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Ooops! A Hogwarts, Post Hogwarts Story

HP/DM

Slash Fiction

Rated: PG-to PG-13-to-NC-17

Email:onyxemerald13@yahoo.com

By:Emerald Grey

Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. All that is mine is my plot & twist of Canon, both Book & Movie...Heh& BHAWAHHH!. **coughs**

The rest ALL belongs to the amazing & multi-talented, JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoat Books & Warner Bros' Inc. NO: Copyright, money, nor trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: AU, with a side of blended Movie, (all-to-date) & Book, (all-to-date) Canon.

m/m SLASH FICTION, with some 'squick' I like to call Het. (shudders) BUT, in my defence, it is ONLY to further my secondary characters in the story along, and establish the plot! *Can't tell ya more, or it would give away my plot.* <g>

Our MAIN CHARACTERS are 11 when they first meet, and our story unfolds.

Nothing too racy, hugging, kissing, rubbing, wanking, lol & just lots of UST's, lol with the usual *hijinks* of boy/boy lurve. <wink> and? <g>

Now, I can't promise no songs, because with me, ya never know. But...For those of you that know me & my usual style? This is gonna just blow you away!

This story is my take on that first meeting at the robe shop, & the train, & beyond.

OH, and what I feel coulda, shoulda, woulda happened, IF only!!!

For those of you that don't know me very well?

HI! My name is Emerald Grey, and I am an ANGST HO! *waves at everyone*

Pairings: HP/DM (and others, but, you'll have to read it to find out! Heh..Evil kitty grin)

Summary: Two boys meet, love, leave.

Years later, things ignite as a spark is once more a flame.

But, is it too late for true love's gain?

*--^*^*prologue c. *^*^--*

The Evening of September,01,1991

Inside the Great Hall at the Castle of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

"Is that Harry Potter? Did she say Harry Potter? He's very small! Why, he hardly looks like a Hero at all!" This and other not too very complimentary things were being said as the huge Hall was suddenly a-buzz. All eyes now trained in anticipation on the Fate

of the little dark haired boy who sat quietly, waiting...No one noticed the wand that had been waved, right after some words had been mumbled softly...By...someone.

As his small slender hands clutched, and un-clutched along the edges of the wooden chair, his heart was suddenly pounding.

Harry's breathing hitched as he felt the soft material of the magical hat descend.

Feeling a bit foolish as brown worn flaps of the unusual hat have now flopped down in front of his startled eyes, he sighs in relief.

Blocking his small face from view of everyone that had been gawking at him in the large

room, he jumps slightly as he hears soft mocking male tones.

~~**~~

"Ahh, Mister Potter,...at last we meet. Hmm, now, lets see, where to place you..."

The voice sounds rather wistful. But, before the little boy can open his mouth to reply,

the hat spoke again, arrogance coloring it's tone.

"Awashed in talent, you'd go far in Ravenclaw, brave to a fault, hmm, Gryffindor perhaps?

Loyal as a Hufflepuff I see, oh my, Slytherin is truly where YOU should be...But,"

Having heard his fill of the sarcastic relic, Harry whispers bluntly, " But what?" His patience now beginning to wear threadbare, he snaps, "Yes, I am Harry Potter, who are YOU sir?" Harry barked, totally out of character, even surprising himself at the viciousness in his tone.

"Child," The arrogant Hat replied, "I am the Sorting Hat, placed here at Hogwarts, created by the Founders to sort the future Wizards and Witches of our world. Now, sit still, and let me place YOU Harry Potter."

Scowling lightly, the little boy says, "Fine, but, I feel 'drawn' to become a Gryffindor, and, that's kinda where I would like to be." he replies firmly, his hands are now crossing his slim chest stubbornly, his back ram-rod straight.

He doesn't understand this sudden need to make sure that the stupid Hat puts him where he is SO sure he now belongs.

Never-mind the deep heart-to heart he'd held with Draco on the long train ride here. Both boys concluding that Harry would fair much better in Slytherin with Draco, and they could grow up together, and in the comfort of the same House.

"But what about the fair young one that now holds your heart? Would you not wish to be with him instead? For I know of something I should not tell, but I can say this much as well...Your lives here shall be as one, you see, from boy to man you'll cross the tide, then you and he shall cross many times to fill a void inside. Will you always be? Only time can tell, the dwelling truth inside a man, or what lies in the depths of his own heart's well."

Harry sat and tried to understand just what the hat was trying NOT to say, but his thoughts, for some reason keep becoming tangled. So much so, he felt himself sway. Soon, he's back to giving the edge of the chair a death grip, as he contemplated his choices. His head felt so strange, like it was almost too heavy to hold up.

He felt compelled to be in Gryffindor, yet he longed to be with his little silver-eyed Slytherin Dragon too.

~~**~~

On the train, Draco had explained the meaning of his unusual name.

Harry had delighted in gently teasing the pale boy, holding him close to his heart in a strong embrace.

Tucking Draco's fair head under his chin, Harry�s softly touched the moonlight skin, & had taken pleasure in running his hands through the white-blonde silk-like tresses.

Enjoying the thrill of whispering the words, "My Dragon, my beautiful silver eyed Dragon..." Harry had felt a sensation sweep over him, as Draco turned his slender body in Harry's arms.

The innocence he saw inside those unique eyes as Draco looked up at him,

made Harry feel light-headed.

And feeling Draco shiver, made him feel so powerful, so in control as he'd bent his head downward, placing tiny minute kisses all along Draco's angelic jaw line, even finding a few ticklish spots along the way, as he'd traced his hands gently up and down the blonde's sides, causing Draco to giggle softly.

He'd even enjoyed the white-hot feelings that shot up and down his spine to pool heavily in his groin as his pink tongue tasted and mapped out soft sensual moans from the youngest Malfoy.

~~**~~

Feeling a twitch in his trousers, at just a thought of tasting his boyfriend's sweet kisses, Harry's face flamed under the Hat.

Shifting nervously on the hard chair, he wished for the silly creature to just get on with the sorting, and soon, before he embarrassed himself, in front of Draco and the whole damn School. His slender legs slammed together tightly at the mere horror, as he mentally willed away the erection threatening to burst his zipper.

~~***~~

Sitting in the middle of the bench, seat facing the Sorting, Draco slipped his small hands underneath the table so no one could see him crossing his fingers.

He had once observed a muggle-born child demonstrate it, and he'd asked his Father about it. His Father had sneered down at him and in cutting tones explained the strange habit.

Now, sitting here, miles away from his family, Draco closed his eyes tightly, wishing with all of his might for a tiny miracle. Just one.

'Please let Harry be in Slytherin, with me...Please... He has to be...'

~~**~~

'Draco I'm so sorry, please forgive me...' Harry thought, as he silently made his choice.

An unseen determined look crossed his small features, as reaching up and firmly grasping both sides of the battered little Hat, growling low in his throat, Harry ground out,

"Look Hat," for almost 11 years, I have done exactly as I was told. Coming here to Hogwarts is more than just a Schooling for me. This is bloody freedom!

A bleedin' dream come true! I am tired of quarrelling with you. My Da was a Gryffindor, my new friends are there too, and, for your information, Draco and I will be just fine! I don't even understand half of what you've been babbling about, but I will say this."

Taking a deep breath after his own rant, Harry poured all of the love and devotion he felt for his Dragon as he passionately said, " I love Draco Malfoy, and I know he loves me!"

Something inside me tells me that Slytherin is not the choice for me. Now, I have asked you as bloody nicely as I can," gritting his teeth, the little boy continued firmly, "Get on with it then, and put my arse where I bloody well belong!" He quietly spat.

The Sorting Hat trembled slightly at such strength behind the heated words of one as small and as young as the out-spoken Mr. Harry James Potter.

He truly felt Slytherin was the best choice for the young lad, but? As in the rules made long, long ago by the founders of the illustrious School, he had to obey the child's vehement wishes.

He only hoped the boy would be able to maintain that fiery attitude into his adult life,

for he'd seen this child's future, and it did not bode him well.

Young Harry Potter had quite a road of hardship, and heartache to travel before he would find those desires that lay buried inside his heart.

He'd even broken several rules as he'd tried to give the boy some inner hints as to the path of his destiny.

Trembling again, he could already feel the heavy censure from the bright blue eyes of Hogwarts current Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore.

Taking a deep breath, he quickly bellowed out the answer to the waiting occupants of the Great Hall's million Galleon question,

"GRYFFINDOR!!' He shouted.

As the Professor removed the Hat from his messy onyx mop, Harry carefully slid from the chair, to walk proudly, yet a bit stiffly, to his new House's table, and to the three beaming faces of his new friends. And, from somewhere in the great Hall, someone put their wand away, a satisfied smirk etching their smug features. ' The plan had been put in motion. Too bad about Draco, his Father simply MUST be informed of his Son's obvious betrayal.' An evil grin was had by a very devious person, at just the thought of such an action.' Stupid Harry Potter, when the Dark Lord gets through with him...' (he'll be given a choice of course, they all were, at one time, given a choice...)

Returning their smiles, and good wishes, as he sat down, he felt a chill run down his spine, even as he felt the hugs, and pats on the back, and hair tussles from his

new House's members.

Looking up, his eyes lock with the silver ones of his Dragon.

Harry's breath caught as he witnessed the tiny slip as Draco let the weight of the Hat's decision show on his small sad handsome face.

But, before he could blink away the moisture now gathering in the corners of his eyes, he marvelled at the sudden cool mask his boyfriend was now wearing like a second skin. The only thing that showed his deep frustration over the current situation was what Draco was now saying, or not saying.

Inside his thin chest, Harry felt his little heart constrict, as the new Slytherin mouthed the words, "Why Harry, why?"

He had no answer. Tearing his gaze away from Draco, he quickly ran his hands over his eyes, and blinked away any remaining traces. He would NOT cry!

Like Uncle Vernon was fond of reminding him, "only little Nancy boys cry."

Biting his lip, he listened with half a heart to the rest of the sorting.

"Padma Irene Patil..." Spoke the headmistress in her melodious voice.

"Ravenclaw!" Shouted the exuberant Hat.

And on it went...

"Parvati Ilene Patil..." "Gryffindor!"

"Hannah Elaine Abbott..." "Hufflepuff!"

"Ernie Randolph Macmillan..." "Hufflepuff!"

"Terrence Pierre Boot..." "Ravenclaw!"

"Mandy Leigh Brocklehurst..." "Ravenclaw!"

"Seamus Eric Finnigan..." "Gryffindor!"

"Michael Richard Corner..." "Ravenclaw!"

"Dean Anthony Thomas..." "Gryffindor!"

"Anthony Edward Goldstein..." "Ravenclaw!"

"Justin Lewis Finch-Fletchley..." "Hufflepuff!"

"Lavender Beth Brown..." "Gryffindor!"

"Pansy Rose Parkinson..." "Slytherin!"

"Theodore Stephan Nott..." "Slytherin!"

"Megan Jones..." "Hufflepuff!"

"Kevin Samuel Entwhistle..." "Ravenclaw!"

"Lisa Suzanne Turpin..." "Ravenclaw!"

"Daphne Sharon Greengrass..." "Slytherin!"

"Stephen Douglas Cornfoot..." "Ravenclaw!"

"Morag McDougal..." Ravenclaw!"

"Wayne Hopkins..." "Hufflepuff!"

"Blaise Agustus Zabini..." "Slytherin!"

~~**~~

As the last child was sorted, the sudden loud *clap* of the tall Headmaster's hands jerked his attentions else where, and soon Harry and the other First years were listening with mixed emotions and with rapt attention to the many wonders and warnings of the huge mysterious castle. As well as pondering on the why's.

With one more loud *CLAP* of the Headmaster's large hands, the room became awash with the delighted squeals, giggles, and "Oohs!" and "Aahhs!" of appreciative children from all four Houses.

There at every table, and in front of every single child, appeared real golden flatware. Plates made of solid gold, tall goblets also made of gold, filled to the rim with a fragrant pale sparkling orange colored juice.

Before their startled eyes, Large golden platters of every types of meats, and huge golden bowls of fluffy mashed tubers, and oblong gold containers of different types of hot rolls, as well as golden bowls of multi-veggies of all kinds, materialized.

Foods of all types, now sitting as steam rolled off them, just waiting to be consumed.

Soon, the only sounds heard was the happy thrum of children eating & conversing politely, as the House's got to know their newest members and welcomed back the returning one's, asking all around, the most important question in a young child's life, "How was your Summer?!"

But, like all good things, after the plates had been cleared, and then desserts of every size and shape had appeared, only to be gleefully munched upon, all too soon, those dishes as well had vanished.

The room was now full of some very sleepy children.

After the announcement to "Follow the Prefect's of their chosen Houses", soon the Great Hall was empty, only the ghost's remained.

But, then, not one's to miss out on some mischief, the walls of the great castle was soon full of squeaks and squeals as the naughty poltergeist's teased the frightened

First Years as well as some of the returning children that had the misfortune to be caught unaware by the incorporeal motley crew.

~~**~~

As he followed his House out of the tall doors of the Great hall, looking up and down and all around him, Harry was in such awe.

He'd never in all of his eleven years on this Earth, had seen anything like Hogwarts!

from the actual moving portraits, to the marvel that had been the spelled ceiling of the Great Hall, to the long, tall, graceful moving staircases, his little eyes took it in, all of it.

Jumping as a hand touched on his shoulder, Harry turned, only to find himself being suddenly drug backwards, and into the semi-dark corner of a tall replica of a knight's shiny silver armour.

Feeling himself relax as the hissed voice asked," Why Harry? Why didn't you fight that damn Sorting Hat's decision?"

~~**~~

Turning swiftly into his Dragon's embrace, his eyes sparkled with mischief as he

enjoyed the startled reaction of the other boy.

Kicking the surprise factor up one more notch, leaning foreword, his lips softly moved over Draco's plump candy-floss flavoured flesh.

Slowly Harry explored Draco's mouth.

Draco sighed, and Harry could taste his breath.

Pushing him hard up against the scratchy stone wall, Harry teased his Dragon, making him pant lightly, causing Harry's glasses to fog.

Running his lips and tongue up one side of the slender throat now bared to him, his hands are moving all over that tight little body.

Cautiously, as his hands are running up and down Draco's back, Harry becomes a bit more bold, and does what he's been dreaming of. After removing his glasses, he slips them into the inner breast pocket of his shirt, under his School robe.

His hands roaming further South, soon he's now cupping those perfect globes of firm boy-flesh, touching Draco in ways that had once fuelled his naughty dreams.

Squeezing them gently, he snickers softly at his Dragon's startled *meep* of surprise

when rubbing up against him, wiggling his hips, their throbbing erections 'bump' causing them to shudder, almost embarrassing themselves.

Both boy's are now panting, swallowing each other's soft moans as Harry slowly traces the cupid's bow outline of Draco's softly parted lips, brushing them lightly with the tip of his tongue.

Moaning sweetly, Draco quickly turns in Harry's arms.

Grabbing the surprised boy, he's thrusting up hard against him, shoving him back against the rough surface of the cool wall.

Draco snickers into Harry's hot mouth as he makes the *meep* sound.

Kissing that bratty grin, Harry raises his hands to frame Draco's face tenderly as he

runs his tongue over and over Draco's parted lips.

As he is tasting, nibbling, teasing, making his Dragon moan for him so sweetly,

Harry feels so guilty for the choices he'd earlier made, and he now finds himself wishing he could retract them.

For he'd love nothing more than to awake every morning to that beautiful smile and to

see the naughty twinkle in Draco's quick-silver eyes.

With one final tiny tug of Draco's warm mouth, pulling sensually at the blonde's lower lip he caught it gently between his teeth.

Slyly nibbling once more, until a tiny *pop* sounded, Harry reluctantly released the

flesh which had kept him awake for hours the rest of the Summer.

Sighing, Harry then slowly stepped back, grimacing slightly as he reached under his robe to adjust the aching bulge their heated playfulness had caused.

He was almost consoled as he watched Draco reaching under his own robe, to do the same.

~~**~~

Hanging his head momentarily, he then looked up directly into Draco searching eyes.

"How did you know that?" Harry flatly asked.

~~**~~

"Smirking slightly, Draco reached up to straighten Harry's collar before replying,

"Well, I just figured that since it was taking so bloody long to sort your silly arse, you simply must of been arguing with the damn thing!" He retorted with a saucy wink.

Giggling softly, Harry pulled Draco to him and hugged him tightly till he squeaked. Reducing the hold to a gentle hug, quietly he told him of the strange conversation he'd had with the sassy garment.

Draco had opened his little pink mouth to comment when a stern voice broke in, "Gentlemen, I believe you were supposed to of followed your House's Prefects to your Common Rooms already?"

A tall lanky man, dressed in black robes that swept the polished stone floor now stood before them both.

Impatiently he flipped his almost shoulder-length raven hair out of his dark eyes with hands that were both large, yet graceful, and he was currently sneering down at both boys; his onyx eyes narrowed in suspicion.

Harry felt he might be sick, until Draco grinning widely up at the man asked, "Uncle Severus! How was your Summer?!"

~~**~~

Harry stared in open-mouthed shock, as the man seemed to transform right before his eyes!

Bending down to pick up a giggling Draco as if he weighed as much as the candy-floss he tasted of, Harry had watched as the man had smiled, as he gently rubbed noses with the small child.

Placing him just as carefully back down, he then patted him lightly on his silky head, mussing it up a bit, then smirking slightly at the vain way Draco quickly fussed with his hair.

And, in one of the softest voices Harry had ever heard a gown-up use, said, "Why Draconis, it was lovely. Paris at that time of the year is simply breathtaking! I quite enjoyed myself, I almost owled the Headmaster with my resignation!"

At this bit of news, the small face fell.

Seeing that he'd taken his teasing a bit too far, Severus tipped up the little chin with two long slim fingers.

"Child," he breathed, "I would not miss your Hogwarts years for anything, I was only having you on Draco." Turning to the shaking boy standing next to his Moon and Stars he arched a slim black brow as he inquired, "Draconis, where are your manners? Please, introduce me to your...companion." He said, with a voice as smooth as warm honey dripping off a hot buttered roll.

~~**~~

Perking up, Draco nearly bounced, as he said, "Uncle Severus, I'd like for you to meet Harry James Potter, my boyfriend!" He announced proudly.

Turning to Harry, Draco hugged him briefly as he said, "Harry, this man is Severus Snape. He is my Godfather, but I've called him Uncle Sev, ever since I first learned to speak!"

Beaming up at the pleased man, he continued, "He is also a Professor here, he teaches Potions, and? He's the Head of the House of Slytherin!" he finished just as proudly.

As Harry watched the adult for any signs of disgust at Draco's heartfelt declaration concerning their relationship, he noticed a tiny scowl twist the man's full lips, and a sudden minute flare inside his onyx eyes, before a familiar mask fell.

Hesitantly, Harry reaches his tanned hand out to the stranger.

The tall man sneered again, but he briefly brushed his large hand across Harry's much smaller one.

His heart escalated as Draco quickly picked up Harry's hand, and brushed his knuckles with a soft kiss, slowly flexing his long slender fingers, and tightened his hold.

Harry's heart dropped to his toes however, as the man trained a piercing look on him when he coolly drawled, "Yes, I can see that Draconis."

Snickering lightly he chided, "As you are both now holding hands, I assumed you were a bit, eh, more than just 'friends'."

As the man's gaze swept over him, Harry immediately felt so small, so unworthy of such a beautiful boy like Draco Malfoy.

But, Draco sensed his Godfather's un-explained dislike of the boy who not only held his hand, but his heart, and meant the very world to him, and scowling slightly, pulled Harry closer, resting his blonde head on the dark haired boy's slim shoulder, practically wrapping himself around him like the little Slytherin snake he now was.

~~**~~

While watching Draco cling to James and Lily Potter's spawn like a limpet, Severus realized several things.

Knowing the stubborn blonde child as well as he did, if the set to that bottom lip, and the challenging glint in those silver eyes was anything to go by, no one, and nothing was going to change his mind where it concerned his feelings for Harry Potter.

One, Draco had done as per his Father's request, and two, had went two steps further

and had obviously fallen for the green-eyed orphaned boy.

This showed in the almost possessive way he was now holding onto the child.

The Dark Lord would NOT be pleased.

Slapping himself mentally, he dreaded two things.

One, telling Lucius Malfoy that the 'jewel' of his heart, the Malfoy Heir, was head over heels for James Potter's brat.

And two? Informing Albus Dumbledore, of the budding relationship between his little 'Hero in the rough' with Voldemort�s Right Hand Man's only child.

Being the one to tell him that they were now, 'boy-friends,' ugh...Severus shuddered. Paris was right now looking better and better.

But? he'd been sent to find his errant Godson, as well as escort Mr. Potter to the Headmasters office for a little 'chat'.

Steeling himself for the tantrum that was sure to follow this announcement, he quickly waved his wand to both of his ears, to lessen the pitch of noise his little Dragon was

about to let loose.

"Mr. Potter, the Headmaster wishes to speak with you, follow me please." Turning to Draco, he watched as the child�s small chin began to tremble.

"Draconis, you may follow us until we come to the Prefect that's been looking for you."

Seeing the building storm clouds in the child's silvery eyes, he hurriedly re-assured the boy by adding, "Ah, this time, I won't allow any points to be taken, but? If you are late for bed check again? You will lose points, as well as spend an evening of detention."

Turing to the reason his little Dragon's first night at Hogwarts had become rocky, he sneered,

"And you Mr. Potter, you shall NOT be tempting my Godson to break any more rules!"

Noticing the slight tremor of the child�s delicate jaw line, he was satisfied. He'd made his point, there had been no bloodshed, all was well in his world.

He had spoken too soon.

~~**~~

Draco had insisted arguing Harry's innocence, pleading to his Godfather's deaf ears for

"a little more time" with the little boy.

Harry had just nodded his sable head, reaching into his shirt pocket to dispiritingly put back on his heavy spectacles, ready to follow the grown up, to go and talk with a stranger. 'Man, could his life get any weirder?'

Pushing his too-big black glasses further up on his pert little nose, he now stood there,

one dark eyebrow cocked as he watched Draco throw a whopper of a tantrum, blocking their only way out.

~~**~~

After a solid fifteen minute rant, complete with wand waving, foot stomping, body rolling and fist waving...tossing out curse words so loudly, SO impressively, Harry's other eyebrow had joined the first, meeting at his hairline.

But it was after the NEXT fifteen minutes that Harry had just looked at the older man with a questioning look.

When his Silver Dragon had hit his knee's begging his 'Uncle Sev' for "just this one itty bitty night" to be spent with him...Well he was touched, if not a bit in awe of the blonde's manipulative acting abilities.

Tiny tears were now trailing down both sharp cheeks, and his unique eyes were red and slightly swollen.

He looked so damn sad, so distraught, even Harry found his own eyes becoming moist.

' Wow,' He thought,' Draco could be one of those muggle Child Actors he'd seen often enough in those mellow-dramas his Aunt Petunia was fond of.'

Hells, the boy could obviously out snit Dudley, and HE was the largest drama queen Harry had EVER seen! Now, that was quite a feat!

But, Harry, his ears ringing at the loud, high-pitched wails, was at the end of his patience, and if his precious Silver Dragon raised his beautiful voice just ONE more decibel? Harry was going to do to that pert little arse, what should of obviously been done a long time ago!

He was going to wrestle Draco to the ground, drag him over his knees, pull up his robe, jerk down his breeches around his ankles, and pop him hard on his round little butt!

Pleadingly, Harry looked up at the older man to do something! Anything!

Even the House ghosts had floated by to see what all the racket was about, only to just as quickly zoom away holding onto their non-existent ears!

Severus inwardly snickered. Outwardly he sneered down at the uncomfortable boy, fathomless onyx eyes boring down into magnified startled jewels of green, paging quickly through his thoughts as effortlessly as one might skim a book.

~~**~~

'The poor child, he must be nearly blind!' 'Ah it was good to be a Legilimens.'

'Hmm, so you say you love my Godson Mr. Potter? Heh, we'll see when YOU are the

object of one of Draco's little tantrums...A spanking eh? Hmm, the boy might have a point there...'

Looking down at the foot of his robes, Draco is now whining loudly, and pulling on them soundly.

Realizing he'd best cork this before Draco shredded his best evening robe, he quickly bent down, and scooped his little unhappy Dragon up into his arms, cuddling him close to his chest, and shhhing to him softly.

Just as it did when he was but a baby, Draco fell silent, clinging to the older man's robe front.

Harry's eyes widened, as he watched his boyfriend calm instantly.

~~**~~

Leaning over he barely caught the words his Godson was now softly mumbling.

"Harry, danger...Want him to stay...Love him...Need him... Please Sev... Must protect him..."

With a deep regretful sigh, he tilted Draco's face, and stared deeply into his eyes, almost dropping the slight child with his startling findings buried in Draco's subconscious and conscious mind.

Realizing several things at once, he had to admit, Draco was correct, the little Gryffindor was in severe danger, and it was all around him, only he was unaware of it.

He also was appalled that Lucius could of planned such a grim demise for a child.

He further was concerned that this so called 'plan' was to of rested entirely on Draco's slender shoulders.

And, he was most angry that he'd NOT been told of such a plan, so that he could do his duty, and protect the small boy who was so important to the Wizarding world.

He'd known that Draconis was to of be-friended Harry Potter, as per his Father's orders, and their Dark Lord's wishes.

But, other than that, he'd not been in the loop. He had not know of this new development.

Closing his eyes briefly from the pain radiating off of the tiny body he held in his arms, he forced himself to find out more as he opened his dark eyes to stare into Draco's, while

he mentally paged through the blonde child's secret thoughts.

As he had fallen in love with the nameless now targeted boy at the end of July, no wonder Draco had freaked out, finding out on the train, that the boy his Father had planned on capturing and holding hostage inside his dark, dank dungeon was that same little green-eyed boy?

'This poor child! No wonder his knees had buckled on the train!'

And, the thought of now being away from his love, whom he KNEW was in such peril?

It must of been solid hell to know but not being able to ask for, or trust anyone to, help to save his new friend, his first boyfriend.

Shushing him again as Draco began to softly sob, Severus re-assured the little boy that he too would help keep the small boy safe, as well as inform the Headmaster of the newest dangers that were to soon befall the unsuspecting child of the Light.

And, when his Godson turned those beautiful stormy eyes on him, eyes holding now more sorrow than anger, he deeply sighed, relenting to his small charge, that "yes, Harry could spend the night under Draco's protection, tucked safely in his bed."

Draco had squealed his thanks, placing a sloppy wet kiss on the man's cheek, and had hugged him very hard after he'd been placed once more on his feet on the stone floor.

~~**~~

Harry had just stood there, a blush creeping over his cheeks. He'd felt such a strong surge of jealously it had almost knocked him over as he'd watched the older man do what he'd felt helpless to do, to comfort his weeping Silver Dragon.

Scuffing the toe of his shoe against the other one, he'd felt very uncomfortable as another

stab of jealousy had hit him, this time going straight to his young heart.

Watching Draco being cuddled, and loved like that, and by a grown up, no less, well,

it just blew his mind!

Biting down hard on his trembling lower lip to keep from bawling himself, screwing up his eyes tightly, he wished with all of his might that someday he too would have someone that would chase away his monsters.

But, that was kinda hard when the monsters were members of his own family!

And, as he watched them cuddle and coo and whisper, he just got madder, and madder.

But, what really set him off was when HIS Draco kissed the greasy haired git, right on his face!

And? he even hugged the stuffing outta him too!

Harry felt his composure slipping. He was about five seconds away from out snitting his boyfriend.

Those were supposed to be HIS kisses! HIS cuddles! and? His HUGS!

DAMMIT ALL TO HELL!

Nothing was going his way, not one damn thing!

When had it all turned bad?

Trying as hard as he could, he just could not stop that one lone tear from slipping. He�d told Draco everything on that long train ride. All his fears, all his secrets, and now? The boy was kissing and cuddling with someone else! And right in front of him!

And, why did his head hurt so much whenever he even thought of leaving Gryffindor to be with Draco in Slytherin?

~~**~~

It was ALL just too damn much. Stuff was so jumbled, twisting and turning his reality into a land of surreal.

Seeing his dragon in the arms of another he feels inadequate. He knows, somehow, that he�s not good enough for the angelic blonde. That he will never measure up, but he loves him too much to just let go.

As everything fades to black, he hears Draco scream, "HARRY!"

But, before he crashes to the floor and he knows no more, his only thoughts are of

the little boy he'd trusted with all of his secrets.

And, at his silver dragon's betrayal, one word lies heavy on his lips as he croaks out,

�Why?�

~~**~~TBC in Chapter 1~~**~~ =)
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