A/N So I know it's been a long time and I am sorry :( please don't kill me :)

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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter...if I did, I would not need to do A-Levels as I could be watching Harry and Drao instead ;)

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Severus Snape watched his best friend and Godson leave before turning to the pale teen in the bed beside him. Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed and ran his hands down his face. Roughly shaking himself, he turned to Harry and nodded silently.

'Always you isn't it Mr Potter? Have to play the hero once again. Does it matter that it's my best friend you helped? Probably. Do I care? No. Do I want to help you? Not particularly; but seeing as you helped Lucius and you could also help me, I might just see what I can do. Let me make one thing clear though, my opinion of you has not changed and I still loathe you and you, me. I will help you so you can make Draco of ease and then you can help me…this is a beneficial action to me. Any question or comments?' Snape looked down at the unconscious teen and smirked. 'Didn't think so. Lets get on with it shall we Potter?'

Snape pulled aside Harry's shirt and grimaced as the Mark reared on his chest at the fresh air. It curled around and slithered its tongue out, lapping at Harry's skin and making Snape shiver with unease.

'Your chest Potter? Are you really so vain and big headed you put it on your chest so people have to see your physique before tending to the problem in hand? I can't imagine anywhere else your father would have put it either, except around his cock most likely, he always thought he was so well endowed…or…' Snape cut off as he saw the Mark writhe around on the teen's chest, the tail pulled out from under the skin slightly but pushed back in after a few seconds. Snape stared at it dumbfounded and reached for the bag he had brought with him. Scrabbling inside, he found what he was looking for and took them out after scanning the room for other people. Straightening up, he placed the glasses on and audibly gasped. The Animadverto Veneficus glasses allowed him to see any magic surrounding people and also any thing connected to that magic. Staring down at Harry, Snape could see the pale green emotions feeding into the Mark and the thicker red ones trying to fight it. The gold of his own power was battling with the silver of the Mark's but not quite vanquishing it. Snape removed the glasses and sat on the bed next to Harry. He wiped the teen's hair from his forehead and sighed deeply.

'Sorry Potter, I wouldn't have wished this on you. Now I see the price you are paying for helping Lucius, I will truly try my best to help you in return.' He replaced the glasses and concentrated on the Mark. With a whispered 'promptus contemno' Snape could see the hold the Mark had on Harry. It was extracting green strands of hate emotion from Harry's heart, the greatest source in him. For once, Snape did not despise Harry for his immense love for everyone. He did not have enough hate for the Mark to survive on the arm. Muttering under his breath about sadists who couldn't leave teenagers alone, Snape set to work trying to break the bond.

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Four hours later, Snape stopped and conceded defeat, an act which both angered and surprised him, but there was nothing he could physically do. Sighing, he wiped at his forehead and stared down at the boy in the bed.

'I'm sorry Potter, I really am.' Severus bowed his head.

'It's okay sir, I know you tried.' Severus' head snapped up to see Harry staring up at him, tears lining his eyes. 'I really got myself into it this time didn't I?'

'Of course you did, you're Potter.' Harry chuckled but then winced in pain.

'It's like…' He started but he paused when he realised who he was talking to.

'Potter, I'm your best hope, don't hold back on me you foolish boy.' Snape snapped. Harry nodded slowly before beginning again.

'It's like … someone's opened a hole in me, a hole which takes all my happiness away. I think of Dray and then I get angry and when I get angry the pain starts but if I stop being angry it starts hurting more…I can't be angry all the time Professor…I can't.' Harry felt his face heat up as a tear slid down his face.

'Harry, it's not your fault. People have difficulty handling it when it's on their arm, let alone their heart – and they have it by choice. Yours isn't by choice, it is done out of sacrifice…you were willing to help someone you barely knew without thinking of the sacrifices you yourself would have to make…a foolish action but brave. It is precisely because of this that it hurts so much. The Mark feeds on anger; I know that much but you have hardly any anger so it traces itself back to your heart. That's why it hurts so much.' Harry nodded before closing his eyes.

'Did you mean it?' Snape stared at him blankly before realising Harry had his eyes closed.

'Mean what?'

'What you said earlier…about not wanting to wish it on me.' Snape looked at the door as if to check for intruders but was unsurprised when no one was there. A little truth wouldn't go unwanted.

'Yes.' He whispered.

'Thank you.' Harry said softly back and Snape took his leave and stood to make his way to the door. 'I have no hate for you Snape.' Harry said, eyes still closed against Snape's reaction.

'Nor me Potter.' Snape replied before opening the door.

'Can you ask Dray in please?' Harry called from the bed.

'Of course.' Snape said curtly before stepping from the room.

He stepped outside the room and was met by two pairs of equally hopeful eyes.

'Is he…?' He vaguely heard Draco ask the question before calculating his response.

'He's awake.' He said shortly, immediately he felt Draco push past him and enter the room. He turned to Lucius and felt the disappointment consume him. 'There was nothing I could do.' He said softly before a tear slipped out of his eye. 'I've helped people all my life, people I didn't know, people I didn't want to help but the one I do, I can't.' Severus allowed himself to be pulled into a hug and reached out for the comfort that his usually cold friend was giving him.

'This will kill Draco.' He heard Lucius murmur into his hair before he became aware of the anguished cries of his Godson. Pulling back from Lucius' arms, Snape wiped his eyes and stepped towards the room. He was stopped by Lucius placing a hand on his arm.

'Leave him to it Sev; he doesn't need anyone telling him how we can't help Harry right now.' Snape looked between the door and his friend before nodding. He wanted to go and comfort Draco as much as he wanted to run away. The feeling of guilt overcame him as he pushed himself from Lucius and strode down the corridor. Harry Potter was the one person you could count on for saving you and he always did, but when he needed to be saved in return there was no one who could do it. This is what haunted Severus Snape as he strode away from his failure, this and the knowledge that he had once again failed Lily in his promise to protect her son.

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Draco waited in apprehension for his Godfather to come back out. If one person could save Harry, then it would be Severus Snape. Sure Snape hated the boy, but that didn't mean he couldn't or wouldn't do it. Draco felt his heart thudding as he peered over at the bed and at the teen that lay in it. Harry was staring up at the ceiling unblinkingly and without expression, making Draco rush to the side of the bed and clasp his hand.

'Did he do it? Harry?' Harry turned his head to stare at Draco as a tear slipped out of his eye.

'Dray,' he said hoarsely, 'I'm so sorry.' Draco felt his world crumble as he took in the impact of Harry's words. Harry had freed his father only to be ensnared himself, Draco began to hate himself for asking Harry to remove the Mark…at least his father could handle it.

'Yeah well sorry isn't going to cut it Harry.' Harry stared at Draco and frowned slightly. 'I mean 'sorry' won't get you out the mess I placed you in, 'sorry' won't stop your pain, and 'sorry' doesn't do anything.' Draco closed his eyes and allowed the tears brimming to fall as he clutched onto Harry's hand.

Harry felt his heart swell when he realised Draco was saying 'sorry' was a good enough excuse for himself to use. Harry pulled Draco's hand up to his mouth and kissed it.

'I put myself there Draco, not you…don't you ever think that. I offered without doing the proper research I should have done.' Draco nodded slightly and swallowed the rest of his tears.

'But you're still bed ridden' he whispered. Harry gently shook of Draco's hand and swept the bed covers to one side. Gritting his teeth, he swung his legs over the side and gingerly stood, he had no idea how much energy the Mark would have taken from him. Carefully, he made his way over to Draco and pulled the blond to stand with him.

'I'm not Dray, I was weak as the Mark was working but that's it.' Draco glanced up at Harry and smiled, gaining one in response. 'Do me a favour Dray?' Harry said softly.

'Anything.' Draco replied.

'Dance with me?' Draco pulled back from the hug they had ended in and stared up at Harry, who had begun to blush.

'Dance?' Harry hung his head.

'I've never danced with anyone I love and I want to with you.' Harry bit his lip, examining Draco's reaction. His heart began to sink as Draco frowned.

'We have no music.' The blonde whispered. Harry chuckled.

'We don't need any.' He whispered back. Without warning, he pulled Draco flush to him and began swaying with him, in their own melody. Harry got lost in the feel of Draco in his arms and the feel of Draco's heart beating against his chest. The raw love he felt for Draco soon began to reach the Dark Mark and Harry's chest began to burn. He ignored it, wishing to savour the moment he was sharing with Draco. The moment was ruined however when the blonde jumped back with a yelp.

'What the bloody hell was that?' Harry looked at Draco before bursting into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. Draco huffed. 'I don't see what is so funny.' He said haughtily.

'You…you sounded just like Ron then.' He said between bursts of giggles. Draco's jaw dropped in horror.

'I most certainly did not.' He shot back. Harry controlled his giggles slightly.

'You did too, you said 'bloody' a common word used by Ron… a LOT.' Draco looked offended.

'Never compare a Malfoy to a Weasley Harry.' Harry stopped his giggling.

'Why ever not?' He asked, mischief glinting in his eyes.

'Because they are peasants and low life people and people like…'

'Me.' Harry cut in.

'Exactly.' Draco replied before realising what he had said. Harry's eyes narrowed, all mischief gone. 'No, wait…that's not what I meant.' Harry crossed his arms.

'Then what did you mean? I am like the Weasleys.' Draco snorted.

'You are nothing like the Weasleys Harry.' Harry glared at him.

'How am I not?'

'You have class and you're dating me…I don't date a nobody.' Harry just stared at him in surprise.

'So the great Draco Malfoy reveals his colours. He doesn't date a nobody. I was a nobody Draco…up until I was eleven. The minute I entered the Wizarding World I became somebody.' Draco nodded.

'Exactly so you're somebody.'

'So you're saying if I had no name like The Chosen One, or The Boy Who Lived, you wouldn't date me? What if I had the same looks and personality?' Draco sighed.

'I would date you if I knew you.'

'But you wouldn't know me if I didn't have a name because you wouldn't want to know me.' Harry countered.

'Harry why are we talking about this?' Harry threw his hands up to the ceiling.

'You brought it up.' Draco frowned.

'I brought up the Weasleys.'

'Who you then insulted and hence insulted me.' Harry turned and started walking to the window.

'I don't see how insulting the Weasleys insults you Harry.' Draco said to his back. Harry whirled around.

'BECAUSE THEY'RE MY FRIENDS!' He bellowed. Draco took a step back as power emanated from Harry. The window had been blown open and the winds coming through it whirled around Harry, its fingers ruffling his hair and tearing at his clothes. Harry's eyes were a deeper green than Draco had ever seen them, radiating anger, hatred and pain. That was when Draco saw it. In the wind pulling at Harry's clothes, they exposed the Mark, writhing and growing bigger, sliding over Harry's chest, reaching around itself, tongue darting out. Draco swallowed.

'Harry calm down love.' Harry made a frustrated sound.

'Don't tell me to calm down.' He cried.

'Harry please, the Mark…'

'The Mark has nothing to do with it,' Harry yelled, 'why must you bring it in every time?'

'Harry just look at it.' Draco pleaded.

Harry closed his eyes tight and shook his head. Anger and hatred consumed him, confusing his other emotions but one came barrelling through them. It burst through them, talking prominence against the others, making Harry pay attention to it. Love. It swept through Harry's veins, cutting off all anger, all hatred, bringing it back to the heart of Harry and making him focus. Harry ran his hand through his hair and pulled at it in frustration. His head felt as if it would explode, his heart beat so hard he was sure Draco could see the imprint against his chest. Harry felt a blazing heat course through him as he crumpled to the floor.

Within an instant, Draco was beside him, pulling him into his arms and soothing back his hair.

'Harry, it's okay…I've got you.' Harry opened his eyes to see Draco staring down at him and guilt consumed him.

'I'm sorry.' He murmured before pulling Draco down in a kiss. Draco kissed back tenderly, almost hesitantly, before Harry placed a hand at the back of his neck, forcing him to deepen the kiss. Tongues came out to duel and, with Draco winning, Harry was lain on the floor below Draco. Draco kissed a trail down Harry's neck and over his collar bone, undoing the buttons on both shirts at the same time. Once the buttons had been undone, Draco swept the shirts from them and lay along the length of Harry, kissing him deeply. Harry groaned into the kiss, massaging Draco's tongue with his own and reaching down to grasp Draco's bum, pushing their erections together.

Draco broke the kiss, nibbling and sucking his way down Harry's chest, avoiding the Dark Mark and reaching the waist band of Harry's pyjama bottoms; ones Kinks had out him in no doubt. Grinning up at Harry, he pulled them down, boxers along too, to glance at Harry's weeping shaft. Blowing on the tip, he licked the top teasingly before taking the whole lot in one swoop. Harry cried out and buried his hands in Draco's hair, urging him on. Draco swirled his tongue, sucked roughly and massaged Harry's balls until he was a quivering, gasping mess on the carpet. Before he had chance to come, Draco released him with a 'pop'. Harry frowned down at him.

'I want you to come with me inside you.' He said huskily. Harry whimpered and sat up roughly, pulling his trousers off his feet along with his boxers. Draco chuckled before digesting himself of his own clothes and casting a simple Stretching and Lubricating spell on them both. He flipped Harry onto his stomach and aligned himself. With one hand on Harry's hips, Draco squeezed softly and entered him gently and slowly. A tight heat encased him and he closed his eyes, not wanting to move but not wanting to lose control.

'You asleep up there?' Harry called from below him. Draco smiled.

'Not asleep, just don't want to hurt you.' He replied. Harry scoffed in response.

'I'm not a porcelain doll Dray, you can move.' Draco chuckled before pulling out and thrusting back in again, physically moving Harry along the carpet. Harry groaned and Draco set their pace up. Thrusting into Harry, he angled them so they hit Harry's prostate, causing the younger boy to see stars. Before long a thin sheen of sweat covered their bodies and they were a mass of limbs and moans. With a few more angled thrusts and the friction of the carpet against his cock, had Harry coming hard with a cry of 'Draco' and gasp as his orgasm carried him away. Hearing his name made Draco come so hard he saw stars as his orgasm swept over him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over them, bringing them immense pleasure and a satisfied feeling. Pulling out of Harry, Draco lay beside him so they were facing each other. He examined the Mark.

It was the same shape as the others but it was bigger, bigger than what it had been before he had sought help. Pushing the thought away, he opened his mouth but was interrupted by the door opening and his father staring down at them. The older blonde coloured before staring evenly at his son.

'Classy Draco.' He bit out before sweeping from the room. Draco felt humiliation flood his cheeks before he realised Harry was saying his name.

'Draco?' Draco matched Harry's gaze. 'I think your father has seen my arse too many times.'

A/N So there you have it. Once again I'm so sorry for the wait in the update but I reasoned (as it was my Birthday on Monday) that if I was getting stuff you should too :) Hence I gave up an evening of Chemistry and English to bring you this :) Hope you appreciate it!

I don't know when the next update will be but hopefully soon :) Please Review !

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