Disclaimer: I don't own this, I actually don't really want to either.

Warning: I've come to find that it is customary for warnings to be placed on slash fiction, so I am of course indulging in this act. However, I must say that if you don't like Harry/Draco slash you really shouldn't be searching under the Harry and Draco category, I mean that's why it was created right? For our beautiful and exquisite homoerotic fantasies…right? Right?!

Screams ripped and torn form his throat as blood glided in dazzling rivulets down his body.

When his fingers began to grasp for the light that wasn't there and he leaned against the wall for support, Draco knew it was time to stop.

Stars danced before Harry's eyes in a most dismaying pattern as the power forsook him, fleeing and leaving only weakness in its wake, in its place, as replacement gone awry.

"Draco I can't breathe," Harry exhaled weakly, dark lashes lowering onto green eyes.

Draco advanced upon his fellow defense instructor and pressed a hand to the bleeding chest wound, healing it just enough for it to stop bleeding and close, but he couldn't remove the pain.

Pain was their teacher, their keeper, their lover, and their secret, the only thing truly keeping them sane.

"Shall we limp you back down to our rooms now?" Draco queried snarkily, not allowing Harry the satisfaction of seeing any trace of concern; it was part of their sick little game.

Harry coughed weakly, blood splattering on Draco's boots and he grimaced, green eyes darkening. A shaky hand made its way up to his mouth and wiped clumsily.

"Y…y…y…yeah…w…we should…g…go," Harry stammered brokenly. His shaking hand reached for Draco's seeking the only comfort, poor as it was, offered.

"Cloak," Draco reminded gently as he tossed the well-worn invisibility cloak around their shoulders, allowing him an inconspicuous excuse to pull Harry closer and keep him from the ever-present danger of falling down the stairs, well alone that is.

Their rooms were fairly minimalistic by most standards, but they liked that. They appreciated the calm that the pale blues and whites imparted to them; it made them feel momentarily clean and free from the castle's chaos.

"I think I'm going to be sick," Harry whispered hoarsely before pulling away from Draco and stumbling off to the bathroom in a rather uncoordinated manner.

Draco made his appearance when he heard the water running to signify that Harry was brushing his teeth.

"You need a shower," Draco accused unceremoniously.

Harry spat and then glanced in the mirror to face Draco rather than exert the energy required to actually turn around. "I'd rather not… I'd rather not drown myself to top off this already lovely evening thanks much."

"Do you really think I would let you drown?" Draco scoffed.

"Draco?"

"Shhh…" Draco admonished pressing fingers to Harry's split lips. "We do not show weakness Harry," Draco reminded calmly.

Harry nodded slowly watching the room spin lazily around Draco's pale reflection. Milky white hands moved their way around his tanner cheeks until they obscured his green eyes from view and he was sinking. Deep into the darkness he fell, into the dark that was himself, his soul, and his mind.

He woke to the unmistakable sensation of being crushed and a throbbing head. He suppressed a whimper as he made move to extricate himself from the thick mound of white duvets attempting to suffocate him. His sore limbs screamed out to him as he realized that Draco had thrown himself haphazardly across his chest, head managing to lay just above his navel, breath tickling irritably.

Harry scowled; hating the disorientation that waking in bed always gave him. They had an odd habit of waking entangled on the cold stone at the top of Serpense's tower. It wasn't that they never slept in their great white monstrosity of a bed; it was just that they never came back after practice, not unless one of them had to be peeled form the pavement and cleaned up by the other.

It had been his night, his night to die a bit if only so that he could live a little bit more. He couldn't remember the last time it had happened, but he could only remember having had to clean Draco up twice.

"Ah fuck Draco," Harry cried as a not so tender bite was placed on his abdomen. "As though I'm not sore enough you have to go off and fucking bite me after you appear to have been crushing me, speaking of which you still are."

Draco raised his head up and smirked at Harry. "What don't like the contact?"

"Ordinarily but you're crushing my ribs with that thick skull of yours and even my hair feels like burning," Harry informed with a grimace.

Draco proceeded to crawl up his body much to Harry's dismay. Harry squirmed and struggled against the blonde in a futile attempt to escape even he knew not what. The back of a cool hand made its way to Harry's forehead while its partner brushed away his hair.

"You're feverish," Draco whispered softly, breath ghosting along Harry's cheeks and eyelashes. "You're sick," he stated in what sounded to Harry like amazement.

"And you're still crushing me," Harry pointed out smartly.

Draco flipped himself off of Harry but refused to remove all contact between himself and the dark haired boy, his arm snaked around the narrow waist and his hand traced the smooth facial features idly, a gesture uncharacteristic of the Draco that Harry had come to know so well. A gentleness that he had always craved but never offered nor received.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco asked softly, sounding almost hurt.

"Tell you what?" Harry responded in confusion.

"That you were sick."

"I've been busy and I didn't think you would care," Harry replied honestly.

Draco cringed at his own ability to ignore the obvious.

"You should have told me that you were sick," Draco reproached.

"So you could avoid being contaminated by my dirty disease?"

"You don't take concern well do you?" Draco asked in fascination.

"Draco my head really hurts and I think it's going to shatter."

Draco kissed his warm cheek in response. "I'll get you something for that."

"It's just a headache, I'm being melodramatic, don't worry about it," Harry tried vainly to excuse his previous words.

Draco's mercury colored eyes bored into Harry's green.

AN: I have more, oh so much more but I couldn't find a good stopping place, the next chapter Draco will tell a most fascinating story and then it will get into the actual fic…not as though any of you care. I really appreciate feedback because I have no home and no love….