A/N: Wow, I'd like to thank every one who reviewed, love you guys sooo much! Hands you all out mini Draco lollypops. *aren't they cute?!*
Well, I've only got, what, nine days till the next book comes out, so I'm not sure if it'll be finished, I'll try. There will be, roughly, about another five chappys. But that's a BIG Roughly, I have no idea how many exactly, but that's a random guess.
*Update, soz this took so long, ff.net was being an ass and a half! So I only have like what 5 days now?*
This Chapter is dedicated to Golden.Slumbers my 200th reviewer!
Chapter twenty one: The Sleepers
Harry wandered up to his dorm about 3am. Sev had left, they did after all have classes tomorrow and the Slytherin had insisted Harry get some sleep before classes. Harry gave manic grins to all the paintings he passed, paying no mind to the fact that they were all fast asleep.
As he drew close to the fat lady he decided that he couldn't face the questions that were inevitable from the Gryffindors about there savoir walking in at this hour in the morning grinning, and headed off to see if he could shake Draco awake.
Wandering down to the Slytherin dorms Harry went over his conversation with Severus. It had been relaxing, not what he had been worrying about. Severus didn't speak much, but when he did Harry was content to sit and listen to Sev's intoxicating tenor.
Nothing really important was shared. Harry told Sev about Marge, and his primary school, glossing over his life with the Dursleys, still not content to tell his elder lover the truth about his past, and the Potions master had stuck to equally safe topics, school, his days playing Quidditch, the stars neither really wanting to disrupt the perfect sort of calm that had washed over the whole of Hogwarts. Harry couldn't place it, but there seemed to be a soothing calm about the night.
Severus felt his wards tingle as he settled in for the night. He had left Harry only a little while ago and was doing his level best not to appear in any way happy. He was failing, something he was accustom to, but never with his emotions. The cold 'I'm a heartless bastard' routine was well practiced, so much so that it became a second skin. Yet Harry had managed to break it, and boy had he ever!
Sev gave a long suffering sigh and made his way to the Slytherin dorms, as slowly as possible. The wards around the place weren't strictly aloud. Something about privacy, or some such nonsense that Albus always twittered on about.
However Snape had more important reasons. Many or the Slytherins were under outside pressure t become Death Eaters. Draco and Lucius switching sides helped give a lot of the current Slytherins the courage to do the same, but as with anything, if people tell you are something constantly, then eventually you really do become it.
With every one always saying how evil the Slytherins were and treating them as if they really did know every dark magic curse in the book, a lot his Slytherins saw no reason not to join the dark lord, if every one already thought they had, why not? Severus briefly wondered what his house mate would think if they knew Harry knew more Dark arts than probably most of the Slytherins put together however he squashed the though with limited success as the image of Harry arching underneath him wandered into his mind. Damn, if that boy was going to be forever in his head, did it really have to be that sort of image? Severus cursed under his breath colourfully in several languages. He had to go down and see who was in the Dorms, not sit there getting hard ons thinking about the green eyes savoir.
Harry slipped as quietly as possible into Dracos room. The blond haired beauty was asleep splayed out on the double bed with his hair illuminated by the moonlight streaming through the artificial window. Harry stood for a fraction of a second to watch his dragon sleep. Whom ever that Ravenclaw was, he was a damn lucky guy!
Harry padded over to Dracos bed, taking off his shoes and cloak and top as he went.
"Dray." Harry whispered softly, and then repeated, not so softly until eventually Draco woke up.
"Har, dear god, what time is it?"
"Um, about three or something?" Harry smiled as Draco gave him a half assed glare.
"And what are you doing waking me up at this time? I wana go back to sleep." With that Draco closed his eyes again and buried his face into the pillow.
"Aw, Dray, don't be like that." Harry whined tugging at Dracos blanket.
"Hey, mine!" Draco pouted and pulled it back, covering up his bare torso once again. Harry chuckled. Draco always slept in either boxers or nothing, something to do with the manor being so cold in winter that he felt like it was to hot in the Slytherin rooms, and the Gryffindors. "K, I give in. what's up?" Draco peered out from the pillow, at Harry.
"Nothing, I just don't wana go back to the Gryffindor dorms." Harry grinned.
"Fine you can stay here, but I get the right side." Draco said, moving slightly away from the left, and closing his eye again.
"Thanks." Harry stripped down to his own boxers and slipped into the bed. Draco would never stay on the right side, Harry smirked. The Slytherin didn't really understand the word 'share'.
"Night Har." Dracos voice was muffled through the pillow.
"Night Dray." Harry closed his eyes, and moved closer to Draco, Harry thought the Blonds dorm room was freezing, no matter what Draco said, and Draco was nice and warm.
Harry drifted off to sleep almost the moment he got into bed. He was exhausted.
Severus walked to the Slytherin dorms. The castle was infuriating him. It seemed to be changing exactly where he wanted to go into dead ends and wrong turns. It took him the best part of half an hour to make a journey that would usually have taken five minutes at the most. He could almost feel the place laughing at him… Could stone laugh?
Severus walked into the Common room but there wasn't any one there. He hesitated before casting a revealing charm, to see if any one 'non' Slytherin was in the rooms. His wand tugged him to Draco's room. He flashed panic for a moment.
Draco was under constant harassment from a select few individuals, the already Death Eaters, who were furious at his side swapping. So far they had been hopeless. They done anything except some truly pathetic tricks that made Snape ashamed to admit that some of there number were Slytherins, but the animosity was there, the sheer malevolent aura around them whenever Draco was mentioned was shocking.
Storming into the room he cast a lumos charm. What he highlighted was not something he had been prepared for.
The yellowish light highlighted the forms of two sleeping boys, the taller was wrapped protectively around the blond. The sheets slipped over bare shoulders and pale and tanned limbs, making it look like neither were wearing anything at all.
Severus dropped his wand to the floor, the light bounced and extinguished with a hiss as it left the connection to a raw power.
His Harry, in bed, naked with Malfoy…
"Missster Potter." Severus barked out making it sound like the filthiest word that had ever passed between his lips. Harry's eyes shot open at once.
~*~*~Tbc~*~*~
