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Chapter Three - Showing Your True Colours

Harry looked down at Draco for a moment as a smile spread over Draco's face. Harry had no idea why Draco was smiling, what could possibly be funny about being caught by the one teacher that loathed Harry the most. Harry looked over at Snape who was shaking his head. "Not another one Draco, I've told you about your little adventures, though I must say this is not someone I expected to see you with any time soon, if at all."

Draco looked happily over to Severus. "Well this is the last one you're going to see me running around with." He said in a dreamy but declaring voice. Harry was bemused. How was it even remotely possible that Snape was taking this so well, he stared amazed at Snape, was he smiling?!

"This is the last time I'm going to let you off, but there are conditions." Snape said slowly. Harry and Draco glanced at one another, then back at Snape, waiting for the conditions. "You will not, under any circumstances, tell me any details of what you are about to do, you will catch up on the work you missed and I will not catch you outside class again. And that goes for the both of you."

Both nodded as Snape proceeded to walk past them, as he passed he patted Harry on the back. Without turning back he said, "Don't wear him out too much, Potter." Harry nodded nervously; still amazed at how well Snape was talking his, and that Snape had just spoken to his civilly for the first time since he began at Hogwarts. Four years of snide remarks and dark looks, and all he had to do all along was seduce Draco.

He snapped out of it when Draco put his arms round Harry's neck and kissed him. Harry deepened this kiss and Draco pulled back just long enough to mutter his password before they came together again, falling into Draco's room until Draco fell back onto his bed.

Two Months Later

Harry sat in the common room, staring dazed out of the window. He had agreed to meet up with Draco after lights out down by the lake. It was their favourite meeting place, mostly for the reason that Draco could be as loud as he liked and it was very unlikely that any one could hear him.

Hermione waved a hand in front of his face and he jumped and looked at her. It was late and she looked somewhat annoyed. "What the hell is up with you?!" She snapped. "You keep vanishing from classes and then when you ask me to help you catch up on the work you keep me up half the night because you keep drifting off into your own little dream world! Well I haven't had any proper sleep for a month now so I am going to bed and you can learn all this on your own!!"

She stormed off upstairs but Harry hadn't heard half of what she had said. Between checking his watch and staring back out of the window toward the lake, he had stopped listening after she said 'what the hell is up with you'. His eyes flicked to his watch again. Ten minutes to go before he was to go and see his beloved Draco.

He ran up to the third year's boy's dormitory and snatched up his cloak. There was no point in taking the invisibility cloak, he had never been caught. It was a cold November night and frost was starting to settle on the grass. He ran down stairs into the now empty common room and out through the portrait hole. He slipped out the front door but he was barely a few steps from it when some one whispered his name. He turned around to see Severus Snape, slipping out of the door beside him, he was followed closely by someone he did not expect to see.

"Sirius?! What's going on? Why are you here? Where is Draco?" He paused his questioning for a moment then looked at the two of them. "Why haven't you two killed each other yet?" Sirius smiled and looked down at his feet but Severus' eyes remained cold as he walked toward Harry.

"There isn't time for all that now, I need you to come with me, something has happened that you need to know about. There is to be an meeting of the order immediately."

"But where is Draco, I'm supposed to meet him." Harry said, glancing over his shoulder in case Draco was walking across the grass.

"Draco is back in Severus' quarters, Harry. Something terrible has happened and it is quite urgent that we get back there as soon as possible. Remus will have to go out on watch soon so we want to sort this out as quickly as we can." Sirius said, grabbing Harry and steering him back into the school.

They rushed down into the dungeons like a dragon was chasing them. Molly Weasley met them at the doorway and they all gathered inside Severus' room. Harry ran over to Draco, who seemed to be particularly quiet. Draco had turned to the light some time ago but being around the other members of the order still made him nervous. Harry put an arm round Draco's waist and looked at him with soft eyes. "Are you alright?" Draco shook his head but didn't have a chance to say anything else before Remus called their attention.

"As you all know, Voldemort is getting stronger and will soon launch a direct attack on the wizarding world. So it is my view that we need to attack as many death eaters as possible, as soon as possible, to destroy as many of him minions as we can before he attacks. Now, Tonks here, has been devising a plan..." She started talking but Draco wasn't listening.

After a few minutes, Harry wasn't listening either. Draco was very pale, which was an amazing thing to happen considering just how white he was usually. Harry rubbed his back. "Are you alright Draco?" he whispered, but Draco wasn't listening. His was burning hot but he couldn't stop the occasional shake that ran through his body.

He pulled away from Harry, his hand pressed against his stomach. Tonks had stopped talking now, and was looking over at Draco, Severus too had turned to look at him. Molly took a step toward him and put a hand on his shoulder but he pulled away and ran out of the room. He barely reached the corridor before he was violently sick.

He leaned against the wall; sweat dripping down his face as Harry and the others ran out after him. He could hear them all asking his questions but he found that he couldn't say anything. He felt suddenly cold and shaky and he blacked out.