Chapter 6

Draco woke on an unfamiliar bed, staring at a white ceiling. The smell of healing potions, blood, and sex assaulted his senses. His vision slowly came into focus. Why did his eyes hurt? Gazing around the Infirmary, the swollen silver orbs fell upon the prostate form of his friend. Suddenly the events from the previous day came back to him. Stumbling from the bed, he crawled to a trash bin, wretching only bile. Someone came behind him and held his hair from his face. Fresh tears fell from his eyes, slowly, unlike the torrent that forced through yesterday. Comforting arms wrapped around him and lifted him, whispering softly in his ear, words of consolation.

As his tears cleared, so did his head. He could finally decipher the nonsense being muttered and whose voice it was speaking them. His Uncle Severus.

"Draco, how are you?" The potion's masters voice was thick with concern and fatigue.

"I feel like shite. How is he? Oh Gods, what did I do to him?" The blonde pushed away slightly to look at his companion.

"Hush, that's absurdity. You've done nothing. He would kick your arse for thinking that, and you know it. "

Draco nodded absently and moved hesitantly towards Harry, running a finger down the frozen face. He felt weak and broken as he watched his friend slowly dying away. Kneeling beside the bed, he lay his head on an almost cold hand. Only a faint hint of life left. His right arm was thrown across the body in a half hug.

"Draco, you've got to eat. I'm going to use Poppy's floo." He stalled for a moment, watching his godson unhappily. The young Slytherin was close to going over the edge himself.

The blonde just look at the icy expression before him. "Harry? Harry, wake up." When he received no answer, Draco rubbed his cheek against the limp hand. "I want you to wake up. So does Uncle Sev. You should see him. He's hurting inside. Not that he'd ever admit it." Draco sniggered softly, but quit almost instantly, because all he got in return was silence. Thick, never-fading silence. Constant mumblings were uttered against skin as pale as his until Severus came back with some food. After a few bites, Draco gave up as his stomache churned against it.

For three days, Draco sat by Harry's side with his head of house hovering over both of them, worried to migraines. For three days, Draco spoke of Quidditch, the house's rivalries, Weasel and the Mudblood, Dumbledore, and Severus. For three days, he cried, frowned, sulked, and pouted. And then, he snapped.

Severus stepped out of the room to speak with the Headmaster when Draco went off.

"Fuck it, Potter! You don't care enough to wake up for anyone." It was more of a statement than a question. " I don't need this. You don't need this. You're only there, because you feel sorry for yourself. Did you forget about me and Sev? We care. I always thought it was funny when you called Sev the insufferable bastard, now you are. This is redudant in the least and I'm not going to pet your ego anymore. Just wake the fuck up, you obnoxious prick." During his tirade, he had slapped the Boy-Who-Lived numerous times. Now, he crawled on top of him and held his fist above his friend's face, bringing it down in pain and sorrow. The angry hand stopped just above his target when he saw the green eyes disappear behind eyelids and tears slide down his face. Instead of hitting him, Draco dropped down and hugged him for dear life and let his fears of loss flow down his face when he felt the Gryffindor's arms wrap around him and the slender bodies shook in sobs. Both fell asleep to each other's rapid sobs, and that's how their professor and headmaster found them, neither disturbing the two boys.

It was Harry who woke first. The feel of a warm body pressed to his was not unnatural. Draco usually had a fear of the dark, and crawled into the bed with Harry. It was when he opened his eyes to find himself in the infirmary with his potion's professor next to his bed, worry filling his eyes that he remembered.

"No," Harry whispered softly, choking back a sob. "Tell me he was under a curse, please Severus. Please tell me he's better now. That he didn't mean it." When no answer was received, Harry shook his head violently. "No, NO!" He began shouting and shaking.

"Harry!" The cool voice beside him shook him from his rant. "Please?" Fear was in his eyes. Would his 'brother' leave him alone again? Both held each other and Harry looked at Severus.

"He called me James. Why would he do that? Why did he call me my dad's name?" Need for the truth was in his eyes. The need to understand was in his voice.

"Harry, they were-Well, I don't know why he called you James. You're nothing like your father. Dammit," he sighed, disconsolate. "They were lovers. I'm sorry that Black made that mistake." Severus watched as Harry absorbed that information, melding into Draco's arms. It was best he learn the truth from him, rather than others. He walked out of the Hospital Wing and down to the dungeons. He'd have to make a rape potion. It has been so long since he'd had to make one of these. If only it could have been a little while longer and not to Harry.

End Chapter 6