Author's note: Originally I didn't intend to stop this chapter in the manner that I did. Sadly, I'm trying to keep to an average of 5 to 6 pages a chapter so I don't burn out. I think the chapter works well as it stands and I'm quite happy with the cliff I left this time, and i promise that I will try to update as quick as I can. Thanks to everyone for the reviews and kind words, I can't describe how much it means to me...so please continue (because the ego boost really helps me write!).

Thanks to Blackmorning I have fixed a mistake that I left in my posted story. I had ended my last chapter with Harry passed out, however I had changed this in my original document, because it messed with the flow. I since changed this, Harry was now simply knocked down by a jinx. I know I have already said this but many, many, many to Blackmoring!

Five wizards stepped out from the surrounding woods, wands raised, faces hidden beneath drawn hoods, "We have no quarrel with the two of you, the blonde one is all we seek."

Sirius growled, his voice still somewhere between man and dog.

"We're well aware," answered Harry smugly, despite being surrounded.

"Then we duel?" asked a wizard to the left of Sirius.

Harry answered by smacking the wizard nearest him with a whip of light; starting the brawl. Sirius followed suit by knocking the two nearest him into one another with a 'stupefy' jinx. As the wizards collected themselves the two yet to be hit rushed Harry and Sirius. Reverting to old schoolboy habits Sirius tackled his opposer to the mud; before pounding his face repeatedly into the viscous mess, asking, "Why are you laying down on the job?"

Sirius' offensive move left Harry alone with a wandless Draco who was now clinging to his back. The large wizard rushing Harry took direction form Sirius and tackled Harry to the wet sod, knocking Draco in the opposite direction in the process; and leaving him wide open.

Harry agitatedly flicked his wand at the ogre of a wizard atop him, "Levicorpus!" The offensive wizard was sent flying somewhere into the trees from which he came.

"Bollocks!", Sirius was tackled off of his opponent as another of the wizards recovered and went to the aid of his drowning comrade. Sirius retaliated by reverting to his dog form and grabbing his attacker by the arm. Once Sirius had hold, he took off at a run dragging the wizard behind him, aiming him towards the base of the jungle gym.

CRACK! the wizards arm was torn from the socket as his body connected with the jungle gym; while Sirius was sent rolling from the abrupt stop of his opponent's body getting personal with the gym. The broken wizard cried out as Sirius' teeth were torn from his disconnected arm, that lay twisted by his head. Sirius made a disgusted face as he returned to human form and spit out bits of flesh and muscle from his attack.

Draco stood still as stone. Some part of his brain told him that the best way to stay safe at the moment was to be immobile, and he listened. Draco stood motionless and watched as Harry and the scary naked dog/man fought for him. As Draco looked on in amazement; Harry duelled it out with one of the wizards whilst naked dog/man grappled with the other two concious wizards.

Wait only one had been knocked out.

"Harry, duck!" Draco yelled through the rain, as the last wizard raised a glowing wand at Harry.

Reflexively Harry dropped to the ground, as his opponent dived out of the way. This left Draco in the jinxes path of travel, and he was knocked out cold as the force of the spell connected with his head.

"Fucking twit!" Harry yelled in agitation as he quickly moved to his feet and aimed his wand at the wizard who had struck Draco cold.

"Obliterate!" the wizard's memory was wiped clean as the spell hit him and the result left him sitting in a large mud puddle, crying. Harry turned back with a satisfied grin and punched the wizard attempting to rush him square in the nose.

Having taken out his share of the Moreau, Harry quickly moved to Draco's side and attempted to awaken him, Draco only moaned and rolled as Harry prodded and rocked him.

Meanwhile Sirius continued to grapple with the last two wizards, until one of them kneed him in the groin. Accidental or not, Sirius gave no thought as he threw both of them to the ground and brandished his wand.

"Brachium Dissolutum!" Harry looked at his godfather in horror while the two wizards in the mud became deflated and two-dimensional as their bones dissolved like the dirt beneath them.

"Is the boy well?" Sirius asked as he stomped through the mud to Harry's side, with a satisfied grin.

"Just unconscious," answered Harry as he cradled Draco's bruised head in his hands.

After looking around to make sure all of the Moreau were either out cold or boneless blobs, Harry and Sirius apparated back to Harry's flat with the unconscious Draco.

*

Once back at the flat Harry realised that it was a bad idea to aparrate into the den, which was carpeted. Everyone's mud covered bodies soon had the carpet spotted with the brown-black goo.

"Sorry about the mud," Sirius apologised as a clump of it dislodged from his hair and splattered on the carpet. Sirius also took this moment to realise he was standing naked and mud streaked.

"Harry I think that it's best if I get home. Are you going to be okay with Draco if I leave?"

Harry nodded in response, as he called to Draco; with no avail.

"I'd give you a hug but with the mud and the—ahem–nudity I think it best to not be indecent," Sirius replied a rosy blush spreading across his face and chest.

"Like you've ever been bothered by decency," Harry laughed tiredly.

"There was a time...I think...no wait that was your mother," Harry smiled warmly at the thought of his mother, "But Remus should appreciate it, I'm constantly tending to his muddy form, it'll be like pay-back...so there better be a good shag too."

"Get home to your man, I can't stand to hear you go on about your puppy love," Harry chided, knocking Sirius lightly in one of his knees.

"Okay my boy, I'll ring you in the morning."

Harry smiled as his godfather, disappeared with a flick of his wand.

Harry drew his wand and performed cleaning charms on Draco, the carpet and himself. Once they were all cleaned Harry picked up Draco and laid him across the couch, before going to fetch him a blanket to keep him warm.

Harry was debating in his mind how he would react when Draco finally awoke. He finally settled on civility, but made no promises, Draco had that certain way of pissing people off, and Harry had always taken the bait. He had to thank him for the fight though, it was of all things fun. Harry's life had become so monotonous that a fight was the most amazing thing to happen in a while.

To be honest, since Draco had moved in Harry had noticed how much more life he had in himself. It was scary how Draco had managed to elicit such strong emotions from him; emotions strong enough to cause random acts of wandless magic and vomiting. Not that any of that was positive, but it had a positive effect on Harry. Sadly the negatives were adding up as well, Sirius had gotten dragged into this and Ron wouldn't be speaking to him for the rest of the season no doubt; but Hermione would hopefully forgive him and understand why he chose to run after Draco. If his friends decided to stay mad at him then they could suck a peg for all he cared, but they had been through worse than this, they'd pull through.

Draco stirred as Harry sat down by his side.

Harry gently placed a hand on his chest any anger melting from his resolve, "you awake?" Draco groaned in response.

"Try not to move to much, your head is going to be sore for a while," Harry's hand moved of its own accord rubbing small circles on Draco's chest as he tried to still the tumbling blonde.

"Mmm that feels nice," Draco said groggily.

Harry realised what he was doing and stopped, Draco whimpered at the loss of the sensation.

Awkward silence.

"Would you like me to put a tape in or something?" Harry asked. "You should stay down or else you might fall and bump your head again, we don't want you concussed. I'll put a movie in until you fall asleep"

"OK, what do you have?" Draco asked as he closed his eyes and settled into the couch.

Harry thought Draco had went to sleep, but then he opened his eyes to look at the dark haired boy. Draco waited for and answer.

Harry looked over to his movie collection which took up most of his entertainment centre along with the two bookshelves on either side of it. "How about you tell me what your favourite is and we can work form there."

Draco managed to turn pink despite his weakened state and the pallor of his skin. "Well...it's kind of embarrassing."

"I promise not to laugh," Harry answered placing a hand over his heart. Harry almost wanted to laugh at the situation, never had he seen Draco this sombre, and never had he heard Draco admit embarrassment.

"Romeo and Juliet."

Harry couldn't help but chuckle at Draco's choice, of all the movies. Harry found humour in how effeminate the movie choice sounded, he never imagined Draco to like a romance.

"Classic or modern?" Harry asked as he moved to the shelf that held both tapes.

"Classic," answered Draco, pinker than he was a few moments ago. Harry picked up the tape.

"Aren't you going to bed?" asked Draco looking up at Harry as he put the movie in.

"I'll wait for you to go to sleep, before I do." Harry answered.

Harry came to sit just above Draco's head, close enough that the crown of his head rested on Harry's thigh. Draco pulled himself back and allowed his head to fully rest on Harry's thigh. Harry said nothing, and missed the smile that spread over Draco's face as he turned to watch the movie.

*

"This is my favourite part," Draco announced.

"The balcony scene?" Harry asked in amazement. Draco was full of surprises it would seem.

"Yes," Draco answered.

Harry stared at him for a moment

"They're willing to change whatever they can to be with each other. Romeo is willing to give up his entire namesake to to be with the girl he loves...even if she is a bint. He even risks being killed on the spot just to see her, to talk to her. Every time I see it I either want to cry or get sick"

Ah, that charming Draco persona managed to ruin the moment; Harry managed to keep from commenting on it though.

"And why would that make you sick?" Harry asked unprepared for the answer that followed.

"Because I want a love like that. A love so strong that time is a memory and pain is nothing but a prick form a roses' thorn, that will be kissed away. I want to feel that way, I want someone to feel like that about me, I want the fairy tale. My own happily ever after, but it's a willy dream...nothing more than a fairy tale...but I still want it... Someone to wash away all the horrors I've had to face in life, I'd give anything for that. " When Draco had finished his eyes were glazed with tears and they threatened to break into shuttering sob.

There was a knock at the door. Harry ignored it for a moment.

Harry placed a hand gingerly on the side of Draco's face, which was looking up at him from his thigh, "That's not willy Draco—it's—it's beautiful." Harry allowed his thumb to reach up and wipe a stray tear from Draco's cheek.

There was another knock, louder this time.

Draco reached a hand up and hesitantly placed it on Harry's cheek, Harry leaned into the warmth of the hand. Slowly Draco began to pull Harry's head down to him until they were inches form each other, breath intermingling. Silver eyes met emerald green. Harry felt a flutter of wings in his guts, and a warm flush across his cheeks.

There was an irritated knock loud and heavy at the door, but neither Draco nor Harry heard it. They had become enraptured in each other's eyes, and the feelings that pooled out from there.

"I want you Harry," Draco whispered before he closed the gap and met Harry's lips with his own.

Harry's eyes widened in shock, before he closed them and allowed Draco slide his probing tongue past his lips.

Harry's back ached as he arched down closer to Draco, but he ignored the feeling for another, Draco's lips. They were soft, softer than anyone's lips should be, like roses petals. Somehow Draco tasted of strawberries, ripe and full of juice, and Harry savoured he taste.

Harry became aware of a cut on his lower lip, that must have came from the fight earlier. Draco's warm bubblegum tongue reached out and lapped at the cut, causing a delightful sting that sent chills through Harry.

Harry moved his hand from Draco's face down his neck and then brought it to rest behind his head, letting his thumb play at Draco's ear. Draco whimpered into Harry's mouth, and Harry reciprocated by letting a growl erupt from low in his chest. Harry turned tilted Draco's head so that he could deepen the kiss; letting his tongue explore the soft confines of Draco's mouth.

Harry and Draco broke the kiss panting for air as a small explosion rocked the room. Splinters flew in from the front hall and in the midst stood Oliver, wand drawn and face red with fury.

"I can't fucking believe it, I thought he was kidding," Came Oliver's disgusted tone.

Harry jumped up letting Draco fall back to the couch, with a grunt.

"It's not what you think," Harry tried to reason.

A vein at Oliver's temple visibly pulsed , "O, so you two weren't just tongue fucking on the couch then?"

Oliver crossed the room in three strides and caught Harry up under the arm, Draco tried to get up but his head pulsed and he dropped back with a 'thud'.

"I thought I could trust you Harry; I thought you didn't have a problem being faithful when I was away," Oliver seethed in Harry's ear, eyes wild with fury.

"Oliver! Stop, you're hurting me!" Harry cried out trying to get his lover to release him.

Draco fought to get up off the couch, "Don't you hurt him you wanker," Draco said brokenly as he stumbled on his feet.

Oliver raised a booted foot and kicked Draco squarely in the sternum. There was an audible snap as it cracked beneath the pressure and Draco went down hard. He lay gasping for breath until finally he was overcome by pain and lack of oxygen and blacked out.

Harry screamed as Oliver turned to him with a perverse smile and seethed, "It's time I show you that YOU ARE MINE!!!"

Harry connected his elbow to Oliver's face in an attempt to escape, but Oliver just continued his twisted smile through the busted lip Harry gave him, never loosening his grip. Harry went to make another attempt but Oliver had already started to drag him up the stairs, muttering, "I'll show you...you're mine."