Summary: Draco fell off his broomstick because of a curse that was meant to hit Harry. The fall caused him to be temporary blinded and legs paralyzed. Harry felt responsible so he took care of Draco, while remained anonymous. What will happen when Draco regained his eyesight and sees that it's Harry who has been feeding, changing, and bathing him?

Rated: R

Warning: SLASH, m/m, sex - not exactly graphical, a bit of language, you get the idea.

Declaimer: If you don't know this, than you don't really understand the word "fan fiction", the word it self tell you that the fiction is by a 'fan' of an author, which means the characters do not belong to them. Clear? So don't pain yourself by suing, and everybody happy. Simple?



A/N: The Author's notes got more reviews than my first chapter! How....interesting...=___= ;; Anyways, here is the chapter two Slayer has been banging her (his?) precious head on the wall for, so....enjoy?

PS - Answers for reviews are at the bottom. Thanks, everyone!

PSS - QueSeraSera (interesting name, by the way...), yes, especially you, you've GOT to read my answer. I need to ask you something!





Chapter Two: Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star



"Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

Sssssssss....

How I wonder what you are.

Ssssss.....

Up above the world so high,

Sssssssssssssssssss....

Like a diamond in the sky.

Sssss..ssssss....

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

Sssssss...ssss..ssss..

How I wonder what you are!"

Ssssssssssssss...massssssster....



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He woke up lying on something soft and smooth..a bed spread, he supposed. For almost a minute there he stopped breathing in confusion, and then when he remembered to breath, he almost choked from trying to breath too deeply too fast.

The teen tried to lift up his right hand, and immediately let it fell back down due to the blinding pain that shot through his wrist and forearm. He resisted from crying out, and inhaled slowly, trying to remember what had happened.



Nothing.



He couldn't remember a thing.



"You're awake." A quiet, warm greeting came from somewhere to the wounded boy's right.

"What happened?" Draco said without opening his eyes.

"You don't remember?"

The blonde shook his head, and stopped right away because of the soreness his neck was feeling. He said in a confused tone. "Well, I remember who I am and all that.but why am I injured?"



Harry sighed.

So he doesn't remember. He thought. Now what do I do? Call Pomfrey? That means revealing the fact that I've skipped Potions so I could come down to see a Death Eater's son, which makes a very pathetic explanation.

The wild-haired boy ran a hand through his messy black locks and studied the ground while doing a bit of thinking, and then finally decided.

"You'll know what happened when Pomfrey gets back. And while you're guessing, I've got to get back to class before my Professor finds out that I'm not there."

Draco frowned a bit. "You're a student? Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Never mind that." Harry replied swiftly, checking the door for intruders before going out the hall.

"Wait! Wait!" Draco called after him.

"What?"



"Um..uh..where's Potter?"

"...You mean Harry Potter? Why?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Nothing..just..got a weird feeling that he has something to do with this."

"Hmm..really?" Harry paused, unable to come up with something to reply with, until Madam Pomfrey came in and saved the day.

"Pomfrey's here." The tall boy whispered into Draco's ear "Gotta go."

"Will you be back?"

"Yes. I promise."



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Harry sneaked out the Hospital Wing, listening a bit to make sure that Pomfrey didn't notice that someone was there, and turned around just in time to see Dumbledore studying him closely like a scientist studying an interesting bug.

"....Hi....I think." Harry said, desperately trying to save the last bit of his dear life from the suffering of being expelled.

"Hi indeed, my boy." Dumbledore wasn't smiling, but there was a twinkle of humor in his eyes that told Harry that his life may still be saved. Though, with a Headmaster like this one, the consequences ALWAYS surprise the students, including Harry Potter the Boy Who Lived.

"Mr. Potter." (Harry gulped nervously at the call of his last name by the Headmaster) "I believe we have a few things that are yet to be discussed about this incident."

"Yes, sir." Harry said in a hopefully-not-too-small voice.

"Please come to my office 'after'.." The old man's eyes twinkled even more. "..'after' you've finished with all your classes. The password is Vanilla Fudge."

"Yes sir."

"Now ran along, my boy."

"See you later sir." And with that Harry took off (running like hell toward the dungeons, where it seemed the safest place in the world right now, despite.)



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"Mr. Potter." A cold, silky voice addressed his name right at the second Harry stepped through the door. "What do you get if you add a boar kidney, three pounds of kudzus and a cup of wolfberries in boiled jellyfish juice?"

"An On-Time Telling Potion, Professor."

"You don't suppose you could use some on yourself, do you, Mr. Potter? I believe you quite well need it considering the fact that you're TWENTY-FOUR MINUTES LATE FOR MY CLASS!!" Snape said all this without changing his expression. "Anyhow, please take a seat and fix Longbottom's pathetic mixture of precious ingredients that, honestly, requires MONEY to buy."

"Yes sir." He sat down quickly besides Neville, ignoring the strange stares from Hermione, who was both shocked and happy for Harry that, for the first time, he answered one of Snape's pop questions correctly.

A wave of whispers and gasps spread throughout the classroom - full of Slytherins and Gryffindors.

"No points taken?! That's impossible!" Said one of the Slytherins.

"Those two must be have been shagging." Seamus said with full confidence.

"Hey, cut it out!" Ron said.

"Harry answered Snape's question right! He's finally studying! Ron, see, anybody can do it -- if only they study."

"Yes Hermione." Ron sighed, sounding defeated. "I see."



Harry and the potion master shared a momentary glance, and both chuckled inwardly at the students' reactions. They have developed quite an understanding (neither would dare considering the word friendship) over the summer, since part of the trainings Dumbledore assigned Harry was Advanced Potions, which had to be taught by Severus - the potion master.

They finally decided that, hey, he isn't as bad as I thought! Though Severus and Harry still act like they were ready to ripe each other's throats out, they would still drink coffee (secretly their favorite non- alcohol beverage) together after classes in private and talk their hearts out. Their dark memories that only the two of them can understand.



"Want to stay for coffee, Harry?" Severus asked privately after class.

"Not today I'm afraid." Harry said, sighing. "The Headmaster wants to talk to me about that incident with Draco."

"Hmmm..so are you and Draco shagging yet?" Severus teased. (if that's a possible description for him)

"Professor~!!!"



Having a Slytherin House Head as a friend had its advantages and disadvantages. Harry, unfortunately, had to deal with one of the disadvantages constantly - a secret he revealed to the potion master that cost him endless sufferings, which had a whole lot to do with a certain blonde, grey-eyed Slytherin.



"Severus, how are you today?"

"Dealing with a bunch of wild, brainless minors? Not very good, Headmaster."

"We're NOT brainless!" Harry protested.

"Now, now, we have things to discuss in my office. So, better ran along, my boy."

"Yes sir."

"Goodnight, Severus."



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"Owwwww~"

"Shush, Mr. Malfoy, it'll be better soon."

"Why can't you use some painkiller or something?!" Draco moaned miserably.

"Don't open your eyes Mr. Malfoy, just hold still." Pomfrey said blankly.

"Hello, Poppy."



Professor Snape was standing at the door, beckoning the Hogwarts nurse over to the door. He came as fast as he could, after his talk with Harry.

Something that would require the Headmaster to talk to Harry about..it's usually not a small matter. So the potions master decided to come and check upon his favorite student himself.



"Severus. The visiting hours are over I'm afraid." Pomfrey said in her get- the-hell-out-of-here tone.

"I just wanted to ask you about Draco's injuries."

The Hogwarts nurse thought for a moment, and walked to the door up to Severus. Her expression remained strict, but her eyes softened a little while she spoke about Draco.

"Yes, I guess you deserve to know what happened to your student, Severus." She said. "The Headmaster and I have discussed about this, and he wants this to be kept as quiet as possible."

"Why? What happened to him?" Severus asked.



"He was hit with Oppilo Mobilis." A figure with blonde hair and stormy grey eyes appeared at the door and said coldly.



"Lucius Malfoy?!!!"

TBC....

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A/N: Well, let's put the holier-than-thou Lucius Malfoy into this messy blend shall we? I'm not planning on making him the Bad-Guy-Indeed, I mean, I like him a lot, actually. The question is: should I put him together with someone? Or should I just leave him as the father figure for this fic? Suggestions and constructive criticisms are always welcome, but please be gentle, as I've said before, it's a virtue.



Big thanks to everyone who read this and reviewed.



And now...to the reviewers *drums and trumpets~*:

Stryder of Fruit Loopies: Awwww...(going soft) oh, no, honey, it's not under the couch. I wrote the Author's notes to warn the people who read Chapter One before I decided to move it to R section, so don't be confused~ The story's now in the R section.

Getoverit: Really?? It's the first fan fiction you've ever read?! Wow~ I feel so...flattered! And you thought it was nice? Do you have any idea how happy that makes me feel? By the way, did you choose this fic to read first because of the title? Quite a few people has been complimenting about my title already...Is it really that scary??

Audrey: Hmmm..given the ratings of your own fics, I'm guessing that you don't think much of the title either? (like 'arabella figg' the reviewer?) Well, at least you didn't say it in a very nasty way..but I hope the title's not all that you read...?

The Slayer: Um...Are you okay? (After banging your head, I mean....) *blinks nervously* So, are you better now? (still being cautions in case any unusual thing happens) How d'ya like the new chapter? Too vague? Too much grammar mistakes? Too little snogging? (You're the only one who doesn't seem to mind..)

FW Viper: Did you see the review I left at your "Trapped in My Mind"? That's basically the answer to your review, actually. It's nice that you told me about the inspiration, or I could have dropped this fic just because there was a similar one. (I don't mind, really, I just..lose interest.) By the way, what does the name 'FW' stand for?

QueSeraSera: Yes, you, read! I NEED A BETA READER! Would you be my beta reader? Really, I need someone just like you: straightforward but not too nasty, and likes my fic (um..do you 'still' like my fic? DESPITE all the grammar mistakes and all that? 'Cause I know there's many in this chapter..) Anyway, it's a sincere request, if you're interested please leave your e-mail in your review and I'll contact you.



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