A/N Hey guys! Here is the second chapter, and I am really loving this story! So enjoy. Thank you so much for the favorites follows and review! I am very grateful. The song this week is Stolen Dance by Milky Chance. Without further delay, read on!

And I want you
We can bring it on the floor
You've never danced like this before
We don't talk about it
Dancin' on do the boogie all night long
Stoned in paradise, shouldn't talk about it

I open my eyes, to see the familiar roof of the infirmary. Why am I here again? Oh right. The events of the Quidditch match come back to me. "Mr. Potter are you awake?" asks Madame Pompfrey. I nod in response. "You and Mr. Malfoy took quite a tumble! You ought to be more careful! Anyway, you won't have any lasting troubles, which is odd, a fall like that should've cracked your head open. You are free to leave." I get up and start to leave, but then I turn around. "How is Dra- Malfoy?" I ask her. "Mr. Malfoy is fine as well. I do not know why both of you are pretty much undamaged, but I am certainly not complaining." She finishes with a chuckle. Then a groan is heard from another bed. "Why am I here again?" Malfoy asks. Madame Pompfrey goes and informs him of everything.

Draco get's up to leave, then he sees me and we walk out together after bidding goodbye to Madame Pompfrey. Before him and I part ways, he turns to me, and puts his hand on my arm. "Potter, thank you." He says. I look at him, "It was nothing anyone else wouldn't have done." I say. He snorts, "I seriously doubt that." He is about to walk away, "Wait." I say. "What did you mean by 'Why am I here again?', when we where in the infirmary?". Malfoy looks at me like I am bonkers, "What did you think I meant?" He asks. "I have been waking up in the infirmary a lot, that's all." I look at him incrediously. "Why?" I ask, for some reason I keep talking, and he keeps answering. "People have been... Unpleasant." I narrow my eyes. Then, I read Draco's thoughts.

It doesn't matter to you Harry, I deserve to be beating up.

I gasp. I should not be able to hear what he is thinking. Did he call me Harry? Beating! Okay, who wants to die!

I can hear you Har- Potter.

This time I actually scream. I back up about 20 feet, then a nauseating feeling hits me, I stumble forward, right into Draco. I instantly feel better. Draco looks at me, his face ghostly white. "We need help. Now!" We start walking back to the infirmary, "Wait. Draco, I think we should go see McGonnagall." He looks at me funnily, but he clearly trusts me. We walk down to the transfiguration classroom, interrupting a first year class. We walk into the classroom, the first years look at us, attracting the attention of the teacher, "Heads down" She says, with her head down. I clear my throat and McGonnagall looks up at us. "Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, are you quite alright?" We shake our heads no, "We need to speak to you, it's urgent." Says Draco.

McGonnagal gets up and leads us into her office. We explain everything that happened and by the end of it McGonnagall's eyes our as big as saucers. "You two-? How-? Nevermind, I know what we need to do." Says the stern Professor. "Lils!" She says. A house elf appears, "Go fetch Professor Snape, tell him it's what we expected." The house elf leaves, and she turns to us. "You have to go to the Black Manor. Severus will acompany you, Lucius, Remus and a few of your friends will meet you there." Snape walks out of the fireplace. "Hello Minerva. Is it true?" He asks. "Yes." Says Professor McGonnagall. That's it. I can't hold my tongue anymore, and neither can Draco. "Excuse me, what is going on?" We say at the same time. Then we glare at each other. "You will find out soon." Drawls Profersor Snape. I resist the childish urge to stick my tongue out at him.

He is my godfather

Really?

Yup. I bet the Golden Boy can't top that

Draco and I make eye contact and he smirks at me. Hah! Little does he know.

My godfather is- was Sirius Black

I look over at Draco and his jaw drops.

The innocent murderer?

Yes. The Black Manor is technically my property.

"Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy, we are ready to go. You will floo to Diagon Alley, then you will side along apparate with Severus." Says McGonnagall. We nod and I go into the floo first. I hate flooing, but I refuse to Portkey anywhere. Last time I tried, I had a panic attack. I step in and shout, "Diagon Alley!" I tumble out into the streets of Diagon Alley, Draco close behind me. We see Professor Snape and we walk up to him. We Side Along Apparate into the Manor. "This Manor is gorgeous Sev!" Exclaims Draco. I have to agree with the prat. This room is beautiful. The curtains to the floor is just lovely.

Don't call me a prat, you git.

"Don't listen if you don't like it, Malfoy!" I say out loud, earning me a strange look from Snape. We walk through a door into a living room, where Lucius, Remus, Luna, Neville, Hermione, Ginny and Blaise are waiting for us. "What are you guys doing here?" I ask. "We honestly don't know Harry." Says Hermione. "Yes, Harry we don't know," mimics Blaise, "Would you like me to lick your shoes clean for you?", I look over at him, about to say something, but Draco speaks up, "Sod off Blaise." He says amiably.

A/N So, what did you think? Reviews are appreciated! Thank you for reading.

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