Disclaimer: THEY'RE MINE!!! THIER ALL MINE!!!!!!! *orderlies come and take her to the land of padded rooms* I guess J.K. Rowling doesn't seem to think so....

A/N: Sorry so long. Me and my friend who write this have been mad busy. We also started another story, but i hasn't gotten any reviews, so we decided to come back to this one. We want to thank all 7 of you who've reviewed so far. Sorry this chapter was so short!

*Figures* thought Sirius *I had just gotten comfortable and everything. Its not easy to wish yourself into a pair of pajamas.* Then the air shimmered beside him as a second bed appeared with a quilt of Slytherin colors on it. He wished for a sword and whirled around as the person stepped into the room. By that time the sword had appeared and Sirius quickly unsheathed it and pointed it towards the stranger.

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Draco walked in and just stared. He wasn't sure whether to be astounded by the man's beauty or to laugh at the pajamas he was wearing. Then he noticed the man's sword.

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Sirius saw the gleam of laughter in the boy's eyes and thought, *whats so funny about pajamas with purple bunnies on them?* Then he took a good look at the stranger who had startled him so. He gasped and almost dropped his sword. His beautifully blonde hair gleamed in the fire light, slicked back except for a few strands gone astray, hanging in his face. Sirius wanted to push them back from his face and stare into his large, placid, blue eyes. He wanted to kiss his slender, perfectly sculpted nose on its round tip, and run his tongue along the boy's lucious pouty lips. He wanted to caress his muscular body. As he met the boy's stare, a battle began within himself as he both vehemently and sorrowfully realized this was none other than Lucius Malfoy's boy, his cousin Narcissa's son. He was overwhelmed. "Get out!" he hissed.

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Draco's eyes travelled up and down the gorgeous stranger. His shiny black hair, his mysterious eyes, his strong roman nose and sharp lips contrasted with his deep smile lines in his dark olive skin showing how happy he had once been and the more distinguished frown lines, showing how much pain he had seen. Draco wanted nothing more than to comfort this handsome man and ease his pain. When then man returned his gaze, he discovered this was none other than that disgusting "dangerous" fugitive, Sirius Black. "Get out!" he said softly, threateningly. Draco was hurt by his cold words, but at the same time all too willing to comply.

"Wait a minute! I'm a student of this school! I can be here if I want! You're the fugitive, you get out!" he replied imperiously. He had no desire to return to the Slytherin dormitory.

"But I'M the one with the sword!" Sirius shot back. "Well, I'm the one with the wand!" Draco drew his wand. Sirius seemed to consider this a moment. Then he dropped his sword on his bed and started shoving his bed to one wall.

"What are you doing?" Draco inquired with a sneer.

"Look, we both came here to get some sleep, right? I'll sleep in this corner," he said pointing to his bed "and you sleep in that corner. I'll be gone before you're awake." Draco felt sleep weighing him down as he considered this proposal.

"Fine," he said "But if you're still here when I get up, I'll 'miraculously' find you hiding out here at Hogwarts. The dementors eagerly await your return," "Oh, I'll be gone all right," he replied. Then a night stand with an alarm clock on it appeared. Sirius set it for 7:30 and climbed into bed. Draco did the same.

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*How am I ever going to get any sleep with him making all that noise?* Draco wondered, getting irritated at the sounds of Sirius' limbs thrashing. "Shut the hell up and stop moving!" he ordered Sirius, sitting up in bed. In the dim light from the alarm clock, he could just make out the figure of Sirius sitting up and turning toward him.

"Sorry to disturb you, your majesty," Sirius replied sarcastically, "but you're not exactly the most silent sleeper yourself."

"Ugh, I should go inform a teacher that of your whereabouts right now and get it over with," Draco answered. "Then maybe I could actually get some sleep." His lips curled into a small smile as he realized what he had just said. He made a move as if to get out of bed, but then he came to his senses. As much as he loathed this man, he couldn't bring himself to get rid of him. Where would he go? He'd be all alone, hiding somewhere. No, he needed to someone to keep him company. Someone like himself.... But that still didn't mean he didn't need some peace and quiet, so he decided to see what he could do to get some.

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Fear shot through Sirius' tired body as he realized what Draco was about to do. He saw the boy rise and start to walk across the room toward the door. He had to do something quick, before he found himself back in Azkaban. "Where are you going, Malfoy?" Sirius demanded, but he heard the note of worry in his own voice.

"To tell someone you're here so I can get some sleep," Draco said, obviously pleased with himself. *Maybe a threat is just what I need to get you to keep quiet. I don't know if I bring myself to reveal him. It would be such a waste to hand someone so beautiful over to the dementors...* He cringed at this last thought. It made him sound GAY some thing, he told himself he obviously wasn't.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." Sirius attempted to sound confident.

"Oh, yeah? Why the hell not?" Draco glared into Sirius' warm brown eyes, feeling his insides melt.

"Because if they come to take me away, do you think thay'd actually just dismiss you and tell you to go back to sleep? I don't think so . All of the teachers, no to mention the Ministry, will be wondering how some 14 year old managed to find Sirius Black when they've had their best hit wizards and Aurors out looking for me. They will be asking you a lot of questions and have you under constant surveilance. Needless to say your chances of going to sleep tonight would be shot to hell. Anyway, Dumbledore always seems knows the truth and he has quite a few tricks up his sleeves. I'm sure he would find some way to keep me from going back to Azkaban. So by telling a teacher I'm here, (which is pretty wimpy, anyway, if you ask me. Aren't you man enough to take on a poor starved wandless old man like me yourself?) you're not benefitting either of us." Sirius felt cold sweat creeping down his face from merely thinking of Azkaban, but he tried not to show his anxiety. Draco seemed to be thinking over this argument. His eyes looked a little funny, sort of glazed over.

"Well...uh..." Malfoy stammered, for the first time in his life unable to think of anything to say. He licked his lips, desperately trying to think of a point to make. This argument was getting pretty heated.

"I'm going anyway!" he declared, making a move toward the door. He wanted to see how far he could take this thing. Sirius lunged after him and grabbed Draco by the foot. Malfoy stumbled and fell backwards, hitting the floor.

*Ouch, that must have hurt, why didn't I catch him? I didn't mean to do that!* Sirius thought, feeling a little bit bad. "What the fuck was that? Before I was just trying to think of a way to keep you quiet. Now I REALLY AM going to report you!" Draco jumped to his feet and ran at the door again (not running his fastest, of course.). This time, Sirius grabbed him and pinned him up against the wall. His face was inches from Draco's, and they could feel each others' breathing. "Let me go!" Malfoy cried, struggling to get free. But the more muscular man's grip was strong, and Draco wasn't going anywhere. Sirius kept him there in silence for what felt like a little too long. Draco's icy eyes looked up into Sirius' face. They seemed to be pleading with him to let go. Sirius' mind got cloudy and he didn't even realize his grasp slipping. All he could think about were the strands of hair falling over Draco's eyes....

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"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked, a small quiver in his voice. Why was Sirius gazing at him like that?

"You're not going tell anyone I'm here. You never saw me. You wandered into this room and spent the night in here ALONE, understand?" It wasn't a question. Draco wasn't arguing. He knew he could never overpower Sirius.

"Just let me go," Malfoy whispered. Neither of them were able to think straight anymore. Sirius hadn't meant to get so harsh with the boy but the idea of losing his soul because he let Draco go wasn't appealing to him. The tension in the air was so thick they could both almost reach out and touch it. Sirius' hand slowly slid down from Draco's throat to his chest, applying just the right amount of pressure. Malfoy didn't try to stop it. They both knew what was coming next.

A/N: I'm sorry about the story being in one big blob before. I couldn't get it posted right. Luckily, I fixed it! YAY!! Thanks for pointing it out Slashness