This chapter is dedicated to my reviewer Rowenna who inspired me to write my next chapter highlighting a detention with Snape and adding in some HD goodness! This was completely unplanned and I think that it enhanced my story line. Thanks Rowenna!

Chapter 9- Detentions and Confessions

Harry was currently serving his fourth night of detention in a row by scrubbing the Potion's classroom. His friends were quite surprised when he told him that he had been given a week's worth of detentions with Snape. He didn't have the heart to tell them the real reason he was being punished, so he explained that the detentions were given to him because Snape had caught Harry calling him "a greasy git" under his breath. His friends had unwittingly believed this as it was their code name for their most hated professor. It was common knowledge that there was tension between the two of them, so it wasn't completely unbelievable that Professor Snape would give Harry a week's worth of detentions for such a comment.

Harry scrubbed and scrubbed with all of his might hoping that this would be the last stain that he would need to get out tonight. He was overly tired once again and he would like to get some rest. He looked down at his work and was pleased at the progress he had made. He rolled his sore shoulders about in a circular motion and then used his left hand to rub at the aching muscles in his right forearm and wrist. Oddly enough, he didn't mind the manual labor. It was somewhat comforting and familiar, and it allowed him to place his frustration about everything he was feeling into his work.

Thinking back to his meeting last night, he was glad now that he had been able to talk to Remus about some things. He was almost looking forward to meeting with him again. He was surprised at how much better he had felt after he left his office despite what he had seen on the professor's desk. He knew deep down that he should be talking to Draco about everything too, but there never seemed to be an opportunity. Harry's schedule was pretty hectic as of late, and they rarely had time to even speak to one another.

Harry stood up and looked about the Potion's classroom searching for any spots he may have missed during his thorough scrubbing. The professor had set him to work on cleaning all of the chairs and tables in the classroom. At first the job seemed fairly simple, but after an hour or more he realized that it was almost as bad as cleaning cauldrons. The tables were stained and caked from the numerous potion accidents over the years and it took Harry quite a bit of effort to scrub them all clean.

For a stone dungeon classroom, the place looked pretty good. The room didn't sparkle or anything like in the cleaning supply commercials he had once seen when he was younger, but it was obviously cleaner than it had been. Harry liked to imagine that the classroom hadn't looked this good in years, and he wondered what he could possibly do next, since he still had a few detentions left. He had already scrubbed umpteen cauldrons, and he had dusted and reorganized the Potion's supply closet. He even scrubbed the stone floor with a scrubbing brush and a pail of water. Knowing Snape he would probably come up with some other menial and rather nasty job for Harry to pass the time.

In the beginning of the week, Snape had been particularly harsh with him. He scolded him time and time again for trying to steal from his private supply cabinet while he put him to work. He even went as far as reverting back to his old ways of belittling him with such comments like, "You are just as arrogant as your father was," and "You think you can get away with anything because you are the headmaster's favorite pet." Harry just let the comments roll off knowing that the professor was saying these things out of anger.

More recently, however, Snape had begun to treat him with a little less disdain. Maybe he realized that his biting comments had no effect on Harry, or maybe it was because his anger was somehow misplaced. Harry couldn't be sure, but he was glad that the man had toned down his attitude toward him some. A part of him believed that Snape tolerated him because of his relationship with Draco. At least he left him alone now in peace during his detention instead of standing over him criticizing his every move.

Harry suddenly heard the classroom door open behind him, so he leaned forward and pretended to be scrubbing the desk in front of him. He didn't want to be yelled at for being lazy enough to take a break or not doing the job properly.

Snape walked across the center of the room carrying an armful of books, his robes swishing about in a dramatic manner. He looked about his classroom determinedly searching for some mistake that he could chastise the boy for. Setting the heavy books on his desk, he turned around to face Harry. His face was still somewhat pale, but his obsidian eyes now shined with brightness. In fact, he looked a lot healthier than he had been in a long time. Harry wondered if he and Dumbledore had found a solution to Snape's dilemma or if Voldemort had finally tired of torturing his former servant. In either case, Harry was secretly glad that the man was looking more like his old self. He still believed that it was partly his fault that Snape was being punished in the first place. Harry's own blood, after all, was responsible for bringing the Dark Lord back to power.

"Are you done, already?" he asked with only a small hint of his usual sneer in his voice.

Harry merely nodded and placed the scrub brush in his bucket and waited for further instructions. Snape folded his arms over his chest and studied the boy carefully.

"I really didn't expect you to finish all of the work I have given you so soon. I hate to admit this, but your cleaning abilities are impeccable. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn that you used magic instead of a brush. I should give you detention more often. Your skills may be lacking in the art of potion making, but they are superior in the art of housekeeping," he said mocking the small boy in front of him.

"I had a lot of practice," said Harry softly as he pushed his glasses back into position on his face.

"What?" asked Snape. He had clearly heard the boy, but he was curious about his comment.

"I said I had a lot of practice… a-at the Dursleys... I mean," said Harry in a defensive voice.

"I see," said Snape, as he nodded in understanding. Harry knew that Draco had told his godfather a little about his home life in an attempt to make the man understand that the boys shared a similar past.

Snape opened his mouth like he wanted to say more, but shut it instead. He went back to his desk and began to sort through his things to prepare for his lessons in the morning. Harry watched him closely, wondering if he was going to be dismissed or not.

"I understand that you are going to start talking to Professor Lupin about what has been troubling you," said Snape.

"Yeah," said Harry cautiously. He wondered where this line of questioning was going.

"I'm glad that you have chosen to talk to someone, even if it is that godforsaken werewolf. I would hate to find you trying to steal from me again in a vain attempt to mask your troubles. Dreamless sleep potions do not make your problems go away. Taking a potion like that is like putting a temporary band-aid over more serious problems. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I know… but I was… desperate," said Harry, who felt the need to explain himself.

"Well, these are desperate times Mr. Potter, there is a war going on… but that does not excuse the fact that you tried to steal from one of your professors."

Harry looked away quickly, his face growing hot with embarrassment. Snape was right. People are being killed out there in the battles being waged by Voldemort. There are people with far worse problems than my own, and here I am wallowing in self pity, thought Harry. He was called back to attention when he heard Snape's voice again.

"Draco was looking for you earlier, but I told him that you were busy working and didn't have time to talk," said Snape in a disinterested voice.

"Oh," said Harry. He would have liked to have been able to see Draco as they had not had a lot of alone time with each other recently. Quidditch, detentions, and the endless amounts of homework that the professors liked to pile on had begun to take its toll on their relationship. They couldn't talk during meals because they sat at their own house tables, and it was too difficult to try and hold a conversation during the classes they shared together.

He watched as the potion's master disappeared in the classroom supply cabinet, wondering if he should leave. Snape quickly returned carrying a few ingredients, which he then set down upon his private work station. "He mentioned something about telling you to meet him later. He said that you would know where to go," said Snape.

"Thanks for the message. Was there anything else you needed me to do?" asked Harry. He was feeling a little impatient now that he knew he would have an opportunity to have some alone time with Draco.

"No, that will be all today. I will see you tomorrow at the same time. You are dismissed."

"Thank you," said Harry. He dumped the dirty water into the sink, and returned the scrub brush and the bucket to the closet. He grabbed his school bag from the far corner and then left the classroom without looking back.

He was excited about seeing Draco tonight and he hoped that they would finally have an opportunity to talk. He walked towards their secret meeting spot, and felt his stomach do a small flip flop. He enjoyed the light fluttery feeling that he got when he thought about Draco. The blond haired boy had an incredible power over him, and made Harry feel alive like no other person could.

He arrived at the Room of Requirement rather quickly, but saw that Draco was no where to be found. Somewhat disappointed, he decided to wait for him on the couch in front of the fireplace. He sat there for a few minutes quietly, but soon the warmth of the flickering flames lulled him to sleep.

Harry found himself huddling in the corner of what appeared to be a cell of some kind. The room itself was fairly small, maybe only 6 feet by 7 feet. He felt a coldness like none other seeping through the drafty stone walls. All he had to protect himself from the chill besides the ragged clothes on his weak body was a thin piece of cloth that was too small and shabby to be considered much of a blanket. His hands and feet felt quite numb, and he longed for something that would bring him more warmth. The small cot on the other side of the cell was left untouched, knowing that it was more than likely infested with disease and lice. There were no windows to speak of in the tiny room, so he had no idea if it were day or night. The heavy cell door was covered with thick bars, and hardly any light entered the cell. There were very few torches along the prisoner's corridors as the Dementors did not have much of a need for them. The darkness was as much of an imprisonment as the cell itself was.

Harry began to recall not only what was happening in this particular memory, but he could also sense Sirius's train of thought while he was in prison. For a long time, all Sirius wanted was revenge. Revenge for being wrongfully accused and sent to this god awful place… revenge on Peter for betraying them… revenge on You-Know-Who for killing his "true" family. But now he just wanted out so that he could prevent any further catastrophes from happening.

At first he had no idea how long he had been in Azkaban. For all he knew it could have been months or perhaps years. Time has a way of seeming to be nonexistent in this darkened place. He now realized that a good many years had passed after seeing the news article in the newspaper given to him by Cornelius Fudge. Peter was at Hogwarts with Harry, and he was perfectly positioned to act if one hint reached his ears that the Dark side was gathering strength again. Sirius became obsessed with the idea of breaking out, but he waited patiently for the opportune time to make his escape. All he had right now was time.

The unmistakable feeling of desperation and loneliness began to consume him and he knew that the Dementors must be near. He quickly transformed into his dog form and waited for them to pass. As Padfoot, his emotions were less complex, and therefore the Dementors could not sense him. He would not allow those monstrous creatures to suck his one happy thought from his mind… his innocence. It was the only thing that kept him sane.

Instead of passing by his cell door, one of the Dementors stopped right in front of it. Its ragged black robes were billowing against the chilled air that entered the prison from the endless amount of thin crevices in the stone walls. The sight of the hideous creature never failed to strike fear in his heat. He moved back into the corner of the cell and into the shadows, hoping that he would be left alone. Suddenly, a grotesquely skeletal hand appeared from the tattered robes and opened the cell door. He soon realized that it had come to bring him some food, something they rarely considered giving the prisoners. They like the prisoners to remain as weak as possible for it provided them with easy prey.

He saw his opportunity and rose up on all fours. When he thought that it wasn't looking, he slipped past the foul thing as quietly as possible. The Dementor could immediately sense that something was wrong and whipped his head about in a confused manner. It the let out a horrible demonic like scream as it realized that the prisoner was no longer in the cell. The Dementor was unable to focus on Padfoot since his emotions were now that of an animal, and it hurried in the other direction to find another Dementor to begin a search party.

Relieved that he had not been detected, he ran as fast as he could through the long corridors, not really knowing where he was going. He skidded to a stop at the end of the long hallway and looked desperately left and right trying to decide which direction to go. One way led down another corridor, the other led up a flight of stairs. Looking back behind him he noticed that there were three Dementors headed his way, and another one was now coming up on his left.

He raced up the stairs taking three at a time with his long canine legs and came upon a large empty room that contained one barred window. Sniffing the air he realized that he could smell the saltiness of the ocean. He approached the window and stood up on his hind legs. It appeared that there was only one way to go and that was down. He sighed deeply, and he jumped with all his might and landed on the window ledge. In his precarious position he could see that the ocean was several stories below him. Because he was so thin he was able to easily slip through the bars, but he miscalculated the amount of effort he needed. He fell off the outside window ledge and plummeted towards the stormy sea below.

"Harry!"

He fell down… down… down… until he finally smacked the surface of the salty water. Because of the distance he fell it took some time to orient himself in the dark waters and swim to the surface.

"Harry!"

He began to panic as he dog paddled his way upwards, it seemed as if he was never going to reach the top. Was he even going in the right direction? It was so hard to tell in his panicked state. His lungs were now screaming in protest from the lack of oxygen. Finally, when it seemed that he could hold out no longer his head broke the surface.

"Harry!"

Harry could feel someone shaking his shoulders and he bolted awake gasping for air. He looked up and realized that Draco was standing over him with a concerned look on his face.

"Are you alright?" the blond asked as he sat down beside his boyfriend.

"Yeah…. I'm fine..," Harry managed to say after a few shaky breaths.

"You don't seem fine. You were thrashing around and whimpering quite a bit when I came in. Were you having a nightmare?" There were lines of worry creasing his forehead.

"No, not really. Just a dream, that's all," Harry tried to explain.

"What was the dream about?"

"I would rather not talk about it right now," said Harry. He really did not want to have to think about Sirius right now after that dream and he especially did not want to think about those Dementors. He always had bad experiences around them, and he hated to even think that they existed.

"Well, when do you think you would like to talk about it!" said Draco angrily.

"Huh… what?" asked Harry dumbly. Draco abruptly got up off the couch and paced back and forth in front of the fireplace. His pale eyes reflected the light of the fire making him appear to be much angrier than he was.

"You know what I am talking about. You never talk to me anymore. I am trying so hard to be supportive, and all you do is shut me out! I have changed so much for you and what thanks do I get? You refuse to talk about what is bothering you! I find out that you are looking up ingredients for a dreamless sleep potion, but you won't even tell me why."

"I… it's just that…I…don't know…," Harry struggled to form words, but felt at a loss to describe everything that had been happening. He had kept Draco in the dark for too long while he tried to sort everything out. Now it seemed that Draco was really angry with him. Harry was upset with himself for being so foolish. A huge lump formed in the back of his throat making it difficult to swallow. His eyes became glassy, but they did not shed any tears.

"I hardly ever see you anymore and when I do you're being all secretive. I am sick of it! I try so hard to love you and be there for you. And every time you shut down on me it's like you are throwing all my love in my face like it means nothing. Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I trust you," said Harry softly.

"Then why are you doing this?" asked Draco as he stopped pacing and stared down at the smaller boy. Harry slowly met his gaze. His emerald eyes caught Draco's pale ones communicating how confused and in pain he was right now.

Draco sat down beside him again and let out a grunt in frustration. He balled up his fists in frustration and punched the pillow beside him. Harry couldn't bring himself to look at him just yet. They sat there quietly for a few moments until Draco finally turned his head to look at Harry. "I am sorry that I yelled at you, it's just… this whole situation…you are all that I have right now, and it hurts when you won't talk to me about things."

"I'm sorry, Draco. I didn't realize that I was hurting you. I just feel so messed up about everything right now. I don't know how to tell you what was going on because I feel like I am going crazy," Harry looked down at his hands that he was currently wringing with nervousness and tried to find a way to begin.

Draco tilted his head to the side and asked, "Harry, what's going on?"

"Well, you know how I was having nightmares before about my past?"

Draco nodded in understanding and reached out and took Harry's hand. He gave it a squeeze and then began to stroke the back of it lovingly with his thumb, willing him to continue.

"Well, as you know Dumbledore gave me that pensieve so that I could store my memories in there. For a while, it seemed like it had worked. I didn't have any dreams about my relatives or Voldemort. I didn't even have any visions about what the Dark Lord was doing, which was pretty weird since I have lived with them for so long. But then… I started to have these strange dreams…"

"What do you mean?" asked Draco.

"They were really weird. First, I dreamt that I was being yelled at by some man for something I had done wrong at school… and then I dreamt that I was talking to this boy beside the lake… there were some other dreams too but they were like only fragments of dreams or something. I couldn't piece them together to mean anything. What was really strange was that it seemed like I knew all these people in my dreams even though I had never met them before. I said and did things that I would have never had said or done before. It felt like I was reliving someone else's memories."

"That is so strange… what do you think they mean…" said Draco in wonder.

"Well, I wasn't sure at first, but I think I kind of figured out whose memories I am dreaming of…"

"Who?"

"Sirius…" said Harry softly.

"Your godfather! Harry, I don't understand…."

"Listen, I know it sounds strange and for a while there I thought I was going crazy. But it is all starting to make sense."

"How do you know that your dreams are Sirius's memories?"

"Do you remember back in our third year when I fell off my broom because of the Dementors?"

"Yeah," said Draco. The blond had a guilty look on his face for he had teased Harry several times about the way he reacted to the Dementors.

"Well, I dreamt that I saw the whole thing from the stands, where he would have been sitting that day. After I watched myself fall off the broom, I ran away so that I wouldn't be discovered. I looked down and saw that I was running on all fours. I had large black paws, just like Sirius's animagus form. He was a large black dog named Snuffles…er… well actually that was our code word for him… he was really called Padfoot," explained Harry.

Harry looked back at Draco and realized that he had a sad look on his face. "You don't believe me, do you?"

"Harry, it's not that. You're still grieving for you godfather. Don't you think that it is possible that you are subconsciously making up these dreams because you don't want to believe he is really gone?"

Harry's eyes became glassy again as he started thinking about Draco said, but deep down he knew the truth and he wiped away a couple tears hastily.

"I know he is dead, Draco, and I thought I was making up the dreams subconsciously too. But there are too many details in my dreams that I couldn't have possibly ever known."

"Like what?" asked Draco curiously.

"Like when you came in here tonight, I was dreaming about how Sirius escaped from Azkaban. I knew only bits and details from what he told me from before, but I relived it like I was actually there. I knew what he was thinking and feeling while he was in prison." Draco still looked doubtful. Harry was getting more and more desperate to have someone understand what he was going through. "You have got to believe me Draco! You just have to!"

"I am trying to Harry, but your story sounds pretty unbelievable."

"Then I will prove it to you!" said Harry determinedly. He looked about the room until he found his school bag. He found it lying behind the couch, where he must have tossed it earlier. He searched frantically through its contents looking for one of the most precious things he owned.

"How?" asked Draco as he watched as Harry searched.

"With this!" said Harry as pulled his godfather's leather bound journal out of his bag.

"Isn't that your godfather's journal? I haven't seen that since this summer."

"That's because I haven't been reading it as much… at least not until recently. Remember when I told you about the dream that I had about talking to a boy by a lake?"

"Yeah..."

"Well, read the journal entry that I have bookmarked. It should say April 28th at the top," commanded Harry. He shoved the journal towards Draco and nodded at him to take it.

Draco read the journal entry quietly to himself and then looked up at Harry. "I knew about Regulus being Sirius's brother because we are cousins. I also remember hearing from my father that Regulus had joined the Death Eaters, but I am not sure what this has to do with your dream."

Harry looked at him with frustration. "Look at this line again… here let me read 'I tried to talk some sense into him, but since that day at the lake he has refused to speak to me.' Don't you see… this journal entry is referring to the memory I experienced in my dream."

"I am still not following you…"

"I had the dream about being at the lake talking to a dark haired boy before I even read this entry. I had no idea that Sirius talked to his brother by a lake until after I had the dream. Don't you see… there was no way for me to know about this before I dreamt about it! I am reliving Sirius's memories!"

"Are you sure you didn't read this before?"

"Yes!"

"Oh gods…you're right… this is so weird," said the blond haired boy.

Harry looked relieved that someone believed what he was trying to say, but soon his face turned into a frown and he fell into despair. Somehow having Draco believe him made the fact that he was experiencing his dead godfather's memories that much more real. He began to shake slightly at the realization. Am I going crazy? Why am I even dreaming about Sirius? What do I do now? Will I have to live with these memories forever?

"Are you alright Harry?" asked Draco tentatively. Harry shook his no and squeezed his eyes tightly together. Realizing how upset he was, Draco reached out and pulled Harry into a hug.

"Are you sure you believe me? You don't think I am crazy?" Harry asked in a whisper. Draco pulled back and kissed him on his forehead near his scar.

"No, Harry I don't think you're crazy," said Draco. "I am so sorry you are going through this at all and I want to help you. Does anyone else know?"

"No," said Harry. "I didn't want anyone to know."

"Is this why you haven't been sleeping… why you looked up the dreamless sleep potion?"

"Yeah… about that… Dray…I kind of lied to you about that," said Harry looking at the fire. "I got kind of desperate when I wasn't getting any sleep. Some of the dreams had been really terrifying. That night after our study session I tried to steal a potion from Snape and I got caught. That's why I have been serving detention with him all week."

"Well, I can't say that I am happy that you lied to me, but I guess I understand."

"I'm so sorry about everything… it's just I feel like I am falling apart inside… I don't understand why this is happening to me…" Harry's chin began quiver as he got emotional again, and Draco wrapped his arms around him once more. Harry dropped his head so that it rested Draco's shoulder. He clenched his eyes tightly but he could not stop the flow of tears that revealed his true anguish inside.

"It's okay Harry… I am here for you… We'll figure this out," said Draco as he stroked Harry's messy black hair.

"Remus doesn't know about this? I know you went to go talk to him the other night."

"No, I didn't have the heart to tell him I am reliving his dead best friend's memories. He wanted to talk to me about all the… other stuff. Apparently he used to be some kind of therapist. He says that I am not handling things very well, and he wants to help me heal."

"Well, I think it's a good idea Harry. You have a lot of people who care about you that are very concerned. It might be good to talk to him about these things."

"I know… it's just hard," said Harry sighing. Draco wrapped his arms tighter around Harry's body and pulled him down against his body so that they could cuddle together along the couch. Harry's head came to rest on his chest, and Draco continued to run his fingers through his hair. Harry felt quite content for the time being. Listening to his beloved's heart beat while Draco fingered his black locks was very comforting. Human touch was something that Harry was deprived of for far too long, and he savored every moment he had with Draco.

After a long while, Harry felt that he wanted… no, needed… something more from Draco than just cuddling. He wasn't used to being the one to initiate any kind of intimate contact so he felt a little awkward. He lifted his head and turned it so that his chin rested on Draco's chest. Draco turned his head to look down into Harry's eyes.

"I missed you…" said Harry.

"I missed you, too…" said Draco smiling.

Harry picked himself up slightly so that he could reposition his body over Draco's a bit better. He then leaned down and captured the blonde's soft pink lips between his own. He moved slowly at first, kissing him gently, but he hungered for more. He flicked his tongue across Draco's lips and felt his mouth open slightly. He entered his mouth eagerly, their tongues lashing at one another in a sudden passion. They hadn't kissed like this in a long time.

After a while, Harry moved away from his boyfriend's lips and kissed him along his jaw line until he reached the sensitive spot on Draco's throat. He sucked and licked at the tender spot hoping to elicit a response from the boy beneath him. Draco moaned in pleasure and ground his hips up towards Harry, rubbing their groins together. Harry felt his hardness rub against him.

Suddenly, Draco pulled back, "I'm sorry Harry, I know I shouldn't…."

"Shhh… It's alright, I want to… I need to…" said Harry lustfully.

"Are you sure? We don't have to go far," said Draco tried to explain.

"Shhh..," said Harry, as he captured that sensitive spot on Draco's neck once again between his lips. Feeling a bit daring, he gave him a little nip with his teeth before he moved on to his ear lobes. He began to suck and lick them as he in turned rubbed his throbbing groin against Draco's.

Draco's hands began roaming all over Harry's back being careful not to do anything that might cause him to become upset. He knew how delicate Harry's mental stability really was when it came to intimacy. He had been sexually abused for most of his life, and he had yet to really deal with the rape from last summer. Somehow, what they were doing was different. It seemed more innocent. Sure they were snogging like crazy and rubbing against each other wildly, but the fact that they had left their clothes on made it some how different for Harry. Their actions were not triggering any memories from his past so he was comfortable initiating everything that was happening.

Both of them were by now breathing more heavily and were emitting little sounds of pleasure as they explored each other's mouths and bodies. Harry began to rub against Draco more fiercely, until finally he let out a small cry of pleasure and fell heavily against Draco. His small frame twitched slightly as the orgasm left his body.

Draco chuckled softly seeing his boyfriend with a look of absolute pleasure on his face. "Alright there?"

"Uh-huh," said Harry drowsily. As if a light bulb went off in his brain, he lifted his head suddenly realizing he had neglected his mate. "Oh wait, I forgot about you. I could..."

"No, that's alright. I'm good," said Draco reassuringly.

"Are you sure? I feel bad that I did and you didn't."

"I'm fine. Besides, I got to see what you look like after… well, you know. I don't know how, but I think you look even more amazing."

"Oh, yeah?"

Draco nodded and planted a kiss on Harry's bruised lips. "We need to do this more often," said Harry.

"Really?"

"Yup, but next time it's your turn."

Draco laughed at his comment and pulled him back on top of him. They rested together like that for what seemed like hours, but alas, all good things must come to an end. They both needed to get back to their dormitories or they risked breaking curfew.

They gathered up their things and made their way back to their respective dormitories. Before they parted, Draco grabbed Harry by the hand and said, "I love you. You know that, right?'

Harry smiled. "I love you too, Dray."

"We'll figure those dreams out okay. You are not alone in this Harry. You will never be alone again. You have all of us to count on."

"Thank you, but I want to keep these dreams a secret for just a while longer, okay?"

"Okay," said Draco. He gave Harry's hand a squeeze and kissed him goodbye. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight," said Harry.

He was glad that he had told Draco about the dreams. It had been hard to make him understand, but he felt a whole lot better about it now that he wasn't alone. Maybe Remus was right. Talking about it all does make things easier to handle.

A/N: I had no intention of making this "extra" chapter so long, but I got a little carried away. I hope you all liked it. To be honest, I was a little nervous about posting it. I have never written a sexual scene like that before. Was it lame?

Many thanks to all my reviewers and readers. A thousand thanks to my beta Drae.