Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does.

*Ch. Warning: Presently unexplained occurrences...

"Draco, are you sure my neck isn't bruised?" Harry asked as he gently tried to rub the tender spot.

Draco chuckled and pushed Harry's hand away before gently massaging his husband's neck himself. "I'm quite sure, darling," he teased. "Father didn't pet you that hard, did he?"

"Lucius didn't... but Sirius sure as hell nearly broke my bloody neck," Harry said with a content sigh, his annoyance gone for the moment. Draco's cool fingers felt like heaven on his sore neck. Sirius had been a bit overzealous once Draco had shown them his new form. Harry would need to thank Lucius later for reminding Sirius that he and Draco needed to return to school sooner rather than later.

"I was glad to see Sirius the same as always," Draco said with a soft smile.

"Me too," Harry said as he pulled Draco's hands from his neck and held them in his own hands. "He was even joking about it."

"And I'm sure he'll try to find some way to compete with Remus about it," Draco chuckled. Harry laughed as well and pulled Draco against his chest. They stopped in the middle of the corridror just outside Snape's office.

"We've already missed Potions, and Snape knew where we were..." Harry nuzzled into Draco's neck. "Why did we have to come back so soon?"

"Because," Draco whispered seductively, "you insisted on being the ever-so-obedient Gryffindor yet again... You can't even bend the rules for me? Where's your inner Slytherin?"

Harry chuckled and gave Draco a quick kiss on the cheek. "One of us has to be responsible," he teased as he began to walk again. If they hurried, they would make it to their next class right on time.

"Malfoys are always responsible," Draco said raising his chin proudly.

"Draco," Harry said raising an eyebrow.

Draco laughed at his husband's tone. "Fine then... Potters are always responsible."

"Mmmm," Harry smiled. He slung his arm over Draco's shoulder. "I love the way you sound with my last name."

"It's a really good family name," Draco smiled leaning in to Harry's side. They were almost out of the dungeons, so he wanted to stay as close to his husband as he could until they had to split ways once again. He would be heading to Charms while Harry headed to Transfigurations.

Harry suddenly wrapped both arms around Draco's middle before lifting him in the air and spinning in a circle. "I can't wait to start our family."

Draco's silver eyes grew warmer after Harry finally put him down. Was it even possible to love someone so much? "Me either, Harry." Harry smiled broadly and held Draco's hand comfortably as they reached the door leading out of the dungeons.

"I love you," Harry said voicing Draco's previous thoughts. "It almost feels impossibble to love you so much..."

"I was thinking the same thing," Draco smiled in return. Harry put him down after giving him another brief kiss. He pulled the door before them open and immediately wished he hadn't.

A wave of intense heat blasted Harry and Draco back into the dungeon hallway. Pieces of debree followed them and gave each of them a small array of various cuts and scrapes, though they all began to heal rather quickly. "What the bloody hell was that?" Harry screamed over a loud roaring that suddenly accompanied the previous blast. He hurried over to Draco's side and helped him to his feet.

"Someone's attacking the castle!" Draco replied. That was the only logical explanation- and it was only the beginning of the school year. How had the attackers gotten in? Draco grabbed Harry's arm to pull him to the door... but before the pair could leave, they were both thrown back onto the ground by a sudden tremor that shook down to the very core of the castle. Draco grunted in pain as Harry landed on top of him.

"Shit! Draco, I'm sorry!" Harry said as he threw himself off of his smaller mate.

"I'm fine," Draco said with a deep breath. He rolled over onto his stomach to push himself up with shaky arms. He was actually beginning to feel quite nauteous. The castle shook again and nearly knocked him back onto the ground. Harry quickly steadied him.

"We need to get out of here," Harry said as he began pulling Draco to the door. As soon as they reached the door for the second time since their return to Hogwarts, the loud roaring stopped as suddenly as it had started. Harry wrenched open the door. One last tremor threw Harry and Draco into the corridor.

"I'm tired of the bloody ground!" Harry growled as he made sure Draco landed on top of him that time.

"Harry?" called a vaguely familiar voice as a lone figure came into view.

Harry registered that the voice belonged to a sixth-year prefect in his own house: William Threshing. The blue-eyed brunette was really intelligent and had a crush on Ginny. Harry rather liked the lad. "Will?" he called as he once again helped Draco to his feet and made sure there was no stray debree on his robes.

"Thank goodness you're alright! We had no idea where Professor Snape had taken-" Will exclaimed as he rushed over to the dirty pair. He stopped at the sight of their slightly torn and dusty attire. "What happened to your robes?"

"What happened to our bloody robes?" Draco asked in annoyance. "Did you not just feel those tremors... or that explosion?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Will said with a puzzled raise of his naturally sculpted eyebrow. "We were worried Snape had finally decided to kill Harry off... What explosion?"

Harry sent Draco a look that clearly told him not to say anything else about it. "It must have been Peeves playing more of his tricks," Harry replied with a glare up at the ceiling. "Sodding poltergeist."

Will spared one more look at their rugged attire but accepted the excuse. Harry was rather good at lying. "Well, Professor Dumebledore wants to see you in his office right away. Ron and Hermione are already there waiting."

"Thank you, Will," Harry smiled. "See you later, Malfoy," he said with a nod before allowing Will to escort him to the Headmaster. We'll need to talk to Snape as soon as we can, he mentally told Draco as he walked down the corridor.

I think I'm going to head to Madam Pompfrey, Draco replied after a few seconds of silence.

What's wrong? Harry asked worriedly. He was just about to turn around to and go back to Draco when the air around him began to grow unusually hot. "Will, do you feel that?"

"What's going on, Harry?" Will asked, fear evident in his voice. He took a few steps closer to the Head Boy and pulled out his wand.

"I'm not sure," Harry replied as he pulled out his own wand. He transfigured a suit of armor they were stopped next to into a shield. "I think we'll need this," he said as he pulled Will beneath the protective covering. Just as they disappeared below the shield, an explosion rang out in the corridor. Will jumped in surprise and Harry cursed when a piece of debree managed to find a way beneath their fortress and cut into his back. Worry set in when Harry felt that the wound was not immediately healing on its own. He bit his lip to block out the hiss of pain he wanted so desperately to release and instead, he stood up and threw the shield away. It turned back into a suit of amor. "Will, cover you ears."

Will did as he was told just as the loud roaring errupted in the hall. Draco, there was another blast with the roaring. Do you feel it?

No... Are you alright? Draco's voice was worried.

I'm fine... But as the thought entered his mind, a fierce pain shot up and down Harry's spine. He could not hold back the sound of pain this time. A sudden tremor shook the castle once again and threw him onto his back just two feet away from Will. He screamed again.

"Harry!" Will called as he crawled over to Harry. "You're bleeding!"

Another tremor caused pictures to fall off of the wall before Harry could say anything. Will groaned as one of the smaller frames landed on top of him. He made quick work of throwing it off... Then everything grew calm once again.

"Harry, we need to get you to the Infirmary," Will said in a hurry as he tried to pick Harry up. The black-haired teen was too heavy for him so he settled for a hasty levitating charm that only lifted Harry three inches off of the ground.

"Will- goddammit," Harry said through gritted teeth. His back was really beginning to hurt even more. Draco, something hit me in this last blast... Holy shit- it hurts like hell and is not healing up...

As Will hurried down the corridor, he screamed slightly when Draco seemed to Apparate right next to him. Apparation should not have been allowed... "M-malfoy?" he stuttered.

"Stop," Draco said sternly as he looked down at Harry's floating form. Will obeyed. "Go find Professor Snape and bring him to the Infirmary." The sixth-year Gryffindor waited for Harry to nod his approval before running off to do as he was told. "Alright, Harry," Draco said softly, "where were you hit?"

"Back," Harry forced out as the pain grew to an alarmingly agonizing level.

Draco gently rolled Harry onto his side... Harry was not comforted by his husband's sharp intake of breath...

DrarryTLA

"Alright class, open your books and turn to page three-hundred and ninety-four," Professor Snape droned as he slowly made his way around the room full of first-year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. He had almost decided to just not come to school today at all, but since the Dark Lord had left, there was nothing that needed to be done or looked after. Voldemort's odd behavior, however, had been on his mind all day so far. There was just something that was so... well, the only word that came to his mind was nostalgic... He could not explain the odd feeling.

Before he couls spend much more time contemplating the Dark Lord's behaviour, there was an explosion.

After years and years of teaching children how to brew potions, Snape had become an expert in the art of explosions. He could tell mistake had caused any explosion that took place in his potions labs... Today, however, was a differnet matter altogether. This explosion seemed to be completely magic-based- it came from no potion of his students or himself...

Snape drew his wand and threw out as many repairing charms, first-aid blasts, shields, and claming curses as he could to ease the confused fear coming from his screaming first-years. He cursed as a tremor shook the entire room roughly. Cauldrons fell off of the tables and the various potion ingredients that they would have needed for that day fell to the floor. Many of the students accompanied the falling objects.

After two more tremors and a loud roar, Snape used a Sonorous charm to elevate his voice above the terrified first-years. "Do not be frightened! The tremors have ceased! Quickly return to your seats!"

Each student did as he/she was told. Snape did a quick cleaning charm on the entire room so none of the students were injured by the broken vials or cauldrons- some of the ingredients could have been particularly nasty had they been handled without protection. Luckily, none of the serious ingredients had been broken.

After the children were all seated, a loud chorus of questions errupted around the room. "What was that? Were we attacked? Was it my fault? Death-Eaters?" and many more all were left unanswered...

Snape knew nothing of the odd blast's origins... He only hoped the rest of the castle was okay...

Little did he know that the odd blasts and tremors had only affected a few chosen people...