"Have I Ever Told you…"

By: Jaylynn Jean Lee

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter or anyone else in this story.

Dedications: Due to the OVERWHELMING (twenty-six) amount of reviews I got on my third chapter, I decided to get on with the next one. Thanks to everyone who reviewed.

This is 'specially for my sissy, Kitty Cat (AKA: Unstopable Writer of Dreams (If you haven't read her story "A Meeting to Remember"[Also Harry Potter fic] you SERIOUSLY will want to. It's a lot better than this one here! Believe me! ) writes about Sirius…lmao, she's my sissy…she gets Sirius, I get Draco…'s all even!) Thanks Kitty!

This will definitely be the next to next to last fic. Hmm…I confused myself again…oh well, I'm sorry ahead of time.

But, I'll make you guys an offer…if you guys can reach the number of reviews that I'm thinking at this very moment, somewhere between 40 and 42, on chapter six, I'll do a sequel. How about a…. *Nc-17* sequel? Huh huh huh? Lmao

And thank you, to everyone who has reviewed past and present. I appreciate every word you guys have said. Thank you again.

Now that that's over, on with the fic!

Chapter 5

"Ron!" Hermione called up the Griffindor boy tower the next day.

"Our seventh and final year at Hogwarts is next year! Yes! No! Yes! No! Dammit! I can't think today!" Ron exclaimed as he came down the stairs and sat in one of the vacant chairs in the Griffindor common room.

"Are you sure that just started today, Ron?" Hermione asked trying to hold back a chuckle.

"Oh, shut up, Hermione," Ron said throwing her a glare.

A few minutes after Ron and Hermione got into their staring contest, Harry came down the stairs in a singsong mood singing the muggle song "Butterfly" by Crazy Town.

"I don't deserve you,

Unless it's some kind of hidden message,

To show me life is precious;

Then I guess it's true.

But to tell truth I really never knew till I met you.

See I was lost and confused,

Twisted and used up;

Knew a better life existed but thought that I missed it," Harry sang out.

"My lifestyle's wild, I was living like a wild child;

Trapped on a short leash paroled the police files.

So yo what's happening now?

I see the sun breaking in through dark clouds,

And a vision of you, standing out in a crowd."

"Happy today, Harry?" Ron asked as Harry jumped onto the fluffy couch.

"Yup!" Harry grabbed a crimson cushion off the golden couch and hugged it tightly then laid down sighing and closing his eyes.

Draco danced around his dormitory. Practically walking on air. On cloud nine. Feeling as if he could touch the sky. Draco was, to say the least, ecstatic, that he had finally gotten him and Harry out in the open.

Draco sighed and plopped down on his green and silver four poster, just in time for a giant eagle owl to come fluttering in the window. The owl had a letter attached to its leg in a silver colored parchment that only his father used for business.

Draco untied the letter and opened it. It read:

Dear Draco,

How are you, darling? Good I hope, because I have bad news for you. Your father passed away last night, I'm sorry to say. He was very fond of you, you know that right?

He left three things in your possession: The house-elves, "Take care of them for me," your father wrote; The Manor; and everything in the attic.

No body has been in the attic, that I know of, since at least you were born, so b-e c-a-r-e-f-u-l.

I'm going to stay in Germany with your Grandmother for a few days. She seems pretty shook up about this…in a positive way, more or less.

Be good for me, and don't get hurt. You're the only thing I have right now, and I don't want to lose you, precious.

Your loving mother,

Narcissa Malfoy

"Oh, man. Dad died?" Draco questioned himself with tears in his eyes. "I've got to go tell Harry." And with that, he ran out of the dormitory, up the stairs to the common room and up the stairs to the hallway.

"Oh, Merlin's beard. Which way to the Griffindor tower?" Draco said silently as he stood at a fork in the…er, hallway.

"My-dead-grand-mo-ther-said-you-are-it!" He said pointing to the left corridor. "Okay! That works!" And started running down that hallway…only to find himself face to face with Fluffy, the three-headed dog ("I'm baaaaackkkk!").

"Wrong way! Wrong way!" Draco yelled as he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, hearing Fluffy bark in the background. "It's times like these that makes you wish that you could carry your broom with you everywhere!" Draco ran out of the end of the corridor and into the one he was supposed to go into the first time. "Thanks a lot grandma! Now I at least know why you're dead!"

The silver haired boy ran up a few more flights of steps before stopping to rest, sitting on a step that almost froze his butt as soon as he touched it. In five minutes, Draco was up and running again. Up the stairs and stopped dead in front of the picture of the Fat Lady.

"Password?" She almost yelled.

"Uh…er, snogglesburg?" Draco said questioningly.

"No, try again."

"Lemon drop?"

"No."

"Oh, c'mon lady! Just let me in!"

"Bingo!" The Fat Lady yelled and opened up.

"That's it?" Draco said with a look that said 'what just happened and why did I miss it?' He shrugged and went it. Harry looked over at the door, upon hearing a "bingo!" sound in the hallway.

"Draco?!" Harry yelped as the silver-eyed boy came in the hole…er, door thingee…door! I said door! (*Sniff* everyone's making fun of me now *bawls in the corner*)

"The one and only," Draco said coolly.

"What're you doing here? This is the Griffindor tower. You're a Slytherin," Harry said almost scolding him.

"I came here to show you this," Draco pressed the letter from Narcissa into Harry's hands.

Harry read through the letter quickly and turned to his boyfriend with a look that plainly said, "I'M SO SORRY!"

"Your…dad…died, Draco?" Hermione and Ron gasped at this news, "I'm so sorry," Harry said, like he meant it.

"Aw, it's alright. I hated the old git anyway."

"But, he left you some really big things. The mansion, the house-elves, and everything in the attic. That's some big stuff."

"I know, but he's dead now, so what can he do now?"

"Good point," Harry said nodding.

"Yup, I thought so."

"So, what are you gonna do with the mansion, Draco?" Hermione asked, trying to be kind towards the blonde haired boy.

"I'll keep it. It might be of use someday," Draco said looking at Harry sweetly.

"Hey, um, Draco? How'd you find the way up here?" Ron asked.

"Well, er, trial and error. Did you know that there is this giant three headed dog in one of the corridors down stairs?"

"Fluffy's back?!" Hermione almost screeched.

"Ow! Pain in the ear, ouch," Ron whimpered as he held the ear that was closest to the brunette.

"Sorry, Fluffy's back?" Hermione said a bit quieter.

"That thing has a name?" Draco asked. "And where's it back from? Hell?"

"Well, yes and no," Ron answered.

"'Yes and no?' What do you mean?"

"Cerubeus is the three headed dog that guards the gates to Hades, or more better known as Fluffy. And, in our first year, Fluffy was guarding the trap door to the Sorcerer's Stone," Hermione answered once again. "In which Harry here, saved," she said motioning to Harry, "and the whole world rejoiced once again, that he has saved the world, yet again, from the Dark Lord."

"O…k…."

"Does that answer your question? Good, moving on!" Hermione said, going back to work on her Ancient Runes project that was due the next Monday.

"Professor McGonagall? When is the next Hogsmeade trip?" Harry asked the following Monday after Charms class.

"It would be this coming Saturday, Mr. Potter," the stern looking Professor said behind her spectacles.

"Thank you, Professor," Harry quietly said before walking out of the stuffy room. Ron waited on the other side of the door.

"Well? When is it?" He asked anxiously.

"This coming Saturday."

"That's only two more days!"

"Yeah, I know. I can't wait to see Snuffles again."

"Yup, Snuffles and Fluffy."

"Oh, I forgot all about Fluffy. I wonder what she looks like," Harry said wondering.

"Me too. Maybe she's really tall, and really pretty."

"And has dark hair, just like mine."

"No, I bet she has red hair just like mine," Ron said pointing to his own.

"Okay, tall, red hair…but what does she do for a living?"

"I'd bet she's an actress! A singer!"

"Yeah!"

"Gonna meet Fluffy, gonna meet Fluffy!" Harry sang as he, Ron, Draco, Hermione, Goyle and Crabbe walked towards Hogsmeade.

"Harry! Calm…down! Gosh," Draco almost yelled.

"Sorry! I'm just gonna meet Fluffy!" The dark brunette sang loudly, yet again.

The five boys (Hermione wanted to go into the Three Broomsticks) made their way past the Shrieking Shack. Crabbe picked up a handful of mud, remembering his third year.

Draco turned around with a face that said "If you so as dare to do what I think you're gonna do with that mud, you're as dead as dirt."

Crabbe must've read his mind, because he slowly let the mud drop to the ground, wiped his hands on his robes and walked on.

"Crabbe? Goyle? You guys wouldn't mind if just us three went to see Snuffles and Fluffy…would you?" Harry asked.

"Oh, sure, we don't mind," Crabbe grunted.

"Good boys, we'll see you in about," Draco looked at his watch," about twenty minutes at Zonko's," Draco turned on his heel and walked towards Harry and Ron.

Harry nodded in amusement.

"Gosh, the way you command those guys, it's like you own them."

"Well, technically, I do…well, not me, persay. My dad does, or did."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"Their dads, Crabbe and Goyle Senior, works for Vold…"

"Don't say it!" Ron yelled.

"Uh, kay, he-who-must-not-be-named, they worked for he-who-must-not-be-named, and so did my dad. Death Eaters belong to eachother and the Dark Lord," Draco shrugged and walked on. Ron and Harry ran to catch up to the blond.

Not too soon after that, they came upon a black shaggy dog.

"Snuffles!" Harry almost yelled.

"This is Snuffles?" Draco asked.

"Yup!"

Snuffles turned into his human form, Sirius Black after they were in the cave where he stayed when he was visiting Hogsmeade. Harry noticed a small black cat, almost a kitten, sleeping in the corner of the cave.

"Is that…?"

"Yeah, that's Callista," Sirius whispered.

The cat's ears perked up at the sound of voices.

"Kitty Cat, you need to get up. We have visitors."

The cat got to it's feet, yawned, stretched and looked at the three people standing in front of her. She cocked her head to one side and turned into her human form…Callista Bailey.

Callista had dark brown curly hair, green eyes like Harry's, gold framed glasses and a light blue robe on that made her eyes stand out.

"Hello, Harry," she spoke, holding out her hand for the darker brunette to shake.

"Hello, Callista."

"Oh, please! Call me Cat!" She almost laughed.

"Uh, okay. Um, this is Draco Malfoy," Harry said motioning to the blonde, "and this is Ron Weasley," he motioned to Ron.

"Hello," she waved.

Ron and Draco waved back briefly.

Sirius looked at Draco disapprovingly.

"Malfoy…I know that name," Sirius said thoughtfully, "Is your dad a death eater?"

"Uh, keyword: was."

"What do you mean, 'was'?"

"He died four days ago," Draco said sadly. (the day he got the letter + the two days + the day his dad died = four days ago.)

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sirius said just as thoughtful as he looked.

"It's aright. I didn't really like him anyway."

"Oh! Well, okay then!" The dog-man said slightly shocked.*

"Hey, Harry? We need to get. I told Crabbe and Goyle we'd meet 'em in twenty minutes and we had like two left," Draco said looking at his watch.

"Okay, well. It was nice meeting you Cat."

She bowed her head.

"And I'll talk to you later okay, Sirius?"

"Okay, and *don't* get into any trouble, Harry," He said scolding him.

"Uh, I'll try not to," Harry said laughing.

"And I won't let him!" Draco said joining in.

"I won't either!" Ron said.

Sirius and Cat shook their heads and shooed them out of the cave.

"Hey, I have to go talk to Hermione, guys," Ron said as soon as they met up with Goyle and Crabbe.

"Okay, Weasley…just don't go smoochin' on her, okay?" Draco smiled at the redhead. Ron nodded and walked off. "I think he is gonna go smooch her or somethin'."

"Draco!" Harry scolded.

"Well, he looks the type!"

"Hmm…true."

"Guess what guys?! Guess what!" Ron said excitedly, about thirty minutes later, almost ready to leave to go back to the castle.

"I'm afraid to ask, but what?" Harry asked.

"Guess…who I am going out with?"

"Hmm…. could it be," Harry paused, looking at everyone that was leaving to go back to Hogwarts, "could it be Cho?"

"Nope! Guess again."

"Pansy?"

"Ew! No!"

"Hermione?" Draco asked.

Ron nodded solemnly, happy with himself.

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A/N: Wow! I'm impressed that you made it this far without passing out, stabbing yourself or *shrugs* closing the program!

Okay, so this story is a Dr/Hp, Si/Ca, and Hr/Rw fic! I just add as I go, people. It works for me! Lmao, apparently! Okay, I'm shuttin' up now!

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FOOTNOTES:

* Pardon the dog-man thingee…. I couldn't think of anything else * bites bottom lip *