AN: Here's chapter six, read, enjoy, review please. Thanks :)

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters except for the plot line of this story. All rights belong to Meyer and Rowling.

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A few days had passed since Draco was given the blood transfusion and he was already able to get out of bed and move around as much as he wanted without getting a headache. The only injury that was still obvious and annoying for him was his left broken wrist. He had asked why he had a 'cast'—which is what Jacob called it—on his arm. He was then informed how muggles heal a broken bone.

It was in these few days that Jacob was forced to tell Sam of Draco's Wizard life because, either way, Sam and the other pack members would have seen the information in his mind. Sam was not happy about it.

"We don't know anything about who he is!" Draco could hear Sam's loud booming voice coming from the other room. Draco had met Sam just moments ago and he cringed at the look of mistrust and suspicion that was sent his way. The blond was currently in Jacob's room with the door closed. Jacob and Sam argued in the living room where Jacob had gone to show Sam the vanishing cabinet, the reason Draco was there.

"That doesn't matter to me. Why are you so against him? Was it not you who told me just the other day that it is the magic in our blood that brings us together? I thought you of all people would understand!" Jacob's voice sounded strained.

"I don't have anything against him, I just…we can't trust him until we know more about him. A wizard? This is something none of the tribe elders have ever heard about before now. We need to be cautious of him. You have to understand that." Sam said.

Draco sat on the edge of the bed, hands clenched between his thighs trying to keep them warm but also trying to keep them from trembling. He was afraid something like this would happen if his 'being a wizard' secret got out. He needed to plan his departure as soon as possible.

"I do understand that, but I trust him no matter what, and it wouldn't matter to me if he was a bad person."

"And that there is the problem. It's because you imprinted on him that makes you a danger to the reservation. You would sacrifice anything and everyone for him and I can't allow that to happen." Sam's voice was calmer now.

"Would you listen to yourself?" Jacob said impatience in his voice. "You're implying him to be evil without first knowing anything about him!"

"Well then find out who he is!" Sam yelled out and a moment later the front door was slammed.

Draco sat there on the bed, hands still tucked between his thighs, dreading the moment that Jacob would walk in there. He was afraid he would ask him to confess everything, but he didn't want to explain that Sam had a point, he had been marked by evil with the dark mark and he had worked for the dark side.

As Draco waited for the door to Jacob's room to open, he thought of what they had said. Jacob had mentioned something of the magic in their blood bringing them together. What did he mean by that?

There was a hesitant knock at the door before it was opened. Jacob stood there, a frown on his face.

"I suppose you were able to hear that, huh?" Jacob asked.

"I wasn't trying to, but it was a little loud not to be able to hear." Draco said and scooted over on the bed so that Jacob could sit.

Jacob sat with a sigh escaping his lips. He looked at Draco's small form next to him and wished he could pull him into a hug, but after the other day, when Draco had pulled away from him, Jacob hadn't tried touching him again.

Draco felt so lost. He wished he could just go back home and avoid all the Sam drama and the soon to come questions, but he was too scared of what awaited him back in Wizarding London.

"I know I said before that you didn't have to tell me anything unless you wanted," Jacob said. Draco turned his head away slightly as he waited for Jacob to demand to know who he was and what he had done. "and you heard Sam saying that I needed to find out, but I just thought to let you know that I still hold true to what I said. You don't have to say a word unless you want to."

Draco turned his head to look at Jacob. He was sure he was going to be demanded to talk but instead, here he was, being supported by Jacob.

"Why?" Draco asked, "Why do you say that? How can you trust me so easily? What if I was a bad person and you're letting me stay here and—" He was silenced as Jacob placed a finger against Draco's lips.

"You're not a bad person Draco. And I can say that even without having to know anything about your past."

"How can you know?" Draco asked, his eyes glossy with unshed tears, because deep down he thought he was a bad person.

"I just know." Jacob whispered with a smile and warm, kind eyes.

Draco swallowed a large lump in his throat and then he flung himself onto Jacob. He brought his arms up and around the shifter's large form and then his tears broke free.

Jacob was surprised when he found himself with an armful of Draco but didn't hesitate to hold the smaller boy as his body trembled and tears fell on his shirt. A gasp would escape the blond every now and then—Draco was trying to hold in the tears—and Jacob would only hold him tighter.

Draco felt something he hadn't felt in a long time as he was held in Jacob's arms. He felt safe. He couldn't remember the last time this feeling coursed through his body. Not even when his mother had held him had he felt this safe. He also felt relief knowing that—for some odd reason—Jacob was there to protect him, trust him, and love him. Love me? Why does Jacob care for me like he does?

Draco's tears slowly stopped. He felt tired and his eyes slowly drooped until they were closed. He didn't even realize it as he fell into a deep and peaceful slumber.

Jacob held the boy's body to him for a while longer after Draco had fallen asleep—because he didn't know when he would be able to hold him like that again—and then carefully laid Draco on the bed and pulled the covers up to his shoulders. It was early afternoon but Jacob knew Draco had been up late last night tossing and turning for hours thinking and sighing, before he finally fell asleep. He wasn't surprised how easily the boy fell asleep now.

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Draco slowly stretched as he woke up. He realized that he must have fallen asleep in Jacob's arms and blushed at the thought. He got out of bed and just sat on the edge for a while, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was already dark outside and the small clock hanging on the wall said it was nine.

I wonder if Jacob's still here. He thought and then walked out of the small room. The house was quiet and no lights were turned on.

Draco blindly made his way to the living room and switched on the light. The first thing his eyes fell upon was the tall and ominous looking, vanishing cabinet. He eyed it wearily, recalling how it had saved his life. He couldn't help but wonder if it still worked.

Draco walked towards the cabinet, his bare feet trudging over the brown carpet. He stood in front of the cabinet looking up at it, slowly pulled the latch then swung the door open. It creaked slightly from its old age. He swallowed down the lump in his throat and stepped inside.

Draco's heart beat frantically as he considered the possibility of it working and taking him back to Hogwarts, but then there was a quick flash of Jacob's smile in his mind, and he had a hard time imagining leaving the shifter.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pulled the door shut until he heard the latch snap into place. His body trembled with nerves. What if it does take me back, somehow? I could get thrown into Azkaban. Why did I get in here? I'm so stupid! He thought as he reached out to open the door again but then froze before his hand even reached the door. What if I open the door…and I'm not in Jacob's home anymore? At this thought, he slid down to the floor of the cabinet and held his knees against his chest. Would I ever see him again? Draco felt tears running down his cheeks now as he thought of the possibility of never seeing the shifter again. For some reason, this scared him more than the thought of going to Azkaban, which scared Draco because that would mean that he felt something a lot stronger than friendship for Jacob.

Draco buried his face against his knees as he realized that it probably didn't matter anymore. He might never see him again because Draco had decided to try and see if the cabinet still worked. He was too scared to open the door and see where he was.

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Jacob had left his house while Draco slept to pick up his father from Charlie's house. He had planned on being there for a few minutes but then Billy had decided to engage himself in a long discussion on the murders and mysterious disappearances of the people in Seattle.

Jacob sat in Charlie's living room, randomly flipping through channels, when the front door opened. He didn't have to look to know that Bella and Edward had walked in. Jacob was on his feet almost immediately, quietly growling. It was a good thing Charlie and Billy were in the kitchen.

"Hey Jacob, how are you?" Bella asked cautiously as she recalled how upset Jacob had been the last time they saw each other, when she had openly chose Edward over him.

"I'm great." Jacob said not trying to be sarcastic but Bella took it as 'how the hell do you think I am?'.

"I'm really sorry Jacob." Bella said trying to approach him.

"I'm not. In fact, I've never been more grateful in my life then when you turned me away that day. I'm glad you said what you said because then, I wouldn't have gotten home when I did."

"What do you mean? What happened at your house?"

"I found my imprint, dying. If I hadn't gotten there when I did, he would have died." Jacob said sat back down, ignoring the shock on Bella's face and Edwards all knowing stupid face.

"Wait, you imprinted, on a guy?" Bella asked as she went over to sit on the couch in front of Jacob.

"His name is Draco." Edward told her.

"Stay out of my head!" Jacob growled and stood up in Edwards face.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's going on here?" Charlie said as he wheeled Billy into the living room.

"Nothing. Dad you ready to go?" Jacob asked as he walked towards the front door.

"Yes, let's go." Billy said eyeing Edward with a piercing stare.

"Jacob, wait." Bella said and followed Jacob outside while Charlie helped Billy down the front steps. "It's true then? You imprinted on a guy named Draco?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry; I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything, and you don't have to be sorry, sorry about what?"

"I'm sorry that this happened to you. I mean, it must be difficult because you like girl's and—"

"What?" Jacob glared at her. "Are you saying you feel sorry for me that I imprinted on a guy?" He asked and Bella ducked her head. "Don't you dare feel sorry for me. I couldn't be happier than I am now. After everything you put me through, don't you dare—" He cut himself off as his anger was close to reaching an altitude where he wouldn't be able to control it.

"Jacob calm down. Charlie is here, it wouldn't be good if you shifted." Jacob heard Edward whisper to him. He hadn't even noticed when the leech went to stand next to Bella.

Jacob breathed in deeply trying to calm himself as Charlie helped Billy into the car and pushed the wheelchair into the trunk.

"Alright Jacob, you're all set." Charlie said and Jacob pulled a smile and said goodbye to him before getting into the driver's seat, not even bothering to say goodbye to Bella.

"You alright?" Billy asked as Jacob raced down the road. He wanted to get as far away from there as fast as he could, and he wanted to see Draco.

"Sorry, I let them get to me."

"It's alright; I shouldn't have kept you there any longer than necessary."

They were silent the rest of the way home and when Jacob wheeled Billy inside their small house; he immediately heard Draco's frantic heartbeat coming from the vanishing cabinet.

Jacob walked over to the cabinet as Billy wheeled himself away to his room. He quickly pulled the door open, worried for the boy.

He saw Draco sitting on the floor of the cabinet, holding his legs to his chest and his face buried against his knees. He didn't have to see the tears to know they were there.

"Draco, are you ok?"

Draco snapped his head up at the sound of the shifters voice, tear staining his cheeks.

"Jacob?" Draco asked tentatively. He couldn't believe that he was still in Jacobs home.

"Who else?" Jacob smiled and Draco threw himself, once again, into Jacob's arms. This time he didn't hold back the tears or the sobs. Draco had felt his chest tighten painfully when he thought he would never see the shifter again, and to see that Jacob was there, he felt relief rush through him.

Jacob was shocked. He didn't know why Draco had been in the cabinet or why he was crying, but he tried soothing the boy either way.

He picked up the boy bridal style—Draco kept his face buried against his chest—and carried him to the room. On his way, Billy saw them and lifted his hands in question as to what happened. Jacob merely mouthed back 'later'.

Jacob tried to lay Draco down on the bed but the blond wouldn't let go of him and he fell on the bed with him. He had nearly crushed the boy with his weight but managed to hold himself up with his arms, and then he slowly lowered himself next to Draco. As soon as Jacob lay down, Draco pulled himself closer to the shifter and Jacob wrapped his arms around the boy. He couldn't possibly imagine why Draco was acting this way. The only answer he could come up with was that Draco was starting to feel something for him and he had been scared that Jacob had left him there alone. Maybe he thought I had abandoned him? Jacob thought.

Draco slowly calmed down, until he was no longer crying but he was still holding onto the shifter.

"Draco, can you tell me what happened?" Jacob asked.

Draco's voice cracked when he spoke, "I was scared."

"What were you scared of?"

"Something, I don't want to talk about it. I'm tired."

"It's ok, I'll let you sleep then." Jacob said then went to get up but Draco gasped and pulled him back down.

"Please," the blond pleaded, "stay."

Jacob smiled and nestled back down, pulling the boy closer and pulled the blanket over them.

"Of course I'll stay."

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AN: Well, not much conflict, except with Sam not trusting Draco, which will come into play later on. Hope you enjoyed this; I kind of wanted to get some emotions going and some of Draco's feelings for Jacob rising too. Well, please review, and thank you!

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