"I just don't understand why you're bothering to rub it in when you didn't even get to watch the game," Draco whined for about the 100th time. They were "studying" in the Room of Requirement. Really, Harry was laying with his head in Draco's lap, as the blond ran his hands through Harry's hair. Oh, and he was still going on about the quidditch match.

"Oh and you wouldn't do the same in your position?" Harry asked.

"Maybe," Draco mumbled. "I still can't believe you saw a giant."

"It wasn't as cool as it sounds," Harry claimed.

"It never is with you," Draco exclaimed in the voice he reserved for when Harry exasperated him. "Finding the Sorcerer's Stone: not as cool as it sounds. Walking around the chamber of secrets, fighting a basilisk: not as cool as it sounds. An invisibility cloak and a map that lets you see everyone in the castle: lame. Triwizard Tournament: wish you were never in it! You're ridiculous."

"If you had my life you'd wish you didn't have to do all those things either," Harry protested. "But I've got to admit the cloak and the map are pretty awesome." Draco rolled his eyes.

"You ready for exams?" Draco asked.

"No," Harry said with a sigh. "But I don't have a choice."

"You spent half of the year teaching other students these spells," Draco said. "You'll be fine."

"Thanks," Harry said. He leaned forward and captured Draco's lips in his own. They didn't get much studying done after that.

Harry felt like he blinked, and exams were upon them. Two whole weeks of exams? Whose idea was that anyway? One by one though, Harry made it through them. Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology, Defense. Just like that, one week was down. Harry felt confident he had done pretty well on all of his exams. Knowing Umbridge was watching as he got what he was certain was an "outstanding" in defense helped him enter the weekend with gusto.

Friday night saw Harry waiting in the Room of Requirement for Draco. He and Hermione had their Ancient Runes exam that day. Harry had not asked Hermione to join them, but he figured she would want to spend the evening studying anyway.

"How'd you do?" Harry asked as Draco entered the room, looking exhausted.

"Good. I'm just tired. Some of us," he gave a pointed look at Harry, "didn't have the day off today."

"Hey it's not my fault you took Ancient Ruins," Harry said with a laugh, pulling his boyfriend down onto the sofa with him.

"I suppose I'll feel better when you have to take divination and I don't," Draco said with a grin.

"Well, I can fail divination and still become an auror," Harry said. "Potions on the other hand…" he trailed off.

"I can help you study?" Draco offered.

"Tomorrow," Harry answered. "Let's relax tonight."

"Any ideas?" Draco said with a smirk.

"A few."

Potions. Care of Magical Creatures. Astronomy theory. Divination. As Harry had predicted Friday evening, he was certain he had failed the last one. The rest though, he felt he had done alright. Draco had indeed helped him study over the weekend, and he felt confident he had not failed at least.

Around 11p.m. Wednesday evening, Harry and Hermione made their way up to the Astronomy Tower for their practical exam. Everything hit the fan then. Harry and his classmates watched in horror as Umbridge and several others attacked Hagrid, then McGonagall. If he had thought he hated Umbridge before, it was nothing to how he felt about her now. Watching his head of house take four stunners right to the chest was heartbreaking.

It was with a heavy head he walked into his afternoon History of Magic exam the following day. He had not gotten much sleep, nor been able to concentrate on studying. His thoughts were still on Umbridge, Hagrid, and McGonagall.

Harry tried. He really did. He put every effort he had into remembering his lessons. But it's hard enough just trying to remember something you were never listening to in the first place. Add a severe lack of sleep on top of that and it was nearly impossible. All Harry could manage was to bungle his way through a handful of questions before he dozed off.

He was in the corridor…then the circular room…the room with the ticking…the room with the shelves…farther and farther…almost there…but something was in the middle of the floor. He was walking around him in a circle…

"Grab it for me," he said.

"You'll have to kill me," replied Sirius.

"I will," Voldemort said. "But first you'll get it for me."

The dream continued with the two of them going back and forth. It didn't take long for Voldemort to lose patience. Harry watched as the pale white hand raised, wand held tight. He heard his, no Voldemort's mouth, utter the curse. He heard the screams.

Suddenly, Harry felt hands on him, and he realized he was screaming. Tofty ushered him out of the Great Hall with every eye on him. He assured the man he didn't need any assistance, but after Tofty returned to the Great Hall he ran to the Hospital Wing anyway. To his utter despair, he learned McGonagall had been sent to St. Mungo's.

As he rushed back downstairs, mind spinning, he saw the exam had ended and Hermione was rushing up towards him. Before she could speak he grabbed her by the arm. He saw Draco right by the doors looking at him. He motioned that Draco should follow them, and dragged Hermione to a nearby empty classroom.

"Harry what happened?" Hermione asked as Harry paced back and forth.

Before Harry could answer, Draco burst in. He quickly closed the door behind and ran towards Harry. "What happened?" He asked as he grabbed Harry's head in his hands.

Harry closed his eyes and leaned into the touch. "He has Sirius," he said.

"What?" they responded at the same time.

"Voldemort has Sirius," Harry clarified. "In the Department of Mysteries."

"How do you know?" Draco asked.

"You saw it?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," he said. He turned to Draco. "We realized a while ago that there is some sort of connection between me and Voldemort. Sometimes, I can sense his moods or even see what he's doing. That's why I've been studying occlumency."

"Yes, so you can stop this from happening," Hermione interjected.

"I can't always help it Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. "And it's irrelevant. He's got Sirius Hermione! We have to do something!"

"Harry you can't be suggesting what I think you are?" Hermione said.

"We need to get to the Department of Mysteries," Harry stated.

"You'll never get in," Draco countered.

"Harry, think about what you're saying," Hermione protested. "How do we even know he's really there?"

"I saw it Hermione!" Harry yelled.

"But what if he wanted you to see it?" Hermione said. "What if it's a trap?"

"What does that matter?" Harry shot back. "Am I just supposed to let him die!? He's the only real family I have Hermione!"

"Well…"

"We should check," Draco suggested. The other two looked at him. "Use Umbridge's office. It's the only fireplace not being monitored."

"How will we get in?" Hermione said.

"I can get in," Harry assured.

"Well, you figure that out," Draco said. "Granger you be the lookout, and I'll try to cause a distraction."

As they headed out, they ran into Ginny and Luna. The two girls mentioned they had seen Neville on his way to the Hospital Wing.

"He had dropped all of his belongings on the floor," Hermione explained. "That's why he wasn't with me. He must have gone look for you there."

Hermione took Ginny and Luna and went to grab Neville. All four would serve as lookouts, and Draco would try to discreetly cause a distraction somewhere else in the castle. Everything appeared to go smoothly to plan. Harry made it in, and he got through to Sirius' place. Kreacher confirmed his worst fears, and then the worst happened.

Harry felt someone grab him by the hair and yank him back. He inhaled ash as he gasped at the shock of it. Umbridge yanked him out of the fire and practically threw him onto a chair. Before he knew it, his friends who had been on lookout were dragged into the office by the Inquisitorial Squad. Draco shot him an apologetic glance when no one was looking.

Umbridge assumed he was communicating with Dumbledore, and given her previous questioning about Sirius, he wasn't going to correct her. When she summoned Snape, Harry felt like someone had slapped him in the face. How could he forget Snape!? He could tell Hermione and Draco had had the same thought. He tried with all his might to project his thoughts to his potions professor. Since he couldn't be sure it had worked, he gave Snape the best message he could, but to his despair, it didn't appear as if he had understood.

When Hermione starting going off about some secret weapon, Harry played along. He wasn't sure what her plan was, but it was better than the nothing he had. So he followed along. Soon, he realized she was leading them towards where Hagrid had been keeping Grawp. They found more than they had bargained for. But as soon as Umbridge was gone, they hightailed it back towards the castle. Halfway there, they ran into Ginny, Luna, and Neville.

"Well?" Ginny asked, after explaining how they escaped.

"Umbridge was carried off by centaurs," Hermione said.

"And Sirius?"

"Gone," Harry said. "Kreacher said he was gone and never coming back."

"Harry," Neville interjected. "Why did you use the fireplace instead of the mirror?"

"The what?" Ginny asked.

"Of course!" Hermione exclaimed. "Sirius gave Harry a two-way mirror for them to communicate!"

"I guess in all the excitement we forgot," Harry said. "But it doesn't matter. I've already got the confirmation. I have to go save Sirius."

"I thought you were mad at him?" Neville asked.

"That doesn't mean I'm going to let him die!" Harry yelled. "He's my godfather! He's my only real family. I can't just leave him!"

"Yeah right sorry," Neville said. "I don't know why I brought it up."

"So how are we getting to London?" Luna asked. They all looked at her. "That's where Sirius is? At the Ministry?"

Harry shook his head. "You guys can't come with me," he said. "This is my responsibility."

"Dumbledore's Army was about doing something real," Neville protested. "Or was that just a lie?"

"You can't go alone Harry," Hermione said. "I don't think this is a good idea, but we aren't letting you go by yourself."

"So how do we get to London?" Ginny asked.

"We fly," Luna answered. "Thestrals are particularly good with directions." Everyone thought she was crazy, but without any better ideas they went to make their way back to the Forbidden Forest. Right as they were about to reach it, they heard someone yelling.

"Stop! Wait!" They turned and Harry recognized Draco running towards them.

"It's Malfoy," Ginny said, raising her wand.

"No," Harry exclaimed. She looked at him confused. "He's on our side. I'll explain later."

"Oh thank Merlin," Draco exclaimed between breaths. "I was hoping I'd catch you."

"How did you know we were here?" Hermione asked.

"Snape saw you and Harry heading into the forest with Umbridge," he explained. "He saw you return, but you never entered the castle again, and I knew these guys had gone to look for you."

"You went to Snape?" Harry asked.

"I wanted to know if he had understood your message," Draco said. "He did Harry. He checked. Sirius is safe. He is where he's supposed to be."

"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "Kreacher said—"

"Kreacher is loyal to the House of Black," Draco said. "My mother and Aunt are Blacks. I wouldn't be surprised if this is all part of Voldemort's plan. Snape said Sirius was tending to Buckbeak when you called. Kreacher must have injured him as a distraction."

"But…"

"The mirror Harry," Neville said quietly. "Let's just run upstairs and check the mirror. If Sirius doesn't answer we'll all follow you to the Ministry no questions asked."

"That sounds like the best plan," Hermione said. Harry wasn't convinced, but the others dragged him to the castle. Draco waited downstairs as they all rushed to the Gryffindor dorm to find Harry's mirror. He frantically fished it out of his trunk.

"Sirius?" he asked. "Sirius are you there?" They didn't have to wait long.

"Harry!" Sirius yelled. Harry's heart nearly stopped as his godfather's face appeared in the mirror. "Oh thank Merlin! When Snape said you hadn't returned from the forest I thought for sure you'd gone to the Ministry."

Water dripped onto the mirror, and Harry realized he was crying. "I was going to," he admitted. "I thought they had you. I thought…" He couldn't even finish the sentence.

"It's okay," Sirius said. "It's okay Harry I'm safe. Whatever you do, don't go to the Ministry."

Harry could hear voices on the other end of the mirror. "And you?" he asked. "Will you stay away?"

Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know Harry," Sirius said. "I won't lie to you. If the Order decides to go and confront Voldemort, I'll go with them. We haven't made a decision yet."

"But—"

"Look Harry, I'm glad you want to fight," Sirius said. "And I'm glad to see how much you care," he added with a small smile. "But I need to know you're safe. You're the one he wants, but the rest of us have done this before. This is our responsibility. Let the adults handle this."

"I'm not helpless," Harry protested.

"I'm not saying you are," Sirius said. "But given everything you've been through, I think we can all agree you deserve a night off."

"Sirius has a point Harry," Hermione said. "If it is a trap, they'll be waiting for you, not the Order. This is a good opportunity, but if you're there, everyone will just be worried about you."

Harry squeezed his eyes shut. "Promise me," he begged. "Promise me you won't do anything stupid." He looked pleadingly at his godfather. "You're my only real family. I can't lose you Sirius. Please."

Sirius stared hard at him. "I promise," he said. "I'll be more careful than I've ever been in my life."

Harry nodded. "Okay," he said. "I'll stay here."

Sirius sighed in relief. "Thank you Harry," he said. "Go tell Snape. He should know that you've made it back to the castle." Harry nodded. "I love you kid."

"I love you too Sirius." Harry watched his godfather disappear. He sat back and let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding.

"Come on," Hermione said. "Let's go tell Snape."

They trudged downstairs, and found Snape and Draco huddled together in the hallway. Harry didn't think he'd ever seen his potions professor so relieved.

"Merlin's beard Potter are you trying to send me to an early grave?" he demanded.

Harry couldn't help it, he smirked. "Sorry professor," he said. "I didn't think you'd understood."

"Of course I understood," Snape said. "You were practically screaming at me." Harry blushed and ducked his head in embarrassment. "Where is Umbridge?" Hermione explained what had happened in the forest. Snape smirked. "Serves her right." He looked around at them all. "Okay, I need to go get the remaining heads of houses so we can manage the school. I want you lot somewhere safe."

"The Room of Requirement," Draco suggested.

"Yes," Snape agreed. "That works. Go there, and stay there until someone comes to get you."

The others all nodded, and made their way upstairs.

"Well I don't know about you guys," Ginny said. "But I'm sure glad at least Neville had some common sense."

They all laughed. "In my defense," Harry said, "I didn't get any sleep last night."

"In your defense, you're an idiot," Draco said. Harry shoved him. "But you're my idiot, and it's cute." He wrapped his arms around Harry and gave him a kiss. "Sometimes," he added, quickly pulling away before Harry could shove him again.

They were laughing now, and Harry was grateful that Draco was capable of pulling him from the depths like that.

"Uh, so is anyone going to explain what's going on here?" Ginny asked.

"Well, Harry obviously finally gained the courage to tell Draco how he felt about him," Luna chimed in.

Ginny looked around the room in surprise. "Am I the only one who didn't know about this!" she exclaimed.

"Sorry," Harry said sheepishly. "It's not exactly common knowledge."

"Yeah, but how did Luna know before me?" Ginny asked.

"Luna knew before anyone actually," Harry said.

"WHAT!?" yelled several voices. Harry found his two best friends AND his boyfriend all staring at him in surprise.

He shrugged his shoulders. "What? She's easy to talk to, and not judgmental."

"I'm very glad to see things worked out for you," Luna sang.

"Thanks Luna," Harry said, offering her a smile.

Draco shook his head in exasperation. "This is what I aligned myself with," he muttered.

"It's better than the alternative," Neville said.

"Yeah, yeah I know," Draco responded, plopping himself down on the couch. He motioned to Harry to come sit with him. Harry sat on him instead. "Oof." Harry shot him a smirk.

"I'm sad," he said. "I need to be consoled." Draco rolled his eyes, but wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and held him close nonetheless.

"Do you think…do you think your father is there?" Hermione asked quietly. Everyone turned to look at Draco.

He sighed, and stared at he and Harry's laps, refusing to meet anyone's eyes. "Probably," he said quietly.

Harry used a finger to lift Draco's chin and make the blond look at him. "You aren't your father," he assured. Draco gave him a small smile, and Harry kissed him to affirm his point. "Everything will be fine," he said.

"So we trust the adults now?" Neville asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We don't have a choice," Harry said. With that, they all forcefully changed the subject, desperately trying to keep their minds off what could be happening at the Ministry.

Author's Note: Almost there! Anybody else think Harry just deserves a day off?

Also, several people, throughout the story, have expressed anger or confusion about why Harry forgave Draco for everything he had done when the point of the story is that he shouldn't forgive so easily. Those people are likely not still reading, but I'm going to explain it anyway. The answer is simple: Draco was there when Harry needed someone the most.

I'm not saying it is right, but a lot of times, if someone is going through something really traumatic, they grow attached to the people who were there for them in that time. It's not always a good thing. Sometimes those people end up being abusive or manipulative. Sometimes it just isn't a productive relationship (regardless of what kind of relationship). That doesn't change the fact that people have a tendency to cling on to those people. And sometimes, it works out.

In the beginning of the story, Hermione, Ron, Sirius, and Remus all committed the same mistake. Yet, Harry forgives Sirius and Remus almost immediately because they were there for him after his nightmares and helped him when he needed it. Even though they should have known better over the summer, once he was in their care he couldn't push them away the way he was with his friends. So he forgave them quicker.

The same concept applies to both Snape and Draco. Both have done awful things to Harry in the past, but because they were there when he was most vulnerable (in case you forgot he was self-harming and about to commit suicide), he's forgave/overlooked the past in favor of his new understanding of who these people are.

If you don't like that, oh well. Go read another story. I specifically said in my story description this was going to be a Drarry story because I wanted it to be.