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Chapter 2

Waiting


"Severus?"

"Yes, Draco?"

"How long does it take for the ingredients to arrive?"

"Don't fret Draco. It's unbecoming of a Malfoy. It should arrive soon."

"It's been two days; don't expect me to go back to your stock. I've already memorized them all."

"I will do no such thing. I expect it will arrive any minute now – the supplier had said so. If not, the shopkeeper can guarantee I will not be returning to them anymore."

Arms folded across his chest, Draco stood as patiently as he could besides his Godfather, watching and waiting for the delivery to come through the floo network. Grumbling at the lack of service they were receiving, Draco's patience began to wear thin as the second hand drew closer and closer to the appointed time.

Just a few more seconds left…

The clock struck eleven in the morning and the fireplace burst into green flames, a young man walking through carrying a small box in his arms. The Slytherins watched as the man dusted himself off before stepping out of the fireplace.

"Package for Severus Snape." He said, walking up to the older man.

"I'd thank you to try to arrive a bit earlier next time." Snape drawled, eyes narrowing. The man gulped before taking a step back, nodding his affirmation.

"Of course Mister Snape."

The men watched him quickly walk back into the fireplace before disappearing into the vast floo network. Eager to start his potions training, Draco barely kept his anxiety from the Head of Slytherin.

"Come Draco."

As his robes billowed behind him, the blonde followed quickly, matching his stride. After refilling his store room, Snape flicked his wand and several ingredients came floating out, placing themselves one by one in front of the cauldron.

"You will be starting with the basics Draco. I expect you to know it like the back of your hand." Snape inquired, raising an eyebrow at his godson.

Scoffing at him, Draco looked at the ingredients before starting. A list of steps flowed through Draco's memory as he started placing ingredient after ingredient into the cauldron. Mixing some two times, adding another and then mixing counterclockwise five times and adding another.

After an hour had passed, Draco filled an empty vial with a potion before handing it to his godfather.

"Will this be acceptable?"

Severus gave a short nod before stowing the potion within a small bag. Draco rose an eyebrow at the motion before he saw Severus give his wand a flick and several potions floated from the shelves and into his bag as well.

"What are you doing?"

"Time to go check on the boy."

Handing Draco the bag, Snape left the potions room. With a frown on his face, Draco grudgingly followed after the older man. Walking out of the house, they walked a good couple of yards before he placed his hand on Snape's arm and apparated with a pop.

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As they appeared before 4 Privet Drive, Snape raised his wand to cast the disillusion charm. But, before he could say it, a crash was heard from within the house, followed by high-pitched screaming and deep-toned bellows.

"Stay here." The potions master ordered before bursting through the wards protecting the house. What he saw inside almost had him retching his lunch.

A purple faced Vernon was beating who seemed to be unconscious Harry Potter. Dudley was tugging Petunia away from Vernon after the man had backhanded her from keeping him from dealing with 'the freak'.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Snape bellowed from the doorway. Vernon gave the unconscious body a few more kicks to the head before snapping his attention to the intruder at his doorstep.

"What's it to you?" He shouted, glaring back down at the boy. "This freak is ruining us all! If I hadn't taken him in –" he continued, before being stunned into silence.

Snape turning around to see flaring grey eyes and a raised wand. "Draco, we weren't supposed to harm the muggle." He reprimanded, before striding towards the body on the ground. Catching a glimpse at Dudley pushing his mother behind him to protect her, he sniffed at them before bending over Harry.

"Draco, the blood replenishing potion first." He listed, raising a hand up towards the blonde boy for the vial. After a couple of seconds with nothing ending up in his hand, he shot a look at the boy frozen at the doorway with an unbelievable look on his face, finally fully viewing the scene, yet unable to comprehend that the Boy-Who-Lived had been treated so harshly.

"Draco! Be quick about it before he loses more blood." Snape barked, and Draco snapped out of his stupor, rushing over to the man, bending down on his knees and rapidly pulling out various potion vials. Handing his godfather the blood replenishing potion, he watched Snape pick up Harry's head and poured the potion down little by little. Seeing Harry's Adam's apple bob up and down to swallow the potion, he fixed his gaze onto the remaining muggles.

This is why I hate them. These filthy mudbloods. He thought, scowling at them. Dudley, although fearful for his own life and his mother's, sent a defiant look towards the blonde, arms still out protecting his mother in case the wizards were to send a spell flying towards them.

"What are you staring at?" he hissed, passing his godfather another potion when asked to.

"What are you doing to Harry?"

"We're healing him, that's what we're doing. What do you think?" Snape snapped, irritated that his godson's attention was strictly on the muggles when it should on helping him heal the unconscious boy. Draco turned his head away, not before sending another glare at the two standing a couple of feet away.

"Alright, we have to take him with us. There's only so much we can do with potions." Snape muttered. Draco quickly passed the bag over to Snape before standing up with Harry in a bridle position. Snape raised a brow before following his godson out of the house.

"If you value your lives, you will not speak of this to anyone." He warned, whipping his wand to shut the door behind them. As he led Draco back to the clearing where they had apparated to, he heard silence from the blonde.

Apparating them back to his manor, Snape was surprised to see a bushy-haired brunette standing just a couple of feet away from them.

"Granger, how did you get in here?"

"Professor Dumbledore told me to floo here. He didn't tell me whatever for. Do you –" "Severus, I think we should –"

Both teenagers paused in their questions, finally seeing the other in front of them.

"What's she doing here?!" "What did you do to Harry?!"

Hermione rushed over to the blonde, attempting to pull the unconscious boy from his arms. Pulling back slightly and, subconsciously, hands gripping the body tight against his own, the blonde saw the brunette also pulling back at the slight change in action.

"Granger, if you don't mind, please wait for us in the seating room. We'll be with you shortly." Snape said, addressing the shell-shocked girl. Giving Draco a small push, he led the boy towards a guest bedroom.

Draco slowly set Harry down and pulled the covers over him. "Severus, why did those people –? I mean, how could –? Don't they know –?" The blonde couldn't seem to finish any of his questions, as his mind whirled around in light speed, trying to process what had happened to the Golden Boy. He finally found the rumors of the Golden Boy being treated as royalty to be false – frighteningly false.

"You should wash the blood off your hands." Snape murmured, stepping towards the door. "And after that, make sure you come down to the seating room as well."

Draco looked at his hands, coated with Harry Potter's blood. Grimacing at the sight, he quickly strode to the guest room's own private bathroom, viciously scrubbing off the blood without the help of magic. As soon as he left the bathroom, drying off his hands, he heard whimpering coming from the boy.

Unable to decide if he should wake him up or call for his godfather, he stood awkwardly a couple of feet from Harry, hearing the whimpers become little sniffles before it turned out into full blown screaming and kicking.

Running towards the hysterical boy, he scrambled to hold down his flailing limbs, before screaming at him to wake up. "Potter wake up! It's just a dream! Wake up for Merlin's sake!" he shouted, finally gaining the boy's attention.

Tearing eyelids opened up revealing watery bright green eyes. He sniffed a couple of times, blinking his eyes up at the blonde holding him down. He whimpered before opening his mouth and closing it. As his eyes flickered around the area not covered by the blond's head, he finally turned his gaze up at him.

"W-Who are you?"

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Draco's eyes widened at the look of confusion in the green orbs before slowly releasing his grasp on the confused boy's arms. "Y-You don't remember me? Not at all?" he asked, the words and feeling sounding quite foreign to him.

Giving the blond another once over, the dark-haired boy slowly shook his head. "No.. should I? You do.. look kind of familiar.. Have I seen you before?"

That innocent look in his eyes made Draco unconsciously brush his hands over the awakened boy's nest of unruly hair. "What do you remember? What were you screaming about just now?"

From a look of confusion to a look of hysteria, Harry started to hyperventilate, eyes darting everywhere in the room before him. "D-Don't let him get me. I swear I'll be better next time!" he shouted, pulling the covers above his head, lying into a fetal position.

"Draco? What's taking so long?" he heard his godfather call out from down the hall, coming to check up on his godson. "I'll be down shortly." He replied, eyes never leaving the shaking body underneath the covers. "Who's he?" Draco prodded gently. "If I don't know who he is. I can't protect you from him."

"V-Vernon. M-My uncle." Came the soft whisper. Draco gently lifted the covers slowly off of the boy before finally seeing his face. Giving the boy's cheek a gentle graze with the back of his hand, he asked another question. "What did he do?" The boy furiously shook his head, covering his head with his arms.

"Okay, okay." Draco cooed, "No more questions about him. I promise." The trembling body calmed as he gently wiped the tears from Harry's eyes. Although his actions towards the boy were gentle, his inner self was raging in fury. How dear they treat him this way. Making him cower in fear like this. This isn't the Potter I know.

"How about I take you to meet some people? I'm actually needed right now." he told the boy. Harry slowly craned his neck, looking into the blond's eyes before deeming he could be trustworthy.

"Okay." He replied. Slowly getting up from the bed, he stumbled before falling against Draco's chest. "I've got you." Draco said, with a soft smile on his face. Harry's face flushed in embarrassment, whispering his thanks towards the boy. As Draco led him towards the doorway, Harry stopped.

"I-I haven't asked you.. What I mean to say is.." he struggled, biting his bottom lip. Draco gently pulled him again saying, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you." He said, giving the dark-haired boy a smile he rarely showed to others besides those close to him.

"H-Harry.. I'm Harry Potter." "I know. I've known you for quite some time now." he said, pulling the boy alongside him, heading towards the seating room.

Harry's eyes darted back and forth. "This place is quite enormous. Do you live here?" "No, my godfather does," Draco replied, "He's actually the one who wants to see me right now." Harry stopped again. "I don't want to be a bother. I shouldn't be here if he needs to see you only." He said, struggling to take his hand from the blond's.

Draco's grip tightened before he assured Harry, "He wanted to see you too. When you woke up." Seeming to be the appropriate response, Harry's struggles stopped and the pair walked towards the seating room.

"Don't worry about anything. My godfather may seem to be the calculating and unwelcoming type, but he's actually quite caring. So don't be nervous." Draco said, turning to face Harry once they reached the doorway. Harry nodded his head and Draco smiled. "Alright, let's go then." He said, turning back around to face the room.

"Severus, we're here." Draco announced, before stepping into the room with Harry in tow.

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Heads turned seeing the two standing at the doorway. Hermione jumped from her seat before running up to Harry to inspect him for injuries. "Harry James Potter! You scared the lights out of me! Are you alright?" All the questions being thrown at him made Harry fidget uncomfortably. Noticing this, Draco stepped in front of him, blocking the brunette's interrogation.

"I think we should take a seat before the conversation begins. Don't you think Granger? And if anything, you still haven't answered Severus's questions."

Hermione shut her mouth, glaring at the Slytherin before stomping back towards the armchair. Motioning to Harry that it was going to be alright, Draco walked the boy over towards the settee before sitting beside him, his hand never relinquishing his hold on Harry's – which Harry was quite grateful for. Having someone he had never met before come barraging towards him with answers had frightened quite so.

Pouring the anxious boy a cup of tea before handing it over, the room fell in silence with the occasional sipping coming from Harry. After he put the cup down, his hands immediately grasped Draco's once more, as if Draco was the only thing holding him together right that instant.

"Severus, Granger. Harry seems to have amnesia. He's forgotten about everything. Though, I think it's only up until the time I've first met him at Madam Malkin's. But, I pretty sure he knows he's sixteen. After all, he recognizes me from my facial features back when I was eleven.

Harry watched as the brunette covered her mouth with a gasp, eyes becoming teary, turning her gaze towards him. He looked over at the older man, unable to see his emotions, and looked away to the intertwined hands sitting in his lap. Fiddling with the fingers, he saw Draco's other hand come to lock his busy hand in his own. Harry looked up to see Draco offer him a supporting smile before he turned to look at his audience.

"Er.. Hi. I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you." He said, glancing back at Draco for approval. Accepting the nod and a slight smile, Harry smiled wider in happiness before assaulting the brunette with his own questions.

"How did you know me? What's your name?" he inquired. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him before smiling and answering back just as brightly. "My name is Hermione Granger. I've known you since we've first met on the ride to Hogwarts." Nodding his head in understanding, Harry turned to look at the other man.

"Severus Snape, potions professor at Hogwarts. First year." Harry looked at Draco before receiving another nod and answering the potions professor with a smile. "Nice to meet you all. Should I know about anything else?"

Before Hermione could spew out details on Harry's life, Draco interrupted her. "Severus, I think I should watch over Harry. We don't want this news to be getting out to anyone, especially Skeeter." This seemed to peek Harry's interest as he turned to face Draco with more questions in mind.

"Who's Skeeter? And why can't anyone else know? How will you watch over me when you have school? And what's Hogwarts?" Patting him on the shoulder gently, Draco quickly addressed his questions.

"Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. Skeeter is the reporter who works for the Daily Prophet. She would do anything just to get the dirt on people and make a selling off of it. I'll watch over you since it might be a bit overwhelming to be faced with a bunch of people when we're back at school." "I'd like that." Harry said, beaming up at Draco in happiness.

Hermione opened her mouth to retort, before Snape stepped in. "Miss Granger, I believe I have everything under control. Which brings me to ask about the things I don't – why did the Headmaster send you to me?"

"He said something about you needing me to help you with something. I didn't think I'd see Harry unconscious. What happened to him? Why was he hurt? Why was there blood?" Harry looked up at the group confused, "I was injured?" he asked.

Draco refused to meet his eyes, instead looking at his godfather's. Harry looked to the older man for an explanation before realizing no one was going to talk. And so, he poured himself another cup of tea, settled back against the settee and tried to relax.

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Under the Muffliato spell, Harry wouldn't be able to hear the three of them conversing. Hopefully as he relaxed, he would be distracted with other thoughts, rather than noticing the fact that the three were talking about him.

"Before the semester ended, I was given the task of checking up on the boy's wellbeing. Dumbledore had assured me that nothing was going on. All I had to do was check on him for five minutes or so, report back to him and to continue doing so once every two to three days." Snape began.

Hermione faced him with rapt attention, trying to act nonchalant to create the illusion that no one was talking. Nodding her head, she allowed Snape to continue. Draco continued to pet Harry's hand lightly, drifting occasionally to brush Harry's hair.

"When we arrived, we heard screaming and yelling from within the house. I broke through the wards, and when I entered, the boy was unconscious. That man," Snape said, scowling, "was beating him continuously. Wouldn't even pay attention to me until I shouted for answers. He continued to kick Harry in the head a couple of times before turning to look up at me."

"There was blood everywhere." Draco said, shuddering. "It seems that the fight started at the top of the stairs. I'd bet that he beat Harry on the wall at the top of the stairs. Did you see the blood on the wall? Then it led down to the little hallway before the front door. Harry was just.. just lying there, all broken and bloodied up. I stunned that man. I should've done more than that." He growled, trying to keep his calm and his grip from tightening.

"Harry's never told us anything about this. He's only told us he didn't get along with his family. But never about the beatings." Hermione said, looking crestfallen.

"Well, he was getting beaten. He was screaming in his sleep before I woke him up to calm him down. Even speaking about that man gets him all hysterical. Do you know how hard it is to watch him like that? All broken down and cowering in fear?" Draco said, eyebrows furrowing in displeasure.

Hermione and Severus were taken aback at the growing anger presented in those silver eyes. Draco's jaw locked together, trying to reign his anger in, keeping his hand from squeezing the frustration into Harry's shoulder.

"Dumbledore must've known. He's been keeping an eye on the boy longer than I have. And if this is true, I still don't understand why he's allowed the boy to be kept with them for so long. Even I would've taken him in." Snape muttered, looking away from the surprised looks on the teenagers' faces.

"I bet that old man knew – knew everything from the beginning. He just didn't do anything for Harry. His favorite student? More like his favorite puppet." Draco hissed.

"What are you trying to imply Malfoy?" Hermione said, gritting her teeth to prevent her from jumping from her seat.

"You know what I'm talking about Granger. How can the world's most powerful wizard – one whom even the Dark Lord is afraid of – not be able to do anything to prevent his return, just because of a mere prophecy?" Draco retorted.

Unable to say a word in return, Hermione kept quiet, her mind already spinning its gears to find the answer to a simple question. It's true. She thought. How can someone as strong as Professor Dumbledore be weak against a prophecy. Just because it's written in fate or destiny doesn't mean one can't change it by themselves. She nodded her head at line of thought. Plus, what's to say there's even a prophecy. How did he find it anyway? He told us he was the only one to have seen it.. What's to keep him from lying about it?

Confusion built up around the brunette as she started to doubt the Headmaster. Disbelieving the fact that a man as kind, caring and strong as he would be the one that was pulling on the strings all along.

Severus was impressed, impressed that his godson was able to come up with a question that led even the Gryffindor genius to doubt the person whom everyone most trusted. Sparing a glance at the boy who was oblivious to everything going on around him, he saw that Harry had fallen asleep on Draco's shoulder. Seeing Draco with his rare smile and gentle actions towards the boy, he had figured out that his godson had fallen or was already in love with the Boy-Who-Lived.

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"I'll bring him to bed." Draco said, after a couple of minutes of silence. He slowly moved Harry's head from his shoulders to the arms and carried him, bridle styled, back up into the bedroom. Harry muttered unintelligibly before snuggling into Draco's chest, letting out a sigh of contentment. Draco's gaze softened considerably, before he quickly put on his mask, trying to hide from the prying eyes of his godfather.

Snape barely spared a glance at his godson, his eyes still glued on the brunette who was muttering furiously under her breath. The sound of Draco's footsteps eventually died out into the distance, leaving the two alone in his sitting room.

"Well, Miss Granger? I don't suppose you have an answer do you?" he drawled, swishing his wand to prepare some tea for them. The girl barely heard him, deep in thoughts. Shaking his head, he watched the tea prepare itself before settling down onto the coffee table. Getting up from his seat, he took Hermione's cup and set it down in front of her, making sure it was loud enough to startle her from her thoughts.

"Er, thank you Professor Snape." She muttered wide-eyed, staring at the tea cup placed in front of her. "Don't get used to it, Miss Granger. You would've continued in circles trying to disprove of the Headmaster's doings unless I've brought you out of your thoughts." Severus said, settling back down in his armchair.

Noticing the lack of the boys present in the room, Hermione looked at her potions professor questioningly. "Bedroom." He answered, sipping his tea. Nodding her head, she took a sip of her own tea, trying to reorganize her thoughts before speaking.

"Do you have proof that Professor Dumbledore has been.. well.. deceiving us..?" she whispered, eyes glued on her reflection in the tea cup. "I'm sure he does everything for the greater good," she continued, fingers gripping tightly on the tea cup handle. "I really don't think he would do anything to harm us. After all, it was Y-You-Know-Who that started this all." She said, her voice a higher octave than before.

"Please Miss Granger, you can say his name."

Looking up at her potions master in surprise, she was met with a raised eyebrow. "Well, V-Voldemort," she said wincing – Severus barely contained his eyes from rolling in slight annoyance, "Voldemort was the one who went after Harry after he heard the prophecy. Though, I know Professor Dumbledore will do anything to prevent him from attacking an innocent toddler."

I'm not sure this information will suffice, but when we were graduates, Lily's demeanor changed, slightly, when we would mention Dumbledore's name. In fact, both her and Potter would swiftly try to change the topic when I would question her about it. Although, I'm not sure if it was done intentionally because Potter didn't approve of me being a double spy." The potions master mused, remembering the cold glare he received from James Potter whenever he visited Lily.

"That could be, but it's your word against Professor Dumbledore's. Just saying that Harry's parents couldn't tolerate the Headmaster's name wouldn't work against him." Opening his mouth to retort, he was interrupted when Hermione continued speaking. "Any hard evidence, a diary even, would be enough to sway me. Though, the other Members of the Order would be quite difficult to persuade, seeing as how they've been in Dumbledore's organization for quite some time."

"So, are you saying that the three of us – not including Mr. Potter, should persuade the Order's members into believing that Dumbledore has tricked us all?" he asked, placing his tea cup down.

"I'm not saying that for certain. I'm just saying we need evidence that reinforces the idea that Dumbledore isn't as he seems and that what he's doing isn't the right thing to do. That would help, even if it's a small seed of doubt planted in their mind. Of course, Harry with his amnesia would be able to tell us about his childhood – the family that Dumbledore told us would keep him safe and treats him well, actually doing the opposite. It would be uncomfortable for Harry, but Draco will be there for him." She concluded confidently.

Silence settled down upon them as Hermione went back to her continual ranting in her mind, leaving Severus alone to contemplate on how they were going to spring the news on everyone – without Dumbledore knowing.

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Placing Harry down on the bed, Draco slowly removed the clothes the unconscious boy was wearing. Only lifting up a fraction of his shirt, Draco swore quietly under his breath when he saw several bruises decorating the Harry's skin. Gently sitting Harry up, but allowing his sleep to continue, he quickly removed the rest of his shirt, sucking in a sharp breath when he saw more bruises littering Harry's arms and skin. Afraid to see what damage below the waist the boy might have, Draco wandlessly changed Harry's clothing into pajamas before placing the covers over him.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed before he blurrily opened his eyes, green orbs searching for Draco. "Draco..?" he croaked, his voice thick with sleep. "I'm here." Draco whispered, brushing his hand over Harry's hair. "Sleep with me?" the boy asked. Draco eyes widened in surprise.

Harry, who didn't realize what his words had meant, finally understood as the sleep-driven fog dissipated from his head. Shooting up from his position on the bed, he flailed his arms out, stuttering on his response. "I -I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I was just – I didn't .. Oh my god." He said, face flushing. Covering his face with his hands, Harry went into silence, waiting for a rejection from Draco.

Feeling a dip on the bed beside him, Harry slowly peeked through his fingers at Draco, green orbs meeting silver orbs. Flushing again, he closed the gap between his fingers, reveling – and embarrassed- at the intent gaze in those silver eyes. His breath caught in his throat when Draco patted his head. "How can I sleep with you, if you won't move over to make room?" he asked teasingly.

Harry removed the barrier from his eyes before gazing at Draco. His small smile grew in size before he threw himself at the blonde. Laughing at the dark-haired boy's actions, he patted his back before pushing Harry down onto the bed. Harry scooted over towards the middle of the queen-sized bed before looking imploringly at Draco. Changing his own clothes wandlessly, Draco scooted over next to Harry before pulling the blanket over the both of them.

"You know. I could get used to this." He said, smirking. He watched as Harry's eyes widened in surprise before his face flushed as red as a tomato. Letting out a soft chuckle, he pulled Harry's body close to his own, letting Harry rest his head on his chest.

Harry stiffened in surprise at the intimate gesture, before relaxing into the embrace as he heard Draco's heartbeat thump quickly as his own did. "Me too." He replied, snuggling closer to the blonde, putting his left hand on the blonde's pajama covered chest. "You know, I'm not used to wearing a pajama top while I sleep." The blonde said, out of the blue.

His chest warmed as Harry's face flushed, his imagination running wild as he thought of his head lying on a bare-chested Draco Malfoy. Chuckling at the innocence of the boy-who-lived, he ran his fingers through the unruly hair before patting Harry's shoulders.

"Time to sleep now. We'll get some food after we wake up." He said, getting comfortable under the covers. Nodding his head, Harry settled his rapid heartbeat before quietly falling asleep with Draco's continual brushing of his hair.

Draco looked up at the ceiling, going through the events that had happened to him. Perturbed by his thoughts of being such a caring person once the Golden Boy had gotten amnesia, he wondered where the sense of protectiveness had sprung from. A flash of green appeared in his vision as he saw those wide green orbs, filled with fear and insecurity at the thought of that Muggle-born that had treated him dreadfully.

Clearly those people don't know the importance of the boy whom I hold in my arms. He thought, eyes glaring up at nothing. A couple of minutes more in silence and Draco realized that the Gryffindor girl and his godfather were left alone in the sitting room – no fights, arguments, hexes or spells being sent flying at each other.

Maybe they aren't feeling as repulsive with the idea of helping each other out. He danced around that thought before inappropriate pictures drifted across his mind. Swatting those thoughts away in his mind with his right arm, he quickly soothed the boy back to sleep, who startled at his jostling.

He'll be the death of me, I swear to Merlin. Draco said, with a smile on his face before drifting to sleep.


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