Chapter Thirty-Two

"Remus, can I ask you something?"

The werewolf nodded and looked to Harry.

"If there was one person in this school that you wouldn't want me to date, who would it be?"

"Several people, Harry. Am I correct in assuming that you just mean males?"

Harry nodded. Remus could tell that he was nervous about what he might get as an answer.

"Probably Crabbe and/or Goyle," Remus said, making a face at the thought. A weight seemed to lift from Harry's shoulders. "Oh, damn it."

"What?" Harry looked at the professor.

Remus scratched his head and looked around. "I've forgotten how to get to yours and Draco's room."

The Boy-Who-Lived snorted, "We go left, Moony."

"Right," Remus nodded.

"No, Moony, left," Harry rolled his eyes. "ACHOO!"

***

"If you need anything, use the fireplace," the werewolf enunciated the last three words.

"Okay, I get it; no doing anything," Harry groaned. "Are you going to tuck me in too?"

Harry instantly looked guilty. "Sorry, Remus."

"It's okay, Harry. You're not feeling well," the Defence professor smiled at him. "When Sirius gets sick, he has a temper to rival Ron's and as short a fuse. Don't tell him I said this, but his remarks are about ten times as witty as they are now."

"Are you sure you meant wit?" Harry smirked tiredly.

"You know, I'm not really sure anymore."

The Boy-Who-Lived chuckled. "Tell Paddy g'night for me, okay?"

"Sure," the werewolf gave him a one armed hug and left the room.

Harry sighed wearily and fell backwards into Draco's chair. Something poked him in the arse, and he leaned up. The Boy-Who-Lived reached behind him and pulled it out. It was a dagger, sheathed in dragon hide. Harry looked it over before taking it out of the scaly material.

Dried red liquid covered the blade—blood. Harry took his want out.

"Sanguis quicum," Harry cast the spell. He coughed as crimson letters came from his wand. 'Draco Ian Malfoy', it spelled. "Merlin, Draco."

Harry quickly decided to wait until Draco had returned and confront the blonde. His body had other ideas, however, and not even half an hour later, Harry had fallen asleep.

***

When Draco returned, Harry was asleep in his chair, the dagger he had so carefully hidden, in his hands.

"Shit," Draco took it from the Boy-Who-Snored and hid it in the bookcase opposite of the couch, near his bedroom. He immediately felt guilty. He had gotten addicted to cutting, and had neglected to tell his best friend. When the blonde had stopped Harry from cutting himself back in September, he had already gotten hooked on self-mutilation. And though they hadn't been friends for long at all, the Slytherin hadn't wanted the Gryffindor to become addicted.

Draco sighed and leaned against the bookshelf. A single tear dripped from his eyes as he started at the silvery scars on his arms. He'd always used a small colour charm on his arm, to make the scars disappear, but it was a bit like muggle make-up; it wore off after a while.

The Slytherin sighed again and walked to Harry. The slightly smaller boy cast a lightweight charm on his friend and picked him up. Draco took him to his room and laid him on the bed. It was large, so they shared the bed sometimes. Draco pulled the robes off of the raven haired boy and removed his shirt. The grey-eyed boy removed his own robes and shirt, and pulled off his muggle jeans. He crawled in the other side of the bed and lied down. The seventh year fell asleep, hoping that the boy beside him wouldn't remember about finding the dagger.

***

Draco awoke the next morning, and the bed was empty. Harry had already gotten up. The blonde was worried, but it took him a few minutes to remember what he was worried about.

"Harry?" he called out. There was no answer. Draco stood and walked to his bathroom. When he opened the door, Harry was asleep, leaning over the toilet. He had been throwing up. Draco knelt down beside him and brushed some hair away from his face. "Harry? Wake up, mate."

"Hm?" Harry groaned and sat up. He grunted and lowered his head over the toilet and vomited. Draco held his hair away from his face. When he finished retching, Harry wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

"That's gross, Harry," Draco stood and retrieved a cold wash cloth. He knelt again and wiped off his hand and face. The blonde turned the cloth over and placed it against Harry's forehead. He stuck it in place with a charm. "You alright now?"

Harry shook his head and leaned against his friend. Draco wrapped his friend's arms around his neck and stood. The lightweight charm was still active. Harry moaned pitifully as he was jostled slightly.

"Please don't barf on me, okay? I'm not wearing a shirt," Draco whispered. Harry gave a weak chuckled and nodded faintly. The Slytherin pressed a comforting kiss to the top of Harry's head.

"Thanks, Draco," Harry murmured.

"Of course, Harry," Draco said as he laid him down on the bed. "Do you think you're going to throw up again soon?"

Harry shrugged, but then nodded.

"Alright," The sixteen year old picked up his wand and transfigured a piece of parchment into a small trash bin. "If you're gonna spew, spew in this."

"Draco, Sev said that I could die from this," Harry hoarsely whispered.

Draco sat down next to him and nodded. "Yeah, you could."

"How come you didn't tell me?"

"You're stressed enough. I didn't want to worry you anymore," Draco gently brushed some of his black hair away from his eyes.

"Draco, if I do die…" Draco cut him off.

"You're not going to die, Harry. Professor Snape's making the potion for you."

"How do you know that he's even making it?"

"Because you told him that you had it," Draco crossed his arms.

"You went and asked him if I had told him, didn't you?" Harry asked wryly.

"Am I that obvious?" Draco grinned.

"No, I just know you too well," Harry smiled back weakly.

***

"Rem, I'm worried about him," Sirius said, running his hand over his mate's bare chest.

"He's going to be fine. Severus is making the antidote for him," Remus brought the animagus's hand to his lips. "He's a strong boy, and once he gets that potion, he will be fine."

"You're right, Moony. You're always right," Padfoot smiled at him and kissed his lover.

"Of course I'm right. I have the brains in this relationship, remember?" Remus's eyes twinkled.

"You said that on our honeymoon," the convict smiled at the werewolf.

"I know," Remus sighed serenely. "And you repeated your vows, without the stuttering."

Sirius buried his head in Remus's shoulder in embarrassment. "I was nervous."

"So was I," the professor admitted.

"You were the perfect epitaph of calm," the grim-like animagus kissed his werewolf's neck.

"Siri, love, do you know what epitaph means?" Remus looked at him.

"Yeah, it means an ideal example," Sirius looked confused.

"No, hun, that's epitome. An epitaph is an inscription on a tombstone," Remus explained, a moment away from bursting out laughing.

"Oh…" Sirius looked down in embarrassment. The D.A.D.A. professor chuckled and pulled his husband into a passionate kiss. "I'm dumb, aren't I?"

"No, Sirius. Well, I'm not going to lie to you, you're a little stupid now and then," Remus deadpanned. Sirius pouted. "But I wouldn't have you any other way. I would love you if you were the dumbest man on Earth."

"As romantic as that speech was, it really didn't alleviate my doubts of my own idiocy," Harry's godfather glowered slightly.

"Ohho. Did ickle Sirius hurt himself with all those big words," Remus giggled teasingly.

"You're an ass, Remus. You're a fecking ass," Sirius glared.

"You know I didn't mean it, Siri," Remus kissed him. "I was just teasing you, love. You're not stupid, Padfoot, but you can be a little clueless sometimes."

"Still feeling stupid here," the black haired man huffed.

"Love, you're the smartest prankster I know," the amber-eyed man hugged him. "You're not book smart, or homework smart, but you're the only person I know who can come up with the most intelligent pranks."

"Well, I dunno."

"Believe me Paddy, you would have gotten the highest marks in the class had there been a prankster class," Moony bit down on his neck gently.

"Alright, I guess I'm not totally hopeless," the convict acquiesced.

"Hey, I didn't say you weren't hopeless," Remus teased.

"Don't even start."

"Aw, you're no fun."

"I'm plenty fun," Sirius pushed him back onto the bed. He straddled his mate's hips.

"Yeah, you're plenty fun," Remus raised an eyebrow suggestively.

End Chapter Thirty-Two

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