Hi everyone :)

Since I got some good reviews for my past few last oneshots, I thought I'd have a stab at a short multi-chapter piece. And it will be short, no more than three, maybe four, chapters. I've still got another story to completely finish before I start on anything else major and I refuse to get myself into a situation where I have several stories all on the go at once. And what's the point of this story? There is no point; it's just sweet, fluffy fluff for the sake of fluff :D
Anyways, as for where this particular figmant of my over-active imagination came from. You can all thank my big brother for this because this was all inspired by him. He's got a really nasty cold at the moment and has spent the last few days all tucked up in bed while me and my mum run around getting stuff for him. It was while I was checking up on him last Sunday that we were discussing his symptoms and he said that he felt really cold and it was that which gave me the idea. You'll all see how my Harry and Draco loving mind twisted that one little concept into copious amounts of fluff very soon :D
This takes place in the 6th Year and, as with so many stories at the moment, take absolutely no notice of HBP what so ever.

WARNING: This is SLASH people. That's right; happy, fluffy, oh-my-God-that's-so-cute slash. No deeply angsty stuff here, just the very bare minimum, (and I do mean bare minimum, Disney movies have more angst than this). Anyways, if anyone has a problem with that, any problem at all, I won't stop you from leaving. I don't want any flamers but any that I do recieve will be dealt with -.-

DISCLAIMER: I really don't see the point of these. Like anyone is actually ever going to believe that I own Harry Potter. I mean, even if I were to say that I was the J K Rowling, I seriously doubt even 1 of anyone reading this would believe me. But, people get cranky if you don't say anything so for those people: I don't own therefore you don't sue.

That's all from me for now, see you all again at the bottom of the page and please enjoy your time here :)

Midnight darkness flooded the corridors and classrooms of Hogwarts and most of it's residents, students and teachers alike, were deeply asleep in their rooms. However, as with every generalisation, there were exceptions, the two which would be found the most intriguing are those which are the focus of this story.

The silence of the Astronomy Tower was suddenly broken by the small groan of old wood which sounded as the door into the room was pushed open very slightly. A head crowned with messy dark hair poked through the gap which had been created and peered into the room which was dimly illuminated with silvery moon light. They noted that, on the plus side, there was no one there, however that was also the down side at the same time.

With a light sigh, the head retracted and the door was pushed the rest of the way open slowly to avoid further groaning. A figure dressed in a pair of red and green plaid pyjamas bottoms and an over-sized grey hooded top quickly slipped into the room before gently pushing the door shut again. After that, the muscles of the figure visibly relaxed and they turned away from the door to move further into the room.

Coming to stand by one of the windows, the figure was lit up to be revealed as none other than Harry Potter; a Harry Potter with tired eyes and a suspiciously red nose. He leaned again the corner of the left edge of an alcove and hugged himself as he shivered. His feet were bare, totally exposed to the cold stone beneath, and all his exposed skin seemed to be a shade or so paler than it usually was.

Harry tilted his head back slightly to look up at the night sky. The moon was high above in it's crescent form and if he watched it very carefully, he could see it move across the night sky very slowly. They were a familiar sight now; the moon and the stars at around one o'clock in the morning. He saw them six out of the seven mornings in a week now but only as something to occupy his time with until the real purpose for his late night/extremely early morning escapades arrived. Yes, they were only a mild distraction.

How long had it been now? Six months since it had been acknowledged if he remembered correctly and about five months since he had realised that nightly meetings once in a while wasn't enough. So it had been about five months since he had slept through the night two days in a row. In one way, it seemed like it had been a much shorter amount of time and yet, he still couldn't remember what it was like for things not to be this way.

He sniffed and adjusted his position a little, bringing the sleeve of his top to rub across his nose as he moved. Harry noted with displeasure that he had a slightly blocked nose and his throat felt mildly scratchy. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, after a few days of ignoring the feeling of rough health, he could no longer deny that he was obviously ill or at least well on the way to becoming ill. It was most likely nothing, a minor common cold, but that didn't mean much when one was surrounded by people who were immediately at his side if he so much as frowned without apparant reason. He appreciated the sentiments behind such actions, he honestly did, he just wished that everyone would relax a little. Especially one certain someone...

As if on cue, thin, though strong and slightly muscular, arms suddenly wrapped around Harry's waist from behind and a chin settled comfortably on his shoulder. A firm chest pressed against his back and a pair of warm lips connected with his cheek for a brief moment. With a happy sigh, Harry allowed the new warmth to heat him, his hands coming to rest on top of the ones now resting on his abdomen.

"You're hands are freezing." The familiar voice of Draco Malfoy whispered in his ear as the hands on his stomach shifted so their fingers could lace together.

"You know what they say; cold hands, warm heart." Harry replied, noting that Draco's hands were wonderfully warm just like the rest of him.

"Muggle rubbish." The blonde muttered, mostly to himself, as he pulled Harry a little closer to his body in order to help the warming up process.

"Speaking of things which are rubbish, you'll never believe what I heard today." Harry said with a grin.

"Mmm?" Came his companion's slightly muffled hum as he had his face buried in Harry's shoulder.

"Apparantly you've been getting very friendly with Tara Sullivan."

"Who?" Draco asked, lifting his head a little.

"Fourth year Slytherin. Kinda short, long mousey brown hair, glasses."

"Doesn't ring any bells." He shrugged. "Who made that one up then?"

"I think it was more a case of her friends jumping to the wrong conclusions; you sneaking out every night obviously hasn't gone un-noticed and apparantly she's been doing the same thing. I didn't stick around long enough to hear whether she denied it or not, I was already late for Transfigerations as it was." Harry explained to him.

"Stupid gossips; couldn't be further from the truth if they tried." The mumbled reply came shortly before a rain of small wet kisses showered down on Harry's neck and cheek making the Gryffindor shiver in pleasure and grip the Slytherin's hands a little tighter.

A comfortable silence came over them then and neither said anything for quite some time. During the silence, Draco freed one of his hands so that he could rub Harry's stomach in soothing circular motions which caused Harry's head to lull back against his shoulder. They both looked up at the moon and stars, just enjoying being together and being in contact. It was only when Harry sniffed loudly and coughed several times rather harshly that conversation started up again.

"You're ill." Draco accused him gently, his free hand coming up to press against Harry's forehead to check his temperature.

"Just a bit of a cold, it's nothing." The dark haired Gryffindor assured.

"You should be in bed, getting rest and staying warm." Draco sighed but made no move to pull away. In fact, he moved his hand away from the others forehead and instead combed his fingers through the strands of his dark hair.

"I don't want to be in bed, I am resting and you're plenty warm enough for me." Harry argued lightly, snuggling further into the blonde's arms just to emphasise the point. "We don't get to be together all that much anyway and I refuse to give up the short time we do have."

"What would you rather? Miss one night of meeting up so that you can get some rest or miss several nights in a row because you're too ill to even leave your bed?" Draco challenged as harshly as he could manage, which turned out to be not that harsh at all.

"Oh don't be so dramatic." Harry chided, gently smacking the pale hand which held his own right hand which had regained some of it's colour now that it was a little warmer.

"I'm not being dramatic." Draco grumbled.

"Yes you are. I'll be fine. I bet you anything that this is the worst I'll get."

"That doesn't mean anything from you. You're so bloody selfless that you'd say "I'm fine" if you were missing an arm and your spleen was half hanging out of your side." Harry shrugged but said nothing. "You need to stop being the martyr and start thinking about yourself once in a while. I'll get premature wrinkles if I have to keep worrying about you on your behalf. Wrinkles Harry, wrinkles! You want a wrinkly boyfriend?"

"There's no need for you to worry about me. You have enough of your own problems to deal with without concerning yourself with my minor cold." Harry told him gently, ignoring his comment on the wrinkles. The boy behind him tensed as he said this and Harry turned to look at him. "What is it?" He inquired softly, giving the hand in his a supportive squeeze and a supportive jostle.

"I got a letter from mother this evening; They keep asking after me."

Harry's heart sank and he knew who They were instantly. The Death Eaters. As Draco's birthday got closer and closer, so did the time when he was expected to take the Dark Mark and also the time when their relationship would have to come out. He had been the first person Draco had gone to when he decided that he wanted nothing to do with the Death Eaters and, after making sure that it wasn't some kind of trap, Harry had promised to protect Draco from being forced into taking the Mark. Their relationship had begun soon after that.

Draco was still tense behind Harry and it was obvious that the recollection of the news had brought buried anxiety and fear to the surface. With a small sigh, Harry turned in his arms so that they were face to face. The grey eyes of the other boy were shut tightly and he had a hard look of concentration on his face; he was trying not to cry.

"Hey, it's okay, nothing will happen to you, I promise." Harry murmured to him, bringing his arms around the slightly taller boy and gently pulling his head down to rest on his shoulder.

"I'm scared Harry." Draco whispered brokenly, his voice tinted with the first hint of forming tears.

"I know you are darling, I know." Harry soothed, running his hand down the blonde's head and along the length of his neck. Draco buried his face firmly in the slope of Harry's neck and let out a long, shuddered breath. He clung to the shorter boy almost desperately.

"I'm sorry." Draco breathed.

"What for?" Harry asked gently.

"For being like this. For being so scared."

"Don't be silly. You have nothing to be sorry for. Everybody gets scared."

"You don't." Draco pointed out.

"I'm the Boy-Who-Lived; I'm not allowed to get scared." Harry sighed, his tone wavering somewhere between bitterness and grim amusement.

"What if They make me take it?" Draco asked suddenly, his voice still quivering slightly.

"Then we'll find a way to take it off." Harry insisted confidently. "I won't let Them take you away from me."

Draco finally shifted his position, raising his head off of Harry's shoulder. His eyes were slightly damp and a little blood-shot and were locked in an intense gaze with Harry's. Then, in an instant, Harry found himself pressed back against the wall behind him with Draco's lips furiously pressed against his. He found himself too surprised to react for several moments and could only stare at the blonde's closed eyes which were right in front of him. However, he soon managed to snap out of his stupor and kissed back earnestly. Their tongues met and entwined desperately and they remained joined until Harry had to pull away to breathe as his nose was too blocked to provide him with the sufficiant amount of oxygen he needed.

"Sorry, I'm a bit stuffed up." He said in between his panting, with a slightly embarrassed smile upon seeing the confused expression on Draco's face. The look faded with that explanation and the blonde smiled a little before stepping closer, closing the slight gap between them. He lowered his head down and brushed his nose against Harry's a few times before moving to nuzzle his cheek affectionately.

"I love you." Draco whispered to him.

"I love you too." Harry returned, his left hand running smoothly through his silky blonde hair.

"No matter what happens." The blonde continued, stopping the nuzzling and opting instead for simply pressing his cheek against the other boy's.

"We're gonna be okay you know. We're gonna be fine." Harry assured, hearing the unspoken prediction Draco had just made. "We'll plan everything out: how we'll handle everything; how we'll tell everyone. We won't leave anything to chance. And, no matter what happens, I'll always be standing right by you, holding your hand. I won't leave you alone."

Draco said nothing, but that was all right; there wasn't really anything he needed to say. The blonde settled down in Harry's arms again and another comfortable silence rang throughout the Astronomy Tower.

And that my friends is Chapter One. How was it? Should I continue, (even though I'm going to even if no one says to)? Let me know :)

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