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Of Lions And Lambs - Part Three	By : Marblez Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5221 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Twenty

As Draco watched, his eyes still glazed over from the remarkably powerful painkillers he was on a mass exodus took place in the clearing;

Alice was the first to leave, crying out for her mate as she disappeared into the trees. Emmett looked torn for a moment before he took off after Alice, also heading home to be with his mate. Carlisle spent a couple of minutes just holding his wife in his arms, pressing soft kisses to the top of her head. They didn't speak as he pulled away from her, nor when he kissed her gently on the lips. In fact he only said one thing before he left the clearing, one simple ordinary thing,

"I don't know how long I'll be out but I'll see you later."

And then he was gone, sprinting out of the clearing, heading for La Push.

"I think…I think the painkillers are starting to wear off…" Draco mumbled with a pained grimace, looking down at his legs as a sharp pain lanced up his spine.

"Do you want to lie down again until Blaise gets here?" Jasper asked.

"That…that might be a good id–"

*POP!*

"Honey, I'm back!" Blaise called out light-heartedly as he re-appeared in the clearing, turning on the spot slowly to face the group. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight that greeted him. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he screamed as he ran across the clearing, "When I said I'd stabilised him I did not mean for you to go picking him up like that! Do you have any idea what damage you might have done to his back?"

"I wasn't going to look weak in front of the…the nasty vampires…" Draco muttered, hissing as another sharp pain pierced his spine. "Any chance of…of getting another one of those pain-killing spells?"

"Not a chance," Blaise said sharply as he reached the couple, putting Draco's other arm around his shoulders. "Just because the last dose isn't working any more doesn't mean it's not still in your system and I will not be responsible for you overdosing. The best thing I can do for you right now is…"

*POP!*

The Accident and Emergency department of St Mungo's was even busier and louder than your average muggle A&E on a Friday night. All at once Jasper was assaulted with the smells of sickness…of infection…and blood. His pupils dilated as he fought against his natural instincts, his eyes turning almost completely black as he held his boyfriend close.

"Nurse!" Blaise called out to a rather harassed looking young woman as she hurried past. "Nurse, my friend needs to see a medi-wizard right away."

"I'm afraid he'll have to register and wait just like everyone else," the young Nurse repeated what seemed to be a well practised apology. Draco whimpered in pain and Jasper saw red, growled at the woman in a way that only a vampire could, baring his razor sharp teeth.

"Jasper, please, let me handle this," Blaise requested softly as the young nurse gasped and backed away in fear. "I'm sorry. He is my friends mate and he's very worried about him."

"That's…ok…" the nurse accepted the apology hesitantly, turning to leave.

"My friend broke his back nearly forty-five minutes ago, resulting in a complete loss of feeling in his legs. I have some basic medical training and was able to stabilise his injuries but he needs to see a medi-wizard as soon as possible before the damage becomes irreversible," Blaise informed the nurse, his tone completely serious. The nurse stared at him for a moment before moving on to stare at Draco, giving him a longer more assessing look than before…

"Dr Azriel!" she cried out suddenly, her shrill voice carrying above the noise of the busy room, bringing a grey haired man in a set of dark Wizarding robes hurrying out of an examination room.

"What do we have?" the medi-wizard demanded, his eyes already assessing Draco as the nurse repeated what Blaise had just told her, almost word for word. He nodded in understanding, conjuring up a gurney and helping them to gently lift Draco onto it. "How was he injured?"

"He was thrown into a tree during a fight with some newborn vampires," Blaise answered as the medi-wizard flicked his wand to start the gurney moving.

"I'm picking up a bone stabilising spell…" the medi-wizard mumbled as he began his magical examination while they were still moving.

"We couldn't get here until now so I stabilised his condition as best as I could," Blaise explained as they hurried to keep up with the doctor and the gurney.

"You're actions probably saved your friends spine," the medi-wizard told him seriously as he continued his examination. "If his condition had been left completely untreated for this long there would have been nothing that I could have done…"

"But you can, right?" Blaise asked. "You can heal his back, can't you?"

"I'm optimistic."

To Jasper this did not sound good but Blaise seemed to relax a little bit…perhaps "optimistic" meant something different in the Wizarding world.

"I'm sorry but only medical staff are permitted inside the operating theatre," a different medi-wizard said as the gurney was wheeled through a set of doors, placing a hand on Jaspers chest to stop him entering the magically sterilised room.

Jasper saw red – how dare these people try to keep him from his mate!

"Jasper – no!" Blaise cried out fearfully and it took the vampire a moment to realise that he had the medi-wizard pinned to the wall by his throat. Stepping back suddenly he released the medi-wizard who doubled over coughing, his fearful eyes remaining on Jasper the entire time.

The vampire spared him another angry glance before rushing into the operating theatre – let any of them try to take him from his mate's side…

"I'm sorry," Blaise apologised softly.

"What…what was that?" the medi-wizard asked in shock.

"A vampire who is very, very worried for his mate," Blaise explained simply. The medi-wizard gasped, his wide eyes staring at Jasper who was now crouched beside Draco and holding his hand reassuringly as the wizard was put under for the operation. "It probably doesn't help that he's empathic…I'd say that the best thing you can do right now is work around him…"

Still looking a little bit dazed and more than a little worried the medi-wizard turned and headed into the operating theatre, drawing his wand as he moved to stand opposite Dr Azriel. The two medi-wizards shared a look over their patient's body as the senior nurse quickly cast the spell that would put Draco to sleep, smiling reassuringly at the vampire sat beside her.

"Are we good to go, nurse?" Dr Azriel asked as he banished Draco's clothes with a wave of his wand, replacing them with a turquoise sheet that covered the injured wizard from the waist down. After carefully checking that Draco was completely under and wouldn't feel anything the nurse replied,

"Yes, Doctor."

"Good. Then let us begin…"

"Hey…"

Harry looked up from his shaking hands as he heard the muggle girl's soft greeting, flinching as yet another scream of pain came from inside the house...came from his boyfriend – each scream was like a knife being plunged into his heart.

He'd been screaming for so long…

Billy reached up to squeeze the comforting hand Emily had placed on his shoulder back when the screams had first started. She had been with him all afternoon, praying alongside him for the safe return of their pack.

Paul had been the first to return, appearing out of no where with a young woman cradled in his arms. Also with him had been a handsome young man who had explained, rather breathlessly, that he had to return to the clearing immediately and that he was trusting her to look after Pansy, the young woman, who had suffered a nasty blow to the head.

"Was anyone else hurt?" Emily had asked as she handed Paul a bag of frozen peas wrapped in a tea towel to press gently against the witches head.

Paul had hesitated, biting his lip as he glanced across the room at Billy, his silence answer enough for the worried father – Jacob.

"It's been going on for a while," Quil spoke up from where he was leaning against the wall to the left of the door. Bella's eyes locked with Harry's as she glanced towards the house, looking more than a little sick.

"Doc's re-breaking his bones," Embry explained softly, his knuckles turning white as he clutched tightly at the railing he was perched on top of. Harry shuddered, wrapping his arms around himself as he tried not to picture what was happening to his mate inside the house.

Jacob had been in a terrible state by the time he'd been carried into his bedroom earlier, his screams reduced to whimpers as he fought against the darkness that threatened to pull him under. Harry had clung to his hand, begging with him to stay awake and apologising over and over again for getting him hurt.

"Why did he have to butt in?" Leah grumbled angrily as she paced back and forth beside one of the many trucks parked around the Black family house. "I could've taken that tick."

"Give it a rest, Leah," Jared grumbled from his position on the porch, earning a glare from the female wolf. She probably would have come up with one of her bitchy come backs had the door not opened, allowing Dr Cullen and Sam to exit onto the porch. Everyone moved at once, straightening up in anticipation.

"Jacob?" Harry asked hesitantly, rising from his seat on the steps of the porch and turning around to gaze hopefully at the vampire doctor. They'd all been banished outside when the doctor had arrived, only Sam was allowed to stay to assist him. Harry had protested but was thankful that he had been brought out by the others – he had barely managed to hold himself together without being able to see what was going on.

"The worst is over," Carlisle announced, causing several of the group to let out a sigh of relief, "He'll be all right. I gave him some morphine but his body temperature will burn it off soon. I'll come back to set up a drip."

"Thank you," Billy murmured softly as Carlisle made his way down the steps, pausing to squeeze Harry's shoulder reassuringly. The vampire turned to face the disabled man, watching as the muggle held his hand out to him in an obvious display of gratitude. Carlisle stepped forwards, accepting the hand eagerly.

"He's asking for you, Harry," Carlisle said as he turned to leave.

Harry didn't need to be told twice, spinning on the spot before running up the steps and into the familiar house. Rushing through to Jacob's bedroom he came to a sudden halt in the doorway, staring at the figure lying atop the bed sheets.

Jacob looked terrible – his skin paler than usual and covered in a thick sheen of sweat as he lay limply against the pillows. Bandages were wrapped tightly around his chest and his right arm was resting in a sling.

"Jacob?" he asked softly.

"…ry?" Jacob mumbled weakly, raining his head from the pillow as much as he could to smile up at his boyfriend. "You…kay?"

"Am I ok?" Harry repeated, moving across the room to kneel on the floor beside the bed, his hands moving to gently smooth out the sling and the bandages. "I'm the one who should be asking that."

"M'fine…" Jacob said, dropping his head back onto the pillow. "…all better…"

"I was…I was so worried about you…" Harry admitted softly, his tears spilling down his cheeks once more. His hands trembled as he continued to fiddle with his boyfriend's sling, tugging at its edge until it lay perfectly flat. "I thought…when you were screaming…I thought that…that…"

Jacob frowned, reaching over with his good hand to cup Harry's cheek, brushing away the tears with his thumb as he mumbled,

"M'fine…promise…just need a little…rest…"

"You're not in any pain?" Harry asked, needing to be reassured.

"Nope…morphine s'good…" Jacob answered, his eyelids fluttering again. Letting god of Harry's cheek he grabbed his hand and pulled it towards him. "Get into bed with me…"

"What? No, you're hurt," Harry protested, although really he wanted to do nothing more than hold his boyfriend close and never let him out of his sight again.

"Not on my left side," Jacob answered simply.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked.

"Yup," Jacob mumbled. "Climb over before the morphine wears off…I want to hold you…keep you safe…"

"I was just thinking exactly the same thing," Harry admitted, carefully climbing over Jacob so that he could lie down on his other side. He lay his cheek down on the shape-shifters shoulder, uncaring of how hot and sweaty it was – he needed the physical contact to reassure him that Jacob was still with him.

"Then we'll look after each other," Jacob answered with a smile.

"Sounds perfect…" Harry mumbled, kissing the hot skin before closing his eyes and snuggling close to his boyfriend's body. Everything was ok, he told himself silently, Teddy was safe and Jacob would get well again thanks to Dr Cullen.

"Love you…"

"I love you, too…"

"United States, Canada, Mexico, Panama, Haiti, Jamaica, Peru. Republic Dominican, Cuba, Caribbean, Greenland, El Salvador too…"

Draco frowned, tilting his head to the side as he sat cross legged on the giant toadstool and watched the chorus of yellow cartoon birds singing the 'Nations Of The World' in perfect harmony. (A/N For those of you who are interested the song can be found on Youtube if you type in 'Nations of the World' and it's performed by…Yacko Warner. LOL. I used this because it's been stuck in my head for weeks!)

"Puerto Rico, Columbia, Venezuela, Honduras, Guyana and still, Guatemala, Bolivia, then Argentina and Ecuador, Chile, Brazil. Costa Rica, Belize, Nicaragua, Bermuda, Bahamas, Tobago, San Juan. Paraguay, Uruguay, Surinam and French Guiana, Barbados and Guam…"

Shuffling forwards Draco slipped off the edge of the toadstool, falling and falling and falling until eventually he hit the ground. Getting back to his feet, noticing idly that he was dressed only in a flimsy little hospital gown he took in his new surroundings – it was a field, a giant field stretching as far as he could see.

And all around him were sheep…singing sheep.

"Norway and Sweden and Iceland and Finland and Germany now one piece. Switzerland, Austria, Czechoslovakia, Italy, Turkey and Greece. Poland, Romania, Scotland, Albania, Ireland, Russia, Oman. Bulgaria, Saudi Arabia, Hungary, Cyprus, Iraq and Iran…"

A loud thunderclap interrupted the song and Draco's gaze snapped up to the clear blue sky – there wasn't a cloud in sight. He jumped when he felt water splash on the back of his hand. Where had that come from? And then, even weirder than the water coming out of nowhere, the droplet began to move up his arm.

"What the…?" he murmured, his eyes dropping to the ground.

He was standing on top of a thundercloud and it was raining upwards!

"There's Syria, Lebanon, Israel, Jordan, both Yemen's, Kuwait and Bahrain. The Netherlands, Luxembourg, Belgium and Portugal. France, England, Denmark and Spain. India, Pakistan, Burma, Afghanistan, Thailand, Nepal and Bhutan. Kampuchea, Malaysia, then Bangladesh (Asia) and China, Korea, Japan…"

The singing came out of no where this time, echoing around the field as Draco stared down at the thundercloud beneath him. Draco shuddered – the flimsy hospital gown he was wearing was completely soaked now and the feeling of water running up his legs was just…unnerving.

Stumbling backwards in an attempt to get away from the rain he tripped and fell, his arms automatically reaching out to stop his fall…but they met with only air as once again he fell and fell and fell…

…until he came crashing down onto the deck of a ship.

A pirate ship complete with pirates who swarmed around him, staring down at him with bloodshot eyes and singing into their deep raspy voices,

"Mongolia, Laos and Tibet, Indonesia, the Philippine Islands, Taiwan. Sri Lanka, New Guinea, Sumatra, New Zealand then Borneo and Vietnam. Tunisia, Morocco, Uganda, Angola, Zimbabwe, Djibouti, Botswana. Mozambique, Zambia, Swaziland, Gambia, Guinea, Algeria, Ghana…"

A yelp escaped the blond haired wizard as they suddenly reached down, hauling him up to his feet and dragging him over to the side of the pirate ship where a plank of wood was set up. They were going to make him walk the plank.

This was not good.

And seriously, that song was getting really annoying!

"Burundi, Lesotho and Malawi, Togo, the Spanish Sahara is gone. Niger, Nigeria, Chad and Liberia, Egypt, Benin and Gabon. Tanzania, Somalia, Kenya and Mali, Sierra Leone and Algiers…"

As the song sped up the pirates drew their swords and forced him to walk out onto the plank. He was shaking all over as they forced him to walk right to the very edge. His eyes were, understandably, drawn down to the water below him…only it wasn't water – it was Dementors.

He screamed, trying to move back along the plank but the pirates stabbed at him with their sharp swords, forcing him forwards once more.

"Dahomey, Namibia, Senegal, Libya, Cameroon, Congo, Zaire. Ethiopia, Guinea-Bissau, Madagascar, Rwanda, Mahore and Cayman. Hong Kong, Abu Dhabi, Qatar, Yugoslavia…"

Draco was sobbing as the song continued to speed up, the volume rising in a crescendo as one of the pirates followed him out onto the plank, leering at him as he advanced with the point of his sword aimed at Draco's stomach.

No…

Not Dementors…

Draco knew he couldn't survive being tortured by Dementors again…

"Crete, Mauritania, then Transylvania, Monaco, Liechtenstein, Malta and Palestine, Fiji, Australia, Sudan!"

On the final note of the song the sword was jabbed into his stomach and he flinched back automatically, an action that sent him falling through the air into the swarm of Dementors. Draco screamed hysterically, thrashing about as the Dementors pulled him further down, their skeletal hands scratching at his pale skin.

No…this couldn't be happening…

"Draco!"

That was Jaspers voice.

Draco's eyes frantically searched for the source of the voice as he continued to struggle against the Dementors. He had to…he had to get away from them…he couldn't…he couldn't survive being tortured by them again…

"Draco! It's ok, I'm here!"

Finally his eyes landed on the source of his boyfriend's voice…a snowy owl?

"…Jasper?" Draco asked, confused by the impossible sight before him.

The snowy owl was sparkling just like Jasper did when he stood in the sunlight and the Dementors seemed to be afraid of the bird, screeching and twisting away from it as it flew towards Draco, abandoning him in their haste to escape.

Slowly the sky brightened and he came to realise that he was no longer falling through the sky and that he was now standing in the middle of the main courtyard of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"It's ok, Draco, I'm here," the owl said softly from where it was now perched in one of the alcoves surrounding the courtyard, its voice most definitely that of his boyfriend, complete with his sexy accent. "You're safe now, it's ok, I promise…"

"…Jasper?" Draco asked, even more confused than before.

The courtyard was empty but for him and Jasper…the owl.

In fact looking around it seemed like Hogwarts itself was completely empty.

Odd…

"You're ok, Draco…" Jasper the owl continued as if he hadn't heard Draco at all. "You need to wake up; Draco…please…let me see those beautiful eyes of yours…"

"I am awake…" Draco pointed out loudly before suddenly realising that no…no, he wasn't…he couldn't be…nothing that had happened to his had made sense…some of it had been down right impossible so…so this was a dream…

He was dreaming…

As he came to his conclusion the world began to spin around him, everything turning fuzzy as it spun faster and faster, causing Draco to stumble from side to side unsure on his feet and then he fell, tumbling forwards into a black nothingness…

"…please…let me see those beautiful eyes of yours…" Jasper pleaded softly, holding his fiancés hand gently in his own.

Draco had been unconscious for nearly fourteen hours, mumbling in his sleep as his dreams were twisted and tormented by the potions flowing through his system. This was normal, or so the medi-wizards had reassured Jasper.

Jasper had not felt all that reassured.

"…sper…?"

"Draco?" Jasper asked eagerly, leaning forwards in the seat that he had barely moved form since Draco had been moved into the private recovery room. When he'd felt his mates dreams turn from strange and confusing to frightening he'd tried to use his gift to help him, reaching out with his emotions in an attempt to calm Draco and allow him to recover with peaceful dreams.

It hadn't worked.

Jasper had never felt more frustrated and useless, reduced to pleading with him to wake up and holding Draco's hand like a damn…a damn muggle!

"…hey…" Draco mumbled, smiling up at his boyfriend. Jasper literally sagged with relief, bringing Draco's hand up to his lips so that he could press a kiss to the warm skin before responding softly,

"Hey yourself..."

"You've lost your feathers…" Draco mumbled, reaching up with his free hand to trail his fingertips across the contours of Jaspers face.

"…what?" Jasper asked in surprise.

"You were an owl…in my dream," Draco explained, smiling up at Jasper who couldn't help but chuckle – of all the things for Draco to dream about…"You saved me from the Dementors…chased them away…"

So that was what had tormented Draco's dreams…

"I thought I heard your voice," Blaise said cheerfully as he entered the hospital room carrying two polystyrene cups, one filled with delicious smelling coffee and the other filled with…

"Is that blood?" Draco asked, pulling his hand out of Jaspers so that he could push himself up into a sitting position. Jaspers hands move quickly, gently helping his boyfriend to scoot backwards on the bed and rearranging the pillows so that when Draco leaned back he was sufficiently supported.

"Yes, it is," Blaise answered with a smile, moving across the room to hand the warm cup of blood to the stunned vampire before dropping down into the unoccupied chair on the other side of the hospital bed. "It's not human, if that's what you're worried about," he said as Jasper continued to stare down at the thick red liquid, "Its dragon blood. Apparently it's quite filling for vampires."

For a moment Jasper was at a loss for words before finally he murmured a quiet thank you and raised the cup to his lips, taking a tentative sip…before he froze in place, his eyes going wide as the remarkable taste exploded on his tongue – he'd never tasted anything like it!

"I think he likes it," Blaise chuckled, settling back into his chair as Jasper began to gulp down the blood. "So…how're you feeling?"

"Um…good, I guess. I mean…I can feel and move my legs so that's an improvement," Draco answered with a forced smile, his hands rubbing at his thighs – he would never admit to anyone but himself how much the thought of being paralysed frightened him…"Have you heard from Harry? A-About Jacob?"

Jasper grunted, unable to stop drinking until he finished all the blood in the cup, nodding in a silent attempt to explain that Carlisle had called him in the night to let them know that Jacob would be fine.

"They're ok?" Draco asked.

Jasper nodded before tipping to cup up to get the last of the blood, his tongue darting out to lick his lips before moving on to cleaning all of the delicious blood from his teeth, savouring each and every last drop as he put the cup down on the bedside cabinet. He was amazed at how full he felt after just one little cup of blood – it usually took a whole animal to satisfy his thirst so completely.

"If you're interested you can order it through 'Slug & Jiggers Apothecary' on Diagon Alley," Blaise informed them helpfully, "And they deliver worldwide."

Jasper would have answered that yes, he was definitely interested had Lucius and Narcissa not burst into the hospital room at that particular moment.

"Draco Abraxas Malfoy!"

"Oh…not good…" Draco mumbled, biting his lip as he sunk back into the pillows, his eyes following his parents as they stormed over to his bed. Jasper reached out and took his hand, offering both comfort and support. Blaise managed to successfully melt into the background and draw all attention away from himself.

"What in Merlin's name have you been doing?" Lucius demanded angrily, causing both Draco and little Teddy (who was being held rather tightly in Narcissa's arms) to flinch – Lucius was loud.

"…nothing?" Draco mumbled, his answer coming out as more of a question.

"Nothing," Lucius replied, his voice tight with anger and more than a little fear. "Nothing somehow managed to leave you in St Mungo's Hospital recovering from an operation to save your broken back?"

"Draco, what exactly happened while we were away?" Narcissa asked, managing to keep her voice soft despite her own almost overwhelming feelings of anger and fear. Draco hesitated, his eyes flickering towards Jasper. "Draco?"

"There was a…a fight…" he finally answered softly.

"A fight?" Narcissa repeated with a frown.

"Yeah."

"With who?" Lucius asked through clenched teeth.

"…newborn vampires…" Draco mumbled so quietly that Jasper was the only one who understood him – to the others it sounded like he had said, "…nuh…buh…va…pies…"

"Would you care to repeat that in English, Draco?" Lucius ordered.

"…newborn vampires…"

For a long moment the six occupants of the room, even Teddy, were completely silent – staring at each other as two of them processed what they had jst been told and three of them waited for…

"What?"

…that.

"What were you doing any where near newborn vampires?" Lucius demanded, glaring firstly at his son before shifting his glare to the vampire sat beside him. "This was your fault wasn't it? You nearly got my son killed–"

"No!" Draco gasped, bolting upright suddenly, hissing with pain as his recently healed back pulled sharply. "No, it wasn't like that. It wasn't Jasper fault at all. The newborns…the newborns had been created to destroy the Cullens so that Victoria could kill Bella and Edward."

"…I beg your pardon," Narcissa murmured softly. "Victoria?"

"The…the red headed vampire who we met at…at the baseball game," Draco explained softly. "She wanted to get revenge on the Cullens for killing her mate, James, when he tried to kill Bella. It wasn't their fault or…or Jaspers fault. The fight was just part of her plan…"

"So you knew of her plan?" Lucius asked, his voice deadly serious.

"Yes," Draco answered hesitantly. "Alice…Alice has been having visions about the newborns since before graduation…we figured out that it was Victoria and…and we couldn't let her hurt Bella or anyone in town so…so we came up with a plan…"

"You knew there would be a fight," Lucius concluded. Draco nodded his head sharply. Lucius sucked in a deep breath as he realised what had been going on without his knowledge. "This trip…you orchestrated it to get us out of the way."

"Yes," Draco didn't even bother denying it. "I did it to protect you. After everything that's happened I…I didn't want you getting caught up in another war…"

"You didn't want…" Lucius cut himself off sharply, turning away from his son before anyone in the room could see the moisture that had rapidly built up in his eyes – he had a reputation to uphold after all.

"Draco, you shouldn't have kept something like this from us," Narcissa scolded him softly; her relief warring with her anger and fear. "What if the Medi-Wizards had been unable to heal your injuries? What if…what if you'd been killed? How do you think that would have made us feel, knowing that you'd on-purposely left us out of the loop?"

"I just…I didn't want you to get hurt…" Draco mumbled tearfully.

Shifting as discretely as possible in his chair Blaise contemplated making a quick escape from the hospital room, feeling more than a little bit awkward thanks to all the emotions flying around the room. Thanks to his parents apathetic marriage he wasn't very good at dealing with emotional family moments – they were practically unheard of in the Zabini family who only spent five or six days a year together. The rest of the time his mother lived in Paris with her lover, his father lived in London with a different woman for every day of the week and he lived in the family mansion twenty-two miles down the road from the Malfoy mansion.

"I didn't want to risk loosing you…"

"Oh, Draco…" Narcissa sighed deeply, her anger evaporating in an instant as her motherly feeling took over. Handing Teddy to a rather surprised Jasper she perched on the edge of the hospital bed and pulled her son into her arms.

"I'm sorry…" Draco mumbled, resting his head on his mothers shoulder, his eyes searching out those of his father. "I'm sorry…I just wanted to keep you safe…"

"I know, Draco," Lucius said softly, stepping forwards so that he could rest his hand on his sons shoulder. "Just…never do anything like this ever again."

"I won't," Draco promised softly.

"Oh and…um…" Lucius muttered, clicking his fingers as he pretended to think about what he was trying to say, "…what's the words…oh yes…you're grounded."

Draco let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head in acceptance.

"Uncle Draco?"

Pulling away from his parents Draco settled back against the pillows, smiling across the room at the little boy sat happily on his boyfriends lap. Currently the talented little wizard was doing a very good impression of a Malfoy – platinum blond hair and soft grey eyes.

"Yes, Teddy?" Draco asked softly.

"You okiday now?" Teddy asked hopefully.

"Yeah, I'm okiday now," Draco replied with a smile, gesturing for Jasper to bring the little boy over to him. Moving effortlessly Jasper rose to his feet and quickly deposited the little boy onto his boyfriends lap, leaning down to steal a quick kiss before stepping back once more.

"Are daddy and alpha okiday?" Teddy asked as he snuggled in close to Draco. Obviously 'okiday' was his new word and would most likely be used at every opportunity despite the fact that it wasn't in fact a real word.

"They're fine…or…well, they'll be fine…I promise, little man…" Draco reassured him softly, squeezing him gently within the circle of his arms. Everyone smiled as the little boy nodded, relaxing even further against Draco's chest.

"Kay…" he sighed, tilting his head back to look up at Draco. "And pup?"

"Pup?" Draco asked with a frown, "Teddy, who's pup?"

"Daddy and alpha's new pup," Teddy answered simply. A stunned silence fell across the room as the adults shared concerned glances. "Pup was making daddy sick, 'specially in the mornings. Is pup okiday now?"

"…oh fu–"

A/N OMG! I have been having so much trouble with this chapter you would not believe! Not to mention my real life has been completely insane – I've got an AmDram show in a week, an audition for a professional show being put on locally in two weeks, we just won our Area Band competition and we're now training for the Nationals and I've started a new job…AHHHHHH! So yeah, sorry for the slow update and I promise that I will try my absolute hardest to get the next chapter out as soon as possible…

A/N2 Also, has everyone else seen the trailers for HP7 part 2 and Breaking Dawn part 1? I am so excited you would not believe! Actually thinking about it you're probably just as excited – LOL!
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