Chapter Two

When Draco awoke, he felt a splitting pain in the back of his head and behind his eyes. He opened his eyes painfully, and whimpered at the blurry twin lying next to him. Fred stopped cleaning the blood from Draco's face.

Draco reached around to the throbbing on the back of his head and felt the congealed blood on a large knot. He brought his hand back around to stare blearily at the red goo on his fingers.

"Wh…?"

"Shh…Just rest, love," Fred whispered, taking a hold of his hands and cleaning the blood off of them.

"I hurt," Draco murmured.

"You're bruised pretty badly. And you're very contused," Fred told him.

"Am I home?"

"Yes. Do you remember what happened?" the redhead asked.

"Someone grabbed me…" Draco buried his face in Fred's shirt. He began to shake. "Did…was I…?"

"No. You just have a concussion and some bruises," Fred kissed his forehead gently.

"My eyes won't focus," Draco mentioned.

"I'm sure that's just the concussion. I need to owl Madam Pomfrey, so stay awake, all right?"

"M'kay."

Fred got up and quickly scribbled a letter to Poppy.

"You know it wasn't your fault, don't you, Fred?" Draco said as Fred started out the window for a moment.

"I know, lovely," Fred slipped back into bed.

"Where's George?"

"Down in the shop. You know how he is," the elder twin smiled.

"Does Harry know?"

"No. Just Poppy."

Draco smiled slightly and made a small noise.

"My poor baby," Fred kissed his head. "I'm so sorry, loverly."

"Fred…"

"I know," the Gryffindor sighed. His owl flew back into the room carrying a phial and a letter. He sat up and caught the owl. "Madam Pomfrey says to drink this and then you can go to sleep."

Fred helped Draco sit up and guided the phial to his mouth. After the potion was gone, the red head set the phial aside and laid Draco back down.

"Thank you," Draco snuggled up to him.

"You're welcome, Draco," Fred whispered as Draco drifted off.

Harry grinned widely as he ran out of the greenhouse, waving his test paper. He ran to Severus's quarters, laughing the entire time.

Severus was going over his lesson plans when his fiancé ran into his room, waving his parchment like a madman.

"I passed! I got near perfect marks!" Harry shouted, hugging Severus from behind.

"I knew you would," Severus smiled, even as Harry ran out to tell his fathers.

By the time the eighteen-year-old wizard made it to his fathers' rooms he was too out of breath to care that he was out of breath.

"Dad! Father! I passed! Oh. Oh, come on! In the middle of the day?" Harry covered his eyes as Sirius and Remus hastily buttoned their slacks and shirts.

"You're supposed to knock, Harry," Remus grinned at his raven-haired son.

"Well, excuse me for passing my Herbology NEWT."

"Wow! You did better than I did," Sirius said, looking at the test paper.

"Of course he did. You stayed up all night before yours," Remus looked over his husband's shoulder.

"But you stayed up, too. Remember?" Sirius grinned lewdly at him.

"But I actually studied beforehand," the werewolf stated.

"What did mum and dad get?" They knew he wasn't speaking about Sirius.

"Oh, your mum missed two questions. Only two. She loved plants. James did a little better than Sirius did. He didn't study at all," Remus smiled and sat down on the couch.

"With all the pranks and bad grades, how did he get Head Boy?" Harry asked, sitting in 'his' chair.

"Probably the same way Draco did. It's not always how you act, but how you act when no one's watching. You also have to be a good leader," Sirius flung himself onto the couch, narrowly missing Remus's lap, and the glare.

"Oh. I still need to go see Draco," Harry stood and took his test back from his dad.

Remus and Sirius glanced at each other.

"What? What was that look for?" Harry inquired. "What's wrong with Draco?"

"Fred and George asked us not to tell you. They said they figured Draco would rather tell you himself," Remus explained.

"Tell me what?"

"Go owl him and see where he's at," Sirius told him.

"You two are too vague. It's mean," the Man-Who-Lived glared at his and Draco's parents.

"Just respecting our future sons-in-law's wishes," Sirius told the teen.

"Fine. I've also got to go to Poppy for a headache potion; Severus is all out of them. And then, I was going to have lunch. I'm sure Severus'll join me, but do you want to?"

"I thought we were mean?" his raven-haired father teased.

"You area, but you deserve to eat, too."

"We'll meet you in the Great Hall," Remus smiled at him.

"I'll see you later," Harry hugged them. "Bye."

Harry left their quarters and as soon as he did, he knew that Remus had taken off his shirt again. "Horny dogs."

Draco woke up that morning with a splitting headache. It didn't help that the twins were banging around in the kitchen. The blonde opened his eyes and found that he couldn't focus them. Life was great. His head was pounding, he couldn't see, and he had to use the loo.

Draco felt for the edge of the bed and used the night table to push himself up. He gingerly took a step forward and then another. Then, he got dizzy. The next step he took, he fell, and his foot twisted beneath him. His fall caused some things on the night table to follow his example and fall to the floor.

The twins came into the room and Fred picked up Draco. George put everything back in its place.

"Why were you up?" George asked.

"I needed to use the loo," Draco explained, trying not to let tears run down his face from the pain in his ankle.

"Love, you of all people should know that you shouldn't be up. You can loose your balance easily," Fred carried him the few steps to the water closet. "Do you think you can stand for a few moments?"

"Yeah. I think so," Draco answered. Fred stood behind him to make sure.

By the time Fred helped the younger wizard to their bed, Draco had a flood of tears running down his face. George pulled the covers aside and Fred helped Draco to lay down.

"Love…Poppy wanted to see you today. Do you think we should get her to come here?"

"If we wait a little while, I'll make it. I might need a crutch or something. I really hurt my ankle," Draco hastily wiped his face.

George grabbed a sock from the floor and cast a freezing charm of it and wrapped it around the blonde's ankle. Fred took a pillow and placed it beneath Draco's left foot.

"I'm just going to owl Madam Pomfrey and ask her to come here," Fred started to get a piece of parchment.

"No, I'll be fine. Just transfigure something into a pair of crutches. I'll be okay in a few minutes," Draco protested, pain still evident in his voice.

"you're sure?" George asked playing with the fringe of Draco's hair.

"Of course. I've sprained my ankle before. My head hurts worse than my foot now," Draco lied.

"If you're sure…" Draco couldn't see the worried-suspicious look Fred was giving him, but he could tell from his voice.

"I am almost a mediwizard, you know."

"We…"

"Know…"

"Love."

FrednGeorge stood on either side of their blonde boyfriend, who was precariously trying to balance himself on the, formerly spoons, crutches. Draco's eyes were still very blurry, but he could make out the steps in front of him in the school. His head and ankle were still throbbing painfully, and flashes of agony would shoot through his ankle every few seconds.

It took twice as long to get to the Infirmary, but Draco and the twins made it without Draco falling (a certain event had the two redheads not been present). Fred held open the door while George helped Draco into the Hospital Wing.

Draco noticed the blurry form of his brother sitting on one of the hospital beds.

"Draco? What happened to you?" Harry jumped up and embraced his brother.

"I just tripped, s'all. Must of sprained my ankle. Nothing to get too worked up about," Draco smiled at his brother.

"Well, sit down, you wanker," Harry forced Draco to sit and leaned the crutches against the end of the bed.

"Harry, your potions just arrived, so here you are " Poppy handed a box to him. "There are instructions. I want you to come back in a week."

"Thank you, Poppy," Harry took it from her.

"Now, Draco, you took the potion I sent?"

"Of course."

"Now, what did you do to you leg?" she glared disapprovingly.

"I fell. I got really dizzy and lost my balance," Draco explained, looking up at the matron blur.

"I told you not to let him out of bed," Poppy turned to the twins.

"He woke up and we were making breakfast," George said.

"Draco, there's something you're not telling me," Harry glared at his brother.

"What?" I did sprain my ankle," Draco said defensively. At the second look from Harry, Draco caved. "I had a concussion."

"You still have one," Poppy circled her wand around the blonde head. "The potion just took away the immediate danger. That's why you're not to be out of bed. You should have more sense than that."

"I know. But I had to use the loo," Draco whined.

"Why'd you have a concussion?"

"I'll tell you, later, all right?" Draco looked away.

"Draco, you broke three bones in your foot and ankle."

"I thought so. I heard them snap," the blonde admitted.

"Draco! You said that you'd just twisted it."

"I lied…you know, that thing where you don't tell the truth," Draco groaned and whimpered when Poppy poked his ankle.

"You're lucky I like you so much. Otherwise, I'd just let you live out the pain," Poppy glared at him and waved her wand at her apprentice's broken bones.

"Poppy, you love all of you patients, even if they are boneheads," George scowled at his fiancé.

"Draco…" Fred turned away from the blonde.

"Fred, George… I just didn't want you to worry," Draco explained, gingerly standing on his mended foot.

"Moron," Harry pushed him back down. "What else is wrong with you? Are you dying?"

Draco scowled and fidgeted for a moment. "I can't see very well. Everything's all blurry, like when I put on Harry's specs."

Fred scoffed as the mediwitch began to root around the Slytherin's head again. Draco looked toward his blurry figure, and his eyes filled with tears when Fred left the Infirmary.

"He's mad at me," Draco whispered fearfully and began picking at his immaculate nails.

"No, love. He's just upset; we both are," George sat on the other side of the blonde and kissed his hair as Madam Pomfrey searched for something in her office.

"Don't forget about me. My brother's an idiot. Is this how you feel about Ron?"

"Among the others," George answered dryly.

"I just didn't want anybody to worry. I can take care of myself."

"Yes, you can. But not when you're hurt."

"I've got this far, George."

'I know, love. Fred and I both know how strong you are. But we can't sit aside and not do anything. We love you, and you're stuck with us, not the other way around. You're not a burden, or what ever the hell it is you think."

Draco snorted quietly and was about to reply when Poppy came back.

"Draco, I can't find any reason why your eyes aren't focused. None of my books have anything on eye disorders, excluding potions and magic that causes them. You're going to have to see someone at St.Mungo's."

"No!" Draco jumped up. "I don't…I don't want to go back there…"

"Draco, I don't know what's wrong with you. You have to," Poppy told him.

"I'm not going back!" Draco stared blindly for the door.

"Draco!" George stood and caught up with him at the door.

"Harry, you should go take your potions," Madam Pomfrey told him as he watched his brother.

"All right," Harry stood and walked behind the blonde and redhead. "Draco…come see me later, all right?"

"Draco nodded absently as George held him.

Harry played with the ring on his finger as he waited for the two potions to mix. It was a beautiful engagement ring with a large emerald set in gold surrounded by tiny obsidian stones. Harry smiled slightly at the memory of the last Valentine's.

Severus ha his favourite dinner on the cliché, but still utterly romantic, candlelit table. Harry'd burst into tears when Severus asked him to marry him.

Harry looked up as his watch beeped. He picked up the phial and looked to make sure that the potions had indeed mixed. Harry grimaced in anticipation and threw the potion into his mouth. The Gryffindor managed to swallow the potion before gagging.

Harry hoped that these potions would work. It they did, then he and Severus would be able to have children. Madam Pomfrey insisted that he go to St. Mungo's and let a mediwizard check him for any possible damage that she might have done while trying to save him.

The doctor, she'd reassured him that while they could find nothing wrong, he possibly could end up having complications should he get pregnant again. Dr. Joan Stafford assured Harry that if he took these potions now, it would help lessen any chance of problems.

"Is that…?" Severus nodded toward the box as he came into their living quarters.

"Dr. Stafford sent it to Poppy," Harry affirmed. "I just took the first dose."

"Good," Severus bent and kissed his temple. "Does it say if you can eat with it."

"You're the Potions Master. You tell me," Harry grinned as he looked at the instructions for the potions.

"Brat."

Harry childishly stuck his tongue out at his fiancé. "I can eat with it."

"That's the only thing that I needed to hear," Severus told him, not sitting down.

"I just like being long winded when it annoys those around me," Harry smiled and stood. They left their rooms with Harry's hand loosely held in Severus's.

"Are you nervous about tomorrow?" Severus asked the younger man.

"A little bit. But I'm happy knowing that I'll never have to take another Potions class again," Harry teased.

"That's nothing. I got rid of Longbottom and now I don't have to teach you anymore," Severus smirked at him.

"But you still have to put up with me," Harry smiled as Severus took his arm as they walked up some stairs.

"You're less annoying when you're not being abysmal at Potions."

"Git."

"You love me," Severus swooped down and kissed the corner of his mouth.

End Chapter Two