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All is fair in the game called love	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29070 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter nor profit from it. J.K. Rowling owns everything.

Chapter List
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- 27
Author's note: This story is nearing its end ... Only four more to go

Thanks to the following reviewers: delia cerrano; unneeded (LOL Dark haired wizards are their weaknesses I suspect and they can be quite charming if they want to be); cocobyrd87

I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 26: Unsettling news

It was Severus who pulled back from the kiss. He sighed and stepped backwards. "How did you get in here? The Floo isn't active."

Lucius placed the bottle of wine on the table. "Through the door obviously." He answered calmly.

Severus blinked and then scowled. "Are you telling me that you just walked through the hall, all the way to my quarters, risking to be seen? Are you dense?"

"No, just in love with you." Lucius smiled cheekily.

"Luc, what if the spy saw you? You could be in more trouble than you are in now." Severus scolded, not letting himself distracted by Lucius' confession.

"I'm not stupid, Sev. I casted a spell on me before I entered Hogwarts." Lucius rolled his eyes. "When you're done worrying about nothing, can you finally tell me what you feel for me?"

"You know that I love you, Luc. I don't see the need to say that again." Severus glared and crossed his arms.

"Merlin, I hope that my son has more luck with wooing Harry than I have with you." Lucius muttered annoyed and then looked right in Severus' dark eyes. "Look, I don't see why we can't be together now. For years, you had the excuse of not wanting to be caught by Narcissa."

"It wasn't an excuse, it was the reality." Severus hissed.

Lucius ignored him and continued, "But Narcissa is gone now; we're free to be with each other. I miss you, Sev."

Severus' resistance was wavering. "But what about Draco?" He asked, rather lamely he admitted.

"I'm sure Dragon won't mind when he knows we're together; he's too busy with his own dark haired Slytherin lover." Lucius chuckled and deemed it safe enough to cross the distance between him and Severus and pulled him into his arms. Severus wiggled a bit, wanting to be free, but when he realized Lucius wouldn't let him go, he sighed and relaxed in the hold.

"Times like these make me wonder if you weren't supposed to be in Gryffindor." Lucius chuckled, but winced when he received a sharp smack against his chest.

"I still don't know if what we're doing is wise." Severus muttered and his arms sneaked around Lucius' waist.

"That was always your problem: you're thinking too much." Lucius whispered and pulled Severus' chin up. "What do you say about letting your mind rest for a while and just enjoy."

"Enjoy what?" Severus raised one eyebrow.

"My Valentine present for you." Lucius smiled and kissed Severus again, licking his lower lip in a silent question to enter his mouth. After a few seconds, he was allowed the entrance and he made use of that fact.

Severus couldn't contain the small moan that escaped his mouth when he felt Lucius' hard one pressing against his hip; maybe his lover was right: maybe he should stop thinking for today and just enjoy what Lucius was planning to do.

"SIRIUS!" Remus screamed and threw his head back in the pillow for the fourth time that day.

Sirius groaned loudly and bit Remus' shoulder, soothing the bite with his tongue afterwards, his body shuddering.

When he was done, he pulled out of Remus and fell down next to Remus on the bed. He panted and had enough strength to pull his lover in his arms.

Remus nuzzled his neck and threw an arm and a leg around Sirius. "Hm, that was fantastic." He murmured and kissed him.

"Glad to hear that." Sirius chuckled breathlessly and his fingers traced a pattern on Remus' back, absently stroking the few scars he found there, courtesy of the violent transformations.

"I'm glad there are no lessons today. I don't think I would have been able to keep my mind on teaching." Remus smiled.

Sirius laughed. "That makes two of us."

Remus began to trace Sirius' abs. "I wonder what Draco has gotten for Harry's Valentine." He mused, thinking about his godson and his boyfriend.

"Probably something expensive, fitting for a lover of a Malfoy." Sirius replied dryly.

Remus chuckled. "Probably; I'm curious about what our cub has gotten for Draco. He wouldn't tell me when I asked him." He pouted a bit.

"Really? Was it that embarrassing?" Sirius wondered chuckling, kissing the pout on Remus' face away.

Remus shrugged lightly. "I don't know; he only blushed when I asked him and refused to answer."

Sirius' chuckling was cut off abrupt when he heard that and he shot up, his eyes wide in realization.

Remus sat up too. "Padfoot, what's the matter? I was lying comfortably." He complained.

"Remus, you don't think they're having sex, do you?" Sirius asked horrified. The combination of his innocent godson and sex was a big no no to him.

The other man frowned. "What are you talking about? Why would they be having sex?" He asked confused.

"You said Harry refused to answer and he was blushing! What's the one subject teenagers don't want to talk about with their guardians?" Sirius asked impatiently. "I can't believe it! They're only a month together! It's too early for Harry to have sex with Blondie! In fact, he's too young for sex, period!"

Remus refrained from reminding Sirius that he had lost his virginity when he was fifteen and thus was in no position to forbid Harry from having sex, and opted instead for hugging the man close to him, in an attempt to stop him from searching for their cub. "I'm sure Harry realizes it's too early to enter that kind of stage in his relationship with Draco. But if Harry feels he's ready for it, you can't stop him."

"The hell I can't! He's too young for it!" Sirius said impatiently, trying to escape the firm hold of Remus. Once again he cursed the strength Remus received from the wolf inside of him.

"Sirius! You won't ask Harry what he gave Draco and you won't forbid him from having sex." Remus warned him, already guessing what Sirius wanted to do.

Sirius pouted, but relented when he saw Remus' firm gaze. "Fine, but one of us has to give him the talk of the birds and the bees." He said stubbornly.

"Siri, I'm pretty sure Harry knows everything about sex. He's already sixteen." Remus pointed out.

"He knows about sex with a woman, but he doesn't know how it works between two men. That's the kind of thing nobody tells the teenagers. So one of us has to inform him and warn him what he has to expect." Sirius huffed.

Remus stared at him. "I'm not going to do it. If you're so eager to inform him about gay sex, then you do it."

"But Remmy, that's way too uncomfortable for me!" Sirius whined. "I can't talk with Harry about gay sex; that's too awkward."

"Either you inform him or Harry will figure it out on his own." Remus replied calmly.

Sirius went red when he thought about how exactly Harry was going to figure it out on his own and scowled. "Fine, I'll give him the talk. But I want something in return."

Remus raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What did you have in mind?"

Sirius glanced at him and grinned wolfishly. "You on your back, your legs spread for me."

Remus smirked and lay back on the bed, spreading his legs and pulling Sirius between them. "Well, I suppose I can do this for you." He purred and then moaned.

Draco was the first one to wake up and he spent his time looking at a sleeping Harry. He smiled when he saw his necklace adoring Harry's neck. It had taken some time to find the perfect Valentine present for his boyfriend and eventually he had searched in one of the catalogs the stores had sent to Hogwarts for Valentine. The silver necklace with the small sapphire had immediately caught his attention and he had sent his order and had received the necklace two days before Valentine. He had been nervous to give it to Harry; he didn't want to give him the feeling he was a girl, but he was relieved that Harry had been happy with it.

Weak red light reminded him to check the time and his hand searched the nightstand for his wand. Five thirty in the evening. Draco yawned and turned around to lie on his side so he could watch Harry. Warm breath hit his neck every time Harry exhaled. His lips were slightly parted and his eyelids were trembling, signaling that he was dreaming.

Harry presented a picture of pure innocence and Draco didn't have the heart to wake him up. Unfortunately he had too, because they still needed to shower; Draco didn't want to risk another awkward encounter with Lupin. He softly shook Harry's shoulder.

"Harry, it's time to wake up." Draco said softly and chuckled when Harry snuggled deeper in his side, burying his head in Draco's shoulder.

"Don' wanna get up. More sleep." Harry whined sleepily.

Draco's body began to tremble with suppressed laughter.

Harry, who was pleasantly dreaming, frowned when he felt something shaking underneath his head. Last time he checked, pillows didn't shake, so why was his shaking? He swatted at it, but that only resulted in more shaking. Giving up on sleep, Harry groggily opened his eyes, staring bleary at the green object he was lying on, his brain trying to progress what was going on.

"Finally awake, baby?" A smooth voice drawled amused.

Harry shot up and stared down at the smirking blond boy. Finally his brain caught up with the past events and he started to blush fiercely, remembering what they had done a few hours ago.

Draco traced the blush on his cheeks with a finger and looked at him with a bemused expression on his face. "Only you would blush after waking up." He chuckled.

Harry scowled weakly and swatted the hand away. "What time is it?"

"Five thirty. I thought it was best if we took a shower in case we run into Lupin again." Draco answered and sat up.

Harry grimaced when he remembered what had happened last time and nodded. He wondered if the room would produce a bathroom too and was surprised when another door appeared. He stood up and opened the door. His green eyes lit up when he noticed the shower.

"Is that a bathroom?" Draco's voice sounded behind him and he felt two arms sneaking around his waist.

"Yes; I'm taking a shower first." Harry chirped.

"Why don't we take a shower together, hm?" Draco purred and kissed his neck. "It saves time and water."

Somehow Harry got a feeling that the environment was the least of Draco's concerns when he made that suggestion. "No, there's not enough room for the both of us." Harry pointed out. "Besides, the point is to get clean, not make another mess." He added dryly.

Draco pouted. "But it doesn't matter if we make a mess; we're already in the shower then."

Harry gave him a quick kiss on his lips and slipped out of Draco's arms. "No, you just have to wait here." He smiled and closed the door behind him.

Draco was very tempted to sneak in, especially when he heard the water running, but decided against it. He didn't fancy facing Harry's anger – and hexes – if he did that.

He walked back to the bed and picked up his wand that somehow had fallen on the floor. He smirked; this had been the best Valentine ever. Good thing he and Harry had made up five days ago. He suddenly frowned when he thought of the reason of their fight. Who had told Harry about his ex lovers? (Well, more like one nightstands.) It wasn't as if he had wanted to keep that as a secret, it was just that that was in the past. No use rankling up that past. Still Harry had been hurt and Draco was itching to punish the person who had hurt his lover. Someone had told him about his past and someone had showed his lover the pictures of his ex lovers that Pansy had insisted they got. Were there two people involved or only one?

Pansy was the only one who had those photos in possession. Unless she had given them to someone else, she must have been the one to show them to Harry. Had she told Harry about them too? But what purpose could she possibly have had?

Draco groaned miserably; this would be so much easier if Harry would just tell him who the jerks had been. He guessed he would have to call in some help then; he was sure Blaise would be willing to help him.

He looked up when the bathroom door opened and Harry came out, droplets from his wet hair falling on the floor.

Now that's one amazing sight, Draco thought pleased.

"It's your turn now, Dray." Harry smiled.

"Remind me to take you for a swim sometime in the summer." Draco smirked and gave him a quick peck on his mouth. He closed the door behind him, leaving a confused Harry behind in the room.

Lucius entered the living room, after having taken a shower. He smiled when he saw Severus sitting on the couch, sipping on some tea. Only the very light blush on his cheeks betrayed what they had done.

He settled himself next to the dark haired wizard and accepted the offered cup of tea. "Thank you. So, did I manage to persuade you to give me another chance?" He asked lightly.

Severus sighed and glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. "Something tells me that you won't stop bothering me otherwise."

"I take that as an 'of course I'm giving you another chance, Lucius'." Lucius replied dryly.

Severus sneered. "Don't complain to me when it blows up in your face." Then he sighed. "Are you going to tell Draco about us?"

Lucius nodded. "Of course, as soon as possible. Or did you want to wait?"

"Do you think Draco would accept us?" Severus asked, ignoring the other man's question. "I don't want him to think I'm going to replace Narcissa."

"That would be rather hard considering she's a woman, no?" Lucius chuckled.

Severus glared. "I'm not joking, Luc."

"Relax, I'm certain Dragon will be happy. He won't care; besides he has Harry to distract him." Lucius replied airily.

The dark haired man snorted. "I don't believe I'm going to say this, but I feel sorry for Potter. It isn't easy entertaining a Malfoy."

Before Lucius could retort, they were interrupted by Salazar.

"Sorry to disturb you, but I've been thinking about young Harry's training." Salazar began and he placed his hands on his lap, looking at them with thoughtful, but troubled eyes.

Snape raised an eyebrow. "What about it?"

"From what I understand, the boy only follows the regular lessons, correct?"

Severus nodded warily.

"Considering this boy is chosen as the one to defeat Tom," Salazar began, remembering the information he had received from some paintings in the headmaster's office. "it would be in his best interest if he would receive more training. At this rate he has to count on Lady Fortuna to survive if the fight begins."

"What do you propose, Salazar?" Lucius asked interested.

Salazar seemed to hesitate. "How averse would young Harry be to … learn darker spells, do you think?"

Lucius and Severus glanced at each other. "Explain." Severus replied tonelessly.

Pansy was furious. While she was seething at the Gryffindor table during dinner, her Draco was practically molesting Potter. Potter kept batting his hands away, but the former Slytherin girl saw him blushing and smiling. The little whore. It made her sick. Potter wasn't supposed to sit next to Draco; he should be sitting far away from Draco; even breaking up with him, so she could claim his place as Draco's lover.

Pansy had been so sure about her plan: show Potter the photos of Draco's ex lovers and let him know he was just another fling, to be thrown away after he was used.

What had gone wrong? Potter had been upset; she even had heard he had started avoiding Draco. But now here he was, practically sitting in Draco's lap.

"You broke your promise, Parkinson." The Weasley girl spoke cold. "I brought Harry to you, but he's still with Malfoy! Why is he still with that miserable ferret?"

Pansy clenched his jaw. She was tempted to curse the stupid girl, but held back, because she really couldn't use a detention now.

"I never promised you anything. I said I had a plan." Pansy snapped, her brown eyes practically shooting venom.

Ginny flinched a bit, but didn't back down. "Yeah, well, your plan failed! Harry won't even look at me anymore!" She whined.

"Oh, boohoo, what a pity." Pansy sneered. "Now leave me alone, you're giving me a fucking headache!"

"You'll regret this, Parkinson." Ginny hissed and stormed out of the Great Hall.

"Oh, I'm so scared now." Pansy muttered mockingly and resumed her watching of Draco and Potter. A new plan was in order; she would get her Draco, one way or the other. It was just a matter of time and patience.

Later in the evening, when Harry was helping Millicent with her homework for Defense against the Dark Arts, Draco approached Blaise.

"Blaise, do you think you could do me a favor?" He asked softly and sat down in the chair across from Blaise's.

Blaise raised an eyebrow. "That depends on what you need."

"Someone told Harry about my past … flings and showed him the pictures." Draco began to explain, careful to keep his voice down.

Blaise winced. "So that's why he was pissed off, a couple of days ago."

Draco looked at him dryly. "Thank you for reminding me."

The other boy shrugged.

"Anyway I want to find the one or ones – I'm not sure – who decided to fuck with my relationship." Draco continued, his grey eyes glittering. "Will you help me?"

"As long as I can use a spell or two on them, I'm in." Blaise smirked.

"In for what?"

Harry's curious voice startled the two boys and they whipped their head around to look at him. He was standing just a few feet away from them, his snake curled around his neck. His two other pets were watching Blaise and Draco with a strange look in their eyes; as if they were contemplating something.

"Blaise is in to play some chess with me." Draco lied smoothly and pulled Harry on his lap.

"Yeah, I'm going to kick Draco's ass." Blaise grinned.

"Really?" Harry asked skeptically.

"Your skepticism hurts me deeply, Harry." Blaise sighed dramatically.

Harry snorted. "Whatever."

Draco chuckled and summoned a chess board and placed it on the table between them.

When Harry made a move to leave Draco's lap, Draco tightened his grip on his hips. "And where do you think you're going?"

"To sit next to you so that you'll be able to play." Harry replied slowly.

"Tut tut, you're staying here on my lap. I'm capable of playing like this." The blond Slytherin assured him.

Harry looked doubtfully, but was too tired to argue, so he stayed seated. But if Draco dared to complain if he lost, he would kick him.

As the game progressed, neither boy was aware that the eyes of Harry's pets were staring at one particular boy in the room. For this time, they had showed themselves. This boy, after noticing their stare, sneered at them, but hastily left the common room. No need to anger magical pets. The boy, of course, didn't know he was already put on the pets' hit list and now they were contemplating whether they would punish the boy or leave the punishment to their master's mate and companion. After all, it was the mate's duty to protect their master.

Sapphire let out a soft yelp and Garin and Ruby cocked their head once before laying back down. It was decided: they would leave the punishment to their master's mate. It would be a perfect test for the mate: if he did his job well, he had proven he could take care of their master and their future cubs. They would give him a little help of course by pointing out the one who had hurt their master, but they would leave the actual punishment entirely to the mate.

Survival lesson number one: never hurt the master of magical pets. It could end deadly. Sadly for the boy, he had never learned that lesson. Pitiful really.

It was one week later when two things happened: Harry experienced the most embarrassing moment of his life and Draco experienced the satisfaction of revenge.

Let's first hear Draco's day.

Draco was sitting alone at a spot near the lake. It was a rather warm day for February and he had decided to take advantage of it and lounge on his cloak near the Black Lake. He would have loved to have Harry with him, but Harry had decided to pay his godfather a visit.

This gave Draco an opportunity to think of who had been the ones to tell Harry about his ex lovers. He couldn't think of it when Harry was with him, because the dark haired boy would notice his thoughts were far away and ask what was wrong. Draco didn't think it would go over well if he told him that he was trying to figure out who had been the assholes that had try to fuck with their relationship.

Blaise had been keeping an eye out as well, but so far he hadn't heard anything interesting.

Draco was so deep in thought; he at first didn't notice the two animals staring at him. He only noticed their presence when something tugged on his pants.

He looked down and saw to his surprise Garin and Ruby standing next to him; it had been Ruby who had tugged on his pants. Sapphire had decided to join Harry with his visit to his godfather.

"Hey Ruby." Draco murmured and scratched the lion behind his ear.

A loud rumble filled his ears and it took him a few seconds to realize that Ruby was purring. Draco blinked surprised and took a closer look at the lion. "Did you grow?" He asked puzzled. Ruby didn't seem as small as he used to be; in fact he reached Draco's shoulder now – still not big, but he was definitely bigger than in the beginning.

Garin slithered up his arm and curled around his neck. The cool smooth skin made Draco shiver for a moment because he wasn't used to having Garin in his neck.

Suddenly Ruby pushed his hand away and tugged on his pants again.

Draco frowned. "What do you want, Ruby?"

As an answer, Ruby tugged again.

"Do you want me to follow you or something?" Draco felt rather stupid for asking this, considering the pets couldn't answer, but it seemed that Ruby understood him because he took a few steps towards the castle.

Figuring it couldn't hurt to follow Ruby, Draco stood up and brushed his pants off before following behind Ruby.

As soon as they came near other students, Ruby turned himself invisible and stayed near Draco, so that the boy could still follow him.

The longer they walked, the more Draco became confused. What was it that Ruby wanted to show him so badly?

They came to an abrupt halt in a dark hallway of the dungeons, just behind a corner.

Draco looked around puzzled. "Ruby?" He asked confused. Why would the lion bring him here?

A snake's tail entered his vision and pointed to a person leaning against the wall, reading a thin book. Draco narrowed his eyes when he recognized the person as Theodore Nott. What was he doing here? And why had Ruby brought him here?

'This is the person that hurt our master.'

Draco's head shot up and he looked around startled. Where had that voice came from?

'Don't be afraid. You're not going crazy. It's Ruby talking.'

Shocked, Draco looked down and saw the lion staring at him. "What the … Are you really talking to me?" He whispered. Since when did animals talk? Granted, they were magical animals, but still …

'No time to explain now. You wanted to take revenge because our master was hurt, didn't you? Well, this is the person.'

Draco stared at Nott. "Are you sure?"

Ruby seemingly sighed and seemed to nod. He sat down on the cold floor and his tail was swishing; the fire on it bright. The next moment, he disappeared from sight again.

"Garin, could you do me a favor and get Blaise? I promised him he could join in in the fun." Draco whispered maliciously and took his wand out of his pocket.

He felt Garin slithering down his back and he disappeared behind the corner.

Now that he thought of it, Nott seemed the most likely person possible to mess with his relationship. From the beginning Nott had been obnoxious, so it didn't surprise him he decided to mess with Harry. Too bad he decided to mess with a master of two magical pets. It worked in Draco's favor though. Draco smirked and absently twirled his wand. He was going to have so much fun with this. Although he vowed he would never hurt Harry (not that he was planning to do that); his pets scared him.

Draco kept a careful eye on Nott, ensuring he didn't disappear. He didn't like the thought of a chase. When he heard footsteps, he quickly casted a Silence charm around him, so that Nott wouldn't hear anything.

Blaise was scowling at him. "Couldn't you have found another way to get me? Potter's snake scared the shit out of me when he suddenly appeared on my bed."

Draco couldn't contain the little chuckle and petted Garin's head; the snake had reclaimed his place in Draco's neck.

"You said you wanted to be a part of the revenge when I found the person who fucked with my relationship." Draco pointed towards Nott, who was ignorant about what was about to happen. "Nott's the asshole."

Blaise blinked and then narrowed his eyes. "Nott? How did you discover that?"

"Let's just say that Harry's pets are the scariest creatures I've ever met." Draco murmured.

Ruby seemed to smirk.

Blaise stared at him, but decided not to ask. Something told him he really didn't want to know what Draco was talking about. Some things were better left unsaid.

A glint appeared in Blaise's eyes and he fingered his wand. "Well, we shouldn't keep Nott waiting, should we?" He drawled.

Draco smirked. "My thought exactly." With a wave of his hand, the bubble of the Silence charm broke.

The two leisurely walked to Nott, who looked up sharply when he sensed the boys coming to him. He closed the book and looked at them warily.

"What are you doing here?" He found it strange to see Malfoy without Potter. Those two were inseparable; it was disgusting. For one fleeting moment, he entertained the thought that Potter had broken up with Malfoy, but knew that was wishful thinking. If Potter didn't break up with Malfoy after knowing how many lovers his boyfriend had had, there was barely anything else that would make him break up.

"We can ask the same thing of you, Nott." Blaise smirked.

"Just reading; it's more quiet in here. Less noise." Nott answered nonchalantly. Why did he have that feeling again? That feeling of being stared at?

Nott froze when his wand flew out of his pocket and another wand was pressed against his chin.

Malfoy was looking at him with narrowed malicious eyes. "Let's cut the crap, shall we? I heard from a very reliable source that you were the one who decided to mess with Harry's head." He said nonchalantly, his wand pointed at Nott's face. Blaise was the one holding his wand against his chin.

Nott tensed. Who had ratted him out? He had been so sure that nobody besides him and Potter knew of their conversation. Had Potter complained to Malfoy? No, his Gryffindor nature wouldn't let him do that. "I don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy." He said coldly.

Draco tsk'ed and shook his head. "It would have been better for you if you just admitted you talked to Harry. I'm just curious about one thing though: where did you get those pictures from? Did Pansy give them to you?"

This time Nott really didn't know what Malfoy was talking about. "What are you talking about, Malfoy? I don't know anything about pictures."

Draco stared in his eyes, but had to admit that Nott really didn't know anything about the pictures. Seemed like Pansy had been the one who had showed Harry the pictures. Why she had done that, Draco had no idea. He would figure that one out later. Now he had some other things to do.

"Now I don't like it when Harry is upset." Draco narrowed his eyes and glared. "I find it fit to show you what happens if you try something like that again."

Blaise smirked. "Ready?"

Draco nodded. They would make sure not to use any Unforgivable curse (they wanted to take revenge, not land themselves in Azkaban), but they knew enough spells that would cause some serious damage.

All the while, Garin was watching interested from his spot in Draco's neck and Ruby was washing his paw, purring softly, satisfied that the mate of his master was showing he could protect their master. It would be so annoying if he had to teach the mate some tricks.

When they were finally done, Draco kneeled next to a bruised and bleeding Nott who was still reliving some of his worst nightmares (Draco's aunt Bellatrix had once taught him that particular spell – before she went completely insane of course) and whispered, "If you dare to rat us out, you'll wish you never met us, understood?" He asked hissing.

Nott coughed – it seemed like a few of his ribs were cracked – and nodded while glaring hatefully.

Draco smirked satisfied. "Good boy." He cooed and then stood up. "Let's go, Blaise, it stinks in here."

Blaise laughed and followed Draco.

Nott bit on his lip to keep himself from screaming when he sat up. He panted and placed an arm around his ribs. It seemed like he would need to use a lot of those healing potions he had stashed in his trunk. He glared; he would make Malfoy pay for this. Malfoy would wish he had never messed with him.

"What are you going to do with the person who showed Harry those pictures?" Blaise asked curiously when he plopped into a chair in the common room.

Draco shrugged and sat down in the couch next to Blaise. "I don't know now. I'll figure something out. For now, I'm happy that Nott has been punished."

Blaise chuckled darkly. "Yes, it was a sight."

"Just don't say anything of this to Harry. He won't understand it." Draco sighed.

"My lips are sealed." Blaise smiled.

Let us go to Harry's day now.

There wasn't any warning. If Harry had known what would happen today, he had stayed in bed and refused to go out of it until the coast was clear. Alas, his naivety had led him to this situation.

Harry had been talking to Sirius and Remus, but he had noticed a while ago that Sirius had been avoiding his eyes and that he looked embarrassed. Eventually Harry couldn't stand it anymore and sighed.

"What's wrong, Sirius?" He asked curiously.

For some reason, Remus started smiling and his amber eyes shone amused. This made Harry suspicious. An amused Remus wasn't a good thing for him.

"Oh, nothing special, really." Sirius replied uncomfortably.

Harry raised an eyebrow – something he had picked up from both Snape and Draco – and scoffed. "I'm not stupid, Sirius. There's something on your mind."

"Yes, Sirius, why don't you go on with it? You wanted to give him that talk." Remus reminded his lover gleefully. Truthfully he felt sorry for Harry, but it was hilarious to see his lover this uncomfortable.

Harry looked at them suspiciously. "I have a feeling that I'm not going to like where this is going."

Remus stood up to pour more coffee in his cup and patted his shoulder. "Harry, cub, I think Sirius is more embarrassed about this than you will be."

Harry began to have a feeling about where this was going. "If it makes Sirius that embarrassed, why would you think I wouldn't be more embarrassed?"

Remus paused in his way to the kitchen. "Good point." He nodded to Sirius. "Come on, Padfoot, it's like ripping off a bandage: you do it quickly and it will hurt less." He chuckled.

Now Harry was positively scared.

Sirius sighed and rubbed his forehead. "All right, Harry, promise me you will hear me out and that you won't run away."

Harry eyed him warily. "Am I likely to be traumatized for life?"

Remus laughed and sat down again. "Oh yes, positive." His grin was wolf like now.

"You're supposed to be my family; family doesn't traumatize other family members." Harry pointed out.

"Just let Sirius get this talk over with, cub. He'll feel much better after it." Remus assured him and patted his knee.

"Who cares about whether he will feel better or not?" Harry protested.

Sapphire purred and rubbed her head against his stomach. Harry sighed and started stroking his cat. "Fine, get started."

Sirius took a deep breath and though he still looked insulted at Harry's earlier comment, he let it slid aside for now. "All right, I'm going to ask you a question and please, answer it truthfully."

Harry nodded and took his cup of coffee.

"Did you and Draco have sex already?" Sirius asked hastily, his cheeks red.

Harry, who had just taken a sip of his coffee, choked in it and began to cough. Remus masked a chuckle and began to pat his back.

"There, there, don't choke on us now, cub."

Harry glared at him and took a deep breath. "You're evil, Remus." He accused him.

Remus shrugged and smiled.

"Well?" Sirius asked again, though he didn't dare to look Harry in his eyes. He really hoped for his sake of mind and for Draco's life, they didn't have sex already.

"No! No, of course not!" Harry protested, his face reddening. He finally realized what sort of talk Sirius wanted to have with him: a sex talk. His godfather was giving him a freaking sex talk. This couldn't get any more worse.

He stood up hastily. "Really, Sirius, there is no need to give me a sex talk. I already know what sex is, you don't have to make me go through all that again."

"Sit down, Harry, before I make you. Believe me this is more embarrassing for me than for you." Sirius growled and clenched his fists. His lover was looking at him gleefully. The bastard.

"I beg to differ." Harry muttered, but because he didn't want to see Sirius angry, he sat down again. "I'm sending you the check of my psychiatrist later." He muttered pouting.

Remus decided this had to be the most fun day he had experienced. It was hilarious to see his lover and his cub so embarrassed. Poor Harry wouldn't know what hit him. He wondered if that made him sadistic.

"Okay, I'm relieved to hear you didn't do it." Sirius looked relieved. "This will make it easier to say this."

"Why would you think it would make this easier?" Harry mumbled and crossed his arms.

"Euhm, how far did you go? So that I get an idea on what I have to explain to you." Sirius said nervously.

"You really don't have to explain anything, really." Harry protested.

"Harry, please." Sirius pleaded, feeling more and more embarrassed. Remus would pay for this later.

"Sirius, do you really want to know how far I went with Draco?" Harry asked, his eyes pleading. He rather had Draco alive; it would be awkward kissing a corpse after all.

"No, actually not, but I have to know what I still need to explain further. Just tell me, Harry." Sirius said annoyed.

"Who says you won't kill Draco when I tell you how far we went?" Harry scowled.

"Good point." Remus muttered.

One of Sirius' eyes twitched. "Exactly how far did you go with Draco already, Harry?" He asked through clenched teeth. Couldn't that Malfoy boy keep his hands to himself?

"Na ah, I'm not telling you." Harry glared.

"Probably a handjob, blowjob at most." Remus said dryly.

It was almost an impossible feet, but Harry managed to get even redder, betraying himself. He never knew Remus could be so crass – he really spent too much time with Sirius.

"Remus, please." Harry begged.

"Wait, I'm right?" Remus asked surprised. He had just been joking when he had made the suggestion.

Meanwhile Sirius had such a red face, Harry was beginning to worry his head would explode.

He stood up stiffly and walked to the study room. "Excuse me for a minute." He said eerily calm and closed the door behind him.

Harry winced when he heard the crash and scowled at Remus who held his hands up in defeat. "Thank you Remus; now I have to worry that my godfather will try to kill my boyfriend." He said frustrated and ranked a hand through his hair.

"Sirius would never kill Draco." Remus tried to soothe him, but winced when he heard a louder crash.

"We're talking about the man that spent thirteen years in Azkaban, managed to escape it sane, tried to kill Pettigrew and has cursed several Death Eaters - with illegal spells I might add - when he came to rescue me last year and you think he wouldn't try to kill Draco when he hears what we do?" Harry raised an eyebrow.

Remus bit his lower lip. "I will stop him when he tries to harm Draco." He promised.

Harry pouted. "You better do. I rather like having him alive, you know."

Remus chuckled.

After five minutes of muted cursing and several loud crashes, Sirius came back to the living room, putting his wand back in his pocket. "Okay, let's make a deal. You listen to my talk right now and I promise I won't kill Blondie."

Harry narrowed his eyes. "Promise you won't hurt him either and I'll listen to you."

"But Harry." Sirius whined and pouted.

"No, Sirius, promise me." Harry said stubbornly.

Sirius sighed. "Fine, I promise I won't kill or hurt Blondie."

"Good; go on then with your humiliating talk." Harry huffed.

Remus looked at them amused. Really they were far too entertaining sometimes.

When Harry finally left his godfather, it was with a very red face and a fright of everything that had to do with sex. He was positive he was scared for life. He didn't know who was more embarrassed: he or Sirius. Remus had been smirking throughout the whole talk.

Even Sapphire looked flustered and Harry wondered if it was possible for cats to feel embarrassed.

When he finally entered the common room and sat next down to Draco, he muttered, "It will be a very long time before you get any sex, Draco."

Draco's eyes widened and he turned to stare at Harry, who looked rather pale. "What? You can't be serious?" He squeaked.

Harry nodded grimly. "It will be a very long time, Draco. That's what you get when you make Sirius suspicious."

"Wait, what? What does your godfather have to do with this?" Draco asked confused.

"You really don't want to know." Harry muttered and closed his eyes.

Draco was left confused and scared that he would indeed have to wait for a long time before there was any sex.

Sapphire closed her eyes and put her front paws over her head.

Only when they were in the dorms, did Draco remember to talk to Harry about his talking pets. He was sitting on Harry's bed, leaning against the headboard with Harry snuggled against him. His three pets were sleeping at the foot end of the bed.

"Harry, today something strange happened." Draco began and let his fingers draw patterns on Harry's stomach.

Harry snorted. "You couldn't find your hair gel?"

A sharp smack was his punishment. "No, you git. Your pet talked to me in my head." Draco huffed. Only then did he realize how that must have sounded. Damn, that could have gone better, he thought dismayed.

Harry stared at him. "Did you get hit by a spell or something? Or are you drunk? Animals don't speak, Dray, even if they are magical."

Draco spelled the curtains shut. No need to let the others know what Harry's pets were capable of. "I'm not joking, Harry. I mean it; a few hours ago, Ruby talked to me in my head."

Harry sighed. "Why would Ruby talk to you in your head?"

Fuck; he couldn't possibly confess to Harry that Ruby had helped him getting revenge on Nott. Harry wouldn't approve of that. He really should have kept his mouth shut.

"He was helping me with something." He mumbled.

Harry narrowed his eyes. "With what?"

"That doesn't matter, Harry. The point is that Ruby talked to me."

"Unless you can prove that, I don't believe you."

"Fine." Draco huffed and then turned to Ruby. "Ruby, can you please say something to Harry to prove that I didn't lie?"

For a while Ruby just sat there staring at Draco and Draco was beginning to doubt himself. It sounded unreal when spoken aloud. But then Harry's eyes widened and his mouth formed the shape of an 'o'.

"Did he talk to you?" Draco asked excitedly.

Harry put his hand up and frowned. "Yeah, Ruby talked to me. Apparently his species can do that when they want to." He murmured.

"See, I didn't lie." Draco said smugly.

Harry chuckled. "No, you didn't. It's interesting; I never thought I would have a pet that could speak." His green eyes sparkled excitedly.

"I think that everything's possible with you." Draco laughed.

Harry shook his head smiling. "Well, I'm tired. We have Potions tomorrow and I really don't want to fall asleep in Snape's class."

"No, I don't think that's prudent." Draco smirked. "Hey, can I sleep here tonight?"

"As long as you can behave yourself, then that's fine with me." Harry smiled and snuggled underneath his sheets.

"I always behave." Draco smirked and pulled Harry in his arms. "Sleep well, Harry."

"Goodnight." Harry mumbled back and closed his eyes.

The next day after their last lesson, everyone looked up when they heard a loud BANG resounding in the hallways.

The students looked at each other and then rushed to the Great Hall, where they all saw the Weasley twins with big identical grins on their faces showing off their jokes. Big red fireworks in the shapes of dragons and other magical animals were flying through the castle, while sounds of explosions were heard.

Harry laughed and clapped his hands, like the other students. It was like last year where the twins used their last big prank before they left Hogwarts.

While the pranks were still going on, the twins walked to Harry, ignoring their brother who stood a few feet away from them with Hermione next to him.

"Hiya Harry! We told you we would pay a visit, didn't we?" Fred grinned and slung an arm around Harry.

"Don't worry, we will pay a visit to the Gryffindors later." George whispered and winked.

"Do you mind if we go somewhere more private? We need to tell you something." Fred asked and although he was still grinning, his eyes had lost their shine.

Harry frowned, but nodded. "Do you mind if Draco and Blaise come with us?"

George shook his head after looking at the two other boys. "No, they can listen too."

Finally, after many congratulations and receiving more orders, the twins managed to find an empty classroom. When they all had entered, they locked the door to make sure no one interrupted them.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked and leaned against Draco, who was leaning against a desk.

Blaise had chosen to sit on the teacher's desk, looking curious.

Fred sighed. "Listen, we don't want to make you worried,"

"We just thought it would be wise to let you know this." George continued.

"Our dear brother Percy decided to join our happy family again." Fred frowned.

Harry's eyes widened. "What? But I thought he didn't want to be a part of the family anymore." He asked confused.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, vaguely reminding the arrogant prefect.

"Yes, well, we thought that too." George muttered darkly.

"He said that he regretted his decision to leave the family and if we could accept him again?" Fred scowled, a strange expression on the otherwise cheerful Weasley boy.

"What did your mother say?" Harry asked.

"She was in tears of course and accepted the git right away." George snorted.

"Why did you find this necessary to mention this to Harry?" Draco asked curiously.

Fred shuffled his feet nervously. "I don't know really, but there is something off with Percy."

"More so than usual." George added.

"What do you mean?" Blaise asked.

"We can't put our finger on it, but there is something about the way he acts that just screams wrong. Well, that and he agreed with Ron when he was spouting all kinds of bullshit about you, Harry." Fred answered.

"Which is something he never did before." George continued.

"We didn't want to make you worried for nothing,"

"But it's better to be safe than sorry, right?" George ended the sentence.

"Ron may lack brains, but the great git has unfortunately some brains. Who knows what he comes up with?" Fred shook his head.

Harry breathed out slowly. "So basically, I just need to be careful in case there is indeed something wrong with Percy."

The twins nodded.

"Do you suspect he has ties with Death Eaters?" Blaise asked nonchalantly.

Fred put his hands up. "We don't know. All we know is,"

"That our loveable brother acts weirder than before."

"Something we thought never possible."

Harry bit on his lips. "Thanks, guys, for the warning."

The twins clasped his shoulders and a grin appeared back on their faces. "Hey, no problem, little brother."

"You're part of our family after all." George winked.

Before they left, Fred turned around. "Oh, and Malfoy? If you dare to hurt our little brother in any way, we will find you and we will make sure you regret you ever hurt him, understood?"

They both twirled their wands in a warning way.

"You can be sure I won't hurt Harry." Draco said sincerely.

"Make sure you don't." George smirked.

Harry just stood there embarrassed, but pleased.

The twins stayed until after dinner that night, entertaining the students with their new pranks and getting congratulated by their teachers on their success. The Gryffindors however weren't lucky. True to their word, Fred and George visited the Gryffindor tower and when they left, almost all the students were suffering from several spells that caused burn marks, colorful spots, growing extra limbs, replacing voices with animal voices, growing feathers, … Suffice to say that the Gryffindors weren't happy. Madame Pomfrey wasn't either, because she was in charge of fixing the students, which in some cases would take a week to two weeks.

Unfortunately, the twins couldn't be punished because they weren't students anymore and like they so helpfully informed, "It isn't our fault that they are so stupid as to try out our new candy."

Only a handful people were left unharmed: those that were the only ones who supported Harry. Which sadly weren't many. And none of the Weasleys were with the unharmed people.

When the Slytherins were walking back to their common room, Harry was stopped by Snape.

"Mister Potter, a word please."

Harry looked confused, but nodded.

"I wait for you in the common room." Draco whispered in his ear and they shared a soft kiss.

Harry felt Garin curling tighter around his stomach and Ruby walked closer to him. Sapphire was already waiting on his bed.

Snape closed the door behind Harry and sat down behind his desk, while gesturing Harry to sit on the chair in front of the desk.

Harry, who was getting slightly nervous, tried to remember if he had done something to piss off Snape. Nothing came up.

"Potter, Salazar and I had a talk a while ago." Snape began abruptly.

"All right." Harry nodded, not understanding what that had to do with him. So, they talked; good for them.

"It was decided that you would receive extra training."

"In Potions?" Harry asked confused.

Snape sighed. "No, not for Potions, brat. General training; to help you defeat the Dark Lord."

"Oh." It was silent for a minute. "Is this an idea of the Headmaster?"

Snape raised an eyebrow. "No, it was Salazar's idea. He saw it fit to make sure you would survive when you're up against the Dark Lord."

Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Euhm, who will teach me?"

Snape's other eyebrow joined the former first raised one. "I am going to teach you with the aid of Salazar and I suspect the mutt and the wolf would be useful too." He sneered.

"Oh, okay then I suppose." Harry replied hesitatingly.

Suddenly Snape seemed to be uncomfortable and Harry blinked, wondering what could make the man so uncomfortable; as far as he knew, the Head of Slytherin was always in control.

"Potter, the training you will receive won't be about defensive spells." Snape began slowly.

Harry blinked. "I'm sorry, professor, but I don't think I understand what you want to say."

"What I am saying is that you will also learn offensive spells."

"All right, no problem. I don't think I can win against Voldemort with only defensive spells anyway." Harry shrugged.

"Potter, it is possible you will feel … uncomfortable with some of the spells that I will teach you."

Harry stared at him warily. "How so, sir?"

"The spells I'm talking about are invented by Salazar himself. As you have heard during the classes of history, the Founders were at war with other countries and they each designed their own spells. Salazar was specialized in spells that are considered dark." Snape replied tensed and he studied the boy in front of him. "Unfortunately, you won't be able to win this war with only light spells. In the case of the Dark Lord, you have to fight fire with fire. I know you consider yourself too noble to use Dark spells, but Potter, you have to realize that you will have a poor chance at surviving if you refuse to learn those spells."

It was silent for a while. Normally this would have irritated Severus, but in this case, he decided to let Potter think about it. It didn't feel right, teaching a sixteen year old boy Dark spells and curses. Hell, he hadn't used the majority of them when he was still active as a Death Eater! But Salazar had a point when he told him and Lucius, that the time of pampering Potter was over. They were at war. The outcome of the war depended on whether or not Potter would be strong enough to defeat the Dark Lord.

Something akin to pity coursed through Severus' body. The boy was too young to fight. Severus still couldn't believe that Albus was willing to let a boy fight for his life against a Dark wizard with years of training. Potter didn't know half of the spells he would need to defend himself and to cause severe damage to the Dark Lord. It was almost impossible.

Almost. Because willingly or not, Severus had to admit Potter had potential. So far he had managed to survive every time he had been brought up against the Dark Lord. Maybe if he had more excessive training, he would be able to make an end to the war the next time he met the Dark Lord. A thought that disturbed the older wizard, because the fate of the Wizarding world was brought on the shoulders of a sixteen year old boy.

Every day there were more mentions of attacks and Severus guessed the Dark Lord was beginning to feel impatient. As long as Potter stayed at Hogwarts, he was unreachable. The question was for how long would he be safe in this castle?

Severus studied Potter. The boy was pale and he looked tired. His emerald green eyes – Lily's present to her son – had dulled since their conversation, but there was still a spark of a fire. Potter may despise the use of Dark spells, but he was smart enough to realize that he wouldn't survive if he depended on his small amount of offensive spells. And if he didn't want to watch out for his own life, the incentive of keeping his loved ones safe would be enough. He still had that hero impulse after all. Severus wondered if that was something all Potters had and if that was beaten out of them once they had children, because he seemed to recall that James Potter had quieted down his adventures as soon as he heard that Lily was pregnant.

"All right, sir. I won't like to learn Dark spells, but I'm willing to learn them." Potter interrupted his train of thoughts softly.

"Glad to hear you acquired common sense, Potter." Snape said brusquely.

Harry, knowing this was Snape's way of complimenting him, smiled weakly. "Was there something else you wanted to talk about, professor?"

"No, not particularly. Although, do you have an idea as to why Theodore Nott came to the Hospital wing today all beaten up? He refused to say who did that to him." Snape looked at him intently.

"No, sir, I really don't have any idea as to who could have done that." Harry asked confused. Nott beaten up? Why would anyone do that?

"Hm. You may leave now, Potter." Snape murmured and watched the boy leave the room, closing the door behind him softly.

Severus had an idea as to who could have beaten up Nott, but he wasn't sure about it. Once he understood the possible motive, maybe then he would understand why he had done that. Until then he could do nothing else but keep an eye on the boy.

Harry had been distracted all week after he had had the conversation with Snape. Snape had told him he would start training him after he had found the book Salazar had written, but it had proven to be excellent hidden. Even with Salazar's help, Snape had only managed to decrease the possible hiding places.

Harry suspected that Dumbledore had maybe hidden the book. After all Salazar had told him that the Headmaster hadn't liked the Founders.

A couple of days later, it was March. Harry had totally forgotten about the twins' warning about Ron and was therefore thankful that he still was wearing the necklace the twins had forced into his hands.

When he sat down for lunch on Wednesday, Ron had walked by and had shoved past him, causing Harry to almost fall in his plate.

Ron sneered and walked further, without sparing another glance.

"Don't, Draco, he isn't worth it." Harry sighed and rubbed his painful shoulder.

Draco glared and his grip on his wand tightened. "Really, Harry, you're too nice. I promise you I can hex that piece of shit without anyone being the wiser."

"I know you can, but you won't. He's not worth the trouble, Dray. If you hex him now, he will want to retaliate and then it never stops." Harry sighed. "I'm tired of fighting other students even if they are behaving like assholes now."

"Fine." Draco grumbled and stuffed his wand in his pocket. "You just have to make it up later today."

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" Harry smiled.

"Oh, nothing special; just you and me, alone in the Room of Requirement …" Draco whispered suggestively.

"I think I will like that." Harry smiled and his green eyes sparkled mischievously.

However when he turned his attention back to his plate, he saw something glowing around his neck and with wide eyes, he plucked his necklace from underneath his shirt and saw it glowing purple. Fred had informed him the necklace would only glow if there was poison near him.

Draco, who noticed the glowing necklace, dropped his fork and pushed Harry's plate away. "Poison? How did that manage to get into your food?" He whispered harshly.

Harry shrugged helplessly. "I don't know."

Draco looked at the plate contemplatively and then conjured a bag in which he put the food. "We can let Sev take a look at it." He explained when he met Harry's questioning gaze.

"Oh." Harry nodded. He felt sick that someone had wanted to poison him and he wondered how the poison had ended up in his food. It was unlikely the house elves would have messed up considering they were very precise in what they put in their food. He shivered and he decided he had lost his appetite, despite the fact that he hadn't eaten much.

Draco had urged him to eat from his plate, but Harry refused. If he had to eat now, he was sure it would come up back later in the evening and he didn't have a desire to spend his time above a toilet.

Draco eventually relented after realizing there was no way he would get Harry to eat tonight.

Snape had promised them with a dark look in his eyes that he would investigate the poison in the food. It would be hard to find the one who had tried to poison Harry, but Snape promised he would keep an eye out.

Harry just wanted to forget that someone had tried to poison him and managed to convince Draco to join him in his studying.

Draco had already left for the Room of Requirement that evening and after Harry had finished his homework (he even had managed to write more than the required twelve inches for his Potions homework) he made his way upstairs. Draco had expressed his concern, but Harry had convinced him that after the nearly poisoning, a relaxed evening with his boyfriend was all that he needed.

Draco reluctantly agreed and had promised to make this evening good. Harry couldn't wait to find out what they would be doing tonight. Because he didn't want to have his pets as witnesses, he had left them behind on his bed.

Besides the poison accident, the day had been good. He had managed to collect more House points during Defence against the Dark Arts and therefore was in a rather good mood.

Naturally because Fate decided he should be the one she would screw around with, he was halted by a very familiar, but hostile voice.

"Potter!"

Harry turned around with a sigh and met an angry Ron who stood in the middle of the hallway of the fourth floor.

"What?" Harry asked annoyed. He really didn't want to deal with Ron now. This day had just started to look nice despite the poison and he really wanted to last it that way.

"What, am I not good enough for the famous Harry Potter?" Ron sneered.

"Really, Weasley, can't you learn to say something else? I've gotten tired of hearing your bullshit every time. Unless you have something new to say, you're wasting my time." Harry snapped. His patience with his former best friend had finally run out. He had been prepared to just ignore Ron and make fun with his new friends, but it seemed that Ron only had gotten more hostile as time went by.

Of course, Harry didn't know Ron had gotten in serious trouble many times when he had had a fight with Harry.

Ron wouldn't let Potter get away with that so easily. It was obvious his former best friend had been corrupted by the Slytherins. That was a shame, but it showed Ron that Harry hadn't been worth the trouble he had put himself in for the past five years.

"I just wanted to ask how it feels to do shit but still getting rewarded for it." Ron hissed.

"What are you talking about now?" Harry asked annoyed and confused.

"Don't play dumb, Potter! You getting points during Defence against the Dark Arts of course!" Ron snapped. "Must be easy, having your family as a professor. No wonder you excel at Defence against the Dark Arts."

"Leave Remus out of this, Ron." Harry warned him. He could take jabs thrown at him (hell, he hadn't heard anything else the entire time he lived with the Dursleys), but he wouldn't stand for having his family offended.

"Or what? You're going to run to him?" Ron taunted. "Oh, I'm so scared now! The big bad wolf is going to get me!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Harry hissed. "Just because you run to your mommy every time you get into shit, doesn't mean anyone else does the same. Tell me, does your mommy still have to hold your hand? Oh wait, she probably needs her hand to keep Dumbledore in check." He smirked and turned around to continue his way to the Room of Requirement, thinking he really was spending too much time with the Slytherins if he had managed to insult Ron that way.

He didn't get far however, when he was hit with a Burn hex. He yelped and whirled around just in time to avoid a curse that would have shattered his nose.

"You fucker!" Ron screamed outraged.

Ron had definitely improved in his spell work. The only thing Harry was able to do now was trying to shield himself against the curses, though Ron managed to break his shield many times and hit him.

Several bruises were starting to appear on his upper body and his arms sported some cuts which were bleeding a bit.

He cursed when a Bone Shatter curse was thrown at him and quickly jumped out of the way. "Fuck, Ron, stop! What the hell do you think you're doing?" He yelled angrily and jumped out of the way of another curse which he didn't recognize. He didn't want to get the chance to get acquainted with it either.

Suddenly Ron threw his wand on the floor and jumped at Harry, swinging his fist back and hitting Harry full in his ribs.

The blow made Harry fall back on the floor and he gasped for air, grimacing. It seemed that one of his ribs had cracked. He dearly hoped it wasn't broken.

When he saw Ron's fist coming again, he managed to roll over, but that movement made him curl up because his rib protested from the violent movement.

Just when Ron wanted to take another swing, two arms shot out and grabbed him, hauling him back.

"Let me go! That asshole needs to be taken down!" Ron yelled and tried to break free.

Harry looked up and saw Sirius, Remus and McGonagall standing in the hallway, looking shocked. Sirius was the one who had hauled Ron away from him.

Remus immediately went to Harry and carefully helped him standing up.

Harry hissed and bent down trying to relieve the pressure on his rib.

"What was going on here?" McGonagall asked horrified.

"He insulted my mother!" Ron roared.

"He started it." Harry replied grimacing.

"I never thought … My word …" McGonagall looked too outraged to made decent sentences.

"Come on, Harry, I'll take you to the Hospital wing." Remus said softly.

Harry shook his head groaning. "No not the Hospital wing. I don't want to go there. Pomfrey will let me stay the night and let me drink those awful potions." He protested.

"Harry, we need to get your rib checked and to heal those bruises and cuts." Remus said sternly.

"I will talk to Mister Weasley first and then I speak with you, Mister Potter." McGonagall said grimly. "Don't think you will get away with this lightly." She warned him and then walked with Sirius and a screaming Ron to her office.

Harry sighed. "Draco will be happy." He muttered scowling.

"Did you have a date with Draco?" Remus asked while escorting him to the Hospital wing.

Harry nodded. "I was supposed to meet him in the Room of Requirement."

"Well, I will send Sirius to get him." Remus replied.

"What? No! He will get worried for nothing." Harry protested.

"Harry, you were just attacked by Ron. I think he had reasons to worry." Remus said frowning. "Besides he's your boyfriend. He would be an asshole if he wasn't worried about you. And then I would have to teach him a lesson." He added idly, but his eyes showed he was serious about his threat.

Harry chuckled nervously, but had to stop when his rib protested. "You don't have to. Besides, now he won't let me go anywhere alone after this. And he had just decided to give me some space. Damn it, why did Ron have to screw it up?" He cursed.

Remus chuckled weakly and helped Harry sit on a bed and went to get Pomfrey.

Harry sighed and winced when the sigh made his rib hurt.

Pomfrey came to him with a scowl on her face. "Really, Mister Potter; what are you trying to do? Do you want to break your father's record? Come on, take your shirt off so I can see how much damage there is to heal." She huffed.

"I just like it here so much, Madam Pomfrey, that I want to spend as much time here as possible." Harry smiled sweetly, but grimaced when he tilted up his arms to remove his shirt. "God damnit." He cursed when he couldn't take his shirt off. Even the slightest movement made him wince.

"Do you need help?" Remus offered.

It is still embarrassing, but at least it's he's not Sirius who would have made fun of me, Harry thought glowering, but nodded.

Very carefully, Remus helped Harry with taking off his shirt.

Madam Pomfrey frowned when she noticed the bruises that were slowly appearing on Harry's chest and arms. "My word, Potter, what did you do?" She muttered and shook her head dismayed. She first healed the cuts and cleaned the blood away. She carefully rubbed a flowery smelling salve on the bruises and then felt his ribs.

Harry's hiss and wince told her she had found the injured rib and when she waved her wand, the paper that appeared in her hand informed her that two of his ribs had a light break. Nothing serious, but still painful.

"Well, it will take a few days, maybe a week before all the bruises will be gone and your ribs are slightly cracked which will take a week to a week and half to fully heal." Madam Pomfrey said and handed him the salve for his bruises. "No flying for at least a week, until your ribs are healed, Mister Potter."

Harry groaned and scowled.

Madam Pomfrey went back to her office to write some documents and Remus and Harry looked up when Sirius entered the Hospital wing.

"Where is Ron?" Harry asked uncomfortably.

"With McGonagall; she's giving him a piece of her mind. She has still the same vicious tongue as when we were students." Sirius sighed and for a moment looked fondly.

"Sirius, could you get Draco and tell him what happened?" Remus asked.

"Remus, really, Draco doesn't need to know about this." Harry protested again.

"Maybe he will help you stay out of trouble, cub." Remus sighed.

Sirius shook his head. "I think it's better if you go and get him, Remmy."

Remus wanted to protest, but something in Sirius' eyes stopped and he sighed defeated. "Fine, I'll get him." He gave Harry's shoulder a soft squeeze and left the two men alone.

Harry suddenly noticed how the atmosphere became tense and he gulped. "Sirius …" He began but trailed off uncertainly.

Sirius began to pace forth and back in front of Harry's bed. "Do you mind telling me why you didn't ignore Weasley right from the beginning and instead took his bait?" He asked in a controlled voice.

"I tried to, but he decided to drag Remus into our fight and I just reacted. It's not my fault that he has such a short temper." Harry answered annoyed.

Harry startled when Sirius smacked his fist down on the nightstand. "Exactly! He has a fucking short temper and you decided to fuel it even more! How could you be so stupid as to take his bait? I don't care if he dragged Remus or somebody else in your fight, just fucking ignore the prat!"

"What are you trying to insinuate? That it's my fault we got into a fight?" Harry snapped. His nerves were shot from the stress from the fight and Sirius wasn't helping it.

"If you had ignored him, there wouldn't have been a fight!" Sirius snapped back, his temper rising.

"Oh come off it! You know as well as I do that if Ron had wanted a fight, he would have started it regardless of what I did!" Harry growled.

"Then why didn't you stupify him and get some teacher's help?"

"Because he wouldn't give me the chance to use something other than a Shield spell! Besides I don't need help every time I get into a fight." Harry huffed and crossed his arms.

"Oh yes, because you managed just fine on your own. I can clearly see that." Sirius replied sarcastically, gesturing to the bruises.

Harry flushed red and jumped off the bed. "I would have been fine!" He insisted.

"Oh come on, Harry! If you would have been fine, then why are you here?" Sirius sneered.

"Forget it! Let's just forget this, 'cause you obviously won't listen!" Harry snapped and wanted to walk away.

Sirius wasn't about to let his godson walk away and gripped his arm tightly, not noticing that Harry had forgotten to slip his shirt on again.

"Don't you dare to walk away from me!" Sirius snapped back.

"Let go of me!" Harry hissed and struggled.

"Not before we talked about this." Sirius growled.

They were so involved into their fight that they never noticed a soft click.

McGonagall told Harry he had detention on Tuesday night with her after she had separated him and Sirius. Draco had been all over Harry, fussing and being generally furious with Ron. He promised Harry he wouldn't let him go anywhere alone, which was what Harry had been afraid off.

A few hours after the fight, Remus had talked to both Harry and Sirius and after having a talk with each other, both admitted they may have overreacted. Sirius apologized for being so angry at Harry, but explained it was because he had worried about Harry and Harry apologized for being so stubborn.

Their talk ended with a group hug in which Draco participated scowling because he had been dragged into the hug by his grinning cousin.

Besides the fact that his rib still hurt and that he had a detention with McGonagall on Tuesday, Harry thought he had gotten off easily.

How he was wrong about that.

The next morning when all the students were gathered for breakfast, the heavy doors of the Great Hall flew open and to everyone's confusion and astonishment, three Aurors made their way to the Head table.

"Sirius Black?"

Sirius nodded warily.

"You're accused of physically abusing your godson Harry Potter. Please stand up and follow us to the Ministry where we will continue our investigation. If you would hand over your wand to Mister Williams" The Auror standing in the middle said calmly.

Harry's world crashed down.

AN2: My, it seems I have a tendency to mess with Sirius in this story ^^; And to think he's one of my favourite characters ... Please leave your thoughts behind in a review! Normally I should be able to update next Tuesday

Love and cuddles

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