My Damned Savior

Chapter two: When in love, do as lovers do.

"Thinking of running, Draco?" Harry asked with a smile.

"I'm shocked, Harry! How dishonest that would be!" Dragon sneered. "Nah, I'm just finding bandages for my arm." He leaned over the sink to wash out the wound.

Harry's smile faded. "How did…?"

"Sectumsempra, Harry. That spell, and many, many hours locked in a dungeon with Severus Snape." The water stung his injury, but he did not move.

"He hurt you?"

Draco laughed viciously. "You finally get it? Living with Severus was no picnic." He shook his head. "Yes, he hurt me, but I don't want –or need- your pity."

Harry frowned. "Then, I have no pity to give."

The Slytherin smiled faintly. "Good." He said as he began wrapping his arm. "Thanks again."

"For what." Harry spat. It was more of a statement than a question. He had no clue what he had done for Draco.

"I don't know. Nothing. Everything. Not giving me the bullshit pity that all the others give to me."

There were a few moments of uncomfortable silence until the blonde said; "So, why're you up so late?"

"Dreams."

"What kind?"

Harry was silent. Draco finished with his arm and sat down across from the Gryffindor. "Tell me." He said in a softer, less demanding voice.

"Nightmares… of what Voldemort does to people." He shuddered. "I always see it from his point of view."

Draco looked down at the table. "I don't dream anymore."

"Lucky you."

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Draco was awoken the next morning to shouts and explosions coming from downstairs. He quickly got dressed and ran down stairs to be shakily greeted by Harry and the other Order members, who were all busy firing shots of magic outside.

"Death Eaters found us," Harry explained rather calmly for someone who was fighting the Dark Lord's men. "We need to get out of here, so we are getting ready to apparate."

All the Order members joined hands. The raven-haired boy offered his hand to the blonde, who stared at him in disbelief.

"Three!" Chanted the group.

"We are all going to apparate at once?" Draco yelled above the confusion.

"Two!" Draco's stomach lurched in a way that had nothing to do with apparating when he grasped Harry's hand.

"One!" the group exclaimed, and seconds later, they were all standing inside the hallway of a large muggle home. Almost as large as the Manor, Draco thought to himself as he flicked some white-blonde hair out of his eyes.

"Okay, we left pretty much everything back at our old base, so we need some new supplies, and food," Harry began, simultaneously talking and counting heads.

"And we need about two people to stay here to guard and prepare the house and such." He finished.

Draco really did not want to leave the house. He volunteered to stay. Ron, Ginny, and Hermione said they were going to buy food. Hermione suggested that Harry should stay here to keep an eye on Draco, and Sirius agreed, for he was already sure he and Remus were going to find supplies.

Although all the others left, for some reason, Remus stayed behind to pull Harry aside. "What's this?" He said, not smiling. "A week ago, you hated all of the Malfoys." Remus growled. "And now you volunteer to stay here with him alone?" He motioned to a happy Draco, organizing things in the next room.

"I know it seems weird," Harry pushed him away gently. "But I think he's had a change of heart."

"Fine," Remus nodded, not convinced. "But that's still not all I'm worried about. Harry, he's gay."

The brunette laughed. "Yeah, I know. Everyone knew once Blaise Zambini told everyone during our fourth year." He remembered that day, speaking with enthusiasm. "He was so pissed."

He paused and gave the werewolf a suspicious look. "Wait… you don't think… him and I?"

Remus quickly shook his head. "No, no! I just… want you to be careful."

Harry nodded. "Fine," He waved to Lupin as he walked out the door.

"Hey, Harry, what's this?" Draco called from the kitchen as Harry joined him. "I want to alphabetically organize there, but I don't remember what this was called."

The Gryffindor laughed at him. "You always were a perfectionist." He gestured to the bottle. "Wolfsbane. I thought you knew…You always got such good marks in potions."

But the blonde didn't seem to hear him. "I am not a perfectionist! I just like things organized."

"You were so upset with the mess in Trelawney's room, you spent hours cleaning it. You spend an hour on your hair."

"It was a complete disaster in there! And, about my hair," Draco ran a hand through his white-blonde hair. "Beauty takes time."

Harry grinned, but resumed putting away the food and potions.

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"Oh my-… ah, Bloody hell… what are-?"

"Oh, god, Harry, it's not what it looks like!" Stuttered a clearly lying Sirius.

"Sirius…" Harry whispered. He was in a state of shock, his body numb. He ran out of the room, not knowing what he was doing, seeing only red, feeling only fury.

Sirius made a move to go after Harry, but Remus held him back. "Stop, you'll only make him even more upset. I'm sure he would have figured us out by himself, anyway."

Harry's godfather held the werewolf close. "I know, but why now?"

Remus let out a quiet laugh. "Sirius, you might have thought we were being discreet, but Harry's a smart lad. Now that he knows were together, that sort of makes things easier." He paused. "I just wonder what he'll tell Tonks, IF he tells Tonks."

Meanwhile, Draco heard Harry's door slam. It was one in the afternoon, and all the other Order members were off on a mission or something, and he wondered what had made the Gryffindor so mad. His hair fell in his face as he got up and knocked on 'The Chosen One's' door.

"Go away, Sirius. I don't need you."

Draco opened the door anyway. "So sorry to disappoint, but it's not Sirius."

Harry was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling. "What the hell are you doing?" Dragon said, but stopped when he saw the black-haired boy's expression. "What's wrong?"

Harry smiled. "Nothing."

"You're lying."

"What?"

The Slytherin repeated, "You're lying."

Harry frowned. "Would you really like me to tell you that I just walked in on my Godfather and his apparent 'Boyfriend'?"

"Oh." A pause. "The werewolf?"

"Yeah."

Draco thought for a moment. "I never knew you were a homophobic."

Harry sighed. "I'm not. I just thought Remus loved Tonks.

"But that's not all that's bothering me. He made a comment about your sexuality yesterday, and now I think he sort of betrayed himself, in a way."

A slight blush could be made out under white-blonde hair. "Er," Draco started nervously, "What did he say?"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "He just said something about being careful around you, or that you might betray us just because you're gay."

"He wasn't implying… that I would try to hit on you?" Malfoy shuddered. "Yeah right."

"Yeah, the chances of that are about the same as Ron and Hermione actually getting together."

"They obviously like each other, I wonder why they don't hurry up and shag already."

Both boys laughed, but even as the laughter faded, Harry was left with butterflies in his stomach. Bloody Hell? This isn't right. He looked at Draco, who was unnaturally interested with the ceiling at the moment. I can't like him. He's a guy. He's a MALFOY. Besides, its just not right…Holy Crap, Draco was right. I am a homophobic. Harry actually smiled as he thought this.

Draco was thinking about the same thing. God, why do I feel like this? I cannot love him: He's my rival. Plus, I'm sure he's straight. Homophobic, if anything. He grinned. But he's positively GORGEOUS.

Thoroughly disturbed, although he wasn't going to show it, Draco decided to retreat for now. "'Night." He said lazily as he walked out of the doom, shutting the door behind him.

Then, as if on cue, both boys thought simultaneously; But what if… what if I do like him? What then?

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Ha! I love you all! I got a very positive response to this fanfic. (So sorry this chapter came so late-Took a loooong time to type.) Sorry, there wasen't any more hinty-hints about Draco in this chapter. But TONS in the next. ;) You know you love him.

Kay, in response to some reviews (Which I loved):

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