2. Comfort

Draco ran his hand through soft ebony locks, You wouldn't think his hair was this soft by looking at it, as his fingers ran through, they caught on something that felt suspiciously like cat ears.The blond looked down at the raven, noting the fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt in a desperate motion, and stared in fascination at the fuzzy appendages, as he began to stroke them. So adorably soft…

A sad smile found its way to his lips as he looked back to the clenched fingers almost tearing his shirt, Why does he have to feel so much pain? He thought back to his own birthday, I know my own coming of age pain didn't take this long to leave, just a few minutes… It was the loneliness afterwards that lasted till….well, till I saw him… Panic flooded his mind after that, Is something wrong? Did I not grab him in time…? Is his pain really my fault…?

Those thoughts disappeared when a soft purr came from the adorable form pressed against him. Silver blue eyes widened in shock, and he turned his head (with enough momentum to give him whiplash) towards Snape silently asking Severus his unspoken question. However, it was Dumbledore who answered.

"By your face I take it you assumed he's been in pain this entire time." A short nod from Draco confirmed it, Dumbledore chuckled, "Fear not, his pain left a few minutes ago. He's merely unwilling to lose the comfort and safety you've provided him with. His instincts know who you are and what you mean to him, even if he himself doesn't."

Draco looked back at the softly purring form encircled in his arms. "…So he'll purr when he's happy? What does he do when he's mad?"

Dumbledore chuckled again, while Sirius smirked and responded, "I'm sure you'll find out in a few minutes once he realizes what's going on."

Remus smacked Sirius in the arm, "Be nice, Draco's joining the family you know."

Sirius gave him an apologetic smile, "Sorry love."In response Remus gave him a quick kiss to the lips.

"Can you please do that somewhere else? I hold no desire to watch a wolf and mutt kissing, and I doubt any of us want to see the contents of my stomach." Severus' words rewarded him with two glares, yet another chuckle, and a rolling of the eyes.

"Well, you're going to have to deal with me and Harry from now on."

"Only for you Draco, only for you."

A few minutes passed and Harry began to nuzzle the soft fabric covering the warm chest in front of him. His hands slowly moving up to encircle the neck of his comforter as he lifted his head upwards, glazed over viridian met surprised and curious silver. The raven slowly leaned up, his petal soft lips just grazing Draco's (who was now very shocked) slightly parted ones.

The moment Harry's lips touched his, Draco's body moved on its own. He wrapped his arms around the slender waist and pressed back into the torturously soft lips. They stayed like that for a while, lips touching in a gentle caressing kiss. It wasn't enough for Draco, he wanted, no, he needed more than this. He'd been denied this for far too long.

Harry began to purr again (He'd stopped after the initial lip touching) when a warm tongue ran across his lips. He relished in the touch and parted his lips all too willingly. His purrs grew louder when the hot flesh invaded his mouth, exploring it almost tenderly, before drawing Harry's tongue into a passionate, but still gentle, kiss.

All watching eyes widened in shock. Severus turned to Sirius a smug (and mildly disturbed) look on his face, "And you thought he'd be angry."

"At least I can watch them without feeling sick."

"Only because you've done far, far worse with your wolf, Mutt. And since I know how hard it is for you to notice things, I'm not nearly as disturbed by then as I am by you."

Remus sighed, holding Sirius down in place. Dirty looks and sparks flew between the dark spy and ex-convict. Dumbledore watched both the still kissing couple, and the bickering men, a smile on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Draco laughed into the kiss, sound silenced by the smaller males mouth, when he felt legs wrap around his waist and fingers tangle into his hair. Who would have guessed Potter to be so passionate? He gasped at the sensation of his tongue being sucked. Merlin, who taught him to do that? A pang of jealousy ran through him at the thought. Something about Harry kissing someone other than him rubbed him the wrong way.

Harry opened his eyes in shock when Draco moved, pinning him to the floor. He closed them again however when Draco's lips left his and trailed down his throat leaving hot kisses in their wake, before sucking on the junction between his neck and shoulder. Mewling moans escaped him while Draco marked him as his.

"Ummmm, shouldn't we be stopping them? I don't think Harry's realized what he's doing. It seems that Harry's pain caused him to forget, or simply not care, just who his savor is. And I'm pretty sure Draco hasn't grasped that concept yet." Remus' motherly tone distracted Sirius from his glaring match with the potion professor.

He looked over to where Draco had pinned his currently moaning godson and dropped his jaw. This time Remus couldn't hold him down. He jumped from his seat and began stalking to where the Malfoy's sole heir was defiling his innocent (not so much now D) godson, a dark and murderous look on his face.

Before the infuriated godfather could tear the blonde off the raven he swore to protect, the door slammed open to reveal a dead man. Or at least a man was supposed to be. Shock took him again, only this time it was a violent and sickening shock. How could he still be alive?

"James…?"