Title: New to Hogwarts, Chapter Three: Mysterious

Author: Chibi Strawberry Author's e-mail: chibinekomanda@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. But I love locking them in my closet every once in a while. I do however own Puck.

Pairing: Draco/Harry. Puck/???... M/M Rating: right now I think PG or PG-13 Feed Back: YES!! PLEASE!! You can e-mail me or post it. I don't care.

Author's notes: I like to have music to my writing so most of the time there will be a song that I think fits the mood to my story. For Draco: Disturbed-Numb For the other M/M: Disturbed-Want

Dedication: A BIG HUG and THANKS goes to Sadie for the wonderful Bata. ^_^

Summary: It's Draco and Harry. what more do you want? ^_^

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"Mr. Malfoy!... Draco!" It was Snape's voice calling him. Draco could recognize it a mile away, but he didn't want to answer. He just wanted to hold Harry.

"Harry! Draco!" The second voice belonged to Dumbledore as both Professors flew down on their brooms, towards the limp Harry and the crying Draco. "What happened?" Dumbledore placed a gentle hand on Malfoy.

"I think that Har. I think Potter is dead." Draco cried looking up at the two Professors. Snape looked away from the blood shot blue eyes to stare at the ground, gathering his own thoughts. Dumbledore gently took a hold of Draco's shoulders, lifting him up and away from the one person Draco wanted to protect.

Draco protested, but the crash, the crying took a lot out of him. He gave in with out a struggle. Dumbledore kneeled down by Harry, examining him. Snape finally looked away from the ground, looked Draco straight in the eyes and opened his arms to him. Draco rushed in Snape's arms thoughtlessly, almost knocking the two of them down.

"He's dead." Dumbledore faintly let out. Draco shook his head and buried his head in Snape's collar, crying his eyes out, like he'd never done before and Snape held him tighter.

This is wrong. He should not be in Snape's arms, not Snape's. but Harry's. Draco harshly pulled away from his Professors embrace and ran over to.

"HARRY!" Draco yelled setting up in bed. Breathing deeply he looked around the room. He was in the hospital wing, in a bed and to the left of him in his own bed laid Harry.

He knew the dream was the same every night. Harry died and Draco could do nothing to bring him back. No amount of magic could bring him back. It's been that way for three nights now. Looking slowly over at Harry lying soundless in his bed, Draco watched his chest rise and fall in breath. It was a sight that gave him a reason to take his own breath.

"Draco." A soft whisper. Puck stood in the door way, his long hair draping down over the length of his real body, his bangs dragged a little on the floor.

"Puck." Draco smiled, happy to see his friend. "I'm surprised no one heard your hooves."

"I put a silencing spell on them, before I came down." He softly laughed walking in the room, make no noise whatsoever. "I'm sorry I didn't come to see you earlier. I haven't had a chance to. So, how are you feeling? How's Harry?" Draco leaned back against his headrest as he skillfully propped his broken arm on pillows he put on his lap.

"Harry's fine, but in all honesty, I'm not sure if I'm alright" And then he giggled a little. "You know you're the first one to come and ask about me, besides Madam Pomfrey and of course all the Professors, but they asked about Harry first." A quick glance at the unconscious Harry, before returning to Puck's stare. "Of course his friends don't pay me any mind when they visit."

"What about Crabbe and Goyle?" Draco just waved his right hand in the air, dismissing the question. "Arses."

"Yeah well. I'm glad you came."

"Oy. that reminds me." Puck walked out of the room, only to walk right back in with a bag in his hand. "I brought you some stuff. Some candy. good stuff. school books, homework." Puck shifted through the bag. "Oh. I brought your wand. Professor McGonagall said that since you didn't hurt your wand hand, you can practice while you're in bed."

"Thanks.umm. I think." Draco took the bag, setting it down next to the bed.

"I've got to get back, before someone notices I'm gone." Puck leaned in to Draco warmly, kissing his forehead. "See you soon." When Puck was gone Draco couldn't fall back asleep. He guessed it had to be very late at night. There were no noises in the great castle, none he could pick up.

Draco hadn't noticed when he was talking to Puck that Harry opened his eyes, looking over at the two of them. Harry was sore all over, he could barley move. As Puck leaned and kissed Draco on the forehead, Harry's lips curled. He wanted to lash out at the gorgeous centaur before he left, but he couldn't, not to Puck. He just closed his eyes and let out a soft."Hmmm."

Draco's eyes widened as he turned to Harry's bed. The dark haired boy shifted under his covers. He quickly grabbed his wand out of his bag. Lifting it Draco lightly tapped his arm and uttered "Ferula."

A white bandage held his arm like a sling; carefully he placed his wand in the sling. Trying not to make too much noise as he tip-toed to Harry's bedside, looking down at the eye-catching wizard. Draco lifted his hand, hesitating a moment before he brushed Harry's black hair way from his face.

"Getting a good look at what Voldemort, your Dark Lord cased?" Faintly whispered under Harry's breath and Draco smiled at the taunt.

"That's unfair, Potter." Draco whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I do not serve him. Even if my father wants me to, I will not."

"Why?" He question was harsh and his voice was hoarse. Draco's ice blues found their way to Harry's greens and it made Harry forget about his pain.

"I do not have to explain myself to you, Potter." His voice was soft and somewhat seductive. One of the things Harry loved about Draco was that he could find away to get himself out of a question just by the sound of his voice.

"Who won?" Harry broke the eerie silence.

"No one won." His hand brushed his illuminating hair way from his face as he looked down at Harry. "There is to be a rematch later in the year, but both of us will not be playing. My arm is broken, for real this time. And you will heal, but not before the rematch, and your broom was destroyed." Harry looked away sinking in all the things Draco was telling him. It was the first time that Draco confessed faking his arm injury and for some reason Harry frowned at Draco's honesty. Why was he now telling him the truth?

"You only broke your arm?" Draco nodded. "Then why are you staying in the hospital wing?"

"I don't want to go back yet, Harry." Draco's simple answer complemented by his blushing face.

"Say that again."

"I didn't want to-"

"No!" Harry demanded in his rough voice, placing his hand on Draco's knee. "My name. Say it again."

"Anything you want ." Draco smiled at the knowledge that Harry was out of it. He could see it in his eyes. Harry was delirious and couldn't possible know what he was saying or doing. There is no why that Harry in his right mind would swirl his finger on Draco's leg, not that he minded.

"Harry." Draco liked saying his name. He liked the way it could be encased in a breath. It could send shivers down his spine, if it was said correctly.

"Malfoy...?" Harry slowly sat up, putting his hand to his forehead, trying to still his dizziness. "Can you get me some water?"

"I said anything you wanted. didn't I?" He laughed a little and Harry was a little caught off by it. It was the first real laugh he'd ever herd from the sliver Dragon. All the laughs he'd ever heard from him were ones out of hatred, but this one laugh it was simple and a little more frightening then he could have imagined it to be. "But only if you say my name. My first name. I want to hear it from you."

"Draco can you please get me some water. My throat is killing me." Draco just sat at the edge playing his name in Harry's sweet but drowsy voice, over and over again. "Please Draco."

"Of course." When he reached the water pitcher he noticed there was no water. He looked around the wing for other pitchers but they all were empty. Giving up Draco grabbed an empty glass, pointing his wand at it he whispered. "Havat." The glass quickly filled with cool water. Pleased with himself Draco brought the glass to Harry who took it in a hurry, chugging down the water. "OY! Slow down." He hissed at Harry. "It's not going to go anywhere."

"Thanks." Harry breathed deeply, pulling his lips away from the glass. "Can I have some mo-" The glass quickly filled to the brim on its own. Amazed and a little afraid Harry looked back at Draco.

"It's just water, you nonce!" The Dragon snapped in his defense, sitting back on Harry's bed. "I just put a spell on the glass so it will always fill itself with water."

"Oh." He chugged the second glass of water and inhaling slowly Harry rested on his headboard placing the glass on the table next to him. Draco looked over at him as he finished. His heart raced as he stared at Harry's lips, full, pink, and dripping with water.

The look in Draco's eyes really unnerved Harry. First Draco wanted to hear Harry say is first name, now there was this look. Harry for the first time really didn't know what to suspect from Draco.

Harry moved his arm to wipe the water from his lips, but it was held down by Draco's only good hand. Moving in closer with a sly smirk on his face Draco leaned in, licking Harry's lips. Tasting the sweet water he moved closer, inching his way on top of Harry, consuming his mouth, slipping the slightest bit of tongue. Testing, teasing Harry, Draco had to know if the boy-who-lived wanted Draco as much as he wanted him.

Harry didn't move much, in shock as Draco laid on top of him, caressing his long fingers through Harry's soft dark hair. Harry wrapped his arms around, pulling Draco closer, moaning into his kiss.

Pain, sharp pain hit Harry's stomach where Draco's hand stroke lovingly. Harry broke the kiss and yelled painful in the air. Draco quickly sprang off, looking at Harry with concern.

"Are you ok?" He moved as close to Harry as possible, without touching him. Harry lifted his shirt up to revile the blackest bruise ether of them has ever seen, covering his entire chest and stomach. Draco smirked placing his hand on Harry's. "Maybe we should continue this when both of us are healed and when you can remember."

"Why wouldn't I remember?" Harry hissed.

"I think you should rest." Kissing his forehead, turning on his heel to go to his own bed, but he was pulled back. "Stay near until I fall asleep." He let go of Draco and closed his eyes, snuggling back in bed. Draco cupped Harry's check with his long pale fingers, reassuring Harry that he wasn't going anywhere.

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The moon was close to setting and Draco had not moved. He stayed near his Harry as long as he could mange. Looking at his sleeping friend, love, Draco ran his fingers gently through his hair, remembering its softness, its texture. Looking at the scar on Harry's forehead, Draco bent forward meaning to kiss the scar away, but growling made him stop.

A big black bear like dog came into the wing, growling at Draco. Its big white teeth were made apparent from its open snarled mouth. On instinct Draco grabbed his wand and stood between the dog and Harry.

"Draco." Harry called to him, but he didn't turn away from the black dog. He just couldn't. What if he looked back at Harry and the dog attacked what then? If it got to Harry, he would never forgive himself. "It's ok."

"How is it ok?" Draco snapped.

"He's not going to hurt me, Sirius." Sirius? Draco turned to look at Harry, His face held a goofy grin. Turning back to the dog, Draco stumbled back to see a grown man stare down at him. Not just any man, Sirius Black. "Draco I want you to meet my Godfather, Sirius."

"What do you want?!" Draco snapped at him still pointing his wand.

"I came to see my godchild. I got a 'mysterious' letter saying that Harry was injured." He walked closer to the bed and Draco stood his ground. "The writer of the letter has never lied to me and I wanted to make sure that Harry was ok."

"Draco, put your wand down." Harry ordered lightly. Trusting Harry with his judgment he put his wand in the sling still holding his arm. "You shouldn't have come here. What if someone saw you?"

"Let me worry about that, Harry." Sirius slid past Draco taking his place by Harry. "Are you ok?"

"Yes..." He yawned with droopy eyes. A few seconds later Draco yawned not meaning too. Sirius shook his head at the two boys.

"Draco, Harry." They turned their drooped eyes towards him. "Go to bed... Both of you. I'll stay here until you both fall asleep." Draco arching his sharp sliver eye brow at him, but didn't give to much protest.

He was going against everything he was told by his father. He told Draco that Black was dangerous. But now the only question in his mind was 'If he was dangerous, then why was he protecting Harry?'. Black was the last person Draco thought would take care of Harry. Why did his father lie to him? More importantly why had he believed his father?

"Come Draco, you look like you've got a million questions roaming around in your head. I can tell you they won't all be answered in one night." Sirius pushed him towards his bed. Draco looked back at Harry once, relieved to see him sleeping again.

"I only have one question." Draco snuggled in his cold bed and Sirius nodded for him to continue. "Why would my father think you were dangerous?" Black's eyes looked away from Draco and went to the floor thinking about his answer.

"Because I oppose Voldemort and *your* father knows that I would protect Harry with my life." Sirius pulled the covers up over Draco.

"There is one thing my father doesn't know." Draco laughed cruelly. "So would I." Sirius looked back at the smiling Draco.

"Go to sleep." He uttered walking over and standing in the corner of the room. //Could Draco Malfoy really care for Harry that much?\\

It wasn't long before both boys were asleep. That was when Sirius decided to visit the 'mysterious' writer of the letter. The writer really wasn't that mysterious, he just didn't sign the damn thing, but Sirius knew who it was. Sirius creeped out of the hospital wing as the black dog and traveled the long hallways and corridors until he reached the door of the 'mysterious' writer.

He scratched his paw at the door and no answer. Again. and nothing. He sighed turning to leave but the handle on the door moved. He quickly jumped out of sight as the door opened with great forced and Snape walked out into the hall. Snape for once wasn't wearing his robe, just black slacks and a nice high collared shirt. He looked around a bit, not noticing Sirius slip by him, before he decided to go back in.

Walking back in his room he slammed the door, only to stand half way in shock at the figure at his desk. His long legs covered by his robe rested crossed, on Snape's desk as the deep velvet eyes looked him over.

"You still stay up all night working?" Sirius asked looking through the papers on Snape's desk. //He still is as pleasing to look at as ever.\\

"Sirius." //Oh GOD!\\

"Severus... I-"

"Don't you call me by my name!" Snape yelled and Sirius jumped up from the desk, slowly, seductively walking towards Snape. //No. do. just don't kill me with those eyes. not those eyes.\\

"Then what should I call you?" // How about *mine*?\\

"You stay away from me!" Still walking forward Sirius noticed that Severus was scanning around for his wand that he left on the desk. //Bloody hell I left it on the desk.\\

"It was you, wasn't it?" Snape was backing his way across the room, trying to make it to the door. "You wrote me."

"I did no such thing!" Yelling pressed agents the door, trying to open it. //Yes.and you still are beautiful...\\

"When will this hatred end, Severus?" Sirius asked pressing the door closed with his hand, brushing his body closer. Letting the door free, Sirius ran his hand through Snape's hair. While with the other he traced his finger on his ear, around his jaw, and over his lips. //He always trembles when I do this.\\

"Never!" //. has been there.NO! Don't stop!...\\

"." Sirius sighed, staring in the black eyes he once took comfort in. "If that's what you want." His voice was cold, so unlike Sirius and Snape hated it. He hated to look in his deep velvet eyes, to see the look of defeat.

Sirius reached for the door handle only to be met by Severus's lips on his. For a brief moment the two found them selves again and then Severus pushed Sirius back, making him fall to the floor. Severus smiled down at his prey, moving closer with all the charms of a snake.

"Have I ever told you I love your crooked smile?" Sirius adoringly confessed sprawled on the floor as Severus lowered himself, sitting on his legs.

"Shut up." He whispered heavily in Sirius ear, nipping at it.

//MINE!\\

*~Fin!~* More to come. stay tuned.

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