Chapter four: Damn

"Harry," came another voice, old and gruff. A man's voice. A particular voice. It wasn't Remus or Mr. Weasley. Opening his eyes Harry was met by a pair of dark, gloomy eyes. It was Severus Snape.

Acting on quick whim and reflexes he withdrew his wand. Hidden within his draws, advised by Molly. Just in case. Now with his wand at Snape's throat he was going to take revenge. But stopped.

Remembering the dream he lowered the wand. Allowing Snape the chance-which he took- to pin the boy down. Angry, Severus pushed down his body weight on Harry. Hurting his arms. Winching Harry groaned in agony.

"What the hell do you bloody well want?!" screaming in last attempt to get free Harry kicked Snape in the sides and trying to attempt kneeing him in the groin Snape dug his nails into the younger's flesh.

"Listen Potter, and listen good boy." He warned. His tone stony. Harry became still. Frightened stiff, no one knew what the nutty professor was capable of, especially since Dumbledore was dead. Snape hated Harry with a damn passion. Bugger.

"I did what I did because Dumbledore asked me to do it. He was aware that he was going to die because I reported it to him that Draco was assigned by the dark lord to kill him, to prove his loyalty. You think I took great pride in it? No, I hated myself ever since that night." Behind those hate filled eyes Harry could just about see the angst.

Harry relaxed. He wanted to believe him. He wanted to, and he did in the end. He nodded in understanding. Snape sub-sided and backed off of Harry. Harry sat up immediately. Slightly shaken but angry, too.

"So what do you want?!" demanded Harry, eyes flaring. Severus ignored the irritated tone in the young boy's voice. And the eyes. Taking a deep breath Snape sat down by Harry's side.

"It's Malfoy. Since the incident the death eaters have been warranted to severely punish the boy, or…." he didn't continue. He didn't need to; Harry knew what they were capable of. Even to their own comrades, Men, women and children. It didn't matter. They'll do it if any one got in the way or if their master commands it.

"And?" Harry drawled. Not too sure where this was going. "He needs protection." Snape narrowed his eyes. Knowing Harry still didn't get it. That or he knew what he was going to say but not wanting to believe him, or just wanting to annoy him some more. Git.

"Yes…And, why should I care?" drawling again. Snape grinned, turning his eyes the door. Harry followed, all colour drained from his face. Draco Malfoy was standing by the dark doorway. Just as pale as Harry. Draco put on a hard face. But even in the dark Harry could see his shoulders shaking.

"Ah, for God sake, why the hell did you bring him here? Could have bloody left him in the gutter for them! For all we bloody know is he could be a goddamn spy!" Exclaimed Harry. Angry.

Malfoy lifted up his wand whispering "Luminous" the tip off Draco's wand lit up like a torch. Showing his face and lighting up the room. Harry saw Draco's eyes, they were red and wet. He's been crying, nose dribbled slightly. Even though his lips were pursed, but Harry could see his chin wobbling. Harry felt a tinge of guilt. Now he knew Malfoy was innocent. He knew Malfoy wasn't a spy.

"Malfoy." whispered Harry. "Potter." replied Draco, his voice was thick. Like he was about to cry again. Getting out of bed Harry stood up. Now noticing that Malfoy's clothes were left in tatters.

Molly came bursting in, her eyes alarmed. Pulling her nightdress tightly around her plump figure. It was late at night. "What are you doing here Severus, Draco? Harry should be asleep." so she knew Draco was here, how long had he been asleep?

"Calm down Molly, Harry was waking up anyway. No need to smother the boy." said Snape calmly. Unfazed by the woman's glare Snape rolled his eyes.

"Severus…" she complained, eyes giving off a clear warning. "Go." He did so. Once gone she turned to Draco. "Come now Draco. Go to sleep, good tuck yourself in. That's it, here's some water for you on your bed side table." She most likely gave Draco that sleeping potion. He went out like a light. Molly turned to Harry, frowning. "Are you alright love?" speaking quietly Harry smiled and replied "Yeah fine, what time is it? How long have I've been asleep for?"

Retuning the smile "Good. It's 4:27 in the morning. You've been asleep for about 48 hours. We had to force feed you, well force drink you." Molly joked. Harry forced a chuckle. Not wanting to hurt her feelings.

A pause. "Did you have any dreams Harry?" Molly asked suddenly. Anxious to know if the potion had worked. Thinking quickly "No, no, no dreams, thanks Mrs. Weasley. That did wonders." he lied. Not seeming to be convinced Molly decided not to take it any further and let the matter drop.

"Any ways dear, I think if it's possible, you should lay down and rest. Try and go back to sleep if you can." Looking frantically at Malfoy and then back at Molly. Harry was alarmed that she was to think he should sleep in the same small room as Malfoy, his one less worse enemy. Noticing this Molly interrupted his thoughts. "Oh, don't worry about Draco, Harry. He's been given the same potion as you, so he'll be out for awhile. Plus if he does wake up any time soon he won't have his wand with him to attack you with." showing him Malfoy's wand from her pocket.

Sure, a wizard with his wand is dangerous with hexes and torture curses that can kill people. But so can any muggle, with their bare hands. Good thing was that Malfoy wasn't going to wake up any time soon.

Thinking it over for a bit Harry decided to go against his gut feeling of not sleeping in the same room as Malfoy. And thought it would have been okay at least for another couple of hours. Sliding into his velvet bedding as Molly offered him some water, which he declined but she left it on the table none the less.

Saying goodnight to her as she closed the door Harry peeked over in the darkness to Draco. Who lay flat on his back fast asleep. Think he should at least do the same he mimicked his actions. As he closed his eyes he felt sleep coming for him. Thinking that it was strange to feel sleepy seeing that he had actually spent 48 hours asleep. But sleep did over take him.