago. It was his fault anyway, the death of Sirius and Cedric. It was his fault that his own friends had gotten themselves injured in the Department of Mysteries. He needed to rid of the guilt, pain and depression. He walked numbly towards the Transfiguration Courtyard and made his way to the founder's bedrooms. Godrick's bathroom he needed to go to.

And while Harry headed to Godrick's bedroom, Draco was rushing through the corridors as he's been anxious about his Gryffindor boyfriend. 12 hours Harry had been gone for, and in those 12 hours, Draco had been worried about Harry's whereabouts and mental state. He had caught a glimpse of black hair but knew there are so many black-haired boys in Hogwarts. But still, he followed the boy to where he knew was the Transfiguration Courtyard.

Harry stumbled when opening the sink cupboard, pulling out the tissue box and grabbed his blade. Immediately rolling up his sleeves, he sliced the blade across his skin hard where there were not any cuts. It seemed that he is running out of space to put his art, so he'd have to cut over previous cuts. Mesmerized, he watched as the thick scarlet blood formed in a line and then rolled down his arm. This is exactly what I needed, to feel numb. He sliced the blade across his skin four more times, feeling the numbness overwhelm him once again.

He wanted to cut more, needed more. But this isn't enough. He cut five more times, the last two cuts the deepest and bled the most. The smell of blood, almost a metallic smell filled the air. He felt dizzy. Really, he didn't care if he fainted from blood loss again as he didn't mind it. He's fainted before, even if he felt worse after. He let himself be taken into the darkness, slowly nodding off, his blade rolling out of his hand onto the cold tiled floor and his back fell against the closed sink cupboard.

Draco frowned as he saw Harry enter the tunnel to the bedrooms. He looked around his surroundings and made sure nobody was about. When the coast was clear, he muttered an "Alohomora" at the wall and entered through. The Hufflepuff bedroom was open. He walked over to the yellow and black door, peeking inside but seeing nobody in the room. He checked the bathroom just in case and felt relieved as it was empty. But as he walked back into the bright yellow room, he noticed the green door to the left of the room was open.

Without hesitation, he entered through the green door and wandered down the stairs until he came to the next three doors. The red door was slightly open. The painful lump in his throat had formed and he had this horrible feeling in his stomach when looking at the door. He slowly pushed open the door so he could enter, he didn't dare look at the furnishings as he had his boyfriend as his only priority to find. He looked around the room but still didn't find Harry anywhere. There was only the bathroom door that he could see that was shut. Swallowing down the heavy lump in his throat, he briskly walked over to the door and stared at the knob. He didn't even know his hands were shaking as he grabbed the knob, twisted it and opened the door.

When walking in, his eyes filled up with tears at the familiar shocking sight before him. It reminded him of Ivy's suicide, but he just hoped this wasn't what he thought it was. He leaned against the closest wall, staring at his boyfriend whose face was almost deathly pale, arms bleeding with droplets of blood on the floor. "No!" He sank to the floor with his back against the wall, letting the tears fall and feeling this heavy feeling in his heart. He couldn't even move. The sight was just devastating. It hurt like something Draco never wanted to feel ever. Ever again.

He stood up with strength he never knew he had and paced the bathroom, pondering if he should get a Professor to take Harry down to the infirmary or just leave him here and stay with him and hope he wakes up. Severus was out of the option as he remembered how mad the man was after Harry's last occlumency session. But he knew how scared Harry would be to have more adults finding out about his problems. How he knew Harry would probably just want to run away or curl up into a ball and hope it all goes away. He looked back at his unconscious boyfriend and wiped away his tears. He knew just standing there wasn't going to do any good.

He crawled over to his boyfriend and stroked the Gryffindor's pale cheeks with a cry. "Please, come back to me, you beautiful Gryffindor!" he cried in a broken snappish tone. He looked down at the bloodied arm with a frown. What happened to Harry that made him do this, was all Draco was thinking about. "I love you so damned much, Harry Potter! You have no idea how much I love you!"

Draco grabbed his wand from his back pocket, pointed it at Harry's cuts and sang in a low shaky voice, "Vulnera Sanentur." He watched the blood flow slow down and the cuts started healing. He was thankful Severus had told him that spell a couple of months ago just in case... Well, just in case Harry went too far. Now he knows he can possibly save his boyfriend. He took his mind off his past and watched as the blood rushes back down Harry's face. He cried in relief and laid his head on Harry's shoulder, but embraced him in a hug.

Harry slowly woke up and looked upward into beautiful but wet silver eyes. "Draco..." He still felt dizzy, but the numb haze was gone. That's not what he wanted. He needed the numb haze back.

Draco cried, knowing it looked quite unattractive on him but kissed the Gryffindor's cheek to hope it makes Harry a little happier. "Harry... you had me so worried!" he said sadly, and Harry frowned at him. "Where were you?! You were gone for hours, 12 hours! You have no idea how worried I was. What made you hurt yourself?"

"I'm sorry, Draco. I couldn't help myself," Harry responded numbly and he concentrated hard on the kiss Draco gave his cheeks. He wasn't feeling any better than he had been before. He didn't know if he should tell Draco about the part where his father was sent to Azkaban. Bellatrix should be the one back in Azkaban, but she got away.

"Why?" That was all Draco could say as he cupped both of Harry's cheeks and looked deeply into those beautiful emerald green eyes which are filling up with tears.

Harry looked down at his arms guiltily. But the strange thing was that the cuts he made were nowhere to be seen. "I..." He didn't want to talk about it. It just hurt to even think about it. He wanted to re-make his cuts since they somehow disappeared. He guessed Draco had something to do with the disappearance of his cuts. Merlin... He felt even worse as Draco had found his secret hiding spot and had found him cutting. No wonder this beautiful blonde Slytherin was crying as he remembered he fainted from the dizziness. How it must have looked to see someone you love unconscious. He really felt bad as he looked back up into silver orbs.

"It's okay, Harry," Draco choked down a sorrowful sob. He couldn't believe he could have lost Harry today. He feels grateful for following his gut and following Harry when he first saw him. "Tell me everything when you can. But what I want to know is, were you trying to..."

Harry shook his head. He wasn't thinking about suicide, even though it sounds like a good way out of the depression and guilt he is feeling. He knows how much he is loved and doesn't want people to suffer because of his death. "I just wanted to feel... numb. I didn't want to die, didn't try to."

Draco nodded sadly. He felt relieved Harry told him that, but could he have been lying? He hoped not and didn't even want to think about what it would be like without Harry in his life. "Can I... kiss you?"

Harry gave the Slytherin a fake smile and leaned in for a slow kiss. Draco melted into the kiss and sobbed, pressing his forehead to Harry's. But he still wanted to know why Harry cut so deep. Well, he's never seen Harry actually cutting. He's walked in on him with cuts already on his arms but never seen him actually cutting. "I love you so much, Harry James Potter. You have no idea..."

"I love you too, Draco Lucius Malfoy," Harry said as he broke down into his own sobs. Just seeing Draco cry over him really got to him. He couldn't even describe what he was feeling except guilt. "You literally have no idea. I would die for you, cry for you, steal for you and lie for you."

"Oh, Harry." Draco embraced the Gryffindor in a hug, letting more tears escape his eyes and into Harry's robes. "Tell me, please. What happened? Where did you go?" His eyes trailed down to a thin metal blade lying on the floor beside Harry. He frowned and reached for it while the other hand still tightly gripped Harry. It was cool and he felt a substance on it that he realized was blood. Harry's blood, his lifeforce.

Harry moved out of the hug and stared into silver eyes, trying to gather up the courage to tell Draco everything as he knew not telling the Slytherin will only make things worse. "S-Sirius is dead, Draco..."

"What?" Draco could not believe what was coming from that beautiful mouth. He didn't want to believe it though. His own uncle... dead? How? When?

"Sirius is dead," Harry repeated slowly to the Slytherin, a tear falling down his face onto the Slytherin's robe sleeve. Sirius is the only actual father figure he has besides his own birth father. It felt like it anyway.

"I'm so sorry, Harry," Draco was sorrowful at the sudden news. Merlin knows what Harry was feeling. Depressed was probably his top emotion right now. Even he feels a little sad, Sirius is his Uncle too. Family. But what about Ivy? How could she cope with knowing the man that adopted her was dead? Merlin... At least he knew she had Lavender Brown. "But that still doesn't answer my question to where you were."

"I was at the ministry of magic," Harry begins sadly, closing his eyes but all he sees is Sirius falling into the veil. "In the department of mysteries. We went to rescue Sirius but... It was only a trap. Voldemort, your father, and Bellatrix's plan were to catch us and Ron, Hermione, Ginny, all of them are all up in the Hospital Wing."

"Well, at least you all escaped..." Draco reminds him gently while tightening his grip around the Gryffindor. He still can't believe this all happened with Harry and his friends.

Harry slightly nodded, and then the information slipped right out of him, "Your father didn't though. They arrested him and some other death eaters." He could feel Draco tense in the hug.

Draco leaned out of the hug and looked at him sadly, "But your friends, are they okay?" He honestly does care that his father got caught, but his own father was there when Sirius died and did absolutely nothing to stop it. What could he have done though?

"I think so," said Harry with a slow nod. "I didn't get to see them though." Harry's green eyes kept filling with tears, but he let them fall.

Draco rubbed away the tears that fell from Harry's gorgeous green eyes with his thumbs. "Harry, just remember that Sirius' death doesn't just affect you," he wanted to make sure Harry's not alone in this. "It affects me, Ivy, Professor Lupin, and anyone else who was closest to him. It will even affect my mother."

Harry's frown deepened. It was his fault Sirius and Cedric died and that just made him feel even worse knowing it will affect more people than he thought. Now he really wanted to get away, find someplace else to cut since his cuts had been healed. Luckily enough, the scars from previous cuts still lay marked on his skin. His free arm searched the cold floor tile for his blade. He turned his head and looked to the floor beside him.

"Looking for this?" Draco brought his hand up in front of Harry and opened his palm up, revealing the thin blade Harry had used just minutes ago. Harry reached his hand up to grab the blade, but Draco closed his palm over it. "Harry, I want to help you with this problem of yours. Why don't we try the butterfly thing again? Or drawing red lines on your skin so it looks like you have cut? Or–."

Harry kissed him and tried opening Draco's palm while distracted by the kiss but couldn't. Cutting was all he could do to cope with his depression. The butterfly thing worked, yes, but he really did miss having the cold blade slice across his wrist when he needed it. It was relieving and satisfying. "Draco... can I have it back, please?" he pleaded sadly.

Draco sighed and rests his forehead on Harry's. "Alright... but promise me one thing, Harry." He just wants Harry to come to him when he has the urge so he can help him with hugs, kisses, snuggling and sex. He slowly opened his palm up to reveal the blade, and he could see Harry looking down at it.

"What's to promise?" Harry asks and really couldn't take his eyes off his blade in his boyfriend's hands. He wants to cut but also would feel guilty as Draco's being such an amazing and supportive boyfriend.

"That you'll come to me for half the times when you have the urge," Draco said solemnly. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I really do love you and want to help you." He brought up Harry's hands to his mouth and kissed them while looking deep into emerald green. "So, please, if you have the urge come to me and we can snuggle up together and talk things out, but only if you want to. Or we could just do the snuggling part, a few kisses here and there and I could read you a book until you fall asleep."

"That actually sounds... pretty nice," Harry had to admit while grabbing his blade from his boyfriend's warm hand and slipping it into his pocket. The option does sound really nice and Harry would love that. But still, the urges were so tempting and hard to resist...

"I knew you'd like it," Draco let a smile form on his face and he slowly ran his hands through the Gryffindor's dark hair just to try to calm him down a little more. "So, will you at least try to come to me?"

"I will try, Draco. I really will," Harry promised even though he didn't think he'd be able to keep up with the promise. He will try, but right now he just wants to cut.

Draco pecked Harry quickly on the lips with a kiss and sighed in relief as he rests his forehead on Harry's temple. "Thank you, Harry. I love you so much and will continue saying it so it sinks right into you."

"I love you too, Draco Malfoy," Harry gave the Slytherin a forced small smile as he looked deep into silver eyes.

Draco smiled brightly at the small smile Harry gave him. It might not have been a full happy smile, but it was something. "Now, is there anything else about the Department of Mysteries that you haven't told me about?"

Harry started talking, telling Draco everything that had happened in the Department of Mysteries, everything that Dumbledore had told him. He ended up back in tears as he remembered seeing Sirius disappear beyond the veil.

Draco hugged and kissed him, tasting Harry's salty tears in his mouth. He was dreading this night a lot as he either had to let Harry go back to Gryffindor tower to sleep and who knows what Harry would do to himself then. "Now, it's getting rather late," he said as he pulled away from the kiss. He doesn't want to let Harry go back to Gryffindor alone, but he had to ask. "Are you capable of returning to Gryffindor Tower on your own for the night or can I stay with you?"

Harry frowned. What did he want? Yes, he wanted some alone time, but could he really make it through the night without Draco? He's feeling pretty suicidal right now but doesn't want the Slytherin to worry so he just nodded and said, "Gryffindor Tower with you."

Draco sighed deeply, he was pleased Harry wouldn't go alone because really, he trusts him to not do anything stupid like end his life but knowing what Harry's going through, he knows Harry has only limited amounts of life happiness left until he snaps one of his lifelines and wants to end it all. Merlin, how devastating that would be. He shook his head to get rid of that depressing thought and took Harry back up to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry might have been smiling at being with Draco for the entire night, but deep down he was still very depressed and wanted to take the feeling away for a while with his blade. It would be hard to try and escape the Slytherin to go someplace alone but he still wanted to do his best to fight the urge for Draco.

*****

Harry can see the shapes of two people in the shadows. Their wands pointed at each other, the red and green light coming from their wands blinded them. They were dueling. Harry recognized that laugh. That high pitched, crazy laugh, belonged to Bellatrix Lestrange.

No, they cannot duel! Harry thought. Sirius is going to die!

He ran down the steps towards his godfather. "Sirius!" He shouted. "Sirius!"

Seamus and Dean woke up abruptly to shouting and looked over at Harry's bed. The curtains were drawn shut and they were just hoping Draco was still in there comforting him. Ron wasn't in the room as he, Hermione and the rest of the people who were injured at the Department of Mysteries Ministry attack were in the Hospital Wing getting cured by their injuries.

An invisible force held Harry back and before he knew it, Sirius was falling with that blank, empty, look in his eyes. Bellatrix's laughter rang through the room, filling Harry's ears until that was all heard. It drove him crazy as he fought viciously to go after his godfather.

"Sirius!" He shouted, waking up with a start. His whole body was shaking as he looked around the room. He just realized he was in his bed in the Gryffindor 5th year boy's dormitory. He couldn't figure out why it hurt so much to breathe. Memories from last night and the night before flooded through his brain. He wanted to cut so he could get rid of this feeling, he needed to. He was startled as arms wrapped around him, he turned his head and looked into concerned silver eyes.

"Harry, you are safe," Draco whispered sadly to him. "Breathe with me, in and out."

Harry tried to follow Draco's directions and control his breathing, but he couldn't. He felt like his heart was going to explode. And all he could see was Sirius' grey eyes before he fell inside the veil.

"Harry, was this nightmare about what happened at the Ministry?" Draco asked worriedly, his arms tightening around Harry's waist. Why does his own boyfriend have to go through such tragic events in his life? Why can't he just live happily?

Harry nodded and leaned his head on Draco's shoulder, silently breaking down into sobs. "It's not fair," he cries quietly. "Why is it always me that loses somebody I love? Sirius died because of me. Ron and Hermione could have been killed; they all could have."

Draco sighed and rubbed soothing circles over Harry's back. "Hey, I love you and care about you. I am still here, and I'm not going anywhere. And it wasn't your fault. Sirius died because of Bellatrix, not you."

Harry didn't say anything. He just kept weeping on Draco's shoulder, letting all his tears out on his Slytherin boyfriend.

"Want me to read to you?" Draco asked softly, knowing reading to Harry can be beneficial to Harry. "So, you can sleep through the urge?" It even helps him once in a while. His mother used to read bedtime stories to him as a child. He still had that Shakespeare book in his book bag.

"No, I don't want to go back to sleep. I don't want to have another nightmare," Harry said gloomily, shaking his head slowly. He wanted to cut, to just head into the boy's toilets and cut in one of the toilet stalls. He needed it.

"Alright," Draco eventually said and sighed slowly. He doesn't know what to do. He wants to help but how? "Do you want to do anything else? Go for a walk around the lake?"

"No," Harry said blankly. All he wants is to be alone. He doesn't even think sex can help him like it usually does. "I just want to be alone."

Draco frowned at what Harry wanted to do to himself. He wished there was a way to help his boyfriend with these urges. "Is there any way at all that I can help you fight through these urges? I really want to help you, Harry."

Harry shook his head. He just wants to be alone. Can't everyone just leave him alone? "It's really hard, Draco," he admits it slowly. "It's hard not to harm myself. I really love you, but I don't think there's anything that can help me." He believes he is just a lost cause. Nobody can help him.

Draco knew who he had to go to. None other than Severus Snape even if he's been a complete bastard since Harry's last occlumency lesson. "I'm going to take you to Severus, Harry. I know both of you don't see eye to eye anymore, but I swear, he can help you."

Harry just nodded. He didn't know if he should be a little happy for that or annoyed that he would have to see Snape again. "Alright, I'll go. We can go."

Draco smiled sadly and kissed Harry's forehead in approval. "Thank you, Harry."

When they arrived at the Potion classroom, Draco took no incentive and strolled in without knocking. This was just too important. He walked up to his Godfather at his desk who appeared to be annoying him and writing something on a piece of parchment. He knew he couldn't fool his Potions master, but he truly was feeling quite sad in the situation Harry was in. "S-Severus..." he said sadly. Still no answer from the Potions master. "Severus, please! It's Harry..." He only saw Severus's eyebrow twitch. "Professor! This is no time to ignore me when my dearest Harry's mental spiral is increasing because his own Godfather has died!"

Severus finally looked up at his Godson and placed his quill down beside him. But then he looked towards the classroom door and saw Harry standing there, looking quite depressed. "Come in, Mr Potter." He looked back at Draco, "I may possibly retain something I brought from the muggle world. Both of you, follow me."

Harry walked into the classroom and felt his emotional walls built up again. He doesn't trust Snape as much as he did weeks ago. It's hard trusting people now anyway.

Severus sighed deeply as he obviously saw the boy put up his emotional barriers. He stood up from his seat and walked towards the potion's ingredients storeroom.

Harry and Draco followed their Potions Professor into the storeroom, only to find the man standing on his ladder and moving ingredients aside on the fifth shelf and grabbed a small cylindrical white see-through bottle with white pills in it.

Severus checked the expiry date on the bottle and carefully stepped down his ladder. Walking up to the boys, he gave the bottle to Harry. He wasn't foolish to give the boy sleeping pills. He has contemplated handing the boy some simply to help him with his nightmares but doesn't trust the Gryffindor enough to use them wisely and not for anything dangerous like he's done so in the past.

"Take two a day, Mr Potter," Severus states in a clear voice. "These are Anti-depressants. Adhere to the prescription thoroughly. Only two." He paused and ought to consider by what means to phrase this carefully given that he knew overdosing on these would be fatal. "More than two will render you ...fuzzy. Not numb, an irritating fuzzy feeling that remains with you for hours."

Harry nodded blankly. He took the bottle from his Potions Professor and studied it. He's heard of these pills before, he's even seen them in the pharmacist back in Little Winging when he used to go shopping with Aunt Petunia. "Thank you, Professor," he said distractedly as he continued staring at the bottle of pills.

Severus looked at his Godson firmly, "Make certain Mr Potter takes them twice a day." He couldn't be more clear than that. "They won't deduct his depression nevertheless will assist him with his stress and anxiety."

Draco gave his Godfather a precise nod, "By all means, I will." He will make sure Harry takes them if they do help Harry.

"Good," Severus said, narrowing his eyes at the young Slytherin. He just hoped Mr Potter won't try and overdose on these pills or actually manage to commit suicide and his godson walks right in on it. It was quite devastating seeing a student try and take their own life, even Mr Potter. He looked back at the Gryffindor, "Remember, one in the morning and one in the afternoon."

Harry nodded again and looked to the floor. He just wants to escape, have his blade slice across his skin again. It's all he wants right now.

"And, just to comprehend a smidgen further..." Severus commenced to Harry. "Are you capable to sleep for a sufficient amount of time? Have you ever slept for 8 to 10 hours a night which is the amount you should be having?"

Harry shook his head. He wishes he can get that amount of sleep. "Longest I have slept for would be around seven hours and that was only when I was younger or just sleeping with Draco," he tells his Potion's Professor. But he didn't want to tell him how sexual intercourse with Draco also helps him. He'd never admit it obviously. "I usually get two or four hours of sleep."

Draco looked at his boyfriend and intertwined hands with him and smiled at him. He was so proud and happy he could help Harry sleep better.

Severus sighed and looked up at the shelf with another small yellow see-through cylindrical shaped bottle of red and pink pills. The sleeping pills. He was really thinking about giving the boy the sleeping pills. There were just so many positives and negatives to give the boy what he needed but should he really risk the boy's life as well as his godson's heart and lover? This just was a big decision to make. But really, the boy could just take a dreamless sleep potion or just a sleep potion. But could the potion affect the muggle pills in some way? Could it make the pills explode in the boy's stomach? Now Severus knew he was jumping to conclusions.

Draco looked up at the shelf his godfather was looking at and saw another weird muggle bottle thing. He climbed the ladder and grabbed the small yellow bottle with a white lid and read the label. "Sleep Health - Melatonin?" He climbed back down and stared at his godfather. "Could these help Harry with his sleeping problem? How about his nightmares?"

"Yes, Draco, they can help Mr Potter with gaining a sufficient amount of sleep," Severus stated with a nod. He just doesn't want to give Mr Potter the pills. On the night of Harry's suicide, he did see a bottle of what looked like a woman's perfume and a bottle of pills that looked half-empty under Harry's bed.

"Great!" Draco beamed, thinking the pills could also help Harry to fall asleep in his own bed up in Gryffindor Tower. Sleeping pills were named sleeping pills for a reason though. "So, can he have these then?"

"Private talk, Draco," Severus said and he sauntered out of the storeroom. How could he say this in the easiest way possible that Harry could overdose on the sleeping pills any day of the week without anyone knowing?

Draco looked at Harry sadly, seeing his boyfriend looking down at the floor so depressingly. He bit his lip in worry and followed his godfather out of the storeroom. "What is it?" he asked when out of the storeroom and he leaned against a desk.

"If he swallows countless numbers of those," Severus pointed to the yellow bottle in his godson's hands. "He will die. Many muggles commit suicide by overdosing on sleeping pills and other pills. I understand you intend to help Mr Potter with his under-sleeping but then again, I just can't give him the pills. I don't yearn for you to be heartbroken if he attempts overdosing and succeeds."

Draco frowned at the thought but really appreciates his godfather's concern for Harry. "Thank you, Sev." He had to take a minute to think away such depressing thoughts of losing Harry. "Won't potions help Harry's sleeping problems though?"

"They might," Severus exclaimed doubtfully. "But I don't know if the potions will impact the anti-depressants in Harry once he's taken them. And I do not intend to find out. I would need to conduct some research on them."

"Thank you again, Sev," Draco said earnestly, and he forced a quick smile at him. He doesn't know what he would do if Severus wasn't willing to help Harry. He knows he could have gone to McGonagall to help as she is the Gryffindor Head of House. "I really am grateful that you are helping Harry."

Severus gave his godson a small smile. "Now, both of you, out!" he snapped and pointed to the doorway out of the classroom. "I need to finish marking all the O.W.L.S examinations."

"Oh, may I have a little sneak peek at my grades if you have already marked mine?" Draco asked intriguingly and was amused at the sudden news. He knows he would have passed everything, but he just wants to see what he got.

"Out!" Severus snapped. "And take your pathetic Gryffindor boyfriend out too!"

"He's not pathetic!" Draco muttered under his breath though he knew Severus had heard him and he entered back into the storeroom. He froze as he saw Harry seated on the cold floor on the far side of the storeroom, hugging his knees to his chest and sobbing. "Harry?!"

Severus swore and rushed back into his storeroom and hoped Harry hadn't come across anything that could kill him since there were a few things that could kill him but sighed in relief as he saw his godson cuddling the crying Gryffindor on the floor in the far corner of the storeroom. "Mr Potter... Are you alright?"

Harry shook his head and kept crying. "H-He's d-dead," he stuttered and sniffed loudly. He just wished it was all some terrible dream that he'll wake up to in a few hours. "S-Sirius. I-I m-miss h-him."

Severus sighs and searched through the third shelf of his Potion's storeroom for two certain Potions he forgot to give Harry.

Draco tightened his grip on Harry and kissed his cheek. "I know, my dear. I know. We both know." He sighs and thinks about how Harry's mostly very calm when sleeping. "Do you want to go back to the dormitory up in Gryffindor?"

Harry nodded sadly, sniffling hard and wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Sleep would be a nice getaway from everything right now. Especially if he gets to be in the arms of his lover.

"You may abscond for Gryffindor Tower to the dormitories if that is where you are preceded," said Severus while frowning at the Gryffindor, and gave him the two Potions. Merlin save the boy from his darkened mind. He hoped in the future the Gryffindor will get better mentally. "Drink these. If the Perfume you drank damaged you internally, the one on your right will heal your internal organs. The other one, as I heard from Draco at the start of the year, will heal your lungs from the cigarettes you had during the last weeks of the holidays."

"Alright," Harry says as he gulped down the first potion which was coloured a nice pool light blue colour, and tasted like water. He felt releaved that he couldn't feel the Potion working. "But... how would you know I err... drank it?"

"I saw it under your bed, Harry," Severus drawls. "It was the night you tried to..." He stops there and turns away, as if the memory of that night really upset him. "Drink the Potion, please. You may go."

After Harry drank the last Potion, Draco thanked his godfather with a smile and helped Harry up. They walked arm in arm out of the storeroom and back to the Library's secret room. "How about we also go see your friends?" he recommended as they stepped out of the classroom. "Visit them in the Hospital wing?"

"I don't want to see or talk to anybody right now, Draco," Harry said blankly whilst he stared at the floor when they walked up to Gryffindor Tower together. He just doesn't want to face Hermione, Ron, and his other friends who went with him to the Ministry and risked their lives for him.

Draco sighed and nodded. Here comes the million-dollar question. "Do you want to be alone, alone?" he asks carefully. "As in, do you want me with you, or do you want me to head back to the Slytherin dungeons?"

Harry looked up at him with tears still in his eyes. Now he just felt terrible. "I... I'm sorry," he said with a frown, thinking how bad of a boyfriend he is. "I'm such a horrible boyfriend."

"No, Harry," Draco said sadly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He walked in front of Harry, making him stop and leaned in for a comfy loving hug. "You're not a horrible boyfriend or person in general. You're a very sweet guy who I love having in my life. I love you and whatever you need I will give it to you. Even if I have to give you space to breathe and think about things, I'll do and give that to you."

"I love you so much, Draco Malfoy," Harry said, letting the tears fall down his face as he hugged him and buried his face in Draco's neck. "So, so much. And I will do the same for you any day. So please, can I just this once have some time alone? I promise I won't do anything that will k-kill me."

Draco sighed and raised his hands up to cup Harry's cheeks. "If that is what you want, then I will give it to you," he tells him though he didn't want to leave Harry alone right now. "Just remember that I do really love you so very much and I want to help you as much as I can." He leaned towards him, his arms snaking their way around Harry's waist and he kissed his Gryffindor slowly but lovingly, hoping he's giving his boyfriend all the love he needs just so he knows it. 

Harry had to kiss back but he really didn't feel any better. His head was chanting cut yourself, cut, cut yourself and that is exactly what he wanted to do. Cutting removes this hurtful emotion, it removes all emotions and he really likes it. He needs it even if he'd feel guilty because of it. As he leaned out of the kiss, he looked at his boyfriend in his silver eyes and said, "I love you." he took a single second to think. "See you soon?"

Draco nodded sadly but let a small smile come across his face. "Absolutely!" he said with minimum excitement, thinking of when he'll next see Harry again. "But Harry, I'm pretty sure your friends would like you to see them first. I want you to go see them, see how they're doing."

"Oh," said Harry flatly. Now he felt worse as he sort of forgot that his best friends are in the Hospital Wing. "Right... sure." He didn't want to go, of course, but he will.

"Good," Draco replies lightly. "Now... I'll see you soon. I have a feeling your friends would like to speak with you about everything that has happened." He waited for that to sink into his lover's mind. "Are you willing to come to lunch and dinner?"

Harry gave a sad shrug. He really doesn't feel like eating at all. He wouldn't eat as he believes he doesn't deserve it. He killed Sirius after all, not Dumbledore. He doesn't care about what Dumbledore has to say for himself. "I don't know, Draco," he mutters.

"Please?" Draco pleaded sadly. He'd want to know that his boyfriend can at least eat something. "Please at least come to dinner, for me? I need to make sure you eat and fill your belly up so you're not starving. It's my priority."

"Alright," Harry finally agreed tiredly. "I'll come to dinner." He gave Draco a small forced smile, "You'll probably have to feed me though."

Draco laughed softly. He wouldn't mind that at all. "Oh, I most definitely will be feeding you if you can't feed yourself," he said seriously, putting on a firm face to tell Harry that there is no use running. "And I will get some food in you."

Harry kissed him one last time and slowly wrapped his arms around the blonde's neck. Even if he feels so depressed, he still wants to give his boyfriend love just so the blonde wizard knows he does love him with everything his mortal body has.

Draco put his arms around Harry's waist and kissed him back. He was hoping that he was doing the right thing by letting Harry have some alone time. It just hurt knowing his boyfriend wants to hurt himself again. He leaned out of the kiss and stared into dull but beautiful emerald green eyes, "I love you, Harry. Please remember that."

"Oh, I'll remember it since you keep saying it every day to me," Harry said with that same forced small smile. "And I love you too." After a brief moment of silence, they walked to the Hospital Wing together.

Outside the Hospital Wing, Draco smiled lovingly at Harry and with one last kiss which gave the Gryffindor a little bit of hope that he'll get through the day, he says his goodbye's, tells him how much he loves him again, and then walks away to find his friends.

Harry sighed and entered the Hospital Wing, seeing Hermione, Ginny, and Neville seated in chairs around the bed Ron was laying on. His depression and guilt immediately found its way back in, even if the kiss that lingered on Harry's lips tried to chase it away. It wasn't helping him as he knows his friends were hurt, and it was his fault.

"Harry!" Hermione says at once when she noticed Harry had walked into the Hospital Wing, dropping the Newspaper Article on Ron's bed while hurriedly getting off one of the chairs surrounding Ron's bed and rushed up to him, hugging him tightly. Harry froze at the surprise hug but eventually put his arms around her, hugging her back gently.

"Mate," said Ron sadly, noting the depressed look his best mate had on his face. He didn't know what to say except the obvious. "How are you doing?"

"I'm... fine," Harry deadpans.

Hermione frowns as she knows Harry's not fine as his Godfather just died a few hours ago and she knew Sirius meant a lot to Harry. "Harry, were here for you through your grief," she tells him softly. "Not just Draco. Ron and I love you so much."

"And us too," Neville spoke up, and Ginny nodded. Luna then walked into the Hospital Wing, clutching The Quibbler in her hands and was reading it upside down. Ginny patted the space next to her for her girlfriend to sit.

"I know," Harry says quietly, though somtimes he didn't believe it. "I love you all as well. Hermione, Ron, both of you have been there for me since we met, and through all the ups and downs. You, Ron, are the first person I've celebrated Christmas with. You and Hermione are the first people who have ever hugged me and loved me for who I am and I thank you both for it all."

Hermione let go of the hug, and she smiles sadly at Harry. "Come on, we've got some things to talk about." Harry nods and follows her to Ron's bed.

Hermione picks up the Sunday Prophet and begin reading the new article to everyone about Voldemort returning, and Harry found it quite boring even as the article memtioned him. Ginny and Neville, after Hermione had asked, had told them everything that's going around in school with Flitwick cleaning up Fred and George's swamp, Umbridge shocked out of her mind, and Firenze and Trelawny teaching Divination together. And as Hermione mentioned the Prophecies, he had remembered what his Prophecy had told him and how he had to be either murdered or victim. He thought about suicide and how that'd be better than getting murdered. But either way, it both leads to death and ever since he was younger, death just doesn't seem that bad at all.

"Hey, where are you going?" Ron asked Harry who had stood up, looking sad and disappointed that his best mate would leave so soon.

"To uh... Hagrid's," Harry said, quickly making up an excuse. "Thought I might as well go see him."

"Oh, alright," said Ron stiffly, still annoyed that he was still trapped in the Hospital for a couple of days.

"Make sure to say hello for us!" Hermione called as Harry proceeded down the ward.

Harry gave a little nod to say he heard her as he left the Hospital Wing. The castle was quite silent for a Sunday. Everyone ought to be outside in the sunshine and Harry prefered that than having people walking by him, smiling happily and chatting about whatever. It wouldn't make him feel any better, seeing people happy and enjoying life. He pitied that.  

He took out his blade from in his pocket as he entered the Gryffindor boy's bathroom and entered a stall. Finally, he thought. I can feel empty again. I hate these bloody annoying emotions. He pressed his hand against his other pocket on his robe and felt the small cylindrical bottle. The anti-depressants. He took out the bottle and read the prescription over and over again. 'Take twice a day, morning, and night with water. You can take it before or after food. Any additional information please seek doctor or pharmacist.'

Harry sighed and placed the bottle back inside his robe pocket. Grabbing his blade, he rolled up his sleeve. No cuts were seen except for previous cuts that were now scars on his pale skin. As the thought of Sirius falling through the veil flooded through his mind, he sliced the blade across his skin. He felt a small wave of numbness wash over him, but it was not enough. One cut was never enough so he sliced his arm four more times. After the final and deepest cut, he placed his blade back in his other pocket and watched as the droplets of blood fall down his arm and drip on the floor. It was so mesmerizing and beautiful. He felt completely numb, and it was good. Numb was good.

When all there was were lines of blood on his arm, he grabbed a piece of toilet paper and placed it down onto his skin and watched as the blood underneath began to sink into the fluffy paper. It was like a piece of art, a beautiful piece of art. Like if you splat red paint on a sheet of white paper. Or even paint a red rose on a blank piece of paper. It was just so beautiful.

He blinked and tore off the toilet paper from his arm and dumped it in the toilet bowl. Grabbing another piece of the fluffy paper, he wiped the blood off his arm and flushed the toilet paper down the toilet. He yanked down his sleeve and headed to the dorm so he could shut all the curtains around him and just lay there until dinner arrived. It was quite peaceful in the dorm when nobody was there. He could just either read, listen to the birds outside or just lay there... He eventually fell asleep.

Harry woke up and cast a "Tempus" and it told him it was close to dinner time. He groaned and didn't want to go but Draco wanted him there, so he sat up with another groan and made his way to the Great Hall. He did not even realize how slow he was walking but even so, he felt as if he must have teleported because he already entered the Hall.

It was just so noisy. Was this really how noisy the Great Hall was every night? Now his head started spinning and a wave of dizziness hit him. The walls around him, the tables and the roof were spinning. His heart was beating fast, his breathing deepened quickly. He just had to get away. He walked out of the Great Hall, he had no time to look over at the Slytherin table and see if Draco saw him. He just needed to get away, he headed down a corridor, leaned against a wall, closed his eyes, and tried to focus on his breathing. All that came out of his mouth were small wheezing noises. He really didn't understand why he started hyperventilating when he entered the Great Hall only minutes ago. He did not think that it was because of his cuts because he only made five. Only five! It wasn't a big number after all.

One thing Harry did not know was that Draco had seen him when he entered the Great Hall. Practically every 5th year Slytherin saw him because they saw the worried look on Draco's face. Draco started counting back from ten when Harry left the Hall, and once he got to zero he tried to catch up to Harry but the Gryffindor had seemed to have wandered off rather quickly but that did not stop Draco. He hastily walked in the direction he saw Harry go, which was left. He started jogging, he was getting rather anxious about Harry's safety. At least Harry did come down to dinner. That was something. Though he would have liked to have Harry eating beside him.

He stopped jogging as he saw somebody wearing Gryffindor robes leaning up against the wall. He just hoped it was Harry as he walked towards the boy. He stood facing the boy and knew that it was his boyfriend by that messy dark hair he loves. "Harry...?!"

Harry's eyes shot open and he anxiously looked up at the person who called his name. His breathing wasn't any better than before and he couldn't think directly. He was wheezing for air, but it wasn't near enough. He felt like he was dying. Was he dying? He hoped not, he did not want to die in front of his boyfriend.

"Harry! Calm down!" Draco said quickly as he heard the wheezing from his boyfriend.

Harry simply could not hear what Draco said. The roar in his ears was too loud, the thoughts racing through his mind were too loud, his heart pounding in his chest was too loud, it all was sodding too loud!

Draco thought about getting help but knew that Harry would just freak out even more. He needed to help Harry breathe but how could he do that? He knew that if Harry keeps hyperventilating then he will make himself sick. But how could he help his boyfriend to breathe when he can't hear him? He tried to gain Harry's attention by moving his hand in front of Harry's eyes.

Harry's eyes were as wide as they could possibly get, and they darted around and tried to take in their surroundings. But it was pointless; he could hardly concentrate on a thing. He distinctly noticed a moving object in front of his eyes but was not able to focus them enough to understand what they were. This just made him even more scared.

"Damn it, Harry!" This just wasn't working. But Draco just kept trying and hoped Harry would come out of it.

It took Harry about five minutes to become sufficiently conscious to be aware of his surroundings. He was still incredibly panicked, and his breathing was no better, but he became slowly aware of Draco before him. Draco said something. Harry was trying to figure out what it was, but that was tough. To him, the voice of Draco sounded very distant.

Draco gave a sigh of relief as he noticed Harry slowly coming out of his panicked state. "Harry? Can you hear me?"

It took a lot of effort, but Harry managed to make out what Draco said, and he nodded his head. He was still too panicked to see Draco clearly. He wanted to see Draco clearly, to see that beautiful face of his.

"That's very good," Draco said, frowning at his boyfriend's panic attack. Has he had these before? "Harry, I want you to do your best and breath for me, can you do that?"

Harry anxiously shook his head. He just couldn't, there was no way.

"It's okay if you can't match my exact breathing, Harry," Draco said with reassurance. He knew what to do. He has had the same kind of panic attacks but not as often. "I just need you to try. Do you think you can do that for me?"

Harry had to think about that for a moment. It still felt impossible, but he really wanted the horrible panic to go away, so he nodded his head.

"You are doing so well, Harry," Draco said softly. "I just need to ask this once. Is it okay if I touch your hand?"

To be honest with himself, Harry wasn't sure. Nobody has ever tried to touch him when he was in this state. He supposed it was worth a shot. If he didn't like it, then he could pull away. He tentatively nodded his head in approval.

Draco smiled at Harry reassuringly. He saw Harry's hesitation, so he knew he had to do this delicately. "Okay, you can pull away at any time. I'm going to touch your hand now, okay?"

Harry watched him for a few seconds. When he realized that Draco was waiting for him to nod again, he quickly did so.

He reached for Harry's left hand rather slowly, giving his Gryffindor boyfriend enough time to change his mind. When Harry's hand stayed in place, he very gently picked it up and moved it to his chest right above his heart and said, "Breath with me, Harry. Listen to my heartbeat and try your best to breathe with me, but it is okay if you can't match me. Ready?"

To Harry's surprise, the touch didn't make him freak out more. It actually helped. It was a physical sensation he could focus on, just like when he cut to calm himself. He was sure he was failing at matching the Slytherin's breathing, but he nodded to say he was at least ready to try.

"Good. Now, Darling, breathe with me. Inhale."

As Draco, he now noticed, slowly inhaled, Harry did his best to do the same. He didn't do very well, his breath was rough and much shorter than Draco's, but he kept trying for him.

"Now exhale."

Harry's exhalation wasn't any different than his inhalation, but Draco had said if he screwed up it was okay. He knew Draco would never lie to him, so when he kept messing up, he tried not to get upset.

"Good," Draco said with approval. "You are doing a very good job, Harry, keep going."

It took ten full minutes of this breathing exercise for Harry to get himself under control enough to be able to speak without going right back into wheezes. "S-sorry about that, D-Draco."

"No, Harry," Draco said with a frown. Why is he apologising? "Don't apologize. I'm not upset with you, I'm just worried. I saw you enter the Great Hall but then you stopped and looked as if you were going to faint. Everyone in our year at the Slytherin table was watching too."

Harry fidgeted awkwardly, he still felt very intense. "I-It was just s-so loud. T-The walls began to spin as well as the tables. I don't know w-what happened. One minute I-I was fine but as I walked into the Great Hall I just b-began to feel dizzy."

Draco nodded and embraced Harry in a hug. "How deep did you cut, Harry?" he asked carefully, not wanting to trigger the boy. And the dull look in Harry's eye made him realize that Harry had cut which was a little disappointing. But he couldn't blame Harry. "And when was the last time you had food and water?"

Harry hugged back hesitantly. He would have felt awkward talking about his self-harm like this with other people, but with Draco, he could tell the Slytherin bloke anything. "I only made five cuts; they were not that d-deep. And I haven't had food all day."

"Alright," Draco sounded rather sad and he tried to hide the disappointment too. He leaned out of the hug only slightly so he could stare into emerald green orbs and raised his other hand to caress the Gryffindor's cheek. "I'm going to take you to the kitchens so I can get some food in you."

"Mhm," Harry hummed expressionlessly. He didn't think he'd be able to eat anything though, he'd most likely push the food around his plate or bowl.

When they made it to the kitchens, which Draco was surprised that they did considering how slow Harry walked, they sat at the elongated table. Harry just stared down at the table, getting lost in his dark thoughts so he scratched at his arms.

Draco noticed the familiar gesture and frowned. He hopes the pills Severus gave Harry would help him with his anxiety and stress. Hopefully, that'd be enough to keep him a little happy, whatever those weird muggle things are. Pills. Whatever they are, he's never seen anything quite like them. But he has heard of them.

Draco called Dobby into the kitchen and when the elf saw how down Harry look, he questioned Draco, but Draco told him not to worry right now and to get the bowls of noodle soup. With a worried glance at Harry, Dobby left to make the dinner he was ordered to make.

When Dobby left, Draco intertwined his and Harry's hands together and kissed the back of Harry's hand. He knew it wouldn't brighten up his mood, but he just wanted to try to keep Harry away from bad thoughts in his head. He wanted to try, at least.

But nothing was helping Harry, nothing at all. He believed he didn't deserve help, didn't deserve to eat and didn't deserve to live. How he knew suicide was the better option, it was ringing in his ears and telling him he should do it. He tried his best to ignore that thought, but deep down, he knows he deserves it.

He just doesn't want Draco to worry, even if he's glad Draco worries about him. But he doesn't deserve a perfect guy like Draco, he doesn't deserve Ron and Hermione, his best friends. Just existing makes Draco worry for him. So what's the actual point? He just wants to die. He knows he'll be able to see Sirius, his mom and dad up in the afterlife too. Merlin, that would be great...

When Dobby brought in the food Harry tried to eat but found it really hard. The fork felt like it weighed a ton, the same as his arm. It was just too hard; it all was too hard. He knew he doesn't deserve to eat the food, but he tried to eat something for Draco.

Draco could see how much it was hard for Harry to even lift the fork up to his mouth. The Gryffindor's hand was shaking, it was so upsetting. Why does everything have to happen to this beautiful bloke? Why does it all have to happen to his Harry Potter? Why must Harry suffer like this? He's done nothing wrong. Nothing at all. So why?

He looked down into his own bowl of soup, he was nearly finished and there was just an inch of noodles and vegetables left. When Harry's hand shook and didn't move at all, he grasped it and helped Harry in eating his food. He didn't mind feeding Harry; it was quite fun. He fed his boyfriend until he was satisfied enough with the leftovers in his bowl which was about the same size as his own.

He lifted Harry's chin up with a finger, so he locked eyes with those beautiful emerald green eyes. And those green eyes looked lost, empty, and dead to the world. He wished the saying 'kiss it better' actually worked so he could kiss Harry multiple times and make him feel better.

Draco felt hopeless right now, he wanted to help Harry so badly with his depression but just didn't know how. What would muggles do in this situation? Would they have someone to talk to? Should he take Harry back to Severus? Would that be an idea? Would the muggles call for someone? A doctor? Should he take Harry to the Hospital Ward so Madam Pomphrey can give him something? He just doesn't know what to do. Those two options sound like the best he could do but he also wants Harry to at least get some sleep. Would a dreamless sleep Potion work? He hoped so.

Harry stared down into his bowl of noodle soup. Well, an empty-ish bowl of noodle soup. Had he eaten all of that himself? He didn't believe it. It seems he hadn't recalled having Draco helped him as he was just too deep in thought about what it must be like for Sirius, to see his friends again up in the afterlife.

Draco could see Harry looked very distant from the minute they walked inside the kitchens. He pondered what's going on in that beautiful brain of his boyfriend's. He decided that he should get Severus again and so he called for the house-elf again. "Dobby?"

Dobby appeared into the room with a 'pop', even though he could have just run to them. He looked at the Slytherin curiously, "Yes, Mister Draco?"

"Can you please get Professor Severus Snape for me, please?" Draco asked politely but also a little demandingly as this was very important. If he were to let Harry back to Gryffindor Tower for the night, he might as well fill him up with Potion's to help him through until morning.

Dobby nodded and disappeared out of the room with a 'pop'. Draco sighed and looked back into green eyes. He instinctively reached up and ran his hands through Harry's dark hair. The Gryffindor boy stared at the table gloomily and lowered his head down onto Draco's shoulder. Draco sadly smiled at his attention-seeking boyfriend and kissed him on the forehead repeatedly while wrapping his arms around the Gryffindor in a tight embrace.

Dobby entered the darkened potions room and felt a little frightened by how the room looked. He saw the professor writing on a piece of parchment on his desk and beside the dark professor stood a stack of papers that nearly reached shoulder height to the professor. He warily walked over to the man and said, "Draco Malfoy wants Severus Snape for something of utter importance."

Severus looked up in alarm, the elf had scared him as he was deeply focused on marking the examinations. He calmed his racing heart down and sighed. He couldn't help his godson right now even if he wanted to. "To my remorse, I'm unable to meet anyone's requirements right now."

"B-But, sir," Dobby said with a stutter. He knows Harry needs this man for something. "It's for Harry. Harry Potter is looking very down, and Dobby and Draco Malfoy want to help him."

Severus sighed deeply. He still has to mark 52 examinations even if he knows he has until the holidays. "Did Draco impart why he requests me?"

"No, sir," Dobby said and shook his head. "But Dobby guesses, since Mr Snape is Potions Professor, that Draco wants Dobby to ask Snape for some Potions to help Harry."

Severus stared down at the elf for a minute. He knew Harry wasn't sleeping well because of past nightmares, but could he have suffered from a memory of Sirius Black dying? With a sigh, he got up from his desk and made his way into his storeroom. He looked around his storeroom, up and down until his eyes met with a green round bottle. That was the one. But he also grabbed the eating disorder potion as an extra as he knew Harry needed it. With the two potions in his hands, he gave them to the elf. When exactly did the elf follow him into the storeroom?

Once Dobby had the two potions, he gave the man a nod as a 'thank you' and disappeared from the storeroom only to reappear back to the kitchens. He smiled at the Slytherin who is giving the Gryffindor hugs and kisses. He jumped up on top of the table and placed the two potions in front of the two boys.

Draco looked at the elf and smiled with a mouthed "Thank you." Dobby nodded and disappeared into the kitchens while leaving Draco to kiss Harry's cheek and grab the two potions in front of him and Harry. He took off the cork of the dreamless sleep Potion and looked inside the bottle at the dark blue liquid. He hoped this would work as he handed Harry the potion.

Harry frowned at the obvious potion he was being handed. Doesn't Draco know these potions don't work on him anymore? Just to let the Slytherin worry less about him, he drank the dreamless sleep potion as well as the eating disorder one. He didn't feel much better after taking them, he never does.

Even though he loves Draco so much, he just wants to be alone again. He looked remorsefully at his boyfriend, forced a smile and said, "Can I go back to Gryffindor Tower, please? I think I want to head to bed." That was a total lie, but what was he supposed to say? 'Hey, Draco. I'm feeling depressed as fuck and don't know if I'm able to stop myself from pitching myself of the Astronomy Tower and to add to that I need my rest'.

Draco studied him hard and eventually he nodded. If his boyfriend wants alone time, he will give it to him if he really needs it. Just... not too much alone time. "If that is what you want... okay."

Harry was already off the stool he sat on. He walked to the exit out of the kitchens, hesitated and turned around. "Aren't you coming?" he asks gently.

Draco smiled at him and nodded. "Just wait for a second, please." He walked into the kitchens where Dobby had gone in and froze. There were elves everywhere. Some were doing the dishes, others sweeping the floor, but his main objective was finding Dobby. It was hard to spot the elf out of the rest, they weren't very similar in appearances, but it was still hard to find the elf he needed to find. "Dobby?" he called, his voice echoing slightly in the room.

Dobby looked up from the other side of the kitchen at the blonde Slytherin. With a 'pop', he had teleported right in front of the wizard. "Yes, Mister Draco?" he said in a hushed tone.

Draco kneeled down until he was eye-to-eye with the elf. "I have an important task for you, Dobby. Very important." Now Dobby's eyes widened in excitement. Draco smiled at the elf's enthusiasm, "Are you willing to check up on Harry every hour of the night, but do not wake him up, and make sure he's fast asleep." He gave the elf a serious look, "If he isn't or he's not in his bed at all, come right to me."

Dobby nodded, "Dobby will make sure Harry Potter is asleep and Dobby promises not to wake Harry Potter up."

"Thank you, Dobby," Draco said earnestly. He's appreciative Harry has such a smart and helpful elf. "It means a lot, really." When the elf disappeared back into the mob of elves, he turned around linked arms with Harry even if the Gryffindor still was deeply depressed.

Harry looked at his boyfriend and nodded. He wanted to head to Gryffindor Tower now so he can shut himself out of the world by the drapes of his 4-poster in his room.

Draco nodded back but gave a kiss to Harry's cheek just to try to make Harry feel a little better, but he doesn't think it worked. He then walked Harry back to Gryffindor Tower and as they stood in front of the fat lady, he cupped Harry's cheeks and leaned in for a small kiss.

Harry kissed back slowly, it helped him a little bit, even the kiss on his cheek helped a little but not a lot. It was like an angel touched his cheek for a second and started making him feel a little lighter, but then it disappeared. And when Draco kisses him with those perfect soft lips, that light feeling spreads around inside of him but as the kiss ended, that feeling vanishes too. He placed and his forehead against Draco's and squeezed his intertwined hand. "I love you, Draco." He opened his eyes and looked into those gorgeous silver orbs he loves. "With all my heart, mind and body to death."

Draco just wanted to say, 'Never it be death' but shook that thought out of his mind and responded with, "I love you too, Harry Potter. With my whole heart, mind, and body." He hesitated and thought back to a couple of nights ago when reading the Shakespeare book Harry gave him for his birthday. It truly was one of the best gifts ever given to him. Even if this wasn't the kind of moment to say such a beautiful thing, he did so anyway, "I love thee, I love thee. With a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold And the stars grow old."

Harry let out a small smile on his face. He loves how Draco remembers the quotes by heart and it just makes hearing them come out of that beautiful mouth extra special. He kissed Draco slowly but had to end it quick as the end of the curfew was bound to start soon. He took a step back, their intertwined hands slowly raising as Harry kept moving backwards until he let go of the blonde Slytherin's hands and disappeared inside the tunnel leading to the common room of Gryffindor house.

Draco stood there with a smile. He didn't even realize the fat lady was staring at him and chuckling. When he finally noticed her, he looked at her curiously and said, "what?"

The fat lady only smiled down at him. "You're really deep in love with that man, aren't you?" she asked him sweetly.

Draco's smile stayed on his face and he just couldn't get rid of it. He nodded at the woman, "Yeah, I am."

"That poem you told him; it was very beautiful," said the fat lady. She's never heard anything quite like it. "Where did you learn it from?"

"How do you know I didn't make it up?" Draco asked her with raised brows. How did this lady know that he didn't make it when it could have been him? Unless she knows this Shakespeare guy.

"It's the words you used, dearie," the fat lady said clearly. "Nobody in your generation ever used 'Thee' in a sentence besides mine. Now, you better head back to your common room. I don't want you getting into trouble and I'm sure you don't want that either."

"Good night, ma'am," Draco said, still smiling from the lingering kiss that lay on his lips from Harry. He loves his Gryffindor. And he didn't call the lady by what most people call her because it's just rude. With a smile, he turned around and left for the Slytherin dungeons.

And while Draco left, Harry was making his way to the boy's bathroom. He was really scared to go back to bed, he didn't want to have that depressing nightmare again. But before he did anything, he grabbed the pills from his robe pocket and chucked his clothes in the washing hamper. He placed the pills aside and had a nice hot five-minute shower.

After dressing in his Pajamas that he had to "Accio" in, he headed into one of the bathroom stalls and closed the door behind him. He reached into his pocket and took out his blade. He rolled up his sleeve and looked down at the cuts he made hours ago. Such thin, deep, and pretty lines of red... without consciously knowing, he pulled the blade across his arm. Mesmerized, he watched the blood form on a straight line on his arm, it bubbled up and ran down his arm. He made another four cuts and felt immediately numb and satisfied with himself. The depression, guilt, and sadness he had felt had drained out of him, leaving him in that numb haze he likes.

He cleaned his arm up with toilet paper, grabbed his pills, and headed to bed. He was glad nobody was in the dorm room when he entered, but he still closed himself inside the curtains and tried to get some sleep. But then he remembered the pills he had to take. Quickly, he grabbed the pills from inside his bedside table, opened the lid up and took two out. He missed out on the first pill he had to take of the day so why not take two? He tipped his head back and shoved the pills in. There was no kind of taste after swallowing them down, though he guessed he should have taken water with them. Placing the lid back on the bottle, he put it back in the bedside table drawer and fell asleep.

***** 

Harry lay awake one morning, just thinking about life, Sirius and Death muddled together. It sucked, having the weight of Sirius' death and his depression both force him into misery. Will this ever end? He didn't believe so.

Sitting up in bed, in the slight darkness he sees Ron sleeping peacefully and snoring slightly. Ron, Hermione and the others had gotten out of the Hospital a day ago when they were fully healed, so the dorm room wasn't as quiet as it was before when only Harry, Seamus and Dean were in it at night. Harry didn't mind Ron's snores though. It just let him know that he's not alone in the world when surrounded by only the drapes of his 4-poster.

He rolls onto his side, looking out of the window showing the early morning sunrise outside. As he closes his eyes, he pictures himself flying out the dorm window on his broom and zooming off into the distance, further and further away from the place he calls home, his boyfriend, and his best friends. It'd be peaceful and so serene out there, alone, in the cold with nothing but him. He thought of Draco, sleeping peacefully in that comfy warm bed of his in the Slytherin boy's dorm room, in the land of sleepy dreams.

He opens his eyes after what felt like an hour and notices the room was flooded with early morning sunshine, and by the sound of a few footsteps, a few of his dormmates were up. He sits up and looks out through the drapes he opens an inch, seeing Seamus smiling with his arms around Dean's neck, and Dean kissing around Seamus' neck, his arms around Seamus' torso.

Harry forced a smile at them, then looked over at Neville who he sees putting on his shoes, then at Ron who he locks eyes with. He moves away from the drapes, letting them fall closed, and lays back down in bed. He didn't want to get up, not until... hours, and probably days. He just wanted to waste away into nothingness.

Suddenly, the drapes to his right opened and Ron appeared there, looking down at Harry sadly. Harry groaned and hid under his blankets. "Mate, are you coming to breakfast?" he asks softly. "Hermione and I are worried about you, and we should be."

Harry rose up from under his blankets, sat up to look at Ron and he shook his head. "No," he replies quietly. "I'm not up to it."

Ron sighs, disappointed. "Alright," he says, giving Harry's shoulder a gentle soothing rub. "I'll see you soon." Harry nods, and Ron smiled sadly at Harry then leaves the dormitory, walking downstairs to the common room.

"How is he?" Hermine asks at once when she sees Ron entering the Common room from the stairs. "Is he coming?" Ron shakes his head, and Hermione frowns and nods. They both knew that it'd be a quiet and lonely breakfast without Harry there, even if Harry does tend to not talk that much during meals. They wished they could help Harry through it all, and that Harry would join them but knew he'd want to be alone during this time.  

*****

Harry woke up feeling even worse and he really didn't feel like getting up at all. His body felt like led and his ears were ringing. He knows he deserves this, he doesn't deserve a decent amount of sleep, doesn't deserve the heavenly food that he could be eating but doesn't want to, doesn't deserve such amazing friends and a boyfriend. He just doesn't deserve to live in general. What's there to live for anyway? He killed Cedric, had Sirius killed too. Why bother living when he knows it'll just take time until he has someone else killed because of him?

He sluggishly tried to get up out of bed, which somehow, he managed to do, and headed out of the dormitory. He didn't know where his feet were taking him but knew he was in the darkened room of the common room. He then heard something from the darkness and it sounded like whispers and quiet chuckles. He doesn't know what it was, but he carefully surveyed the dark room. He could see two humanoid shadows on the other side of the room. He instinctively grabbed his wand and pointed it at the two figures who started moving. "Lumos!" he whispered. Honestly, if there was some kind of monster in the common room which he doesn't even know how it could have gotten in, he didn't mind if it killed him.

His eyes widened at the two familiar people who were in the room carrying a picnic basket. He couldn't see what was in the picnic basket though. He looked back up at the two men who appear to be wearing expensive-looking suits, "Fred? George? What the sodding hell are you doing back at Hogwarts, and where did you disappear to after escaping Umbridge?"

George smiled at the young wizard and opened the picnic basket. He placed the dark bottle-looking things down on the table beside the two maroon armchairs. "We have some extra time on our hands-"

"-And we were in Diagon Alley at Weasleys Wizard Wheezes," finished Fred with his own smile. But that smile turned into a smirk as he watched his twin finish placing all the bottles on the table.

"Okay," Harry said slowly, but he was still unsure why the twins were even here. "But why are you back here? How did you let yourselves in the castle? And how come Filch and Ms Norris haven't caught you yet?"

"Simple," said Fred. He ignored the first question and by the shamefaced look on his twin's face, he wants to ignore it too.

"We used the tunnels in and out of the castle Harry," George said with a shrug. he hoped Harry hasn't forgotten about the secret tunnels in and out of the castle. Especially the one that leads inside the Hogs Head.

"And we know how to escape those two," Fred said with a slight grin. Oh, the times he and George have escaped them countless times after doing some mischief. He looked at the younger wizard firmly, "But we won't be telling you how."

Harry frowned. He would like to know how to sneak around the castle Weasley-twins style.

"It's the secrecy of the Weasley twins," stated George distractedly while closing the picnic baskets lid.

"Not to be shared with anyone else," added Fred sternly and crossed his arms over his chest. But his facial expression softened as he saw something a little concerning in Harry's eyes. They looked quite empty. He looked at his twin worriedly, knowing he'll have to have a chat with his twin and possibly Harry at some point.

"Sorry, Harry," George said, a little regretfully but smiled at him. He noticed his twin looking his way. The worried look on his twin's face made him curious as he looked back at Harry. Now he could see what his twin could see by looking Harry in the eye.

Fred cleared his throat and swallowed down the apprehension he felt for Harry. "And we came back to give Umbridge our last and final prank on her."

"What prank?" asked Harry curiously. Now, this was getting rather interesting. But didn't the twins know that Umbridge was carried away by Centaurs to who knows where? And Merlin, he was glad that toad was gone.

George chuckled at the boy and how intrigued he sounds and said, "We brought firewhiskey into the castle."

"you-," Harry started but someone finished his sentence for him.

"You what!" Ron spat in disbelief. The lights in the common room flickered on and there stood Ron on the stairs leading up to the 5th year boy's dormitory, Harry in the middle of the common room and the Weasley twins standing next to a table filled with bottles of Firewhiskey.

Ron wasn't mad that Harry never visited him or Hermione in the Hospital wing at all. It was fine because he knew, because of Sirius' death, that Harry would be struggling a lot. It just meant that sometime before everyone must get on the Hogwarts express home, that he and Hermione would have to talk to Harry about everything that happened in the Hospital wing. Especially about Umbridge. That was a must-do.

And then in came Hermione with a yawn as she wanted to do some silent reading. Her eyes adjusted to the room and she looked down at the illegal bottles inside the common room and then up to the twins in disbelief. "YOU IDIOTS!" she snapped.

Fred and George shrugged. They knew that they were idiots already. It's why they are here in the first place, obviously up to their regular mischief.

"Firewhiskey?" Harry asked silently while walking towards the tables. He knows that if he gets drunk on this stuff, he'll either become all violent (Like Uncle Vernon. Although, he hopes not) or... overly excited... He also knows Alcohol can take away the painful emotions stirring inside him... Maybe just one sip? He slowly moved towards the table but as Ron stared at his brothers and Hermione looked like she was in panic mode, Harry moved around the twins, so he was behind them and slightly out of sight.

"You do realize that if you get caught-," Hermione started seriously while calming herself down.

Fred cut her off with a smirk, "We can't get expelled, oh dear Hermione. We're already out of school anyway."

Harry quickly grabbed a black bottle of Firewhiskey before anyone else could see and studied it. He silently took off the cap and smelt it. He scrunched his face up from the very strong smell of it. It was almost like an apple cider smell. He wondered if it would taste like apple cider... He put the bottle up to his lips and took a gulp of alcohol. It was about the size of a pint but Harry didn't know that. The liquid ran down his throat like it was a fire. It burned. Burned so much it felt like a wildfire was running down his throat and spreading everywhere. He decides to take another sip, but this time was about the size of half a cup. A feeling of haziness overwhelmed him, and he wanted more.

Hermione saw her best friend, Harry Potter, in the corner of her eyes, take a sip from the most powerful alcoholic drink in the wizarding world. What she didn't know was that Harry had just had his second gulp and was on his third. "NO- HARRY! DON'T-"she shouted. But it was too late. The amount of alcohol Harry had consumed ended up being too much for Harry's teenage brain to manage. Harry did tip his head back and gulp down more of the Firewhiskey as he was already feeling the effects of the drink.

Fred, George, and Ron stared at Harry in concern, trying to see if it started affecting Harry Potter and how it would affect him. Then Harry started giggling, giggling loudly and hiccupping that sounded like a small squeak, "HiUp." Harry Potter was drunk.

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione said with a frown. She then looked at the twins sternly with a hint of anger. "See what you've done! If you never brought that drink in here, Harry wouldn't be... drunk out of his mind!"

Harry giggled and ran up to Fred and George, giving them a tight hug around their waists. He dropped the bottle on the floor, and with a flick of Hermione's wand, she stopped it from spilling everywhere on the floor. Fred and George looked down at the cuddling boy and chuckled at him.

"There's no harm done here, dear Hermione," said George with a smile while placing his arms around the young dark-haired wizard. He admired the cuddly boy who looked up at him and his twin with a huge smile. He never gets hugs from Harry but that's all fine.

"He's not killing anyone, is he?" asked Fred to Hermione with a grin. He could see the look of protest on her face and waved a hand airily at her to tell her it's okay. "It's fine."

"Fine!" snapped Ron in disbelief. Just by looking at his best mate, there was something really wrong here. He could go on a full hunt mode to find and track down Voldemort and get himself killed. "How can he be fine when he's drunk!"

Harry giggled and ran up to Ron and jumped on him for a hug. "CaLmmm DoooWnnnn RooonYYY!" he pretty much sounded like an excited child who is a little high on sugar. He giggled again and hugged Ron from on the floor.

"Gah,-" Ron yelped as his best mate crushed him. He struggled to get his best mate off him. But he admits that this is kinda funny. "Harry! Gerrof me!"

Fred and George sniggered at the two boys. Hermione looked at the twins in disappointment and shook her head.

Harry leaned up off his best mate until he held himself up by his hands and knees and frowned down at him. "Don't yoU like My cUddles?" he asked sadly, and the other Gryffindor's couldn't believe Harry's mood went from sad, to happy and back to sad again.

Ron smiled at him. He didn't realize how funny his best mate could be. "Harry, of course, I like your... err... cuddles," he tells him softly and a little awkwardly as this has never happened before. "Just please get off me so I can actually cuddle you back."

Harry smiled at him and pushed himself off his best mate with the strength he never knew he had. He stood up with his arms spread out ready for cuddles, "CuDDles Time!"

Hermione actually started laughing at her best friend. And while Ron and Harry started hugging, she turned to the twins and looked at them strictly. It seems they were trying to get away. "Hey! Get back here, you idiots!"

Fred and George froze, glanced at each other, and sighed in defeat. They weren't going to be able to escape. They turned around and both said, "Yes?"

Hermione put her hands on her hips, looking as if she was about to scold them. "Why on EARTH did you bring alcohol into school premises! You know it's illegal to do such a thing!"

Fred looked at his brother, wanting him to tell her. But George shook his head and nudged his twin forward with a smirk towards the motherly-like girl.

Fred glared at his twin for a second before turning back to the girl. It seems he must do the talking, thanks to his twin. "We wanted to prank Umbridge again by hiding bottles of Firewhiskey around the school, so she gets pissed and... well, yeah. We just want to see her reaction when she finds illegal alcohol in her school."

Hermione only became angrier at these two boys who know well that they're both mature enough to not do such a stupid thing. "You do realize Umbridge has gone already! I don't know where, but I hope she's far, far away."

Fred was about to respond back but Harry let go of the cuddle session with Ron and started excessively dancing on the maroon armchair. It was quite amusing to watch someone under the impression of Alcohol. Ron started laughing at his best mate.

Harry giggled and hiccupped while bouncing up and down on the chair. He pointed at Ron, saying in a loud slurred voice, "Do yoU knoW what IIIIII wanntt?"

Ron hesitated and shook his head. He doesn't know what his drunk best mate wants, and this was pretty funny. He knows his twin brothers deserve some kind of medallion for bringing Firewhiskey into school. "What do you want, Harry?"

"IIIII wannnnttttt," Harry started but ended up nearly falling off the armchair. He stopped dancing as Hermione came over and helped him off the armchair. "IIIIII wannnnnttttt DracOoooooo!"

Hermione tried cornering Harry, but Harry just kept speeding away from her. She looked at Ron with a chuckle, "He wants Draco. Do you think he would be up at this hour?"

Ron just shrugged and turned his attention back to his drunk best mate. As long as Harry's distracted for a long period of time the alcohol will eventually go down. "Hey, Harry? Want another hug?"

Harry looked at him, face serious, giggled, and ran up to his best mate. He pushed him down on the armchair and hugged him. "I lOOOvee Youuu, Frieendddddd!"

Ron looked up at Hermione for a little help. Even though he found this Harry undeniably hilarious. He responds, "Love you too, best mate."

And then Harry hopped off Ron and jumped into Hermione's arms. Hermione smiled in the hug, even though her best friend was highly drunk. "IIIII looOvEEEEE youuuu, Beessttt FriiIIIIenndddddd!"

"Love you too, best friend," Hermione said as she hugged her friend back tightly. "I think Fred and George want hugs too." She smiled mischievously at the twins.

Fred and George looked at each other with fake horror, even though they'd love hugs but thought why not have a little play with Harry. They both looked at Harry.

"No! Stay back!" Fred said strictly, backing himself up to a wall like Harry was some angered dog.

"Stay away!" George said with a smirk while grabbing his twin's hand and backing up to the exit to the common room.

Hermione chuckled and let Harry go. Harry grinned and slowly made his way to the twins like a panther hunting its prey. He lunged for the twins, but they had already run out of the common room.

Harry frowned and turned around. He looked back at Ron and Hermione with a pout. "I want Draco."

Ron smirked at his best mate. Oh, he'll remember this day until he dies, and he'll make sure Harry never forgets this day either. "Why do you want Draco, Harry?"

Harry grinned at Ron and began skipping around the common room. "I waaant DrAcoooo!" he sang but stopped and looked back at them. "YOu knOw whYyyyy?

"No," Hermione said while shaking her head. Merlin, if Draco is what Harry needs to calm down then she and Ron will go get the Slytherin. "Why do you want him?"

"What is all the commotion about?" asked Seamus who walked into the common room with a yawn. He's been hearing giggling and a few shouts come from down here while he was in the toilet and he wanted to find out what's happening.

"IIII wannnt Sex!" Harry yelled with a laugh. He started skipping around the common room again. Ron snorted at what Harry admitted and just wanted to roll on the floor in a heap of laughter.

Seamus burst into a fit of laughter at his dorm mate. His hand was on his stomach and he just couldn't stop laughing. "W-What did ye guys g-give him?" he asked during his loud laughter. He knows what this means. Harry is drunk. He has seen his older cousins drinking and getting drunk. Sometimes it is hilarious as his cousin keeps tripping over or making silly mistakes like thinking toast is supposed to be cooked in the oven.

Harry stopped skipping and looked at Seamus. He began to smile widely, "ShAmmYYy!"

"Uh, oh," said Ron, feeling a bit anxious for his dorm mate now. He looked at Seamus wearily, "You better run, mate. Harry's really fast and can bring you down in a single second."

And then Harry started jogging up to Seamus. Seamus slowly backed away, his hands in front of his chest as if he's trying to calm a frightened or angry dog. And then Harry jumped on him and hugged him tightly and giggled. "ShAmmMyyYy!"

Ron then started laughing hard at them. This was the funniest thing he's ever seen in his life. He'll never let Harry forget this.

Hermione really had no idea what to do about her best friend. She's never read about anything related to alcohol and its effects on people. Perhaps, in the near future, she should.

Seamus glared up at the boy on top of him. This was not the day to play around with... he smelt Harry's breath and scrunched his nose up in disgust. The bloody hell has Harry drank? "Get off, Harry!"

Harry shook his head and giggled. "ShAaMMmMyyY!" he hesitated and let out a hiccup that sounded like a 'meep'. "Dooo YoouU Know WherE DracO is?"

Seamus groaned and tried to push the other Gryffindor off him. "No, Harry. I don't know where he is." Why would he know where the blonde Slytheirn's location is? But since it is still early in the morning, he knows Draco should be in his dorm room. "But he's probably in the Slytherin dungeons."

"The SlythErin DungEons?" repeated Harry with a drunken smile. He removed himself from the angry Seamus and skipped his way to the exit of the common room. "III musT go FindD Myyy PrINcE DrAcO!"

Ron and Hermione glanced at each other, wondering if this is such a good idea or not. Hermione looked back at Seamus, "I think it's best if you forget about this morning and go back to your room." She then looked a little worried, knowing how much trouble she and her friends would get in with firewhiskey in the common room, "Please, don't tell anyone of what you saw. We have no idea how much trouble we all would be in."

Seamus looked back at his dorm mate pouncing around the room and smirked. "I don't think I will be able to forget about this but if ye don't want me to tell anyone, then I won't," he assures them as he doesn't want them getting into trouble. 

"Thank you, Seamus," Hermione said greatly. She'd hate for this to get out into the school. It would be the most talked-about topic. "It's much appreciated."

"Not a problem, Hermione," said Seamus and waved a hand airily when turning around to head back to the stairs. He looked to the other side of the room and chuckled at Harry hugging the wall and turned back to leave for the dorm room.

Hermione sighed and looked back at Ron. "Do you have a collar and a leash we can put on Harry?" she asked with a smirk on her lips, just trying to make this little problem humourous. She should have brought Crookshanks' leash down with her since she does take him for a walk when going back home or around the Burrow.

Ron snorted at the image of taking Harry for a walk around the castle like some dog or Crup. "Nope," he says and watched Harry closely so he doesn't run into anything and hurt himself somehow. "Let's just let him go for a run in the park."

Harry giggled and made his way to the exit of the common room with a wavering walk. Hermione and Ron caught up to him and made sure they stick at least a meter behind their best friend so they can't lose him even if it meant running at full speed after him.

Harry skipped through the hallways and began singing 'Ring a Ring A Rosie' on repeat even if he knew what the actual nursery rhyme meant. It was quite a dark nursery rhyme. "Ring A RinG a RoSie. A pOckEt fUll of pOSiE."

Hermione and Ron looked at each other with smiles. They felt like they were babysitting some little child. Maybe a drunk Harry wasn't so bad after all.

"A tIssUe, A tIssuE. WE aLl fAll-," Harry froze and smiled at the beautiful sight he saw in front of him with his white-blonde hair, the way he walks with poise, and that beautiful smile. "DrAAAcOOOO!"

Draco turned around from his early morning walk. He saw the Weasley twins earlier and wanted to know why they were here, but they disappeared. The next thing he knew, Harry was running up to him with a charming but silly smile and pinned him to the wall. "Hi, my beautiful Harry."

Harry giggled and kissed him while placing his arms around the Slytherin's neck. He wanted to fuck this boy into oblivion and fill his delicious arse up with his semen. "Hiiiii DrAcOoO!" he says loudly and presses his body into the Slytherin's.

Draco tasted something a little weird on Harry's lips from the kiss. His breath even smelt a little acidic too. He didn't know what it was but it had a very strong tang to it. "Hey, Harry," he said joyously and he looked at Ron and Hermione curiously. What the bloody hell happened? Hours ago Harry was depressed as hell. Now he's... happy?

"Do YoU Want to know What I wanT?" asked Harry with a hiccup and a huge smile at the sight of his boyfriend. His eyes glittered and he leaned to the side on an angle, and Draco had to hold him in place so he didn't fall over to the side.

Draco looked back at Harry with a loving smile. That little hiccup was so cute! What happened to Harry last night? Why is he acting so... happy and overexcited? He shook his head, "No, I don't know what you want. What do you want, my darling?"

"I wAAAAAnnnnnttttt," Harry said with a slurred voice and giggled, "I want SEX! With yoU, and your ArSe. "

Ron started laughing loudly, and Hermione was obviously hiding her laughter behind a smile at how loud Harry was. He could have literally woken up the entire castle.

Draco's face flushed at how loud Harry said what he had said. He looked back at Weasley and Granger seriously. Yes, they're now Weasley and Granger because obviously, they've done something. "Alright, what happened?! " he asked at once, his face becoming redder when Harry decides to start kissing his neck with sloppy kisses. "What did you give him?!"

Ron just shrugged even though he knew what his brothers gave Harry. Well, what Harry had given himself since Harry did grab that bottle of Firewhiskey and took a couple of sips from it.

Hermione sighed at Ron with disappointment as she knew he wouldn't talk so she got to the point, "Fred and George showed up in our common room earlier with bottles of-"

Harry kissed Draco hard with a giggle. He wants sex and he'll do anything to get it, even if it means rubbing himself on Draco in front of his best friends and grabbing Draco's arse. Draco kissed back with a smile and could taste that tangy substance in Harry's mouth. It was very strong; he knew that for sure. But what did Harry drink? He let out a moan, his face flushing in embarrassment at what Harry's doing in front of Weasley and Granger.

"Firewhiskey," Hermione finished as the boys continued snogging. She looked down at the ground, not wanting to see what Harry was doing to Draco in front of her and Ron's very eyes.

Draco broke out of the kiss and looked at her in disbelief, "What?" Harry kissed Draco's neck up and down continuously, making them sloppy and hot as he wants sex now. Draco groaned at how teasing Harry was becoming and he too wanted a shag. He could feel how hard Harry was becoming, even when drunk.

Ron smirked at the two. He placed a hand on Hermione's arm; Hermione looked at him, "Let's leave these two lovebirds alone, 'Mione. I believe Draco can handle Harry on his own." He winked at the Slytherin, telling him to have fun with a drunk Harry.

Draco glared at him but placed his arms around Harry. "I can handle Harry, thank you very much," he said with a matter-of-fact and looked back into those green eyes he loves. "Where do you want to go, my darling?"

Harry giggled and kissed him again on the lips, wanting to explore the Slytherin's mouth but Draco leaned out of the kiss just an inch. "Slytherin dawmitory, pwease?"

Draco chuckled at how cute that sounded coming from Harry and nodded. They haven't shagged in the Slytherin dormitory in quite some time. "Let's go, my beautiful Gryffindor boyfriend," he said as he rubbed his nose over Harry's nose with a smile.

Harry laughed excessively, intertwined his hands with the sexy Slytherin's and ran down to the dungeons with him. Draco just smiled excitingly, thinking about their future love-making on his bed in the 5th year's boy's dormitory. He couldn't wait.

When they entered the dorm, Draco placed a hand to Harry's mouth to keep him quiet – which just made Harry giggle – and he smiled at how adorable Harry is. He has a hunch that either Harry was on a sugar rush or he was... drunk. But how could a 15-year old be drunk? He had no idea. And nobody was allowed strong alcoholic drinks in the castle or they'd get expelled.

The next thing he knew Harry pushed him down on the bed and crawled on top of him. He smiled as the Gryffindor lowered himself down to kiss him and my goodness, Harry's kisses were so soft, light, and feathery and then they became so breathtaking and damn hot. Harry's hand immediately went to the bulge in Draco's pants, and Draco moaned and felt the first little ooze of pre-come leak out of his cock and into his boxers.

Harry leaned out with a grin and started taking off Draco's robes, yanking off the jumper and unbuttoning the Slytherin's shirt and placed his lips on the revealed skin of Draco. Draco let out a moan of pleasure that came deep from his throat.

"I'm," Harry released another button and placed another kiss on Draco's chest, "going," another button, another kiss, "to," the same again, "drive," he only had two buttons to go after that, "you," Draco did not resist as his shirt was pulled out of his trousers and the ritual continues, "insane," and the final button was undone.

Harry placed a kiss just above Draco's waistband. As his lover worked his way back up there was definitely tongue involved and Draco put his head back and closed his eyes, especially when Harry reached his nipples. Draco moaned and demonstrated just how much he was enjoying what Harry was doing.

When Harry bit him quite hard he almost howled and he did buck against his lover which only made him moan loader as his erection pressed against Harry's hip. The leather of his lover's trousers did nothing to hide the bulge that pressed against his leg in return either. Harry was in a desperate need as he was, but the Gryffindor had always had better control of himself in these situations.

A quick shove and Draco's pants were pulled down to his ankles. With his wand, Harry made the curtains around the bed shut them in out of the world. Less than warm air on his legs with nothing more than a pair of white boxers between his nether regions and the world was a little bit of a shock to Draco, but he quickly forgot about it when Harry ran a finger along the inside of the top of his underwear.

There was no doubt in Draco's mind what was coming next and he bit his lip in anticipation. Harry had a very talented mouth as he had already shown and if where his eyes were riveted was anything to go by, the Gryffindor had his sights set on another prize. Draco heard the same whoosh of material that had relieved him of his trousers, and he felt himself fall free of any confines. Where his boxers ended up, he had no idea, he was too intent on Harry to worry about that.

"Oh, Merlin," Draco said as his lover ran one finger along his length. When Harry's lips closed around the tip of his erection and a delicate tongue slid down over the head, Draco nearly let out a high-pitched squeal. As far as his libido was concerned it had been far too long since Harry's mouth had been where it was now and he felt all the tension of the last few days of worrying about Harry's life draining out of him.

The moan that passed his lips now was not as loud as before, but it was definitely more heartfelt. Nothing turned him to jelly like Harry's mouth, well except possibly Harry's arse, but that thought almost ended everything before it had begun by tipping him over the edge, so he forced his mind onto slightly more mundane things. At that moment, the more mundane meant focusing on Harry's beautiful hair and not on the sinful mouth slowly enveloping his cock.

Harry looked up at him through long lashes and gave him a cheeky smile before darting his tongue out one more time and lapping at the head of his erection. Draco almost lost it; it was so close that for a moment he thought he would lose control. The sight of the pink tongue on his cock was nearly too much, but with a little help from Harry's fingers behind his balls he held on. Even so, Harry had giggled at him as the Gryffindor crawled back up to him.

"Undress me," Harry whispered with a big smile.

That was an order Draco did not need to hear twice and he was in no mood to patiently remove Harry's clothes, so he didn't. Pulling out his wand, which was in his robe pocket, he cast a charm to remove Harry's clothes until he had a handful of clothes which he casually threw to the end of his bed. Harry actually looked a little shocked, but he giggled again. Draco smiled at his adorableness and cast an "Accio" charm, lube flew right into his hands and he grinned.

Harry stole the lube, poured some onto his fingers and began stroking his length with it. He pulled Draco's legs up. Draco needed little urging and legs wound around his waist as hands snaked over his shoulders and then Harry pushed into Draco in one easy stroke. This time they both moaned.

Draco groaned and rolled his eyes to the back of his head. This was amazing and he didn't want this to end. He definitely knew Harry was drunk because how could someone be this high from a sugar rush? Don't people under sugar rushes get all sleepy instead of overly excited?

Harry giggled and that just made them both groan as shock waves of pleasure ran through them both. Leaning forward, Harry placed a kiss on the end of his lover's nose – Draco smiled - and then in the same moment, Harry pulled back before pushing into Draco again. The little whine that came from the back of Draco's throat was a good indication that he had hit the sweet spot; now he was in control and he set about enjoying every second.

The noises that Draco made as Harry intensely but surely shagged him were breathy and far more elegant than what usually came out of Harry's mouth and Harry loved that they were just for him. Draco was everything a pure-blood should be, even in the heat of passion and Harry loved him for it.

And Draco moaned loudly, not caring about waking up his dorm mates as having Harry shag him like this was just heavenly. Harry was fucking him so roughly, and so quickly that Draco was already seeing those shiny pinpoints of light in his eyes when he knew he was close to coming. He really felt like he was flying, with Harry too. Merlin, Harry was so rough when drunk, and Draco was just loving this so much he didn't want this to stop at all.

They moved together as if made for each other and Harry was "very careful" until he knew he couldn't take much more. As his movements became more erratic, he realised he would not last and he did not want to come before Draco.

And now Draco started moaning, whining, and panting harder as Harry keeps hitting that beautiful spot inside him. He stared into hungry emerald green eyes, shakily reached up to his hand and touched Harry's lip with his thumb. Harry licked Draco's thumb repeatedly and then took it in his mouth, sucking hard while pounding into the Slytherin as hard as he could as he just felt so amazing being inside this beautiful blonde wizard.

"Touch yourself," he said as he eased his rhythm as much as he could, wanting to keep going until he felt the wonderful, uncontrolled muscle spasms from his lover that would signify he had done what he set out to do.

Draco's hand slipped between them and the Slytherin lost all ability to make vocal noises which meant Draco was very close and Harry upped the pace accordingly. When Draco's head went back, and the Slytherin's back arched Harry knew it was almost over and with one more thrust Draco shuddered and clenched around him.

Just for a few moments, Harry managed to hold himself back so that he could watch his lover writhing in a silent ecstasy and then his senses exploded with sensation as his orgasm took away all thought. This is what he loved the most; the moment when neither of them had control and there were no pretences at all. At this time, they were just Harry and Draco, mortal boys caught in the sublime bliss of orgasm and it was wonderful.

Harry leans his head against Draco's shoulder and just hung on. His time with his lover was always precious and he did not want this to be over. Harry kept his softening body buried in Draco. Neither of them spoke for a long time and Harry basked in the afterglow even as he tried to push all other thoughts from his mind. It felt too good to let it be corrupted by ideas of the outside and he doggedly held to the perfect moment.

Now Harry did pull back, with his upper body at least and he looked his lover in the eyes. Draco was perfectly sincere, even with his hair mussed and his eyes still dilated with arousal, and it made Harry's heartbeat just that little bit faster. Reluctantly Harry slowly pulled out and was gratified by the moan this drew from his lover. He leaned down and licked at the Slytherin's delicious sour-sweet sticky semen on Draco's stomach, and Draco carded his hands through Harry's hair. Licking his lips, Harry then lay down next to his lover, hoping it wasn't a day full of classes and as he felt arms around him, he drifted off into a deep sleep.

Draco smiled lovingly at him and planted a kiss on the Gryffindor's forehead. "I love you, my sleepy baby," he said with a yawn and placed his head back on his pillow and fell asleep as he watched Harry's breathing become slower.

Hours later, Harry woke up with a groan. He sat up and groaned again as his head was hurting, and he knew it was because of a headache. But how did he get such a terrible headache? He doesn't remember bumping his head on anything. He opened his eyes, squinted, and couldn't believe what he was seeing. Draco was in bed with him, and naked. Well, it wasn't his own bed. It was... as he looked around, he recognised it as Draco's bed in the Slytherin dormitory because of the Slytherin green drapes surrounding him. The weird thing was, he doesn't remember getting into bed with Draco and shagging at all. He doesn't remember anything. But Merlin, he does feel pretty good.

He stared down at his naked boyfriend and smiled. He then realised how dry his mouth felt. He clicked his tongue to work up moisture to combat his dry mouth. How come he forgot about last night? Just the thought sank him down into those dark pits of his mind. He reached his hand over and brushed back the blonde wizard's hair from his eyes just to feel a little better as the blonde Slytherin was so beautiful.

Harry still hadn't an idea how he got here in the first place. The last thing he remembered was waking up and feeling pretty shitty, going down to the common room, seeing Fred and George and then drinking some... firewhiskey. But now he woke up just now and feels... pretty good. The hell happened to him last night? Was it this morning right now? He didn't know.

And then silver eyes fluttered open and Harry's heart started beating faster in his chest. "G'morning, Harry."

Harry gave him a small smile, "Morning, Honey." But then he frowned and looked down at the sheets and blankets that are hiding his own naked body. "What happened, Draco?" he asks. "I- I don't remember a thing besides seeing Fred and George in the Gryffindor common room, and taking a sip of a very spicy drink."

That made Draco immediately sit up and look at his boyfriend curiously. "What do you mean?" he asked instantly, wondering if this was because of the alcohol Harry consumed. "Don't you remember anything at all that happened this morning?" He linked hands with him and looked him in those green eyes he loves. "Harry, I think you were drunk."

"Drunk?" asked Harry slowly, searching his memories and seeing himself take a few sips of Firewhiskey. Ah... "What happened, Draco? All I remember is waking up feeling terrible, going down to the common room and finding Fred and George with a basket of some kind with bottles of... I think it was Firewhiskey. I just remember wanting the pain to go away, so I took quite a long sip of the alcohol. It burned my throat, I didn't care as it actually felt nice. Then I felt a little hazy and took another few long sips. Then... I woke up here."

Draco looked down at their intertwined hands. "You seemed to have forgotten the sex we had earlier, Harry," he says casually, though, he was a little doleful. Harry didn't remember ramming that thick hunk of meat into his arse earlier this morning?

"The sex?" Now Harry just couldn't believe it. Yes, he knew he and Draco must have had sex whenever they had sex because they were both naked, but he just didn't remember it all. Now he felt bad for forgetting about it. "I'm sorry, Draco," He sounded quite sorrowful. "I forgot. I'm sorry for... drinking."

Draco looked up at him and ran his free hand up and down Harry's arm, he tried to not look down at the fresh cuts he can see that he guessed were made yesterday. "You shouldn't apologise, Harry. But I have to say, you were undeniably adorable when drunk," he admits softly. "You kept hiccuping and giggling uncontrollably, and it was just... so cute!" Harry let a small smile come across his face from the compliment. "And the last people who were with you were Granger and Weasley, so I'll have to go and interrogate them for answers as to why the twins brought alcohol into school premises."

"What time is it exactly?" asked Harry a little curiously. He didn't know where his wand was but guessed it just had to be somewhere in amongst the clothes on the end of the bed.

"I went on my morning walk at around six," said Draco with a long yawn. He remembered hearing some kind of weird singing and then giggling many hours ago on his walk. "And that's where I found you, Weasley and Granger. So, I guess it is either nine or ten in the morning."

"Nine or ten in the morning?" Harry muttered quickly as he reached for his night clothing which he flushed in embarrassment as he now had to go back to Gryffindor Tower to put on his actual clothes. He grabbed his wand from his pyjama pocket and cast a quick "Tempus." He sighed as the shiny golden numbers told him it was around 8:34 in the morning.

If he lazily counted, there were only 20 more minutes until breakfast was over. But that was okay as he finished his O.W.L.S and everything else he needed to do until the holidays. But he'd like to at least eat something from how fatigued he feels. He doesn't know who shagged who last night but by staring at the beautiful blonde wizard next to him as he quickly got dressed, he hoped he was the one inside the Slytherin.

Draco groaned and pulled Harry back down with him. "I forgot to tell you, thanks for last night," he whispered into the Gryffindor's ears and plants multiple kisses around Harry's ear. "You feel so amazing in me."

And Harry smiled, turned around so he faced the Slytherin and kissed him slowly. He was pleased Draco had told him that. So he did shag Draco this morning? "Let's go, Draco," he said as he pulled away from the kiss. "I want to actually eat something as I just feel so hungry and tired from...err... what we did and how err... awkward I got when drunk."

Draco smiled and kissed him again, "Alright."

Harry pushed the green Slytherin curtains back so he could hop out of the 4-poster, and he held his hand up to the light as if the morning light could shine through the large windows looking into the Black Lake and blind him. He tied up all the curtains to each poster of the bed, so it looks like nothing crazy happened only hours ago. When the last curtain was drawn and tied back, he saw his blonde wizard boyfriend smile down at the sheets, obviously thinking about what they did, so he crawled over to him and kissed him.

Draco smiled in the kiss and ran a hand down Harry's pyjama top and slid his hand underneath the Gryffindor's pyjama trousers and boxers. Harry slapped his hand away as he doesn't want to do that again, even if it sounds like a wonderful option, but he really wants food. Draco slowly smiled in the kiss and pulled his hand away to cup Harry's cheek.

Harry pulled away and said, "Get dressed, Draco, and stop thinking about me shagging you this morning." He watched the beautiful redness of Draco's blush appear on his pale face when the Slytherin looked at him. "I mean it, Draco," he added seriously but a little softly as well. Draco pouted at him and Harry chuckled. "I love you."

"I love you too, Harry," Draco said sweetly with a charming smile.

Harry smiled lovingly at him and he looked away. A certain movement caught his eye once again and it came from the window closest to Theodore's bed. Tentacles? Whatever he saw, it was so large ... almost like a ... squid. Was that the giant squid he saw? Merlin, it really is gigantic. The Slytherin dormitories are so cool! He wonders what else the Slytherin's can see from their dormitory windows beside Merfolk. Speaking of Merfolk, a Merman just swam by the window. He wondered if he could befriend Merfolk and earn their trust. That would be cool.

When Draco finally dressed, they headed down to the common room, but Harry tripped over. Draco grabbed him from a close encounter to falling on the cold stone floor and looked behind him at the students with their wands raised.

"Potter!" Spat Nott angrily. "My father is in prison because of you!"

"And mine!" snapped Goyle, a jinx already on his tongue to throw at the Gryffindor.

"Boys!" yelled an angry Pansy Parkinson who sat up from the black leather couch with her own wand raised at the Slytherin in a defensive pose. "You mess with him; you mess with me," she spoke to her fellow few Slytherin's pointing their wands at Harry. "NOBODY messes with Harry Potter or Draco Malfoy."

Crabbe sent a stinging jinx at her, but Pansy easily blocked it. Blaise warily got up and stood by Pansy, Draco, and Harry. He was actually happy his parents are in Azkaban.

"How DARE you!" Pansy shrieked and sent a stinging hex back. Obviously, Crabbe doesn't know how to block properly so he got hit and fell to the floor and hissed in pain for a minute. Pansy smiled evilly at her spell.

Spells were cast by each Slytherin student at the other until Draco had enough. "Stop this at once!" he spat in disbelief at how the Slytherin's are all behaving. Nobody listened. Harry tapped Draco's Prefect badge with a frown. Draco gave a reassuring smile at his boyfriend, looked up at the other Slytherin's and shouted, "Five points from Slytherin for fighting in the common room! Do you know how many students you can easily harm?!" The Slytherin's kept fighting. He cannot believe he has to deduct points from his own house. "Do you WANT me to make it fifteen points from Slytherin? How about twenty? Is that enough?"

Harry looked at him and frowned. He couldn't tell if going to the ministry wasn't such a good idea after all. Sirius is killed because of him, Draco's and many other Slytherin's' fathers are in Azkaban and who knows what else?

"DO YOU WANT ME TO MAKE IT FIFTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN?!" Draco shouted indignantly and pointed his own wand at the boys in front of him and Harry. Harry intertwined his hand with Draco's and kissed his cheek just to calm him down. It worked a little until Goyle sent a stinging hex at Harry. Draco blocked it just in time and glared at his fellow Slytherin with pure loathsome and dark angry silver eyes. "How FUCKING DARE YOU!" He walked up to his so-called 'sidekick/friend' and pushed him up against the wall. Goyle grimaced as he hit the wall pretty hard. "How dare you try to hurt my boyfriend! How dare you, you little twat!"

What is the meaning of such commotion!" Severus snapped as he entered through the common room and sent Pansy's, Gregory's, Vincent's and Draco's wands into the air. He could hear the shouting from his living quarters. "Draco, remove yourself from Gregory! And Pansy, stop strangling Vincent! Theodore put down your wand! And Harry – wait... what in Merlin's name are you doing here?"

Harry flushed and looked to the ground. There's no way he would tell his Potion's professor what happened in the 5th boy's dormitory this morning. "Just came in for a morning kiss from Draco," he said with as much innocence as he could muster and stepped back from the crowd. The fights were all caused by him and he knows it. All because he was saving Sirius, which didn't end up too well.

Nott cackled and pointed his index finger at Harry. "More like shagging Draco this morning!" he corrected the Gryffindor with a wicked Slytherin smirk. Draco glared at Nott and backed away from Goyle. He stood in front of Harry to keep him away from harm.

"Mr Nott, don't employ such atrocious language!" snarled Severus at the cackling boy. But then he looked at Harry curiously, "Did you and my godson actually..." He didn't want to embarrass the Gryffindor though.

Harry could have laughed and nodded but he shook his head, his flush reddening in embarrassment. He didn't exactly want the Potion's professor finding out about certain things he and Draco do together in bed. Draco too had a deep flush forming on his cheeks at what Nott had admitted to the professor.

Severus really looked at Harry, really looked deeply into those green eyes that remind him of Lily, and he narrowed his eyes. "Teenagers these days..." he mutters and shook his head with a sigh. "Can't even lie accurately."

That just made Harry's face feel like it's on fire. Now Severus knows of his and Draco's sexual acts in the dormitory that morning. "I... err-"

"Conserve it, Harry," Severus drawled. He shouldn't have asked in the first place.

"Since when do you call him Harry?" asked Nott with a sneer. He's never heard the dark Potion's professor call Potter 'Harry' at all. 

Severus glared at the boy with admonitory. He hoped the boy knew not to mess with the Head of House. He then looked at his godson with a serious face, "How ample points did you procure commencing the Slytherin house, Draco?"

Draco gulped down the fear of taking too many points from the Slytherin house and nervously said, "Fifty." He knows it's a lot but what could he have done to make the fighting stop? He couldn't just not do anything.

"Actually..." said Harry as he knew it wasn't fifty points that had been taken away. Don't wizards know maths? Surely, they must have learned it... "It was 90 points Draco took from the house of Slytherin."

"Harry!" Draco hissed in the Gryffindor's ear. He was sure he only took fifty points from Slytherin. Well, it's what he believes. He didn't exactly want to take points away. It's the only thing he could have done unless he were to throw furniture around the room but that's something he doesn't want to do.

Severus looked at the Gryffindor in the Slytherin common room in utter amusement. He crossed his arms over his chest and glared at his Godson. "What unerringly transpired at this juncture that you would ought to remove that quantity of points from Slytherin house, Draco?"

"Well," Draco said uneasily. He hoped his actions won't get him or Harry into trouble. "Harry and I came out of the dormitory and he tripped. He tripped over nothing! I literally saw Nott's wand pointed at us as we came out. And then Nott told us how his father is in Azkaban because it's apparently Harry's fault so that's why he tripped him."

Severus looked back at Nott furiously. "Is this true?" he said flatly. Nott looked down at the floor, trying his best not to look guilty. It was no use lying as the man could literally tell if you are lying to him.

"I see," muttered Severus. He remembered the owl he had received back at breakfast addressed to his godson. He reached into his pocket, grabbed the letter, and handed it to Draco, "This is from your mother."

Draco reached out and grabbed the letter. He studied the envelope, seeing the little smiley face on the top left and right corner of it. He smiled and nodded in approval.

"As for you three," Severus turned to Goyle, Nott and Crabbe. "Detention when you get back from the Holidays at 3:00 pm Monday! However, that won't be your last punishment."

The three boys groaned, but Crabbe complained back. "What about Pansy!" he said in disbelief that she wouldn't get into trouble for hexing him. Well, the truth is he didn't want to go down without taking someone down with him. "Shouldn't she get a detention too? She did place a stinging jinx on me!"

"Did she now?" Severus asked Pansy with a raised eyebrow. Pansy just swallowed down the guilt even though she knew the boy deserved it and nodded. "Very well," said Severus disappointingly. How more ashamed of his house could he get? "Ten points from Slytherin then!"

"She got taken points off the Slytherin house, so why not a detention?" protested Goyle angrily with his hands up in the air in disbelief.

Pansy smirked at the boys and when she looked at Harry, she smiled. "It was Crabbe who tried hexing Harry first, but I cut in and blocked it, thank you very much," she says at once. "I was defending someone and not trying to hex them. Though, I do admit to hexing him back because he deserves it!"

Draco didn't want to be in the common room any longer. He pulled Harry back into the dormitory, sat on the bed with a smile and opened the envelope. He looked up at Harry who stood in the middle of the dormitory. He smiled at Harry and patted the sheets beside him as he wants the Gryffindor to sit down.

Harry sat down next to Draco. He leaned his head on the blonde Slytherin's shoulder as Draco began to read the letter.

Dear Dragon,

(Or Harry, if you're there. Hi Harry! :) )

I am pleased to say that you and Harry are safe to come back home. Know that I do miss your father dearly, Draco, and wish he could be with us, but I am afraid that just cannot happen. Because as you should know, your father is in Azkaban. Meet at the same spot on the platform of 9 ¾ so I can pick you both up for a safe travel home.

Love, Narcissa. (Or mom)

:)

Harry softly laughed at the mention of his name on the letter. Narcissa is really a sweet woman and he's so happy that Draco has such an amazing mother. He is so glad he met someone like her who's actually like a mother to him as well.

Draco put an arm around Harry and kissed his cheek. "Looks like you'll be spending the whole holidays with me, hm?" he said though he couldn't hide the excitement in his voice. He was truly excited to be with Harry again for an entire holiday. He wonders if his mother will let him and Harry stay in the French Manor for the entire holidays, or perhaps the Australian or American one. Though, his family never go to America unless they need to.

Harry looked at him and smiled. "Yeah, seems like it," he says and leans towards him to give him a slow kiss. After, he pressed their foreheads together and looked down at the letter. "When was the letter Owled, though?"

Draco looked down at the letter and glanced at both sides and the envelope. There, in black ink, was written, '28/5' in his mother's handwriting. "Written and Owled two days ago."

And then Harry's stomach rumbled, and he groaned. "Can we please get some food now, Draco?" He almost whined as his stomach was grumbling loudly. "I'm hungry and it's rare for me to admit such a thing."

Draco laughed at his boyfriend and kissed his cheek just because of how adorable Harry's been these last few hours. Well, Harry is always adorable to Draco. "Alright, let's get going then."

They ignored everyone in the common room and headed to the kitchens. They didn't think anybody would be in the Great Hall anymore as it was now 9:15 am. When they entered through the portrait of the fruit bowl, Dobby was already there with two bowls of cornflakes already made.

"Dobby..." Harry said in utter surprise with his mouth open an inch. "How did you know we'll be coming here?"

"Dobby didn't see Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy in the Great Hall at Breakfast," started the small house elf named Dobby with a smile. "Dobby made himself invisible just to look around. Dobby got worried when Draco and Harry weren't in Great Hall. Dobby knew Draco would want Harry to eat so Dobby made food just in time."

"Thank you, Dobby," Draco said while pushing Harry's jaw back up with a smile. He kissed his boyfriend's cheek while leading him to the table and sat down in front of two of the bowls. They ate in silence, but that silence was extremely deadly to Harry, so he said, "So, Draco Malfoy..." Draco looked at him with a smile and a raised brow. "Where do you see yourself in ten years' time?"

Draco's smile grew at that question. He remembered his own mother saying that to Harry and how did Harry respond to her? By telling the family that Harry sees himself married to Draco. Oh, how that sent heat waves through his body, as he remembers it. "I'm not too sure, Harry." He nudged the Gryffindor on the arm slightly, "Perhaps I'll be married to you?"

Harry smiled at him and actually thought about what marrying Draco would be like. But he knew he shouldn't be thinking about that future plan if it ever will happen, so he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and continued eating his cornflakes.

Draco smiled at his hungry boyfriend and raised his hand up to caress his cheeks. Harry took a hold of Draco's hand and admired the beauty of it. Perfectly cut and manicured nails and soft skin. He kissed the blonde Slytherin's knuckles while never taking his eyes off his boyfriend's stunningly silver eyes.

And that was the moment where Harry leaned in and tried to get a kiss, but Draco leaned away and stopped his boyfriend from kissing him. Harry frowned at him but had to give him a smile as he could see how hard the blonde Slytherin wanted to kiss him. He could just see it in those breathtakingly silver eyes.

"No kisses or cuddles until you finish your breakfast, Harry," Draco said in a stern but also loving tone. Health matters before anything else in the world, though he believes love matters the most.

Harry sighed and continued his breakfast. But then he froze and wondered how much he humiliated himself this morning by getting drunk. "Draco... what exactly did I say when I was under the influence of alcohol?"

Draco laughed and remembered exactly what he heard come out of a giggling and drunk Harry Potter's mouth. "First, you just couldn't stop giggling and hiccuping, which was very cute," he tells a red-faced Harry whose face was only getting redder. "And then when I came across you in the corridors with Granger and Weasley behind you, you asked me what you want, so I asked what you wanted and then you yelled 'Sex', and my arse-"

"-Oh, god," Harry interrupted him and ran his hands through his dark messy hair gracelessly. How embarrassing, he thought sadly, wondering how long it would take for Hermione and Ron to forget about that whole incident. What else could he have said?

Draco laughed again. "That's pretty much all you said, and after you said that, we went to the Slytherin Dungeons and had marvellous sex in my bed," he admitted easily and swirled his spoon around in the milk with a satisfied smirk. "You were a little rough during our love-making, but I didn't mind it one bit. A rough Harry is a damn sexy Harry." Harry snorted at that, and Draco sighed. "If you wanted to find out more, you'll have to ask Weasley and Granger about it. I know I still need to ask them how those Weasel twins came into possession of such a strong alcoholic drink that's illegal to bring to school."

"Oh, god," Harry repeated but a little quieter. How could he have done such a stupid thing? He groaned and placed his head on the cold table. But at least he knows it can drain away his depression for a little while until the alcohol goes from his system.

Draco smiled at him and reaches over to run his hands through Harry's dark hair. "You finished your breakfast yet?"

"Yes," Harry muttered with a frown. But he looked down at his sleeves and sighed deeply. He was still wearing his pyjamas. How embarrassing! Could his life suffer more from total embarrassment?

Draco sighed at the frown on his boyfriend's face. Merlin knows what Harry was feeling right now. If it was him in this situation, he would be feeling genuinely embarrassed as he wouldn't have even remembered what he had done. So, he asked himself, what had Harry done before he saw him in the corridors in the early morning?

He decided to take Harry back to Gryffindor tower quickly as he noticed the blush on his boyfriend's cheeks when staring down at his pyjamas. If only he had Harry's invisibility cloak on him so Harry wouldn't feel embarrassed about walking the corridors in his pyjamas.

And finally, as they reached Gryffindor Tower, Harry headed straight to his dorm to get dressed in his school robes. The only people that were in the dorm was Seamus, Neville and Dean, but they looked sound asleep. After Harry was dressed fully, he and Draco headed to the common room and Harry froze as he saw a smirking Hermione and Ron looking at them from the two maroon armchairs in front of the fireplace.

"Right," said Draco. He got instantly to the point of the conversation he needed to start. "I want to know how the twins managed to sneak Firewhiskey into Hogwarts and why you two didn't stop Harry from drinking said substance. Care to explain... please?"

Ron looked at Hermione, waiting for her to answer but the fluffy-haired Gryffindor girl shook her head. She talked already; it was Ron's turn. Ron sighed deeply and gestured the two to sit down as this would probably be a very long conversation. As Harry and Draco sat down in front of the fireplace together, he began, "This morning, around four thirty-three, I heard movement in the dorm and woke up. I just knew it had to be Harry as neither Neville, Seamus nor Dean would be up that early. So, being my curious self, I followed him down to the common room. It was pitch black, so it was hard to see anything. I turned on the lights and that's where I saw my brother's Fred and George and Harry."

Draco nodded. He saw the twins this morning around 6:03 in the morning. He even followed them but as he reached another corridor with a knight statue, they had disappeared. It was strange how those misfits just disappear from sight with a basket of Firewhiskey.

"And when I saw my brothers and what they had placed on the table," Ron looked at the round table beside him and Hermione where the bottles were, "I just knew they were up to something. I don't even think they're allowed on school premises anymore, but they showed up with a whole picnic basket full of Firewhiskey."

"And then I came in," said Hermione quickly. She was still pissed that the twins would do something so immature.

"Yeah," Ron said, remembering the yawning Hermione. He smirked when remembering how angry she was when seeing the bottles. "So, Hermione began to scold the twins and tell them they could get expelled. But my brothers told her they can't get expelled as they're out of school already." He looked up at Harry. "And that's when... well, I didn't see Harry take a sip from the bottle. All I saw was the open bottle in Harry's hand."

"I saw Harry drink from the bottle," Hermione said with a slight frown. It was terrifying to remember. Especially since she doesn't know how it can affect her best friend. "I don't exactly know how many shots Harry took, and by shots, I meant how much he had."

"And then Harry started giggling uncontrollably," said Ron with a smile at his best mate and Harry flushed a little and just wanted to hide in Draco's jumper and melt into the Slytherin's warmth.

Draco chuckled and squeezed his hand in Harry's. This was quite amusing to hear since it was about his drunk boyfriend. Harry had to let out a little laugh as that does sound quite funny to hear, even if it was himself that had been giggling at 5 or 6 in the morning.

"And," Hermione added and looked at Ron. "He practically shouted "Rony" at Ron and leapt into his arms for a cuddle. Oh, and when Seamus came down he might have jumped into his arms and shouted 'Shamey'."

Harry flushed in embarrassment and looked up at Ron with an apologetic smile, "Sorry... err... for that. I um... I was obviously drunk and couldn't think properly."

Ron waved a hand airily in the air. He knows it's just Harry when drunk. What he hopes is not to witness a fully drunk Harry who has had either an entire bottle of Firewhiskey or more. "It's nothing, though. It was quite fun to get a few hugs from you."

Harry gave him a quick smile. "Please, continue with this embarrassing memory." He just wants this traumatic experience to end quickly but also wants to hear what else happened during that time.

Ron gave a small nod. "While Harry and I were cuddling, Hermione was asking the twins why they brought Firewhiskey into the school," he tells the Slytherin, knowing he would like to hear more about how Fred and George complete their little missions undetected. "I heard something about Umbridge and a prank, that's pretty much all."

"The twins wanted to play a prank on Professor Umbridge by hiding full Firewhiskey bottles around the castle but somewhere they can be found," said Hermione with a little laugh. She has to admit, the twins are quite funny even if their prank can get a little out of hand. "That was so Umbridge gets annoyed and starts questioning students as to who might be bringing the drink into Hogwarts. But that's when I told them that Umbridge is gone."

"Merlin," Draco said, amused. He was rather impressed with the twins and their shenanigans. Harry looked up at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek before returning his head to lay on Draco's shoulder again.

"And then Harry asked us, 'Know what I want?'," Ron said with a side-smile as he knew what else Harry had said. He just couldn't believe his best mate acted so child-like this morning. It was hilarious and he wished he had something to record it on so he can show others later. "Harry said to us, 'I want Draccooo'. He started jumping up and down on the couches and everything."

Harry's face flushed again, hoping he didn't say anything more humiliating than everything he's already heard from Hermione, Ron and Draco.

"And skipping," Hermione added to what Ron said, smiling at her flushed best friend.

Harry kept his hand intertwined with Draco's and his forehead on the Slytherin's shoulder. He kept asking himself, why did this even happen?

Draco started laughing. How can Harry be even cuter? He gave Harry multiple kisses on the forehead with a smile as his boyfriend deserves them for what he's been doing when drunk. "What else has my Harry done?" he asked the two Gryffindor's.

Harry groaned on Draco's shoulder. He doesn't want to hear anymore but then again, he does.

"And then Harry asked us what he wants again, but from you," Ron continues. "Then Seamus came into the common room and then Harry shouted, 'I want SEX!'" He began to laugh some more as he remembered last night pretty clearly. "And then he!" he pointed to Harry, "Jumped on Seamus and gave him a hug. It was... Bloody hell! Hilarious!"

"Merlin's Beard..." Draco said with a light chuckle. "Drunk Harry likes cuddles, doesn't he?" he asked his boyfriend fondly with a smile.

Harry just blushed and gave Draco a little kiss to the mouth. He knew that was only one time and he will make sure that will be his last time getting drunk unless he and Draco decide to get drunk together when they're seventeen or eighteen. "I don't know, Draco. That was my first time getting... drunk. Who knows how else the alcohol could have affected me?"

Hermione frowned. She wished she knew a bit about alcohol so she could help Harry with knowing about its effects. Sometimes she does wish she went to muggle school to learn about... all that interesting subjects like maths, ancient History, Geography, and other subjects that sound interesting.

"So, guys," Harry started as he wanted to know how their time in the Hospital Ward was since he never went to visit them which pains him to think about as he remembers Sirius' death and how they were injured at the Department of Mysteries. "Tell us about what happened in the Hospital Ward," he said blankly as his dark thoughts started coming back to him.

Ron and Hermione proceeded to tell Harry and Draco about what happened in the Hospital Ward as they never came. They started with Umbridge and how shocked she was, even the slightest clicking noise made the woman sit up fast and survey the room in fear. To Ron, it was hilarious as he'd always taunt Umbridge with clicking noises.

To their surprise, Umbridge did leave the Hospital Ward and the grounds of Hogwarts back to the ministry. And then Hermione told them about all the articles in the Prophet, what's going on in school – preferably, Flitwick getting rid of the swamp Fred and George made. It all just went on for another hour until Ron was nearly drifting off to sleep and Hermione distracted herself by looking around the room.

"Well," said Draco as he could see how tired the Gryffindor's were. He found this talk quite interesting but now he just wants to leave and take Harry with him. "Thank you for telling us that, it was very entertaining, but Harry and I have to go."

Harry looked at him curiously. What did Draco mean? He had no idea. But he decided to go with what the blonde Slytherin was talking about – whatever he was talking about – even if he'd like to spend more time with Hermione and Ron.

"Oh, all right," said Hermione with a yawn, not really caring where the two run off to.

Draco nodded at the two Gryffindor's and led Harry back out of the common room. They headed to the Library to do some snuggling and silent reading together. Draco mostly read to Harry while Harry lay down on the Slytherin and slowly fell asleep from the comfort of his boyfriend and his calming voice.

*****

Harry was standing in front of the Mirror of Erised. He was eleven years old again, small, innocent, and naive to the dangers of Voldemort. His mother's face was smiling down at him. Her bright green eyes, so much like her son's, was glittering with unshed tears. Harry reached up and pressed his hand to the glass. His heart wrenched with a fierce pain of longing for the family he had lost...

"Harry, wake up!"

Someone shook Harry awake, pulling him out of his dream, away from his mother.

"Wake up, Harry!" Ron said gently. "It's time to get dressed. We have literally two hours until the train leaves for London."

Harry opened his eyes. Ron was looking down at him, there was nobody else in the dormitory. He groaned and pulled the sheets over his head. Last night Harry didn't get any sleep and he stayed awake for seven hours. He had cried himself to sleep as the thought of Sirius falling into the veil replayed in his head. And after that mental breakdown, it drained him of his energy, so he somehow had fallen asleep.

"Harry!" Ron said louder. He spelled the warm sheets and blanket down, leaving Harry shivering in his bed.

"Hey!" Harry mumbled tiredly. He didn't want to go anywhere, he just wanted to stay in bed and sleep, possibly for the entire week so he can see his mother and father again. But he knew he could do that once he gets to Malfoy Manor or even the Venetian Manor, or France. Whichever manor Narcissa will take him and Draco too. But then he remembered something... "Draco..."

Ron smiled down at him, "Yes, Harry, you can get to see your...err... Drakey boo or whatever you call him." He snorted at the name coming from his own mouth. "Anyway, get up!"

Harry groaned again but sat up in bed, wiping the sleep away from his eyes. He put his glasses on which lay on his pillow. It was a bad habit he should try to break. He looked sleepily up at Ron, who still smiled down at him. "What?"

"Does someone want a cuddle?" Ron asked with a smirk on his lips, remembering how drunk Harry was days ago and how cuddly he was. He could have laughed for saying that to his best mate but really, cuddles are quite fun. He must give Blaise some cuddles too!

Harry raised a slow eyebrow at him. The only person he gives cuddles to is Draco. Ron huffed and turned away, muttering a "fine." Harry forced a smile at him before getting himself dressed and heading to the bathroom with his pills to take the first one of the day.

Ten minutes later, Harry was down in the common room with everything packed and ready to go. He didn't want to go to breakfast as he just wasn't hungry. He actually was hungry, but he just didn't want to eat. Or even be up this late. The only thing that gave Harry hope and manages to get out of bed was Draco. If he didn't have Draco at all he'd probably be still up in bed or... dead. Even though death sounds like a lovely option to remove all this guilt, sorrow, and depression, he just couldn't do it. He wouldn't do it. He knows how upset Draco would be, as he knows how upset he would be if Draco died.

He removed that horrible thought out of his mind. Why was he even thinking that? He sighed miserably and decided to go for a walk around the castle to try and clear the dark thoughts evading his mind.

The fresh morning air outside didn't do him any good, it just sank him deeper into those dark pits of his mind. He knew his trunk will just magically appear in the Hogwarts express somehow so he didn't need to worry about going back up to the common room to fetch it. But he did anyway, and he got Hedwig too.

When there were just 59 minutes left until the train departs, Harry decided to head to the train early and find a compartment to himself. He froze at the familiar sight of whitish-blonde hair near a bunch of pine trees. He didn't expect Draco to be there, but then again, the Slytherin is always on time. That smile the Slytherin gave him really made his heart flutter in his chest, even though he could also see the concern in the boy's eyes.

"Harry!" Draco said with a sigh of relief and walked up to him. "Merlin, I've been looking everywhere for-" Harry hugged him tightly, not letting go, not wanting to let go. He wished Draco were there in bed with him after he woke up from the... dream... of his parents. It was strange, it wasn't a nightmare at all. What was going on with that?

Draco smiled in the hug and kissed a patch of Harry's dark hair above his ears and smelled that delicious scent of Pine. "Harry... where were you all morning?" he asked quickly. "And for some darn reason, I wasn't allowed in the common room."

Harry frowned. Why hadn't anybody told him Draco had tried to come into the dormitory? The only possible reason was that everyone might be a little scared of Draco because his father was sent to Azkaban. But it doesn't mean that Draco's evil, he really isn't. He's just a sweet, kind, handsome boy who just wants to live his life as normal as a wizard can get.

"Sorry, Draco," Harry said with a mixture of regret and sadness. "I slept in and woke up to Ron towering over me and telling me to get up as there were only two hours left until the Hogwarts express leaves."

"As long as you had a good sleep, that's all that really matters, Harry," Draco said quietly and tightened the hug a little as he could hear the sadness in Harry's tone. He just hoped Harry's night was okay, and if it wasn't bad or anything.

"Yeah, good sleep," But Harry just sounded sarcastic and Draco frowned a little and pulled gently out of the hug but only far enough so he could see into those green and dull eyes. What happened to Harry during the night?

"Harry, what did you dream of last night?" the Slytherin asked softly. "Can you tell me, please? Remember that talking helps."

Harry just rest his forehead against Draco's and sighed deeply. Did he want to tell the Slytherin? Would it actually help a little?

Draco pressed his lips to Harry's forehead. He knew it wouldn't help the Gryffindor in telling him about the dream, but he just hoped it'll give Harry some strength to tell him when he can. "I love you," he whispered before kissing Harry's forehead again.

"I love you too," Harry said in a broken and quiet voice. He buried his nose in the crook of Draco's neck and let out a few tears that he's been holding in for many hours. He felt protected in the hug. He was just so tired. He felt emotionally drained from last night. He hated himself for crying on the Slytherin, he really felt like a kid. A pathetic kid. "I-I'm just a-a p-pathetic k-kid," he sobbed and stuttered at the same time.

Draco disliked what he was hearing. Harry was not a kid nor was he pathetic. He removed one of his hands from Harry's back and lifted Harry's chin up to lock eyes with him. Tearful and beautiful emerald green eyes he could see. He felt his heart broke in his chest at the sight of the handsome but broken boy in his arms. "You're not a pathetic kid, Harry," he says sadly, just detesting how Harry hates himself. "Please don't ever say that about yourself because it's not true." He frowns at the Gryffindor who's looking so depressed. "Let's head on the train, Harry." But before he even thought about moving, he kissed the dark-haired Gryffindor.

Harry melted in the kiss as always because of how soft and feathery Draco's kisses were. They weren't demanding, rough, or hungry either. Just soft and loving and that's all Harry needed to feel a little better.

They hopped on the train and picked a compartment together. Harry sat down on the seat to the left and stared absentmindedly down at the floor. Draco closed all the windows of the compartment shut and locked the door. He then joined his Gryffindor boyfriend on the seats and put an arm around him.

Harry leaned down on Draco, sighing as the Slytherin's arms wrapped around his stomach and soft lips kissed his forehead. He loves Draco and his cuddles, hugs and snuggles. Unless snuggles and cuddles are the same thing... he doesn't know but he loves both.

"I saw my mum and dad," Harry blurted out slowly and quietly. He could hear the sounds of voices and compartment doors closing outside of their compartment and knew all the students of Hogwarts were boarding the train.

"You saw your... parents?" Draco asked him in disbelief. Of course, the dream Harry had! But what happened to make Harry sad about it? "Harry, talk to me about it. Please."

Harry tried his best to explain his dream without tearing up even if it was difficult. He even told Draco about the Mirror of Erised and Draco listened very carefully. And when Harry broke down into tears again, Draco tightened the hug and whispered words that calmed Harry down and in a couple of minutes, the Gryffindor fell asleep in the Slytherin's arms.

A few hours later, they grabbed their trunks, owls, and headed out of the train. Harry was a little slow, and he clung to Draco like a shy little kid. Draco smiled at his clingy boyfriend and gave him a kiss on his forehead. But he spotted someone out of the corner of his eye who was his mother. His mother wearing a long-sleeved green and black dress. His mother always looks her best when going out, he knew.

But what concerned him, when they walked towards her, was the look in his mother's eyes and he could tell that she had been crying. But what about? Surely, she couldn't still be sad that his father is locked up in Azkaban, right? "Mother?" he asked with concern, let go of Harry after a quick kiss and enveloped her in a tight hug. "What's wrong?"

Harry stood next to the two Malfoy's and looked at Narcissa with complete and utter worry. He knew it must be tough to have her husband locked up in Azkaban for... life.

Narcissa pulled out of the hug slowly, forgetting about how upset she looked and gave the boys a smile. "You both..." She swallowed down a hard lump in her throat. "Will be staying at the Burrow for the holidays."

"What?" Draco asked loudly in scepticism. He doesn't understand this. His mother literally wrote a letter addressed to him and Harry saying that they can come home as it is now 'safe'. Is it not safe anymore? "Why? Why can't we come home with you? What's the matter?"

Narcissa just shook her head and turned around, trying to find a familiar family of redheads. When she spotted them, she called, "Molly!" Her voice sounded a bit shaky, but still had that elegant ring to it. "Molly Weasley!"

Molly Weasley turned around to find where that voice was coming from. Of course, Narcissa Malfoy. She knew she had to take Harry and Draco home to the Burrow, as requested by Narcissa because of such shocking reasons. Once all her son and daughter made it back safely to her, she and her family made their way to the two Malfoy's and Harry. She smiled at the mother of Draco. "Are they ready to go?"

Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Draco shared curious glances. They still wanted to know why Harry and Draco were being sent to the Burrow for the Holidays. To Harry's relief, at least he's not going back to the Dursleys. He has Draco to thank for that so he placed an arm around his blonde Slytherin wizard's waist. Draco looked down at him and smiled.

Narcissa gave a short nod and ushered her son and Harry towards the Weasley family. But then she let the tears run down her face. Molly looked at her sadly and gave her a soft hug. Draco and Harry wanted to give the woman a hug too as she really deserves some right now. Ron and Ginny had no idea what was going on right now, they were speechless as they were seeing Narcissa Malfoy in tears.

"I-I miss him so much," Narcissa sobbed softly in the other woman's embrace. "I don't want h-him gone f-forever."

"Oh, sweetheart," Molly said sadly and rubbed her hand over Narcissa's back. She knew what's going to happen very soon. "But you do know he will-"

Narcissa cut her off with a sob, "-I know." She sniffed and placed a finger under her nose to stop her nose from running. "I heard one of the conversations about a week ago if things don't go to plan. But still, what if that plan goes wrong too?"

Molly frowned. She really didn't know what to do in this situation. Apparently, Narcissa had learned that Voldemort, Lucius, and the other Death Eaters are planning something major and that if it doesn't go to plan and most Death Eaters are sent to Azkaban, Voldemort would somehow let them out.

No wonder Narcissa wants to keep her son safe somewhere far away from the Manor in the event that Voldemort succeeds in freeing the Death Eaters. And another reason she wants her son to stay in the Burrow is that if Voldemort frees every Death Eater and they come back to Malfoy Manor, nothing bad could happen to Draco and he's not going to be made to do certain tasks like Lucius.

Narcissa broke out of the hug and dabbed away the tears on her sleeve. "I think it is best if I leave now," she eventually says. She looked at her son and Harry sadly, "Look after each other, please?"

Draco and Harry nodded while squeezing each other's hands tightly. And then Narcissa wrapped her arms tightly around her son again, "I love you, my Dragon. Stay safe."

"I love you too, mother. I promise to stay safe with Harry," Draco promised her while holding back his own tears in the hug. He wished his mother could tell him why he's being sent to the Burrow. He doesn't mind it at all, as long as he has fun there. But he knows if Harry's there with him, he will definitely be having fun. Lots and lots of it.

Narcissa gave Draco a kiss on the forehead and then moved out of the hug. Then she pulled Harry into a hug. Harry hesitated at first but then hugged back with a small smile. "look after my Dragon, Harry. Take care of yourself. Remember that we all love you." She didn't want to mention her cousin, Sirius. Just in case it will trigger the young wizard and she also doesn't want to mention him either. She really misses him, as well as Lucius.

"I will, Narcissa," Harry assures her as he let go of the hug. He gave her a reassuring smile while intertwining his hand with Draco's again. He doesn't know why he wouldn't take care of Draco, though, taking care of himself will be a little difficult.

Narcissa took a step back and sighed at the two. This was very hard to say goodbye until it is safe again which she just doesn't know when it will be. "Severus, if you need him, is just a Floo call away." She looked at Harry, "When you need to talk to him about anything, he will be there."

Harry nodded. Although, because of the last Occlumency lesson, he does not think Severus would still help him. But he trusts Narcissa, and if she says Severus will be there for a therapy session then he will make sure to ask if he can.

Narcissa sent one last look back at her son, placed both hands over her lips and blew a kiss at him. Then she apparated away, back to Malfoy Manor.

Draco frowned at the realisation where he just doesn't know if he'll be able to see his mother again but tried to stay strong. He'll stay strong for his mother, as she wished he should. But he let that one tear fall down his face.

Harry wiped that salty beautiful tear away from his boyfriend's face and placed his arms around Draco in a loose hug. Draco buried his face in Harry's neck, trying his best to not cry even if he knew it was okay to cry.

Molly sighed at the two with happiness, but she still felt a little sad for Narcissa and Draco. She walked over to them and placed a hand on both of their shoulders. "Let's go, boys. I need to get you both home before dinner so you can sort out your bedrooms. Draco, sweety, everything your mother knows you need most is already at the Burrow. Fred, George, and I went back to your relative's place, Harry, to gather everything else you own." Both boys nodded their heads as a non-verbal thank you.

When they were at the Burrow, Ron led Harry and Draco to his room so they could unpack their belongings. Mrs Weasley had charmed Ron's room hours before they arrived to look two times bigger. She even charmed the closet and drawers to give them extra space for Draco and Harry to store their own items in.

Mrs Weasley looked between the Slytherin and Gryffindor a little sternly with her hands on her hips. "Now, as I know you two are a thing... which I accept." She looked at her son with a huff, saying, "I don't know why you would think I wouldn't accept you for liking who you want." Ron grimaced as he looked down to the floor of his bedroom. Mrs Weasley looked back between the couple, "I just want to let you two know that I won't accept you two sleeping together and you know what I mean. I don't mind if you're in bed together, sleeping... Just not... you know."

Ron snorted in the background. Besides, there was no way he would let his best mate and Draco shag in his own room. No bloody way!

"We understand, Mrs Weasley," Draco said with a smile as he opened the two trunks on his yellow quilted bed that surprisingly had everything he owned. Well, nearly everything. Hair products, clothes, books, broomstick? But damn, that was hard to hear. No shagging? How will he live without sex with Harry? Honestly, it's just going to be two months. How hard could it be?

Mrs Weasley smiled back at Draco. She's glad Harry has such a lovely gentleman as a boyfriend. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," she tells them. "Come down when you're ready."

"Yes, mum!" said Ron while leaning down on his bed, crossing his arms behind his head as a pillow.

"Yes, Mrs Weasley," chorused Harry and Draco. As soon as Ron's mother had left the room, Draco pulled Harry down on the bed in the middle of the room with a grin on his face.

Harry stared up into silver eyes and smiled. "It's a shame we can't fuck until we go back to school," he says while moving his hands up to Draco's waist to get a good grip on him. Ron looked at his best mate curiously at the new word.

"Yeah," Draco said with a long sigh of dissatisfaction. He would really like to be able to make love with Harry during the holidays though. Or Harry making love with him. He looked at Ron with a smirk, "Unless Ronnykins will lend us his bedroom for a night."

Ron sent a horrified and disgusted look the Slytherin's way, "Good luck with that, mate." He's not letting these two shag in his room. Even if it is just on another bed.

Harry sighed and pouted at Ron. He knows Draco will do anything to get what he wants, especially manipulation. So he tried his own form of manipulation. "How about you give us your bedroom for twenty times a month?" he suggested the trade. "Is that fair?"

Draco looked down at his boyfriend and kissed his forehead in approval. Now he knows he and Harry are getting somewhere and hopefully will get what they want.

Ron looked back at Harry and shook his head while ignoring the Slytherin on top of his best mate. "Not going to happen, mate."

"How about fifteen?" asked Draco, but Ron shook his head again.

"twelve?" Harry suggested. Ron sighed and shook his head, wondering if this would stop.

"Alright," said Draco with a hard smile. If this is how Weasley will play, then so be it. It's time for some Slytherin tactics. "How about five? Five this month, five the next. You only need to give up your room ten times throughout the summer holidays. Do we have a deal as it's a pretty fair one considering I'm being the nice one here?"

"Nice?" said Ron with a snort in disbelief. "This isn't a game of who's-." A cowbell rang from downstairs, interrupting Ron and what he was about to say. He groaned, knowing it's dinnertime. "Fine!" he said as he got up from his bed. "But only five!" Then he walked out the door of his bedroom, disappearing from sight.

Draco looked back down at the beautiful Gryffindor bloke underneath him, smirked and kissed him. Harry smiled in the kiss and brought his hands up to caress the Slytherin's neck. But he knew Mrs Weasley would be curious about why he and Draco weren't down at the dinner table, so he slowly pulled him off. "Not tonight, honey. Perhaps in a few days' time."

Draco still had a smirk on his face as he got off Harry's bed. "That can be arranged, my darling," he said smoothly and kissed him with all the love he has in him. Then they headed down to dinner for steak and Kidney pies.

"So, Draco," started Mr Weasley just as the couple sat down. Draco looked up at father Weasley from his piece of pie. "Who do you like best out of your parents?" He was a little curious about this boy Harry's dating since he's the son of Lucius Malfoy.

"Arthur!" Mrs Weasley hissed irately at her husband.

"To be honest, my mother," said Draco with a quick smile. Well, he loves his parents equally the same. He knew Mr Weasley and his father never got along well; he just wants to impress the man. But as he remembered his mother apparating out of Platform 9 ¾, a frown had come across his face.

Harry intertwined their hands under the dinner table and squeezed his hand reassuringly. Why not give compliments to his boyfriend's mother just to make him feel better? He looked over at Mr Weasley, "Narcissa is a wonderful and sweet lady. She is very caring, strong and really likes to cook. She has her own art studio at the Manor, and her own greenhouses full of plants." Then he frowned, "Sadly, she has a stereotype that a lot of wizarding folks have for her. They think she's selfish and cruel when she's not."

Draco gave Harry a loving smile and squeezed his hand back. He felt so compassionate towards Harry for what he has said about his mother. It's sweet how Harry's standing up for his dear mother.

"And what's your opinion on your father, Draco?" asked Mr Weasley, intrigued.

"Umm," Draco stared blankly back down into his pie. He doesn't want to talk about his father right now, especially as he's in Azkaban... rotting away... Oh, Merlin. He blinked and felt the sting of tears in his eyes.

Harry obviously saw the discomfort in talking about Lucius like this and sighed in disappointment at Ron's father. Honestly, if Sirius was here... Sirius, right... He couldn't take this right now, nor could Draco. He stood up from the table and said, "Draco and I are going to eat in Ron's room if you don't mind."

"Not at all, Harry," Mrs Weasley said kindly with a smile. But deep down, she was rather angry at her husband for saying such words to a teenager when his father is in Prison.

With a nod, Harry and Draco wandered back up to Ron's room with their dinner floating behind them, thanks to a charm Mrs Weasley had cast for them. They sat on Harry's bedside by side and both ate in silence while slightly leaning their heads on each other.

The silence was ended as Ron walked into the room looking very disappointed and remorseful. "I'm sorry for the questions my dad asked you and how he behaved, Draco," Ron sat down on his own bed but continued to look at the two.

"It's fine, Ron," Draco said slowly, now losing his appetite at the sight of his food. He looked up at the redhead, giving him a hesitant smile for the apology, "Thanks."

Ron nodded sadly at him. "To change the topic, what does 'fuck' mean?" he asked curiously and then Harry and Draco glanced at each other and began to laugh. "What?" He asked with a confused smile. At least he could put a smile on their faces for the night.