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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
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Author's note: Like promised, here I am with the next chapter

Thanks to the following reviewers: unneeded (this Harry is a bit different than the one from the books. He doesn't quite trust Ron anymore after the fourth year. But no, he isn't going to dump them soon; it'll be a build up of circumstances. Like I asked in the other story, could you maybe send me the mistakes you find? Grammar isn't my strongest suit, sorry); Madamdragon (you mean Harry? Oh no, he doesn't have a crush yet) and harrydraco4life

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Chapter 8: Sleeping arrangements and nightmares

Sirius looked up when he saw his godson and Draco stepping into the kitchen. He waited until the two boys had sat down before him and then asked, "How did it go?"

"What? The talk with Snape or the yelling at Ron?" Harry asked.

"Let's start with the talk with Snape, shall we?" Sirius suggested smiling.

Harry shrugged. "It was okay, I guess. I have to take potions that'll make me gain weight and I also have to take some nutrition potions."

"Hm. When will you take your first potion?" Sirius asked.

"Tonight, after dinner. I have to take that gain weight potion." Harry mumbled, not happy with that fact.

"I don't think it's called like that, Harry." Draco said amused.

"Who cares?" Harry shrugged.

Sirius hesitated, but asked, "And how did it go with Ron and Hermione?"

Harry sighed and ranked a hand through his hair. "It went as well as could be expected, I suppose."

Draco looked guilty. "I'm sorry you'd a fight with Weasley because of me."

"Don't apologize, it doesn't suit you." Harry replied amused. "But no, seriously, you don't have to blame yourself. It's not your fault Ron was an ass. It doesn't surprise me actually."

"Yeah, but still…" Draco mumbled.

"Draco, do you know where Severus is?" Lucius asked and stood up.

"Third floor, second room." Draco replied. "Why?" He asked and then noticed that his father already went upstairs.

"Sirius, do you mind if Draco and I go flying in the garden tomorrow?" Harry asked his godfather.

"Not at all. As long as you don't fly too high, I don't have a problem with that." Sirius smiled. "Are you sleeping here tonight, Draco?"

Just then the fireplace flared and two ginger head women stepped into the kitchen. They both had shopping bags in their hands.

"Ginny, you can place those bags on the kitchen counter." Mrs. Weasley directed her youngest child.

Ginny nodded, turned around, saw Harry and squealed – after dumping the bags on the table. "Harry! I didn't know you would arrive today!"

In just six steps she had crossed the kitchen and she threw her arms around him, not noticing Draco's presence or his sneer at her.

Awkwardly, Harry patted her on the back and tried not to sneeze from the perfume in his noise.

Dear Merlin, since when does she wear perfume?, he thought.

"How come you already arrived here? I thought that Dumbledore" – Sirius, Remus and Draco tensed upon hearing the name, while Harry's eyes turned a shade darker – "had said you had to live with your aunt and uncle until your birthday had passed." Ginny said confused, finally releasing Harry, who immediately gulped for some fresh air. "Was there a change of plans?"

"Not really. Sirius, Remus, Snape, Lucius and Draco came to pick me up and now Sirius has the custody over me." Harry replied, still getting used to the idea of never going back to the… "Holy shit! I never have to go to the Dursleys again!" He exclaimed.

"It has finally registered in his mind." Sirius grinned at Remus. Remus hushed him, but smiled.

Ginny ignored Harry's exclamation if favor of staring at Draco.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?" She asked disgusted.

Draco sighed irritated. "Do we have to go through this every time we see a Weasley?" He asked Harry.

Harry chuckled. "I'm afraid so."

"Harry, what is he doing here?" Ginny asked, nearly whining.

"I'm keeping him company." Draco smiled strained and threw an arm around Harry's shoulders.

Harry looked at him surprised, but didn't shake off his arm. And he was still breathing evenly instead of holding his breath because there was too much perfume, Draco noticed smugly. Another thing that made him better suited for him than that Weaselette; excluding the fact that he was more gorgeous and definitely smarter. Take that, Weaselette, Draco thought in glee.

Ginny narrowed her eyes and started to say, "What do you think you're…" when she was interrupted by her mother.

"Harry, dear, I'm so glad to see you!" Mrs. Weasley gushed and pulled Harry in a motherly hug. She held him on arm length and studied him critically before her eyes widened and she gasped. "Merlin, Harry, you changed a lot these past few weeks! You wear new clothes and you don't wear your glasses anymore! Have the Dursleys finally taken you out for shopping?"

"No, not really, Sirius and Draco helped me with the shopping." Harry confessed.

"What! Why did Malfoy helped you?" Ginny asked, eyeing Draco – and Draco's arm around Harry – warily. Although she had to admit the men did a great job, seeing as Harry looked even hotter than before.

"Because, euhm, well, we're friends now." Harry replied carefully, not fancying another Weasley blow up. One was enough for today, thank you very much.

Ginny blinked. Then she laughed. "Very funny, Harry. Now seriously, what is Malfoy doing here?"

"Ginny, I'm not joking. Draco and I are really friends now." Harry repeated calmly.

"But, but you…" Ginny spluttered, her jaw nearly hitting the ground.

"Close your mouth, Miss Weasley, unless you want to permanently walk around like that. It certainly doesn't make you look prettier or smarter." Snape sneered, walking in the kitchen. He raised lightly an eyebrow when he saw how his godson sat next to Potter, but didn't comment on it. Sometimes it was better not knowing what Draco was up to.

Ginny closed her mouth and flushed bright red. She stalked out of the kitchen, after throwing both Snape and Draco a scowling look.

"Severus, that wasn't nice of you." Mrs. Weasley said in a disapproving tone.

"I simply warned your daughter of the risk she'll take if she lets her jaw hanging open like that." Snape drawled. Draco and Sirius smirked and even Harry smiled lightly. Sirius had to admit that his school rival had one nasty sharp tongue if provoked. He didn't feel particularly sorry for the Weasley girl; sure, he liked Arthur, but his youngest children could really work on his nerves. He could already picture Ginny taking over the role of her mother as a meddling, over concerned, annoying wife. Sirius shuddered at that thought and swore to himself that if Harry decided to ask that girl out, he would ground his godson for two years and teach him how the choose the right partner (he wasn't sure if Harry was straight, bi or gay. Harry himself probably didn't know it even. Hm, maybe I ought to talk to him about that, Sirius thought and fiercely hoped that Harry had been given 'the talk' already. He didn't think he could handle telling his fifteen year old godson everything about the bees and the flowers. And if Harry hadn't had that talk, well, he would make Moony do it.). It certainly wasn't Ginny Weasley.

Molly sighed, but chose to not comment. Instead she asked, "Ah, Severus, are you eating here tonight too?", while busying herself with cooking dinner.

"Yes." Snape answered and took the seat next to Lucius, who had come back in the kitchen a minute ago.

"Really? Wonderful! It's so nice to have more people here!" Mrs. Weasley smiled, hiding her shock that Severus Snape stayed for dinner.

Snape sneered before turning to Lucius to talk about certain rare potion ingredients.

"I'm glad that Sirius took you shopping, Harry dear," Mrs. Weasley began, while directing the cut vegetables in the pan. "And I'm certainly glad you're here, but how did you manage to do that? Sirius, I hope you haven't done anything stupid or dangerous. You're still on the run – why did you think it was a good idea to go outside? People could have seen you! You could be arrested again!" She said disapprovingly.

"I'm not on the run anymore, Molly. I'm declared free." Sirius replied annoyed. That woman could really get on his nerves. Her constant meddling was nearly as annoying as Dumbledore's. How Arthur could live with that woman, Sirius would never understand.

"When did that happen?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed shocked and almost dropped the can with Butterbeer she was levitating to the table. Her husband, Arthur, caught the can just in time and placed the jug on the wooden table.

"This afternoon. Lucius helped me to a fair trial and of course, it helped that my best friend and my favorite godson were willing to testify for me." Sirius grinned and reached out over the table to ruffle Harry's black hair.

"Hey, stop that! Besides, I'm your only godson!" Harry laughed.

"Thank Merlin for that. I have my hands full with you." Sirius laughed.

"I resent that!" Harry protested.

"Yes, Padfoot, it's more like the other way around." Remus chuckled.

"Hey! You're supposed to be siding with me!" Sirius whined and pouted.

"Now, now, Sirius, don't pout. If you turn into Padfoot, I'll give you a nice rub on your belly." Remus cooed and patted Sirius on the head.

Sirius growled. "Don't be surprised if you wake up tomorrow, covered in dog spit."

"You have a weird godfather." Draco whispered in Harry's ear, secretly inhaling Harry's scent: vanilla and raspberries. Raspberry and vanilla are now officially my favorite food, Draco thought happily.

"And you have a scary godfather." Harry whispered back, grinning.

"You get used to it." Draco promised.

"Congratulations, Sirius, it was about time that you got your freedom back. I'm happy for you." Arthur said grinning and shook Sirius' hand.

"Thank you, Arthur." Sirius smiled.

"Yes, congratulations. I'm surprised Albus let you go to the Ministry. Or was he there to defend you too?" Molly asked and levitated the plates and glasses on the table.

"Not really." Sirius mumbled and pushed his glass from one hand to the other, ignoring Molly's stare – which was definitely burning holes into his head.

"What do you mean 'not really'?" Mrs. Weasley asked, a dangerous tone in her voice.

"Dumbledore doesn't know about the trial. Well, he didn't know it a few hours ago. I suspect he will know about it now, though." Remus answered calmly.

"Why did you go if you didn't have his permission?" Molly narrowed her eyes and planted her hands on her hips.

Sirius' eyes were dancing with fire and he glared at Molly. "Maybe because I wanted to take care of Harry for real now. It's hard to take care of him if I couldn't even go outside, don't you think?"

"I still think it was irresponsible. Besides, you do know that Harry is supposed to go to his relatives next year again, don't you?" Molly sniffed.

"He's not going to those Muggles ever again, seeing as I have the custody over him now." Sirius said triumphantly, crossing his arms.

Harry and Draco were looking with wide eyes at Sirius and Mrs. Weasley. Harry had the dreading feeling that the upcoming dinner wouldn't be peaceful.

"What! You have the custody over Harry? Sirius, don't you think you're a little bit too… irresponsible for taking care of Harry? Besides, did you even consider Harry's feelings? Maybe he wants to live with his relatives. They are his real family anyway and they can provide him a stable life, something you can't do now." Mrs. Weasley said disapprovingly, not noticing the shocked silence that had fallen over the kitchen after her speech.

Sirius clenched his fists in rage, but was too hurt to react. Why couldn't that woman be happy for him? Why did she had to ruin it all?

Remus, seeing the hurt in his best friend's eyes, got angry; his inner wolf, Moony, demanding that he hurt the woman for hurting a member of his pack.

Barely restraining himself, he nearly growled, "Molly, that was really uncalled for. I don't think you have a say about Sirius' or Harry's lives."

"Mrs. Weasley, I want to live with Sirius. I don't want to go to the Dursleys again. Sirius can take care of me." Harry said annoyed. Why had she had to be so difficult?

"But Harry, I just don't think Sirius is the right person to take care of you." Mrs. Weasley protested, looking put out that Harry didn't agree with her.

"My parents chose Sirius to be my godfather. I think they knew what they were doing when they made that choice." Harry bit back. Normally he was polite to her, but it irked him that she was constantly putting Sirius down. She was even worse than Snape at that point – at least against Snape, Sirius stood a fairly chance of defending himself and insulting the other.

"Oh yes, they made a good choice, indeed." Molly snorted. "He spent almost your whole life in prison. Good caretaker indeed."

"Do you think I enjoyed being in prison! Do you think I enjoyed knowing it's my fault my best friends died and my godson was put away with Muggles?! Tell me, Molly, how was I supposed to take care of Harry when I was in prison?" Sirius sneered.

"I didn't say it was your fault, I only said that you wouldn't do a good job as caretaker. Harry needs someone he can depend on." Molly argued. "As a mother, I think I would know what best is for him."

Before Sirius could reply, Harry said, "I can depend on Sirius and stop acting as my mother! You aren't." He hissed. He didn't know what he had, but he was suddenly sick of Mrs. Weasley's conceding words and her assumption that she was a mother for him.

"But Harry!" Mrs. Weasley gasped and looked at him shocked. "You're like a son to me!"

"But I'm not your son! Stop insulting Sirius and stop meddling in our lives! I'm happy with Sirius as my caretaker and you don't have anything to say about that." Harry said coolly, but the touch of Draco's hand on his arm calmed him a bit.

"Young man, I'm appalled! You don't have the right to speak like that to me!" Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"And you don't have the right to talk like that to Sirius!" Harry replied sharply back.

For once, Mrs. Weasley was too shocked to say something back and she looked around the table, in search of help. Help that she didn't get.

"Don't look like that, woman. What did you expect? That they would let you insult them and be happy with your meddling? I thought you were smarter than that." Snape said suddenly sharp and he glared at her.

"Fine! I see how this looks like. If you find me that annoying, you can take care of your own food!" With that said, she stormed out of the kitchen and went upstairs.

"Thank Merlin she's gone. I was beginning to get a headache." Snape said annoyed.

"I'm going to check on her, see if I can calm her down." Arthur excused himself and stood up.

Instantly, Harry felt guilty. "I'm sorry I lashed out like that, Mister Weasley."

The man waved his apology away. "Don't be sorry. You only told the truth. Molly went too far this time. She really needs to learn to control herself." He sighed and went upstairs too.

"Thanks for sticking up for me, Harry." Sirius said, smiling gratefully.

"It's nothing." Harry smiled back.

"Wow, Harry, you didn't only pick a fight with Weasley, but also with his mother! And that all in one hour. I'm so proud of you." Draco smirked.

"That's all your fault. You have a bad influence on me." Harry said smiling.

"Thank you." Draco said cheerfully.

"That was not a compliment, git." Harry rolled his eyes.

"I take that as a compliment." Draco replied, looking serious.

"You're a hopeless, vain, arrogant git, did you know that?" Harry said amused.

"But you love me all the same." Draco winked.

"Must be your Malfoy charm." Harry answered dryly.

"I knew even you couldn't resist my charm."

Harry rolled his eyes again, but didn't bother to reply. Instead, he stood up and went to check on the pans with their dinner in it. "We're lucky. We only have to wait a few more minutes before our dinner is ready."

"Thank Merlin for that." Sirius groaned. "Ah, and thank you, Moony, for sticking up for me too."

Remus smiled. "No problem. That's where friends are for."

Two POP's were heard in the hallway and the twins walked in.

"Why is our mother screaming that the convict will make sure that"

"Dear Harry's life will be ruined and that he will be a bachelor for life without a decent future?" George completed the question.

"What does me living with Sirius have anything to do with the fact if I'll marry or not?" Harry asked confused.

"Your mother found it necessary to meddle in the affairs of Sirius and Harry and found out the hard way that that wasn't welcomed." Remus answered dryly. Moony was still providing him with livid mental images of what he wanted to do to that meddling old woman and Remus decided there and then that with the next full moon, he would be staying in a place where Molly wouldn't come. He wasn't sure if he could restrain Moony if he smelled her nearby. Moony growled at hearing his decision, but didn't back down from delivering the gruesome images.

"Typical." Fred muttered and sat down next to Draco.

"How come Ron and Hermione didn't come down?" Harry asked and stirred the vegetables, consisting of carrots and onion.

"Because they still have problems with their rooms." George grinned.

"How long does it last?" Harry asked amused, already knowing the twins' expertise concerning practical jokes.

"An hour. Then they can begin repairing and cleaning. Before that is useless." Fred laughed.

"Hermione is going to kill you if her books are destroyed." Harry shook his head.

"She has to catch us first." George grinned.

"That reminds me: what did you mean with Harry being your partner in crime?" Remus asked curiously.

The twins looked guilty and sent Harry an apologetic look.

"It's okay. You can tell them." Harry said. "But first help me move these pans: dinner is ready."

"With pleasure." Fred and George chimed in unison and then proceeded to levitate the pans to the table.

When Harry took his seat again next to Draco, he noticed that his plate was already full loaded.

"I'm perfectly capable of getting my own food, thank you." Harry said dryly.

Snape looked up from his plate. "Don't complain and start eating. And don't dare to stop before everything on your plate is gone, understood?"

"Yes, understood." Harry nodded and hastily began eating.

Draco received a kick to his leg when he dared to chuckle.

"Well, anyway, Harry is the reason why we are able to create our wonderful merchandises. We, poor souls, were forced by Harry to take his prize money of the Tournament." Fred said dramatically.

"We tried to refuse, but he threatened us. Threatened us, could you believe that? Us, who are two years older than him! He has no respect for elders, let me tell you that!" George finished.

"I already knew of his disrespect. You don't need to tell that." Snape snorted.

"Hey, I have respect for elders!" Harry defended himself.

Snape raised a thin black eyebrow. "Really? Is this why you're always sneaking around at night, getting into trouble?"

Sirius waved impatiently his hand. "Who cares about that? I'm more interested in what the twins are going to do with their merchandises."

"At the moment we're working on setting up our first shop in Diagon Ally." George proudly answered. "Because our order business goes so well, we decided to take the risk to open a shop."

"And it's all thanks to you, Harry, that we're able to do that." Fred grinned and clapped Harry on his shoulder.

Harry smiled. "Think nothing of it. We can all use a laugh now and then."

"And laughing is what you're going to get, we promise you that." George laughed.

After they were done eating, they cast a preservering and a warming charm on the leftovers for the five people who hadn't made it to dinner.

They all settled themselves in the now clean and Dark artifacts free living room. Snape and Lucius settled themselves in the big armchairs, Remus was looking at the various books in the two bookcases, the twins had disappeared to their apartment in Diagon Alley and Sirius, Harry and Draco had squeezed themselves on one sofa, nearby the fire.

"So, Lucius, Draco… Snape," Sirius added as an afterthought. "Are you staying over tonight?"

"Lucius and I have no desire to get interrogated by Albus, so we decided to stay here and enjoy your hospitality." Snape answered and crossed his arms. Sirius decided to let the sarcastic remark go – for now.

"You don't have a problem with that, do you, Draco?" Lucius asked, his grey eyes glittering with strange amusement.

"No, not at all. I just have to alert Pansy I won't go back to Hogwarts;" Draco answered.

"I didn't know she was staying too at Hogwarts." Harry said surprised.

"Yes, along with Blaise, Nott and some others."

"You can use the fireplace in the kitchen. That's connected to Hogwarts in general." Sirius offered.

Draco nodded and went to the kitchen, mentally preparing himself for the endless – and irritating – questioning that would undoubtedly follow when he told Pansy he wouldn't come back. Draco had never understood how someone so dimwitted as Pansy had ended up in Slytherin. And just like he had predicted, Pansy didn't let him go for a few minutes without questioning him and pouting because he had told her that Harry and he were now friends. He gave her the order to tell the news to the others staying in Slytherin; he didn't want Harry attacked when he introduced him properly – after all, if all went well, Harry would soon be a Slytherin too.

A few seconds after Draco's departure, Ron and Hermione walked in. They both looked disheveled and their clothes were dirty from the dust.

Lucius scrunched his noise a little when he saw the dirt on the two teenagers. Really, how Harry could stand those two, he would never understand. Thank Merlin that his son had decided to offer Harry another chance for friendship. It would do Harry well to finally associate with people who were of his standard.

The duo stiffened at the same time when they noticed Snape and Lucius sitting comfortably in the chairs.

"Good evening." Lucius nodded politely. Even if they were of lower standards, he was still required to be polite.

Ron ignored him and turned to Harry. "So, Malfoy is still here."

Yes, the Weasley boy is definitely not worth my time, Lucius thought.

Harry nodded coolly, still mad at the things Ron had said. "Yes, and they're staying the night here too."

Ron's mouth fell open and he spluttered: "But… what… why…"

Yes, no decency, no manners and definitely not eloquent, Lucius thought slightly annoyed and briefly wondered if he was required to be polite to Harry's friends. He figured that as long as he didn't say anything too offense, he wouldn't insult Harry too much.

Snape, meanwhile, was interested in seeing how this little argument would develop. For the first time in five years, Potter had stood up against the Weasley boy and for defending their stay nonetheless. He couldn't wait to see how this would work out. He sat back and watched in hidden glee how Weasley would get once more on Potter's bad side.

"But Harry, where will Malfoy sleep?" Hermione asked carefully, still not understanding why Harry was suddenly so keen on defending Malfoy. Or did Malfoy use a spell on Harry?, Hermione wondered concerned. Well, the younger one couldn't, seeing as we're not allowed to use magic outside of school, but Lucius Malfoy doesn't have that restriction. She gasped silently. What if the Malfoys used a spell on Harry that would make sure that Harry would defend them? It all made perfectly sense! With Harry's support – the Boy-Who-Lived – nobody would dare to stop them from getting what they wanted. This is bad! But why didn't professor Lupin notice the strange behaviour of Harry? He must know that Harry wouldn't defend the Malfoys, not even if his life depended on it. I must keep an eye on Harry while I look up the curse they used and the counter curse to it. I just hope that they won't attempt something horrible.

"In my room." Harry answered calmly, not aware of the four adults watching silently.

"Wait a minute! You mean the room where you and I sleep?" Ron asked outraged.

Harry nodded, his body tensing up, preparing for a possible fight.

"I refuse to sleep in the same room as him! What if he tries to do something to us in our sleep?" Ron argued.

Here we go, Harry thought tired. Another argument. The second one in only three hours. I'm setting a record here.

"Be assured that I won't harm you, Weasel. Harming you would require touching you and that thought on itself is revolting enough." Draco's voice drawled.

"Do you think I want to be touched by you?" Ron asked horrified.

Draco walked past him and sat next Harry again. "I don't know your preferences, Weasel, but I don't have any desire to touch you."

"Damn right you don't!" Ron retorted hotly. Then he frowned. "Hey, were you insulting me again?"

Draco ignored him in favor of asking Harry a question. "Now, what were you talking about before I came in?"

"Sleeping arrangements." Harry replied.

"That's why Weasel is so pissed right now?" Draco quirked a blond eyebrow.

"I told him you'll sleep in the same room as me and him." Harry answered.

"And now he thinks I'll attack him." Draco said amused.

"Yeah." Harry answered bored.

"I think that because it's true! I don't trust you! I'm sure Harry understands that." Ron said, glaring at Draco.

"You're right, Ron. It was a bad idea to put Draco in our room." Harry said calmly.

"Yes! You see, Malfoy, Harry agrees with me! Guess he doesn't trust you enough as you think he does – and with reason, I might add." Ron cried out in triumph.

Only Snape and Lucius saw the brief flash of hurt in Draco's eyes, before the Malfoy mask was put on. Both were left wondering why Draco cared so much about Harry's opinion of him.

"Instead of letting Draco sleep in our room, Draco and I will move into another room. What do you think of it, Draco?" Harry turned to the blond boy sitting next to him.

Draco smiled – inside he was jumping up and down while shouting in joy – and replied, "I don't have a problem with that."

"Splendid. Sirius, do you have another room we can sleep in?" Harry asked, while Snape and Lucius were admiring the brilliant shade of red that had appeared on Ron's face.

"Well, there is this room on the end of the fourth floor. My room is at the beginning of the hallway and Remus sleeps two rooms further." Sirius suggested.

"Great. That will be our new room." Harry said enthusiastically.

Just then Remus remembered that the shopping bags of Harry were still in Sirius' room and decided to take them to Harry's new room. Silently he went upstairs and found the bags sitting on Sirius' bed. He shrank them and went to the door when his eyes caught a scrap of parchment laying on the bedside table. After debating with himself if it was moral to read something that didn't belong to him, he took the scrap and immediately saw that it was the address of the woman Sirius had flirted with.

Remus stared at the parchment and felt something burning in his chest. His eyes tried to burn holes in the paper, but he didn't succeed. What right did that woman have to give her address to a man she didn't even know!

She's probably a slut who does it with every man she sees, Remus thought sneering. Well, that was too bad, because this would be a man she wouldn't get.

Remus took his wand and set the parchment on fire. Satisfied, he saw how the paper turned to ash and he tossed it into the garbage can. Softly whistling, he walked out of Sirius' room and dropped the bags in the new room of Harry and Draco.

Meanwhile, downstairs…

"Wait a minute! Harry, you can't do that!" Ron yelled outraged.

"Why not? You don't want Draco in the same room as you while I don't mind his company. I believe this is a win – win situation." Harry replied, his green eyes innocent.

"Why can't he sleep alone?" Ron almost whined.

"I know you don't know much about etiquette, Mister Weasley, but I would think you would at least know the difference between polite and impolite." Snape drawled.

"Ron, Draco will sleep with me in the same room and that's final." Harry replied, annoyance clearly ringing through his voice.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" With that said, Ron stormed out of the room.

"Euhm, good night, Harry," Hermione said nervously and looked apologetically, but still wasn't sure if it was a good idea to let Malfoy sleep in the same room as Harry. On the other hand, the professor and Sirius were staying on the same floor, so she assumed it was rather safe. She waved and followed Ron.

"Does Weasley always have to shout his displeasure?" Lucius asked.

"That's Ron for you." Harry sighed.

"Gryffindors." Lucius muttered, shaking his head. He had always known that there was something wrong with that House.

"I'm a Gryffindor too, you know." Harry remarked dryly.

"That may be, but you admitted that the Sorting Hat wanted to put you in Slytherin. There's still hope left for you." Lucius replied with a shark like grin.

"I'm relieved you haven't given up on hope for me." Harry muttered sarcastically. Then he yawned.

"Time to go to sleep, Harry." Sirius teased.

"What, no tucking me in bed with a bedtime story?" Harry teased back and stood up.

"Do you want me to? I am good at telling stories." Sirius grinned.

"No, that's all right." Harry said quickly, somehow getting the feeling that Sirius' stories weren't innocent fairy tales.

"Your shopping bags and your trunk are in your new room." Remus announced when he walked back into the room, after having disappeared a while ago.

"Thank you, Remus." Harry smiled.

"I'm going to sleep too. Listening to Pansy always makes me tired." Draco said and stretched. That girl was an energy sucking evil demon.

"That reminds me, can my house elf go through this wards, Sirius?" Lucius inquired.

"I can let the wards down for three minutes, but not longer." Sirius warned.

"That's enough time for me. Draco, I will sent your stuff upstairs, you can go now." Lucius said to his son.

Draco nodded. "Goodnight, father, uncle Severus, everyone."

"Goodnight, Draco." Snape said and nodded to Harry too.

Harry nodded back, bid everyone goodnight and walked out of the room, Draco following him.

"You two can choose a room from the third floor, although I suggest you choose a room near the end of the hallway. Much safer." Sirius advised the two men.

That was all that Harry heard, before the door closed.

The two boys were walking to the stairs that would bring them to the fourth floor when Draco asked, a bit nervously, "You really don't mind sleeping with me in the same room, do you?"

Harry threw him a surprised glance. "Why would I? I was the one who suggested it."

"Yes, but now you have another fight with Weasley." Draco pointed out.

Harry shrugged. "Ron just has to learn that not everything is black and white."

He opened the door to their new room and blinked when he saw how big and beautiful the room was. Two rather big beds stood opposite each other to the walls and each had a bedside table, made of a dark wood and there were exotic flowers carved out in the nightstands. One large wardrobe dominated the wall next to the door. Between the beds were two desks placed. Harry's trunk was placed underneath one of the desks and his owl cage – that now contained a sleeping Hedwig – was placed on a shelf next to the window. On the floor laid a dark blue carpet, but this one was free of dust or other dirt. In fact, from what Harry could see in the moonlight, shining through the window, the room was clean. That puzzled him a bit, seeing as the other rooms were nearly collapsing from the dirt.

"Huh, and here I thought I would be sleeping in the dirt." Draco said surprised and walked further into the room.

"I expected that, actually. But I'm glad we were wrong." Harry smiled and closed the door behind him.

"Well, we can now safely go to sleep without fearing that we'll be suffocated by dirt." Draco grinned. At that moment, a soft POP sounded and a large trunk appeared on the bed beneath the window.

"I have my clothes, now, we can search for yours." Draco said and immediately walked to the wardrobe. He opened the door and spotted the bags neatly placed on the bottom of the wardrobe. "Never mind, I found them." He rummaged through the bags until he found a black pajama with silver stitched on the end of the sleeves. "Catch." He threw the clothes to Harry, who caught them, thanks to his Seeker reflexes.

Because Draco didn't want Harry to see his 'physical' reaction to his changing of clothes, he quickly started searching for his dark blue pajamas with the Malfoy crest stitched on the back. When he had changed his clothes, he turned around to see Harry staring intensely at him.

"Euhm, Harry, is there something wrong?" Draco asked confused.

Harry shook his head, a little bit dazed. "No, there's nothing wrong. Let's go to sleep." He suggested.

"All right. Goodnight, Harry." Draco said and crawled in his bed.

"'Night." Harry mumbled and snuggled deeper in the sheets that felt like silk.

His last thought, before sleep took over, was that Draco had a nice chest. Probably from those long Quiddith hours, Harry thought and drifted away, letting the sleep take over.

He was dreaming. He knew it, but that realization didn't chase away his feeling of despair.

Harry was once again at the Ministry. Like a few weeks earlier, he was fighting next to Sirius.

Once again, he saw Bellatrix firing a curse at Sirius, but this time Lucius didn't rescue his godfather. Instead, the red curse hit Sirius and he fell through the Veil, a surprised look on his face.

"NO, SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. He made a move to pull Sirius away from the Veil, but he couldn't move. It was as if he was petrified. He screamed and screamed, but nobody heard him. Nobody helped Sirius. He watched helplessly how his godfather fell through the Veil and how he disappeared from Harry's life.

Tears were streaming down Harry's cheeks and his throat hurt from screaming so loud and so much.

Suddenly Voldemort materialized in front of him. He was twirling his wand between his long white fingers and his red eyes were glowing crazily.

"You see, Harry, that will happen to everyone you love. One by one, they will die and all will be your fault. It is your fault that everybody will die." Voldemort hissed, grinning evilly. "You should have died when you were a baby. Look, your family agrees with me."

Against his will, Harry turned around to see his parents, Sirius and Cedric standing behind him. They all looked perfectly normal, except for their eyes. Their eyes looked dead, but cold.

His father stepped forward. "Look, see what you did? Because of you, Lily and I are dead. We should have given you to Voldemort when we heard of the prophecy. At least then, with your death, we would still be alive."

Harry began to shake his head, new tears forming in his eyes.

Lily stepped forward too. "I can't believe I carried you for nine months in my body. I gave you my love and this is how you repay me? By killing me and my husband? You disgust me."

Then Cedric stepped forward. "I wish I hadn't taken the Cup with you. At least then, I wouldn't have died."

"I can't believe I was so stupid to rescue you." Sirius said at last. "Look where it got me. Maybe I should have killed you like everybody thought I would when I escaped. Because of you I've lost my best friend and my life. Who are you going to kill next? Remus?"

"No, no, I'm sorry." Harry cried. "I didn't mean to let you die. Please, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He kept repeating he was sorry, while the others were chanting "It's all your fault."

Harry screamed again when hands began to drag him to the Veil. He tried to kick, bite, scratch… but it didn't help. The hands pulled him through the Veil. The last thing he saw before darkness took over, was a maniacally laughing Voldemort.

There was someone shaking his shoulders and saying his name. "Harry. Harry, come one, wake up. It's just a dream. Come on, Harry."

Harry's eyes shot open and he was looking into concerned grey eyes. The grey eyes went blurry and he wondered why. Then he realized he was crying. He threw himself at the person before him and sobbed on his shoulder. The person gathered him in his arms and hugged him.

"Harry, calm down. It was just a dream. Everything is okay." The person, Draco, Harry belatedly realized, kept repeating that mantra, while rocking him.

Eventually, Harry ran out of tears.

"Are you okay?" Draco asked softly. Even with red puffy eyes from crying, Harry was still unbelievable beautiful.

"Yeah, I'm sorry that I woke you up." Harry whispered ashamed. Great, he thought, inwardly groaning. It's only the first night of our new friendship and I already have screamed Draco awake. I wonder if he'll reconsider his offer of friendship.

"Don't be sorry. Tell me, what happened in your nightmare?" Draco inquired, rubbing circles on Harry's back to soothe him.

"Nothing special; it was just a stupid nightmare." Harry evaded the question.

"Nothing is stupid if it makes you so distressed." Draco said.

Harry casted his eyes to his lap and began to fiddle with this fingers. "I was just dreaming about… the Ministry."

"And?" Draco asked, trying to coax the nightmare out of Harry.

"I dreamt that Sirius died. Then Voldemort came and told me everyone I love, would die and it would all be my fault." Harry hiccupped. "My parents, Cedric and Sirius appeared and they all said their deaths were my fault and that I should have died instead of them."

"Oh Harry." Draco sighed and hugged him tighter. "You know it isn't your fault. Voldemort killed them, not you."

"But I'm the reason they are killed. If I hadn't been born, Voldemort wouldn't have gone after them." Harry replied miserably.

Draco grabbed his shoulders and forced Harry to look him right in the eyes.

"Don't ever say that again." He said sharply, his grey eyes blazing with anger. "It was never your fault, do you hear me? Voldemort made the decision to go after them, not you. Stop blaming yourself. Repeat after me: it was not my fault."

"It was not my fault." Harry repeated, entranced by the fire burning in the grey eyes.

"Good." Draco said brusquely.

At that moment, Harry realized he was sitting on Draco's lap and he blushed furiously.

"Euhm, I'm sorry." He said and scrambled off of Draco's lap, still blushing madly.

Draco hide his disappointment – he rather liked Harry sitting on his lap – and instead smiled.

"Euhm, I'm also sorry that I screamed you awake. I should have warned you that this could happen." Harry mumbled ashamed.

Draco looked surprised. "You didn't scream; you were just whimpering and trashing around."

"How come you woke then?" Harry asked confused.

"I'm a light sleeper." Draco answered.

"Oh."

It was quiet for a moment. Then,

"Think you can go to sleep again? Or is it useless?" Draco asked concerned.

"I don't think I'll be able to sleep again. I can try, but…" Harry shook his head. "Don't worry, go back to sleep. I'll be occupying myself with some reading. Maybe it will help me falling asleep."

Draco stared at him. "Are you an idiot?"

"What? Why?" Harry asked stunned.

"If you think I'll just go back to sleep while you stay awake, then you have another thing coming." Draco stood up. "Now, you have two choices. One, I'll sing you to sleep. Or two, I go to Sev and ask him for some Dreamless Sleep potion. What do you pick?"

"I'll think I go for the potion." Harry answered quickly.

Draco's eyes narrowed. "Why? Do you think I'm not a good singer?"

"No, that's not it! It's just… It would be such a shame to fall asleep, when you're singing. I mean, you probably sing beautiful, so I want to be awake to hear that. And if you sing now, I won't be able to enjoy it." Harry said, thinking rather quickly to avoid a discussion.

Now that's a true Slytherin answer, Draco thought amused. Using flattery to get you out of nasty situations. And damn, it's working too.

"Well thought out answer, Harry. Truly worthy of Slytherin." Draco teased.

"Huh?"

"Don't think about it. I go wake up Sev for that potion. I'll be right back." He said and sneaked out of the room. The candles were still glowing and spread an eerie golden glow that illuminated Draco's path to the stairs. Carefully, he tiptoed down the stairs, not wanting to wake up the others;

Finally, he arrived at Snape's room and he knocked softly. Five seconds later, a grumpy and annoyed Snape opened the door and he glared at Draco.

"What do you want, impertinent brat?" He growled.

"I'm your godson; you're obligated to be nice to me." Draco sniffed and crossed his arms.

"I'm patient enough to not strangle you right now. Isn't that nice?" He drawled and scowled.

Draco pouted and huffed.

"What are you here for, Draco? It's late and I want to sleep." Severus sighed.

"I need a Dreamless Sleep potion." Draco demanded immediately, not wanting to stall.

Severus quirked an eyebrow. "Why? Are your dreams that annoying?"

"It's not for me. Harry wants it." Draco answered.

Now Severus was curious – he wouldn't admit it, of course. "Since when does mister Potter ask willingly for a potion?"

"He didn't. I gave him two choices: either I would sing him to sleep or he would take a potion." Draco frowned. "For some strange reason, he chose the potion."

"Strange indeed." Snape said dryly. "Why does he need the potion?"

"Because he had a nightmare and now he can't go to sleep again." Draco explained.

"What was his nightmare about?" Snape inquired.

"About Voldemort giving him the feeling that it is his fault that his family died." Draco sighed.

"Next time I'll be discussing his issues." Snape muttered under his breath.

"What?" Draco asked confused.

Snape shook his head. "Never mind. Wait here, I'll give you the potion."

Draco waited patiently; he heard Severus rummaging through his bag. One minute later, the potion was pushed in his hand.

"Here, this will guarantee him a completely dreamless night."

"Are you sure?" Draco asked teasing. He found it amusing how worked up his godfather could be if someone doubted his potion skills.

"I have invented a new potion. Would you like to test it, Draco?" Snape suggested, his voice sweet like poison.

"No, thank you, uncle Sev. Perhaps another time. Goodnight." Draco hastily retreated to his room, missing the smirk Snape sent him.

When he came back, he saw Harry laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, a bored expression on his face. He glanced up when Draco closed the door and smiled faintly.

"Here's your potion." Draco grinned and gave Harry the vial.

"I'm surprised he didn't bite your head off." Harry remarked.

"No, he only threatened me." Draco grinned.

Harry chuckled, but grimaced when he gulped down the potion.

"Now you'll be able to sleep without any nightmares." Draco grinned.

Harry smiled weakly.

Just when Draco stepped back into his bed, Harry's tiny voice spoke: "Draco, can you sleep here with me in my bed tonight? I don't want to feel alone."

"Euh…"

"You don't have to; it was just a stupid question anyway." Harry said light – hearted, trying to hide his disappointment. He didn't succeed very well.

"Of course, Harry. Scoot over." Draco chuckled softly and slide under the sheets and hesitated for a second, before he took Harry in his arms.

"Thank you." Harry mumbled and without realizing it, he buried his face in Draco's shoulder. "Goodnight, Draco."

"Goodnight, Harry." Draco whispered.

A few seconds, Harry's breath evened out and he fell asleep.

Draco studied his face in the pale moonlight. Harry's dark hair blended into the dark and the moonlight illuminated his face. He looked like an angel.

Draco felt giddy; here he was, laying in one bed with Harry. Okay, it was not exactly like how he would really want to lay with Harry, but it was a good start.

Draco yawned; he figured that was his cue to go back to sleep. But before he closed his eyes, he wanted to do one thing.

Carefully, as to not wake Harry up, Draco placed a sweet kiss on Harry's forehead. Harry wrinkled his forehead, but sighed contently and snuggled deeper in Draco's embrace. Draco smiled and five seconds later, he had joined Harry in the dream world.

He and Harry were sitting in a grazing. They were looking in the book where he and the other Marauders had written all their pranks.

"Did you guys ever study or were you always doing pranks? I mean, look at how big this thing is!" Harry laughed.

Sirius grinned. "We divided our time: eighty percent was reserved for doing pranks, and the other twenty percent for studying."

"I'm surprised you got your diplomas." Harry chuckled.

"To be honest, we ourselves were surprised as well. Well, everyone but Moony. But he was always the one who studied the most." Sirius grinned.

Without warning, the sky went suddenly dark. Sirius frowned; this was not right. He looked around; nothing moved and nothing could be heard. Not even the wind. He stood up, feeling nervous.

"Harry? Come on. I think it's best if we go home." Sirius said nervously.

Harry looked up in surprise. "Why? What's wrong?"

"There's a storm coming up. Come on, Harry, we're going home." Sirius said urgently.

Harry shrugged, but stood up. "All right, let's go."

They had barely took one step, when a flash of lightening blinded them momentarily. When their sight returned, they gasped in unison when they saw Voldemort standing before them.

"Well, well, what do we have here? The last Potter and a Black." Voldemort sneered.

"Voldemort." Sirius glared. He and Harry reached for their wands.

"As much as I would like to chat, I don't have the time for it." Voldemort smiled. "AVADA KEDAVRA!" The green light engulfed Harry.

"HARRY! NO!" Sirius screamed. He rushed forwards and caught Harry in his arms. Dead green eyes looked up at him. "NO! HARRY! NO!"

Voldemort laughed maniacally.

Rage filled Sirius' body and he raised his wand. He would kill Voldemort. But when he looked up, he didn't see Voldemort anywhere. Instead of the dark wizard, the ghost of James Potter had appeared.

"Prongs! I'm sorry I couldn't…" Sirius began, but stopped when he saw the cold eyes of his best friend.

"When I named you as Harry's godfather, it became your job to protect him. And did you? No. You let him die." James said cold.

Sirius shook his head. "No, I did my best to protect him. I swear I did! You have to believe me!" He said, panic overtaking his body.

"Believing you? Why should I? It's your fault my son died. It should have been you who died. I can't believe I was so stupid to trust you with my son's life. I should have known never to trust a Black." James sneered and raised his wand.

"James, don't do this. I'll take revenge for Harry. I swear! I'll kill that bastard who murdered Harry!" Sirius cried, now really panicking.

James raised an eyebrow. "Then why don't you kill yourself?"

"What?" Sirius whispered.

"After all, you're the one who killed him. Bye Sirius. Have a good time in hell." James hissed. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Green light. Pain. Then nothing.

Sirius gasped and shot up in bed. His wild eyes frantically looked around in his dark bedroom until he realized he was still alive. It had been just a dream.

Sirius stroke with a trembling hand through his hair and tried to control his breath.

It was all just a dream, Sirius tried to reassure himself. Harry is still alive and James didn't come back to kill me. Everything's fine.

He shivered when he pictured the cold eyes of James again. No, don't think of that!

Sirius laid down again and closed his eyes, willing himself to go back to sleep. It didn't work. He still remembered Harry's dead body.

After two minutes he gave up and crawled out of his bed. He would go check on Harry. He wanted to see that Harry was fine and that he was still alive. He tiptoed out of his room and was extra careful not to step on the creaking places of the floor when he walked by Remus' room. He didn't want to wake his werewolf friend.

Softly, he opened the door of his godson's room and waited for his eyes to adjust. He looked around and finally discovered the lump on one of the beds, that was Harry. To his great relief, he saw the lump breathing in the pattern of sleep.

See, everything's fine. Harry is still alive, he thought relieved.

Just when he wanted to go back to his room, he realized that the lump on the bed was too big to be Harry. If that wasn't Harry, then who was the person sleeping in the bed?

Sirius tiptoed towards the bed and slowly, as to not wake the person, he took the sheets a little down.

His mouth fell open when his brain finally registered what he saw. There were two people in the bed. One was Harry, his godson, while the other was… Draco Malfoy. And if that realization wasn't already enough, he noticed their position too. Harry's head was on Draco's shoulder and he was wrapped up in the embrace of the blond boy.

Dumbfounded and freaked out, he walked out of the boys' room and without knocking, he went straight into Remus' room where he searched for the bottle of Firewhiskey he had hidden in here. He found it in one of the drawers. He had swallowed a quarter down of the alcohol, when a sleepy voice asked, "What the hell are you doing in here at… three o'clock in the freaking night?"

Sirius turned around to face a sleepy Remus, sitting up and glaring at him.

"I'm going to drink myself into a stupor, in the hopes of erasing that image from my mind." Sirius answered and took another swig.

Remus sighed and rubbed in his eyes. "What image?"

"I went to check on Harry and saw him s – sleeping with Draco in his – his bed. In Drac – Draco's arms even!" Sirius hiccupped.

That woke Remus up. "What?" He asked, wide – eyed. Surely he had heard wrong.

"They are sleeping in the s – same bed! Do you think Harry's – is gay?" Sirius asked, swinging the nearly empty bottle.

"How should I know? Why don't you ask Harry if he's gay or not?" Remus sighed.

"But this means Malfoy's boy is gay too. Who would have thought? I think they would make a cute couple, don't you agree, Moony?" Sirius rambled, not listening to Remus.

"Sirius." Remus cut his rambling off. "Why did you check on Harry?"

That made Sirius sober again. "I just wanted to see if Harry was still alive." He muttered.

"Why?" Remus asked, resigning himself to the fact that he wouldn't go to sleep anytime soon.

"Because I had a nightmare." Sirius mumbled and avoided Remus' eyes.

"Sirius, sit down and tell me about it." Remus ordered and patted on the place next to him on his bed.

Like his Animagus form, Sirius obeyed immediately and began to tell about his nightmare. After he was done talking, it was silent for a while.

"Sirius, nothing will happen to Harry." Remus tried to reassure Sirius.

"How can you know that?" Sirius whispered and his hand clenched the bottle tighter.

"I just know it. We'll all make sure that Harry will survive." Remus soothed him.

Sirius sighed, but didn't comment on that.

"Do you think James would resent me, because I'm the one who can raise his son?" Sirius asked in a little voice.

"Of course not! He would be glad. If he didn't want you as Harry's guardian then he wouldn't have named you as his godfather." Remus reassured him.

"I know it's a horrible thing to say, but I'm glad I've got the chance to have Harry under my custody. I know I don't have to raise him, because he's almost an adult, but it's just… I'm happy I get the chance. And this is horrible because basically, this means that I'm happy that one of my best friends is dead." Sirius said, slightly hysterical.

"Sirius, you're not a horrible person! You are just happy to have a family. You can't feel guilty about that." Remus said fiercely.

"Maybe you're right." Sirius mumbled, biting on his lower lip. "Hey Moony."

"What?"

"Do you mind if I sleep here tonight? I don't want to go back to my room." Sirius asked, pouting and giving Remus his puppy – eyes.

Remus sighed and shook his head amused. "You never grow up, do you, Padfoot? Fine, you can sleep here tonight. But don't dare to turn into Padfoot to slobber over my face, because then I'll castrate you and I will turn your hair permanently green." He threatened.

"You know green isn't my colour, Moony." Sirius whined.

"Shut up and lay down, prat."

Sirius huffed, but crawled underneath the sheets, next to Remus, after dropping the bottle on the floor.

"When I said you could lay down, I meant that you had to get a spare sheet and lay on top of mine; I didn't mean that you had to crawl under these." Remus remarked dryly.

"But I need the comfort, Moony. I'm still traumatized from my dream." Sirius whined and pouted again.

"All right, fine! Just go to sleep." Remus said exasperatedly.

For two minutes, it was silent. Then,

"You're going to give Harry the sex talk, okay? I don't want to embarrass me or him." Sirius said sleepily.

"What?" Remus turned wide – eyed to the man laying next to him. Where did that come from?

"I knew you would do it. Thanks, Moony, you're a real life saver." Sirius muttered and without warning, he gave Remus a peck on his cheek. "Goodnight, Remus."

Remus, who had been shocked at that display of affection, shook his head dazed and smiled gently. "Goodnight, Sirius."

Neither one of them had any nightmares again; which probably was because of their closeness. This would be the first of many night where they would comfort each other in this way: sleeping deeply in each other's arms.

AN2: I suck at writing fluff, but meh :/ Please leave your thoughts behind in a review!

Next update will be next Tuesday normally

Love and cuddles

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