A Brothers Love

Both Draco and Severus stared at the sobbing Weasley before them. He sat in the cold balcony floor and held his Theresa in his arms, hanging on her like a lifeline.

Draco was surprised at the show of emotion that the Weasley displayed before them. They were after all slytherins and it was well known that Weasley disliked them. In a way, Draco was jealous. He had never been able to show his emotions like this. That wasn't acceptable for a Malfoy, something that he had been taught early in life.

In front of him, he saw love. He saw love for a sister, a friend. In a way, he knew that it wasn't anything else than a brother sister love, he wasn't sure why, but he just knew. He didn't have any siblings, something that also made him jealous over Weasley.

He didn't know how long is godfather and he stood there before his godfather spoke.

"You can't tell anyone about this Draco, do you understand me?"

Draco looked at him and nodded. This wasn't something that you talked about, he understood as much.

"What are we going to do with them? Take them to Madam Pomfrey?" He asked quietly.

"No, she would report to Dumbledore, and somehow, I don't know if it is a good idea that he knew about this. I have a feeling that they didn't tell him the first time, and I don't want to change that, not yet.

Draco´s eyes grew large. "Have she done this before?"

Severus just nodded and kneed beside the distraught redhead.

"Mr Weasley, do you think you can carry her down to the dungeon? I think it would be best if she didn't return to the Gryffindor tower for a while, at least not tonight."

Weasley nodded and tried to dry his tears.

"Where would she stay Professor?" The gryffindor managed to ask.

"She can stay in my rooms."

Draco was surprised by this, and so was the Weasley, but they didn't comment. Instead, Weasley managed to stand, a little shaky, and shifted Potter so that she lay secure in his arms.

Severus went first, and then Weasley. Draco followed the two and they started to climb sown the stairs. It was a good thing that Potter was small, otherwise it would have been hard for Weasley to carry her all the way down to the dungeon. He was still in some kind of chock, and he seemed ready to collapse any minute. Therefore, Draco was prepared to catch them if they were to fall.

When they finally was at Severus rooms, he spoke the password softly and motioned for the two boys to enter before him.

Draco had been in this rooms quite a lot, and smirked at the surprised gryffindor that looked around in some kind of fascination. You could easily think that the evil potion master of Hogwarts would live in rooms decorated in slytherin colors, but that wasn't the case.

The main room was decorated in blue and silver, and the furniture was of black leather. Bookshelves surrounded the walls, and a fireplace was in front of the sofa. Severus appeared and motioned for Weasley to follow into his bedroom.

Draco left at the door, looking at the interaction between Weasley and his godfather.

Severus drew the covers aside so Weasley could lay the still unconscious girl down on the bed. After that, Severus took of her shoes and they covered her with the blanket. During all this, all three of them stayed quiet. There wasn't much to say. Draco had questions thought, but he didn't voice them, not yet.

Weasley sat down beside the girl on the bed and stroked a lock of her hair out of her face. Severus left, and Draco followed him into the sitting room, closing the door behind him when he left.

"What happened Sev? Why was Potter standing on the banister, trying to take her life?"

Draco didn't quite know why he was so upset about this, it wasn't like he actually cared, was it? Maybe it was for the fact that he had danced with the girl all night, that had to be it.

His godfather walked over to the mini bar and poured himself a glass of brandy. He sipped on it and sat down in the armchair that he was so found of.

"I have no idea Draco, all I know is that something is really wrong with that girl, and I haven't noticed before now."

Draco didn't know what to answer. His godfather seemed depressed, depressed over the resent happenings. He couldn't understand it thought. Was he concerned about Potter? Draco had thought that the Head of Slytherin despised the girl. Had that changed?

He sat down in the sofa, staring into the fire.

"Why didn't I see it Draco? Why didn't I see that she was suicidal?"

Draco looked up at this godfather. Did he hear regret in his voice?

"How could you have Sev? She is a good actor. I don't think anyone could have imagined something like this. Who would have thought..." but he was cut off when Severus stood.

"I should have seen it Draco, and I would have done it if I hadn't been so damn stupid, just seeing James bloody Potters daughter instead of the girl she really is. I have seen it hundreds of times, in Death Eaters children and other Slytherin and occasionally in Hufflepuff's. Why didn't I see it now?"

Draco wasn't suer how to handle this Severus. He had never seen him before. A regretful Severus was something that Draco never thought he would see. Draco stayed quiet. Why hadn't anyone seen it? But then it hit him.

"You said she had done this before? Who found her?"

Severus didn't look at him, but stared into the wall, still holding the gals of brandy.

"Mr Weasley did."

Draco stared at the back of his godfather.

"So thats why he broke down like that? Because he had seen her there before?" Severus didn't answer.

"The question is, why did she do it tonight, what trigged it all?"

Severus shook his head. "I have no idea."

Draco went quiet again. He felt, he didn't know what he felt. Like he should do something for the girl in his godfathers bed. But why? What had trigged these emotions? Blasie was going to laugh his ass off if he knew that Draco had started to like Potter. Wait! What was he thinking? He didn't Like Potter... no.

He stared into the fire lost in thoughts, and his broom forgotten in a corner.

Ron sat beside Tess sleeping form, stroking her soft hair and thinking about what had happened.

The nerve of Hermione! He was going to tell her a thing or two. He had thought that she was smart, but obviously she wasn't. Okay, she didn't know about Tess problems, but anyway! He thought that he had been the one who had a hard time accept these things.

He shuddered at the image of Tess standing there again, just one step from a certain death. When she had slipped of the banister, he had thought it was over. He had been prepared to jump after her, just to end it all, just like she had done. But then..Malfoy.

When he thought about what Malfoy had done, catching her in her fall, he could no longer hate him.

He found himself thinking about why he had hated Malfoy anyway. Because all the hurtful things he had said? Okay, he was mad at him for that, but didn't really HATE him for it, he had done the same, hadn't he? Did he hate him because he was a slytherin? No, not really. Because of his father? No, then he would be no better than Snape. And Snape then, maybe the greasy git had a heart after all?

He took a mental note to thank them both later, but for now, he was going to focus on making Tess live. He lay down beside her, wrapping a long strong arm around her waist and pressed her against his chest.

Soon, he fell asleep.

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