Disclaimer: Read the first two stories if you really want to make I don't own Harry bloody Potter XD

Warning: Char. Death, sorry guys...(It's not Harry or Draco, so...yeah...don't kill me!)

AN: Yeah...-tears- I was sobbing at my laptop hoping my roommate woulnd't walk in on me as i typed the last few paragraphs...that would have been awkward...

R&R

Some infernal racket was going on. Gawd did it have to be so loud? Draco groaned into the skin his face was currently smashed into. Harry. Hard floor made his back ache and he blurrily open his eyes. Hallway. What? Their was some more banging and clanging from the kitchen. What were they doing the middle of the hallway? He clutched his head and heard a sudden groan escape from Harry's lips.

"Cut the racket.." The black haired boy mumbled angrily. It was then Draco realized that they were utterly naked; it seemed thick black blankets thrown on them at some point of the night…or morning?

"Oh Good you two are awake." Hermione popped her head out staring at them down the hallway a skillet in one hand.

"Wh-what?" Harry jolted upright before clutching his head, Draco fell in his lap at the movement.

"You both pretty much passed out around four last night, Lupin threw the blanket on you after he tripped over you two." She said giggling light heartedly. Harrry stared at her for a moment, something was off with her laugh, she quickly returned to the kitchen and his attention was brought back to a struggling up Draco Malfoy.

"Ow fuck.." Draco murmured finally sitting upright next to Harry. He felt bruises everywhere.

"I feel like I got fucking beat over the fucking head…and everywhere else too.." He murmured grabbing the blanket to curl it around his body.

"Hey!" Harry said snatching the blanket back as the cold air hit his flesh. Draco grinned through his headachy mind,

"Sheesh you act as if we can't share." He purred pulling the blanket around Harry. In that action caused the other to fall into his heat, and he kissed the lips sweetly.

"We can share…" Harry murmured into the lips pulling him closer.

"Go get a room." They both heard Ron mutter as the red-head walked out of the bathroom,

"Oh but we're innocent." Draco replied angelically while running his hands down Harry's abs. Harry blushed,

"Yeah right. Go get a bloody room." Ron grunted softly trying to get around them and heading towards the kitchen. Draco kissed Harry's lips drawing the blankets tightly around them.

"Lets go. Shower, sex, breakfast." Draco asked nuzzling Harry's face.

"Sounds great." Harry replied getting up keeping the blanket tight around his body, hurriedly following Draco up the stairs.

Hermione poked her head from the kitchen and sighed watching both boy's attempt the stairs with the blankets around their legs. Gnawing her bottom lip she looked over at the letter that had arrived around six that morning, and the reason none of the order stayed. There was another attack.

"Do we tell them?" She asked Ron as he pushed his food around.

"You can." He muttered stabbing at a potato

"Oh…but…" She was tearing up again, "Harry…he's going to be crushed…" She said dropping the pan n the sink and turning towards her boyfriend. Ron stood and wrapped his around around her.

"Shh…it's OK…" He whispered soothingly knowing she would be in tears for the third time that morning.

"What's wrong?" Harry appeared in the door way in a pair of boxers, Draco was getting into the shower, he wanted to eat something before joining his lover. Hermione turned in Ron's arms,

"I…noth—" She started, but Ron silenced her with a look, his eye's landing on Harry's.

"There was another attack early this morning at the ministry." He started; Harry's whole demeanor stiffened noting something was definitely wrong,

"What happened?" He asked, His best friend looked away from him, their was pained look on his face.

"Lupin…he…he was killed." Ron said finally. The Gryffindor took a step back.

"No…he was here last night…What do you mean killed…He can't…I don't believe you." Harry was shaking as a letter was thrust in his hands. His eye's went wide.

"No...no…he can't be…" His face contorted as he tried to hold in the welling grief that wanted to spill down his face. The letter dropped from his shaking fingers and he bolted from the room. Hermione started after him but Ron held her back,

"Ron!" She exclaimed fuming,

"Go get Draco." Ron said, Hermione stared at him before she was lightly maneuvered to the stairway. In the big house, Harry could have gone anywhere, and he knew that he would not seek out comfort, he would rather hold it in, bottle it up until something else happened. Going through every door down the hallway he finally ended up in a small bedroom, He heard the grief wracked sobs from inside the room and hastily went about to finding its source.

"Harry..mate…" he started.

"Go away…leave me be…" Harry sobbed from in front of him. Ron hated seeing his best friend like this. Seeing him like made him feel helpless, he didn't know how to counsel him,

"I'm not going anywhere." Ron said stubbornly taking a seat next to the other boy, He heard pounding feet and suddenly the doorframe was filled with a very wet Draco Malfoy clad in only boxer shorts. He took one look at Ron sending him a thankful glance before coming forward and dropping in front of Harry. The Gryffindor sobbed harder when the arms wrapped around his neck. Harry drew Draco in fiercely burying his head in the neck trying to muffle his tears.

"It's ok.." Draco soothed rubbing his back feeling the arms clench him more tightly,

"He was the only left…" Harry said through his tears." Draco looked to Ron questioningly, Ron just looked away drawing his knees to his chest and holding Hermione close.

"Left of what?" he asked ever so softly continuelly running his hand down Harry's back soothingly and gliding them through hair massaging as he went down.

"Dad's best friend…Marauder…He was the last of the Marauders." Harry choked out,

"Messrs. M-moony, Wormtail, P-Padfoot and P-p-prongs…"Harry managed, "Lupin…Peter….Sirus…my dad…" He raised his head, "All best mate's during school…" The heart broken look on Harry's face caused Draco's heart to clench even more,

"Oh Harry…" He whispered drawing him another embrace pressing soft soothing kisses in his hair his own tears falling down his face. Ron and Hermione watched the two both boy's cried in each other's arms.

The funeral was quick to say the least, the ministry officials were fearful of another attack, even though they had the area filled with Aurors. Draco squeezed Harry's hand as the ceremony ended and everyone began leaving with their own thoughts. A tear-stricken Tonks had her hand on the headstone, she looked to Harry

"I told him not to go…" She whispered, her voice choked and emotion filled. Harry's hand loosened from Draco's own and he watched silently as Harry hugged the woman who truly loved Lupin for who he was. He looked away and stared at the tombstone. He would be more then devastated if Harry's fate was the same as this man…

TBC

AN: Sorry if anybody loved Lupin, Lupin has alway's been one of my favorite's...I had to add hint of sadness :(

Sorry -tears-