A/N: Yes, I sorta editted out a A/N in here so now I feel I shall justify why it was even there in the first place. A few people a little while back reviewed saying little kids didn't like to snuggle which I thought was extremely odd since Iw as taking child development at the time and we were running a preschool and whenever it was story time the kids were all in our laps...so I got rid of it. And yes I know that took some time I've just been lazy.

Hermione and Draco sat silently on the couch in Harry's room, Severus securely ensconced between the two of them feeling severely put out and not only a little bit shaken up, each lost in his or her own thoughts.

"Mina?"

"Hm?" Hermione asked, looking down at the toddler squished in between her and Draco.

"Is Harry mad?"

She sighed and nodded her head. "But not at you sweetie."

"No, not at you" Harry said deliberately as he entered the room. He took off his gloves and tossed them onto the table and turned towards them eyes flashing. "I'm mad at them."

Draco gulped and shrunk back against the couch.

Severus yawned completely oblivious to the tension in the room. "Harry not mad at me?"

Harry shook his head 'no' and helped him off the couch. Taking his small hand in his he led him into the bedroom and placed him in his crib.

"Nap time." Harry said as enthusiastically as he could considering the circumstances, quickly helping Severus out of his dirty clothes. He threw them into a corner before rapidly pulling pajamas onto Severus. Kissing his forehead, Harry left the room, jarring the door a bit so he could hear what was going on. He suddenly felt exhausted and wished he could just curl up on his own bed and fall asleep. But he kept on walking knowing he'd have to do this now before he didn't have enough anger to.

Hermione saw him reenter and immediately launched into an explanation. "Harry, I-"

He held up a hand to stop the explanations. "I don't want to hear excuses Hermione." he said disappointedly. "He's three. I mean I know he's a sneaky conniving three year old, but he's just three. Ever heard of constant supervision? I thought you were more responsible then that."

Draco was distressed. "But Harry-"

"Didn't I say no?" he asked exhaustedly. He waved his hand dismissively towards the exit. "Just go."

Hermione frowned at him, looking like there was something she wanted to add, but one stern look from him got her to hastily retreat. She'd talk to him later, when he'd had time to pull himself back together. Harry then turned his glare onto Draco who quietly told him good night before leaving.

With both of them finally gone Harry got to do the one thing he had been wanting to do for the last 5 minutes. He flopped down onto the couch and sighed contentedly.

"Harry?"

Harry lifted his head and looked at the door. There not too unsurprisingly stood Sev, teddy bear firmly ensconced in his arms, thumb in his mouth, and hair sticking up wildly. He smiled and opened his arms.

Severus immediately ran forward into the waiting arms allowing himself to be picked up and tucked carefully next to Harry. He burrowed against Harry's chest and sighed contentedly.

"You ok?" Harry asked, gently brushing an errant lock of hair out of the three year olds eyes.

Sev lifted his eyes to meet Harry's. He sniffled and stuck his thumb back into his mouth.

Harry smiled and tenderly ran his fingers through the toddlers hair. "Bad dream?"

He nodded and move if possible closer to the warm body that was holding him. All he wanted to do was fall back to sleep. The fingers running through his hair along with the soft rumbling of comforting words slowly lulled him back to sleep.

Chuckling lightly, Harry leaned over and brushed a soft kiss on the top of Severus's head. He knew the toddler was sleepy and is it were so was he. Careful not to wake him back up, Harry scooped him up off the couch and went back into the bedroom laying him down on the bed. Not stopping he made his way to the dresser and changed out of his clothes and into pajamas.

Harry turned and stopped at the foot of his bed. Cocking his head to the side, he silently observed the slumbering form of Severus Snape. He wasn't sure what to make of him anymore. Deciding that now wasn't the greatest time to think about this, he sat down on the edge of the bed and tugged off his socks. Rolling onto his side, he threw the blanket over himself and Sev and shortly fell asleep.

Quidditch. The one thing Harry knew he was the best at. Today's game was one of the most hyped of the year. The Slytherin versus Gryffindor game. He ran a hand through his hair impatiently and looked over his team.

"You ready?" He asked them.

They all nodded and stood up. They all knew that was all the prep they were going to get from their captain, but it was truly all that was needed.

"Good." He said before leaving the Gryffindor changing room. His team fell in behind him as the made their way onto the pitch. Coming from the opposite direction he saw the Slytherin team headed up by Draco enter from the other side.

"Captain's shake hands." Madame Hooch said, watching to make sure the two boys didn't try to pull something underneath her nose. But much to her surprise they simply clasped hands.

"Good luck Harry." Draco said amiably.

"Luck," Harry replied, smirking.

The two teenagers turned towards the gob smacked ref and laughed.

"Are you alright, Madame Hooch?" Harry asked innocently.

She nodded once, the blew her whistle. Harry and Draco winced since they hadn't had enough time to back off before she had done so. Quickly they mounted their broomsticks and flew up above their team mates.

Harry immediately started scanning the crowds looking for familiar faces. He wasn't sure why he was doing this but he knew that something was going to happen and whatever it was it wouldn't be good.

Looking around the Gryffindor stands he saw Hermione frantically trying to get his attention a hysterically screaming Severus in her arms. The little boy doubled up in pain and he watched as Hermione sat down on the bench attempting in vain to find out what was wrong. Before Harry could even try to fathom what had been causing the now 4 year old pain, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen as if someone had punched him hard. He doubled up on his broom as the pain radiated through him. As the pain grew stronger, his vision clouded up, screeching in pain he clutched at his stomach.

Draco who had been right next to him watched in shock as his best friend screamed out in pain.

Cautiously he flew as close to Harry's broom as he could get. There was no faking the pain being exhibited and he knew he had to get Harry safely to the ground before he fell off his broom. Not even thinking he grabbed Harry and hauled him over onto his own broom. He heard the crowds abrupt change in demeanor, but he didn't care. He needed to get Harry to the ground and fast. Carefully he began the descent to the ground.

"Dray, wait." Harry rasped out, still clutching at his throbbing stomach wishing the pain would stop. "Need…Sev...get Sev."

Draco sighed and looked up to the Gryffindor stand. A large gap had formed in the middle. Even before he was level with the stand he knew why it was formed. Flying over the head of the petrified spectators he stopped in front of a sobbing Hermione and the unconscious four year old.

Harry instantaneously grabbed the unconscious form from Hermione and clutched him compulsively to his chest. There was nothing for it but the contact seemed to diminish the pain, finally allowing him to think.

"Dray," he whispered, loosening his grip a bit on Sev. "Hospital wing."

Draco nodded and took off towards the castle, ignoring all the shouts and questions that followed him out of the pitch.

Landing just outside the front steps, Harry helped Harry off the broom and led them inside and into the Hospital wing.

"Madame Pomfrey!" Draco yelled, into the silent room.

"What is it Mr. Malfoy?" Madame Pomfrey said in irritation.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Someone needs your assistance."

She frowned and left her office. Once in the main part of the wing she gasped as she saw the semi conscious form of Harry holding the unconscious form of Severus.

"What happened," She asked.

Draco shrugged, not really sure himself, before squeezing Harry's shoulder and leaving them to Madame Pomfrey's care.

"What did you do this time Mr. Potter?" She asked affectionately.

Harry shrugged and attempted to grin sheepishly, but all he managed to do was sway dangerously.

Madame Pomfrey frowned and helped Harry onto a bed and took Severus away from him. Almost instantly the pain that had dulled somewhat came back full force and he curled up into a ball. Seeing Harry, look pleadingly at her she handed back the unconscious 4 year old and left the two of them alone. Determined to find Dumbledore and tell him what happened she shut the door and locked it behind her.

A/N: well what did you think. Yes I know it's short again but honestly I'm not sure where I'm heading with this story although I know theres only 4 chapters left before its done. So yay!

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