Chapter 2

As Harry lay there by the Forbidden Forest, a creature slinked out of a near by tree. This creature, a mini-dragon, crawled closer to the boy in hoping to sniff him and identify him. The mini-dragon was a bright silvery with green tints throughout her body and had violet-blue colored eyes.

The dragon sniffed Harry once, growling softly before sniffing him again. She nuzzled his cheek with her snout and he leaned closer, hoping to draw from the warmth from her. As he moved closer into the creature's warmth, she curled up with him and protected him from anything that may want to harm him.

And as she curled up with the boy, Malfoy was walking along the lake by himself. He didn't want anyone with him for he needed some time to himself and was thinking about his inheritance that was forthcoming. With this inheritance, his veela blood would come into effect. That would be bad as he would have to find his mate and was hoping that it was Harry.

The blond was attracted to the dark-haired boy since the beginning of their 5th year. And how he had just realized it while helping him out with his classes and stretching back out his stomach. He'd so hoped that it was Harry that was his mate and not anyone else.

Harry and the dragon were curled up, leaning against the tree trunk and Harry was trying to keep warmth from the creature. His bleeding wrists' were hanging limply by his sides, bleeding onto the grass and his too-big pants.

It was critical that the creature was careful with Harry. If the boy didn't trust the dragon, that bond that was supposed to form between them wouldn't wok. The bond was between a human and his or her Familiar.

A Familiar is like a guardian angel. They would protect their human with their life and wanted to be with them all the time, but sometimes couldn't. And really only very powerful wizards would have a Familiar come to them.

Malfoy trudged down the lake to the edge of the forest. He squinted, looking at a lump of something ahead. As he drew closer to this lump, he gasped seeing what or who it was.

The dragon looked up, hearing the gasp before nuzzling the boy. I'm sorry, babe. I'll be back soon.

Harry sighed, nestling into the warmth provided by the mini-dragon. The creature nuzzled Harry one last time before taking off into the forest and into a tree, to watch the boys.

The blond had dropped to his knees by the raven-haired boy's head. He looked Harry over, trying to locate his wounds. Taking his hand in his own, Malfoy ran his fingers over Harry's bloody wrist before taking out his wand to heal the wound temporally. It wouldn't be healed all the way but enough to stop the bleeding and be transported. And it would be enough to get Harry down to Malfoy's Prefect room, where the blond could get his Healer's book to heal Harry.

Malfoy wrapped Harry up in his cloak, being mindful of the boy's wrists' and Harry groaned as he was picked up into Malfoy's arms. After he had settled Harry into his arms, he slowly made his way into the castle and then made a beeline to his room.

They quickly went inside, where Malfoy laid Harry on the bed before he went to get his book. The blond found the right spell, reading it over before performing it on Harry's wrists'. He then quickly flipped though the book, looking for a spell that would tell how much blood Harry lost. He performed it flawlessly; gasping at how much blood Harry had lost. Malfoy quickly tucked Harry in before leaving the room in search of his godfather.

The blond knock on the portrait quite hard and woke the portrait, which started grumbling. He waited a few seconds before knocking again and it swung open to show his godfather, Severus Snape.

"What is it, Mr. Malfoy?" He drawled looking down his nose at the boy.

"Need blood replenishing potion, please." Replied Mr. Malfoy, looking back at the potion master.

"For what," Professor Snape ask. "If I may?"

Malfoy muttered, "Harry…"

Snape looked at his godson, "What? Repeat that louder, please."

He sighed, looking up, "Harry as in Harry Potter, sir."

"Why? Did he slit his wrists' wide open?" Snape drawled once more, smirking down at the blond.

The blood nodded as he looked at his feet, mumbling, "Yes, sir, he did."

Snape's eyes widen as he nodded and motioned Malfoy in. "Just a second and I'll go get the one. And just how much did he lose?"

"Little over two pints," Malfoy mumbled as he looked down at his shoes. Snape sighed, nodding and grabbed two vials from his cabinet.

They left the quarters for Malfoy's where Harry was still tucked into the blonde's bed when they had entered. Malfoy went straight to the bedside, examined the raven-haired boy's wrists' and sighed that they had healed up perfectly but left a thin scar.

Snape walked over slowly over and handed a vial over to Malfoy, who poured it down Harry's throat and rubbing it to get him to swallow it. They did that once again with the second vial.

After a few spells from Professor Snape to make sure Harry was okay, he left and told his godson if anything changed that he should come get him. The blond nodded, saying that he would. He really wanted to have Harry be okay.

Malfoy dragged a chair next to the bed, watching over Harry. The blond woke every hour to check on Harry's stats, not wanted to lose the boy. And when he woke up to check on Harry, all was fine and he was healing healthy.

"No, please." Harry mumbled, tossing and turning. "Uncle, stop. You're hurting me." He gasped, shooting up from the bed and looking around. Harry's breath we short and he was panting. As he looked around, his eyes fallen on the blond sitting in the chair.

Harry's legs were tangled in the sheets so when he tried to get out of the bed, he fell. The green-eyed boy gasped as he hit the floor, groaning. The thud from Harry falling had woken Malfoy up. The blond jumped up and started, wildly looking for Harry.

"Harry?" Malfoy said, looking at the bed, with puzzlement. "Where are you?" The said boy groaned from the floor, tears starting to form in his eyes. The blond gasped, gathering Harry in his arms and deposited him back on the bed.

"Are you ok?" Malfoy quickly looked Harry over for any injuries. "Nothing broken, bleeding?"

Harry shook his head as Malfoy tucked him back into bed. He shook his head when Malfoy moved back to the chair and Harry's arm shot out, gabbing him. The blond looked at Harry, who was shaking his head.

"What? Malfoy sat on the edge of the bed, smoothing out the hair on Harry's forehead.

"I…" Harry swallowed. "I don't want to be alone, I want you to stay here." Harry whispered, his hand still gripping Malfoy's arm.

Malfoy nodded slowly, "Alright, move over."

Harry slid over; hand still on Malfoy's arm. The blond slide into the bed and the raven-haired boy let go of his arm. After Malfoy was settled into the bed, Harry slid closer to him and laid his head on the blonde's shoulder.

Looking at the boy on his shoulder, he smiled softly and wrapped his arm over the small boy. Harry smiled and wrapped an arm over his waist.

"Go to sleep," Malfoy said softly, lightly squeezing Harry around the shoulders. He nodded against his shoulder and slowly fell asleep, with Malfoy right behind him. They slept like that through the night, curled up against each other. Harry didn't have any more nightmares, just a dreamless sleep.

When Harry woke up that next morning, he was glad he didn't have any more nightmares for the first time in a long time. The green eyed boy watched Malfoy as he slept on.

'Well he is cute. Hot more like it.' He blinked, 'Did I just think that? I think I did. Oh well, I don't care. I do have a crush on him anyways. I wonder if he's gay or bi… I hope he his.' Harry sighed, thinking.

While Harry was off in Lala-Land, Malfoy had woken up and was watching Harry himself. The blond watched Harry for a while before stretching that knocked Harry out of his thoughts.

"Good morning," Harry whispered, smiling up at Malfoy.

"Morning," the blond whispered back. "Harry… since it's a Saturday and a Hogsmeade weekend, would you like to go with me?" Malfoy asked, looking at Harry with his blue-gray eyes.

Harry shrugged, drawing invisible lines on Malfoy's pale stomach, "I dunno…maybe… I guess. Yeah." He stuttered out. 'I sound like a bloody girl!' Harry giggled.

"That's a yes? And what's so funny?" Malfoy questioned, looking down at the raven-haired boy.

"Yes, that's a yes. And I sounded like a bloody girl." Harry giggled as Malfoy started grinning before giving a laugh.

"I'd have to agree with you there, Harry." Malfoy looked at Harry, smiling. Both the boys got up a few minutes after cuddling. "You go take a shower first and I'll find you some clothes, that ok?"

Harry nodded, "That's fine." He walked into the bathroom that was connected. Harry started his shower, after closing the door and stripping off his old clothes.

While Harry was in the shower, Malfoy went through his wardrobe and was looking for some clothes that might actually fit the small boy. He pulled out a pair of jeans that were tight on him, thinking that they might fit Harry before digging around for a shirt. The blond pulled out a few, hoping they were something that would work before grabbing a pair of boxers and went to put them on the sink along with a towel.

Harry quickly washed his hair, then body, standing underneath the warm water before getting out and saw a towel on the toilet. 'Thanks Draco.' He wrapped the towel around his waist, turning on the fan before quickly drying off and pulling on the clothes. They jeans fitted him just right, they weren't too big but they weren't too small and the shirts all fit but he picked out a dark green one to put on.

He left the bathroom after hanging up the towel on the rack that was there, and he was just in time to see Malfoy – Draco - pull on a black shirt. Harry squeaked, a blush covering his nose and cheeks. The blond smirked at Harry and he looked down at the floor, his blush becoming darker.

"It's alright, Harry." Draco smiled at the shy teen. "I'm not gonna hurt you for looking at me. I know I have a great body."

Harry snorted, "I know." He gasped, slapping his hands over his face and acting like he didn't want to be there.

"Hey, hey, hey," the blond pulled Harry's hands off his face and nudged him to look up into his blue-gray eyes. "It's alright. I promise."

Draco stared into Harry's green eyes. They were looking at him with hope, tenderness, longing, and a little bit of something else. A few minutes passed with them still staring at each other before Draco blinked and remembered where they were going.

"So," the blond looked at Harry as they left the room to the Great Hall. "Anything in particular you want to get anywhere?" He asked, looking at the boy.

Harry looked up at Draco with a puzzled look on his face before nodding and responding, "There is, but I can't place it. It's at Honeydukes, I know that." Harry shrugged, as both boys sat down at the Slytherin table for breakfast.

Like the other times, no one said a word about Harry being there and Draco started filling both their plates. Harry's stomach was getting there gradually, getting a bit bigger very week. Draco's appetite was surprising though. He could polish off a plate, with a little bit of everything on it, in minutes. They finished breakfast, although Harry's plate still had a lot on it.

The students had already filed in, and started eating their own breakfast. Then one by one groups of friends left the tables for the courtyard, where they would go to Hogsmeade. That whole Saturday was used on just that, going out and buying some sweets or having a date or whatever suited your fancy.

Harry and Draco were sitting in one of that last carriages, waiting to go and talking quietly between themselves.

"We need to get you more clothes. Those ones you have are just hideous. I'll have Uncle Sev takes us to muggle London and Diagon Alley for some wizard robes, too." Draco said to Harry, thinking about what style he would be in. "We could go for the rave look, or gothic look since you're being so pale. Or go in a total different direction. Hmm…" Draco trailed off when Pansy Parkinson and Blasie Zanibi climbed into the carriage with them.

"Drak!" Pansy exclaimed loudly, making Harry flinch and press back into his seat more. "Where on earth have you been hiding?"

Draco looked at her with a blank stare before noticing Harry. "Pansy, I suggest you sit your butt down before I hex it off. Shh, it's ok. They won't hurt you Harry, I promise." Draco soothed Harry, as he moved closer to hide in Draco's side.

Pansy's jaw dropped, looking at Harry. Blasie shook his head before making the stunned girl sit down and sat down himself. Together, they watched Draco smooth Harry and comfort him by putting an arm over the boy's head and around his shoulders.

Harry moved closer to Draco, laying his head on his shoulder and trying to ignore the others that got into the carriage with them. Draco smiled at the boy, keeping him close.

The blond watched the small boy on his shoulder for a while before looking up at his two companions.

"So," he said to them, gesturing them to talk. "What did you two want?" Pansy was too busy staring at Harry to answer.

Blasie rolled his at eyes at her, "She wanted to see you. You weren't in your room when we went and then you weren't in the Great Hall, so we tracked you down. And here we are." He explained to Draco and elbowed the girl in the ribs, making her jump.

"Oh, Draky-poo!" She cried, trying to jump into his lap.

"Pansy, I will say this one more time. Sit your arse down, or so help me Merlin, you won't sit down for a week," Draco growled to the said girl, angrily as he pushed her away. She sat down, crushed.

Blasie snickered, looking at the girl. "You need to get a hold on you emotions and actions. Along with some eyes, in case you didn't notice, Potter's here and he don't look too good."

Pansy glared at him before looking across the seat. She gasped as she finally realized, "Oh my gosh, is he going to be ok?"