Before you all get to reading this fic I would like to point out that I am going to be having everyone doing normal things just for the fact that I can't stand the fact that JK Rowling made all the wizards and witches seem like total morons when it comes to technology of any kind(no offense to Rowling). This fic will have some SiriusxRemus action in it but nothing too extreme since the main pairing is HarryxDraco, so if SiriusxRemus isn't exactly your cup of tea I suggest you just skip over their parts :3

Chapter 1

Harry laughed at his friends as they made their way out of the Leaky Cauldron. Ron and Hermione had once again decided they needed to interfere in his love life and push him and Ginny together even though they both knew they'd never be more than friends. Sure, he'd thought about it, but he knew he didn't like Ginny that way and he never could. Not only that but he had a feeling he wasn't really into girls as much as he had assumed considering how it had affected him to walk in on Sirius and Remus making out once.

He'd yet to tell his friends his thoughts on that so they obviously continued to meddle, and since he and Ginny were both getting tired of it he had just blurted out, "Has it ever occurred to you that I might not be into girls?"

This of course had left them speechless, even Ginny, for several moments until they all finally began bombarding him with questions all at once.

Now that he couldn't stop laughing at them they seemed to be thinking he'd been joking and so they began laughing with him and telling him he really had them going for a minute there. He didn't want to lie to his friends, but he didn't really want to admit he hadn't been joking either since he really wasn't sure himself. He really didn't need them to meddle and try and help him find out when he was honestly afraid of what they might do to try and help.

When he finally looked at his watch and noticed the time he said goodbye to them all and promised he'd hang out with them whenever they wanted since they had the whole summer and he knew Sirius wouldn't want him to stay home all the time. Hell, his godfather had practically pushed him out the door earlier that day when Ron, Hermione and Ginny showed up and asked if he wanted to hang out.

He hadn't really wanted to leave Sirius ever since he had almost been killed at the ministry by Bellatrix, and in fact that was really the only reason Sirius had given in and let him stay with him and Remus instead of making him go back to the Dursleys this summer. After the first couple of weeks though, it seemed Sirius was wanting him to get out and enjoy his summer as much as he could given the circumstances.

So Harry had spent the day with his friends, getting so caught up he seemed to lose track of time, and now that it was getting rather late he knew Sirius would start getting worried that something had happened to him, which wasn't all that unlikely considering Death Eaters were pretty much everywhere these days.

He was jolted from his thoughts and froze when he suddenly heard something up ahead in the alley, and he quickly pulled out his wand and got it ready just in case. Number 12 Grimmauld Place was just a little ways up ahead so he knew all he'd have to do was send up a flare and Sirius or Remus would come running since he really didn't want to end up leading someone back to the Order. Of course, at the same time, he really didn't want either of his godfathers to get hurt either, especially after the scare he had just last month when Sirius was almost killed.

He held his ground, expecting to see a Death Eater or even Voldemort himself, so obviously he was caught off guard when someone came stumbling out into the street and collapsed to the ground.

He quickly ran over to help, the person struggling with him and trying to drag themselves away from him as soon as he touched them.

"Whoa, calm down. It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you," Harry said softly, surprised when the stranger immediately seemed to relax.

He decided to hurry and take this chance to help them up and led them to Grimmauld Place so he could see how bad the damage really was since it was too dark outside to see.

As soon as they made their way inside and Harry looked to the stranger, he gasped. What he'd mistaken for dark hair outside was actually blood-stained locks, and he couldn't help but notice the state of his clothes. His shirt was ripped to shreds, and his pants appeared to have the button ripped off and were unzipped and riding low on his hips. And when Harry took him over to the couch and laid him down his eyes widened in shock to find the bloody and beaten stranger he was helping was none other than Draco Malfoy.

He hesitantly reached out and brushed some of the bloody locks from the other teen's face, feeling his chest tighten as he noticed the hazy look in his eyes. "Malfoy? What happened to you?" he asked, mostly to himself since he really didn't think the blonde could hear him at the moment.

"Harry! Thank goodness you're back. Sirius and I were getting worried…" Remus trailed off as he made his way into the living room and he noticed the bloody boy on the couch.

"Lupin, please… Can you help him?" Harry asked worriedly. He and Malfoy may not have ever really been able to get along, but he wasn't about to throw him back outside and leave him untreated for god only knows what to happen to him when there was something he could do to help him.

Remus quickly made his way over, blinking in surprise once he was close enough to make out just who the boy was. "Is that who I think it is?" he asked curiously as he pulled out his wand, casting several healing spells as Harry nodded.

"Will he be ok?"

"Hard to say at the moment. We don't really know the extent of his injuries. How did you find him?"

"I was on the way back and he stumbled out of the alley just down the road. I didn't even know it was him…"

"Well it would seem we'll have to wait until he wakes up to know if he's really alright or not. Perhaps he will tell us what happened to him," Remus said before he said a quick Scourgify.

The man watched as Harry moved closer to the sleeping blonde and slowly ran his fingers through his soft locks in a soothing manner, and he arched a brow at this considering how much he'd heard Harry telling Sirius about Draco. Well, then again, he'd only ever said he wished things were different and they could all get along because he had a feeling most of what people saw of the little snake was fake and only what Draco wanted them to see just to keep up his family image; it was Ron and Hermione who really hated the boy.

Honestly it made Remus wonder about Harry sometimes since it sometimes sounded as though his godson was in love with the Slytherin. It was mostly because Remus himself used to talk about someone at Hogwarts like that because he'd thought he was in love with them at the time, and as such he would always try to make excuses for why they were so cold and so cruel at times, so it made him wonder if Harry needed to talk to him and Sirius since he'd never mentioned anything before about possibly having a thing for boys.

"Remus? Where did you go? You said you'd be right back," Sirius said as he made his way downstairs, blinking in surprise to see his godson sitting in the floor next to the couch and running his fingers through someone's hair.

Harry blushed as he noticed Sirius's mostly naked form, and he just now seemed to notice Lupin was looking rather disheveled and had his shirt unbuttoned and open to show his chest while his pants were missing altogether, and he was giving Sirius an apologetic look.

"Thought you said you guys were getting worried about me," Harry muttered as he looked down at Malfoy.

Remus offered a sheepish smile at that. "We were, but I knew you could handle yourself after seeing the damage you kids did at the ministry. So I thought I'd distract Sirius so he wouldn't worry himself for nothing."

Sirius scoffed. "I believe it was the other way around, Remus."

Harry smiled, knowing Lupin was most likely giving Sirius a look that said for him to shut up.

"Now, who's that and what's he doing here? I don't remember him being with your friends when they picked you up," Sirius noted.

"It's Malfoy…" Harry said softly.

"Malfoy?! You brought a Malfoy here?! I didn't even think you liked him! You and your friends sure complain about him enough."

"He was hurt, so I brought him here since we were close and I thought I could help him."

"Hurt?"

"I'll fill you in upstairs, Sirius. Right now Harry needs to watch over Draco, and the boy needs to rest," Remus told his lover sternly.

"…Alright, but we should at least move him up to a bed," he said with a sigh, arching a brow as Harry carefully picked the blonde up bridal-style.

"I've got him," Harry told them as he began making his way up to his room.

Sirius gave his lover a look when he heard Remus chuckle. "Do you know something I don't?" he asked curiously.

Remus shook his head. "I just find it interesting that Harry would want to help someone he and his friends supposedly hate… Reminds me of me back in our school days."

"Are you implying what I think you are?"

"That depends. I can't say for sure since I really don't know if Harry's that way, but I do think he likes Draco more than he lets on."

"Don't be ridiculous. Harry's only ever talked about girls he likes, and he speaks just as badly of the kid as Ron and Hermione do."

"That's not exactly true. Harry doesn't talk as bad about Draco as his friends do. He seems to try and defend him and talks about him the same way I used to talk about Severus," Remus pointed out.

"…So you think he's in love with the boy? Don't you think he would've told us if he has a thing for guys? He obviously knows we wouldn't mind."

"Maybe he's not sure. Perhaps we'll find out if he ends up confessing to Draco."

"Like you did with Severus? How did that go again? Oh, that's right, he hexed you when he found out you had a crush on him. If anything I think that we should talk to him about it before something happens."

Remus shook his head. "We have no say in who he loves. People get rejected and their hearts broken all the time-it's a part of growing up. All we can do is be here for him if that happens… Now," Remus moved close to his lover and wrapped his arms around his neck, "I think we were in the middle of something before Harry got home and distracted me," he said seductively as he pressed himself closer to the man, his earlier arousal returning.

"Mmm, I think you're right. I also think you went to get something from the kitchen to make things more interesting," Sirius said as he slowly slid a hand down the werewolf's chest.

Remus shivered, his eyes darkening in lust. "It's on the counter. I sat it down when I heard Harry come in… Didn't think he wanted to know what we were doing."

"Then we'd better hurry and grab it and get back to our room," Sirius whispered in his lover's ear before he nipped it softly.

Draco's eyes slowly fluttered open, his brows furrowing in confusion when he couldn't recognize the bed he was in or the wall he was currently staring at. He couldn't exactly remember what had happened to him after he ran from the manor, though he did know that he should be in a lot of pain at the moment even though he felt nothing. It was because of this that he wondered for a moment if someone had found him and perhaps taken him to St. Mungos, but this was no room he had ever seen there before.
He shifted a bit and instantly stiffened when he felt someone laying behind him, and he panicked a bit until he noticed the body snuggling up to his back was warm instead of cold, the arm wrapped around his waist strong and strangely comforting. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly had happened to him the night before and what he may have said or promised the stranger in bed with him, but at the moment he decided it was better than being back at Malfoy manor with him.
Draco let out a soft sigh as he allowed his eyes to slip closed once more, and he snuggled back against the warm body behind him. Tomorrow when he woke he would be worried about who it was who bothered to heal him and what he'd promised them in return while he was out of it, but for right now he was just going to sleep and be thankful for the comfort he was feeling.

Harry stretched for a moment before he pulled whatever he was holding close to him once more. His eyes slowly opened when he heard a soft noise coming from the object, and when his eyes finally focused and he noticed it was Malfoy he was cuddled up to he immediately jumped back.

How had that even happened?! He hadn't even slept in the bed last night because he wanted Malfoy to be comfortable and he didn't want him to freak out if he happened to wake first and find him in bed with him. But he supposed if he had been sleepy enough he could've crawled into bed in the middle of the night without even thinking about it first.
He blinked in surprise when Draco suddenly turned towards him and wrapped his arms around him and snuggled against his chest, and his eyes gentled as he watched the blonde's sleeping face. He couldn't help but smile at how peaceful he looked, unable to keep from wondering how many other people had ever been lucky enough to see him looking so content and relaxed.
Before he realized it he was slowly running his fingers through Draco's soft locks, blinking in shock as he heard a soft mewl coming from the sleeping teen. "Damn... Who knew Draco could be so cute?"
 Harry felt himself blushing at the thought. Honestly, since when did he start thinking of Draco as being cute? And when the hell did Malfoy suddenly become Draco?! Jesus, what was wrong with him? He didn't like Malfoy-he didn't. It just wasn't possible with how the two were always at each other's throats all the time. Sure, he had been telling Sirius and Lupin for a good while now that he wished things were different between him and the Slytherin, but was this really what he had meant whenever he found himself wishing he and Malfoy could put aside their differences and get along?
While he was lost in thought he hadn't seemed to notice that he had wrapped his arm around the blonde at some point and was still running his fingers through his hair, nor did he notice said blonde's eyes slowly opening.
Draco felt a bit disoriented once his eyes were open, though it didn't take him long to realize he had arms around him and he was pressed up against a hard chest as fingers slowly ran through his hair. He couldn't help but let out a soft sigh at the feeling, but he was afraid to look up at his healer and see just what exactly he ended up getting himself into this time.
He nervously licked his lips before he slowly flicked his eyes up to the stranger's face, his eyes widening when he saw who it was. "P-Potter?!" he said in shock as he quickly pulled away from the warm embrace, a light shade of red staining his cheeks at the realization that he'd been cuddled up to his enemy all night.
Harry had been brought out of his thoughts by Malfoy's sudden outburst, and he was unsure about what he should do now. He'd been caught holding the blonde and comforting him by said blonde himself, so what could he possibly say to Malfoy to keep him from killing him?
Harry nervously licked his lips as Malfoy watched him curiously, the blush still on his face, and once again he couldn't stop himself from thinking it was cute before he shook his head to clear the thought. "Dra-er, Malfoy, I can explain," he started.
"Explain what exactly?! What the hell I'm doing here, or why the fuck you were just all over me?!" Draco snapped, trying to cover his shock and embarrassment with anger.
Harry flinched at the angry tone, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Well…I was out with Ron, Ginny, and Hermione yesterday-"
"The fucking weasels and that mudblood saw me too?!" Draco asked, utterly mortified at the thought they would all have something over him now.
Harry shot Malfoy a glare, trying to keep calm even though it pissed him off to no end to hear the Slytherin call Hermione a mudblood. "No, Malfoy, it was just me. Anyways, as I was saying, I was on my way back home when I saw someone stumbling out of some alley and I helped them up and brought them back with me. It wasn't until we got inside I saw it was you and saw the state you were in."
Draco frowned. "And you actually healed me up and let me stay even when you found out it was me?" he asked in disbelief.
Harry arched a brow at that. "Why wouldn't I? I mean, it really wasn't me that healed you since I'm not all that great at healing charms, but I did get Lupin to heal you."
Draco furrowed his brows in confusion. "What do you mean 'why wouldn't I'? Why would you after everything I've ever done or said to you. We're not friends, and it's not like you owed me anything, so why bother helping me when you realized it was me? And why in the hell would our Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher from third year be the one to heal me? What reason would you even have for keeping in contact with him?" he asked curiously.
Harry smiled. "First off, I helped you because you needed it and I wasn't going to throw you back outside and forget about it just because we can't ever get along at school. And, as for Lupin, he lives here."
Draco's mouth dropped open in shock. "You live with our third year teacher?"
"Well, yeah, now anyways. He's, uh… He's my godfather's boyfriend," he said with a blush, not wanting to tell him that but knowing he'd find out soon enough since Sirius and Lupin weren't exactly the type of couple to hide their relationship, and especially not in their own home.

"This is actually the first year I've been able to stay here, and Sirius and I never really talked about the relationships he was in when we wrote letters to each other, so I was pretty surprised about it myself."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold up. Sirius, as in Sirius Black?! What the fuck, Potter?!"
"He's innocent! Geez, calm the hell down."
Draco tightly clenched the covers in his hands. "Whatever… I think the more important question I should be asking is why the hell I woke up with you all over me."
Harry blushed, unable to think of a believable excuse. "Uhm… I…I don't really know actually," he said, deciding to just tell the truth.
The Slytherin arched a brow at that, but he decided to drop it since he really didn't want to think about being wrapped up in Harry Potter's arms.

He slipped out of the bed and slowly got to his feet. "Right… Well, thanks for the help I guess…" he said before he headed towards the door, wanting to hurry and find his way out of the place so he could leave.
Harry seemed to have a feeling this was what the blonde was wanting to do and quickly ran after him and grabbed his arm. "Draco, wait!"
Draco froze upon hearing Potter use his name, and he turned to look at the brunette in surprise.
Harry blinked as he noticed a bit of Draco's sleeve had lifted up from where he grabbed it, and he noticed something black on the other teen's skin. He lifted up the sleeve, his eyes widening as he noticed the Dark Mark on Draco's arm before the blonde gasped and yanked his arm back and covered the mark, holding it close to his chest as he looked away.

"You… You're a-"

"Don't!" Draco cut him off, taking a deep breath and trying as hard as he could to keep back the tears burning his eyes. "Don't say it… I'm not… I-I didn't…" he trailed off, his voice barely a whisper.

"Draco?" Harry asked softly, his voice filled with concern.

"…I should leave."

Harry caught his hand as he turned to leave once again. "No, don't go… You don't have to leave. Besides, I'd like to know what happened to you."

Draco gritted his teeth, glaring angrily as he yanked his hand away and roughly shoved Potter away from him upon being reminded of what all had caused him to end up the way he had the night before. "You're what fucking happened!" he spat. "If it wasn't for you, none of this would've happened!"

Harry looked at the other teen in shock. "What on earth are you talking about?"

Draco took a step back when he saw the brunette taking a step towards him. "It's your fault…" he said before he turned and made his way downstairs only to be stopped as he ran into someone and fell backwards, blinking as he felt hands on him to help him up.

"Draco, are you ok?" Harry asked with concern.

The blonde jerked out of his grip. "I'm fine, Potter!" he growled.

Remus arched a brow. "Good morning, Harry. Draco. I just finished breakfast and was actually coming up to see if you were awake."

"Morning, Lupin," Harry said with a smile while Draco scowled.

"No thanks. I'm out of here."

"Do you think that wise with the state Harry found you in last night?" Remus asked curiously. "What if whoever did that to you decides to come after you and finds you before you can get home?"

The Slytherin froze with his hand on the doorknob, unable to stop his body from trembling. He couldn't go back to the manor…and what if they were looking for him since he ran off? No one knew where Potter was, so wouldn't it be safer if he stayed here? But…they wouldn't let him stay longer than breakfast anyways, so why prolong the inevitable? Why not just leave now?

Remus frowned as he watched the boy, and he made his way over to him and lightly touched his shoulder. He quickly jerked his hand away when Draco jumped, and he caught the look in the boy's eyes for a moment before his mask was back in place. Draco was terrified, and the way he looked gave him a bad feeling.

"Don't touch me…"

The wolf frowned. "I think you should stay here. If you need to, we'd be more than happy to keep you here. You just look like someone who doesn't have anywhere to go."

Draco scoffed. "Please. Why wouldn't I have anywhere to go? I'm a Malfoy for god's sake! And even if I didn't, what the hell makes you think I'd stay here with Potter?!" he said coldly.

"Lie to me all you want-I don't care. I'm just letting you know that our home is open to you if you wish to stay," Remus told him before he turned and made his way into the kitchen.

Harry hesitantly moved closer when he noticed the conflicted look on the blonde's face. "You know it really is ok if you want to stay… I mean…I've honestly always wished things could've been different with us… It's not too late to just start over."

Draco shot the other teen an icy glare. "My father is in Azkaban thanks to you!"

Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from throwing back a smart remark at that. "It wasn't my fault, it was his for making the decisions he did."

"My father was the only one who could've…" he trailed off, not wanting to get into that.

Harry was curious about what Malfoy wasn't wanting to tell him, but he'd known the Slytherin long enough to know that it was nearly impossible to find out something he didn't want you to know.

"…Look, I'm sorry about what happened to your dad, ok? Just… Let's just forget about that right now and go get some breakfast, yeah?"

Draco frowned as he thought about it carefully. If he accepted it was pretty much going to tell them that he was going to stay with them, but if he left the Death Eaters could find him and take him back to the manor… He was screwed either way it would seem, but Harry Potter was obviously the better choice at the moment.

He let out a defeated sigh and shoved past the brunette and made his way into the kitchen and over to the table to sit down. He kept his eyes down since he didn't want to look at anyone, finding it more than weird that he was in a house with Sirius Black… Of course, he had heard rumors flying around that Black was innocent, and if him seeing that hideous rat-like man by the Dark Lord's side all the time was anything to go by then those rumors really were true.

He felt eyes on him even as Potter made his way into the kitchen and took a seat next to him, and it made him want to scream for everyone to quit fucking staring at him but somehow he managed to refrain from doing so.