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The Gryffindors, of late, were now being EXTRA nice to Severus, and Harry (by association). Slytherins acted as if neither existed; during classes they listened but talked minimal amount as possible to Severus.

Unfortunately, Draco, didn't get off so easy. He was constantly harassed by his house, no longer allowed to sit with the majority. Hisses snide remarks, and comments were thrown his way every time he entered a room with another Slytherin occupying it. He truly knew just where his 'friends' loyalties lay; not with him, that was VERY clear.

Luckily, his house hadn't resorted to physical violence.

"You know, I think I should have stayed in bed today." Harry moaned as he mooched Severus' French toast. "It's beginning to feel like one of THOSE days."

Severus rolled his eyes and pinch the bridge of his nose. "Don't they always? And STOP EATING MY FOOD! YOU'VE GOT YOU OWN BLOODY PLATE!"

Harry smiled and pecked Severus on the cheek. "So? I LIKE mooching your food, plus it forces you to eat more."

Severus looked at Harry. "And how does it do that?"

"You're serving for two now."

"Why did I ask?"

"Because you love to see how my mind works!"

"What I see of your mind has lead me to believe that it doesn't work very well."

Harry began to scoop up the extra syrup with his finger. "Hey, not nice."

"Stop doing that, you're getting sticky fingers. I do NOT want my supplies covered in goo." Severus pulled out his wand a transfigured the closest glass of water into a damp cloth. "Here."

Harry smiled as he ignored the cloth, choosing, instead, to eat the syrup.

"Ignorant brat."

"You still love me though."

"Whatever."

The days went by with fairly the same pace, Harry and Severus went about life and nobody bothered them, most just ignored them; no one yet, anyway.

"Sir." A Slytherin girl, Millicent Bulstrode, raised her hand at the beginning of class.

"Yes, Ms Bulstrode?" Severus was a bit annoyed, he was just going to tell them their assignment.

"I... I don't think it's fair to the other students that Harry, is in this class. He's your husband, after all, and from the past, his mark was always low. Now it's one of the top marks...sir." Millicent stated simply.

"Are you suggesting that I am putting a blind eye to Mr. Potter's work, and that I am marking Mr. Potter's assignments more leniently?" Severus asked calmly.

Millicent blushed slightly. "No, sir, not really."

"I must assure you, Ms Bulstrode, that I mark Mr. Potter's assignments double as to what yours are, but if you don't think that's fair, I will mark them harder. He is, after all, married to such an excellent Potions Master as I."

Millicent smiled smugly.

"Right. Whatever floats your boat." Harry smiled as he rolled his eyes.

"Potter, detention." Severus barked. "Turn to page three hundred sixty-two-"

"You know, Millicent, that if Severus is already marking me tougher than the rest of the class...That if as you say, my mark is one of the top ones, then that would imply that I am VERY good." Harry smiled.

"Potter, SIT DOWN, SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP AND MAKE THE BLOODY POTION!!" Severus barked at Harry. "Twenty points from Gryffindor."

Harry rolled his eyes. 'Whatever, but you know... I've got a point!'

"Just shut up, Harry." Severus accidentally said allowed as he rubbed his temples. "You and the rest of the world are giving me a headache."

Harry went about expertly making the potion. He'd learned to put a special shield around his cauldrons, it had help him a lot, he now no longer messed up anymore due to... outside interference. Severus was making rounds, watching the students, this potions was usually messed up in the first few steps. He was just walking by Harry's table when a vial was thrust into his arms. "Wha-?"

"A headache cure." Harry said simply as he went about making his potion. "I noticed you have them a lot, so I started carrying around some of that potion."

Severus nodded and continued on his way, quickly gulping the potion down; it worked. 'Thanks.'

One of the problems, or good things, about binds was that you always felt your bond mates moods, they even affected your own. If your mate was especially happy, you were just as happy; if you were fuming mad, they were too. This seemed to work wonders on Severus' moods as Harry was constantly in a happy-go-lucky state; unless, of course, Severus was really mad, then it didn't help that Harry was suddenly snapping at random people.

One such time was when Harry was prancing around like a little school girl; Severus' mood reflected this.

Ron had accidentally spilt some of his potion onto the table, and Severus. "OH MY GOSH! I'm so sorry sir!"

Severus, much to his un-enjoyment, replied. "Oh, think nothing of it. Accidents happen, I can't blame you for something you couldn't help." He'd waved it off like nothing. 'Great, RUINING MY REPUTATION ALREADY!!'

Another time, Severus' mood was reflected by Harry.

"YOU!" Harry took his wrath out on a small first year Hufflepuff, who'd run into him in her haste to get to class, causing Harry to drop all of his books. "Watch were your going, INCOMPETENT FOOL! Can't even see who's bloody well in front of you! What if I'd been carrying a harmful poison! You'd have killed us both; if not the whole corridor!"

The girl was in tears in an instant, running off to the nearest bathroom in shame. The other students near glared at Harry, 'Taking his anger out on little kids'.

Harry pinched the bridge of his nose, after realizing what he'd done. "Oops."

Draco shivered in the corridor as he leaned up against the cold, stone wall. They'd changed the passwords again, it was the third time this week they'd done that. He'd taken to carrying around his truck, shrunken, in his pocket. Ever since he'd broken that snake, he actually hadn't, it was still packed deep in his truck. He hadn't expected the man to go berserk on him, and he couldn't bring himself to return the real one to his professor. It was getting colder out though, almost freezing down here; and Draco was getting really sleepy.

'I'll never wake up if I fall asleep.'

It was way too cold, he knew that if he stopped moving, he probably wouldn't wake up again. 'Oh well, at last I'll have some piece and quiet away from all those traitors.' That was the last thought he had before his head slumped forward; asleep.

"Severus, come on. It's bloody freezing down here!" Harry moaned. "I'm cold!"

Severus laughed. "Whimp, it's barely noticeable."

Harry rolled his eyes and turned the corner; tripping on something as he went. "Ouch. Wha-? It's a student!"

Severus turned the corner and looked at Harry. "What? Why aren;t they in their dorm?"

Harry knew instantly who it was, their hair was blonde, it was Draco. Harry pressed his hand against the boy's skin; he was freezing cold. "He's alive...I think." A quick check of pulse revealed that he was still alive, but barely. "He's breathing; it's shallow, and his pulse is weak. He's got Hypothermia..."

"What?" Severus blinked. "How do you know?"

"I learned about it a while back. He's cold, we need to warm him up." Harry stood, whipping out his wand. "Mobilicorpus."

Draco lifted into the air as Harry lead him back to their rooms. Severus followed curiously.

"Go ahead and start the fire, don't build it too high, he can't warm up too quickly." Harry ordered.

Severus nodded and took off.

Harry walked through the portrait, Draco floating behind him. Harry quickly laid him out on the couch, and went about wrapping him in blankets. "Enervate."

Draco's eyes opened slightly. "'m I dead y-yet?" is speech was slurred.

"No." Harry said curtly. "Sev, get some warming potions, water them down if you can. He can't warm up too quickly; it'll freeze his organs if the blood begins to circulate too quickly."

Harry quickly went to the large bookcase; grabbing a healing arts book. The ancient book directed a simple way of dealing with cold.

The body must be heated slowly, the core MUST be heated first. Cold blood can cause the heart to beat at an irregular pace, causing more damage then good. The core may slowly be heated using warming potions. A regular Hypothermia cure fails to work after the body temperature has dropped past 30 degrees. "Estus quid" may be used to find the bodies temperature. See page 40 for severe Hypothermia treatment.

Harry turned to Draco, who was beginning to fall asleep again. Harry quickly slapped him. "Wake up! Draco, talk to me."

"Wha' 'bou' Botter?" Draco sneered groggily as he began to shivered.

"Anything! Just talk." Harry said franticly. "Estus quid!"

A small number appeared over Draco's head; 31.

"You 'ook really nice, Po'er, did you know tat?" Draco smiled. "Muh 'ouse look..lo...lo... shut me out again."

"That's nice." Harry said as he looked down at the book.

Keep the patient in mild heat, paying close attention tot he head, neck, chest, armpits and groin. Give the patient warm, sweetened drinks (no coffee, tea or alcohol). Keep them awake, and make sure to get them to a professional medi-witch or wizard if no cure is available. Weird or irregular behavior may occure.

Severus walked back into the room. "I found some hypothermia cure, and a warming up potion."

Harry nodded. "Give him the Hypothermia one."

"I didn't really brake that snake thingy, you know? It was brilliant really, I trans'gured a spare glass vial into an identical copy....I put the real one in muh p'ket." Draco slurred speech continued. "I have the real one too! It's in my truck..... I have ta carry muh stuff aroun' wif me now. Tey keep wrak...wre...messin' muh stuff up."

Severus stopped. "You didn't break it?"

Draco looked confused. "Wha?" He looked at Severus. "'llo Sev'rus... How're you? I like wha' yah did wif yur 'air....You know, weazzzllle 'as a c'ush on yur woonder boo-oy? I founded his dairy ones....in stird yeaar...."

Harry frowned. "I think we should give him the potions now."

Severus nodded vigorously as he forced the potion down Draco's throat. Purple steam came out of his ears.

"Where am I?" Draco asked.

Harry looked at him. "You had hypothermia. Now you're better though."

Severus glared at Draco. "So, what was this about my snake?"

Draco blushed. "Oh.... uh, I still have it, I was just kidding. Then you went and blew your top off, I've just never gotten around to giving it back to you."

Severus nodded. "So... can I have it back, NOW?"

Draco nodded and looked down at his body. "Ah, can I get some help here? I can't move."

Harry laughed and began to pull off the blankets. Once Draco was free he got out the snake and gave it back to Severus.

Draco stood quickly as soon as his truck was back in his pocket. "I should probably be heading back, you know...."

Severus looked at Harry. 'Please?'

Harry frowned. 'I don't want him hanging around, I may have saved him, but he'd still my nemesis.'

"Draco, would you like to stay here for a while?" Severus asked quickly.

Draco turned, he looked slightly shocked. "I don't know, I really should be getting back to my dorm."

"You don't know the password." Harry stated as Draco's face paled. "You told us that they locked you out."

Draco sighed. "Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt to stay... for a couple of nights."

Severus nodded. "You can sleep on the couch, I'll get Dumbledore to make a spare bedroom later....That is, of course, if you choose to stay for a while, longer."

Draco nodded. Harry sighed and walked into the bedroom and began to change into his Pj's. He quickly brushed his teeth as Severus got ready too. "Night, Malfoy."

Draco nodded at Harry. "Call me Draco."

Harry was a bit taken back but complied. "Night... Draco."

"Night, Po-Harry."

Severus lay awake as he listened to the even breathing of his bond mate. He sighed. "One Hundred thousand points to Slytherin."

With that said he snuggled closer to Harry and drifted off into a deep sleep.