Disclaimer - I don't own this bit of fun I wrote, sadly, because I did not create the characters or the world of HP. Slash warning. AU of course. Takes place instead of the sixth onward just because. Enjoy the random luff of doom. Can't believe the series is over, ah well, I enjoyed it while it lasted.

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I will not die, I'll wait here for you…

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Harry woke up, slowly. He had dreamed that he had slept with Draco Malfoy, whose body had been completely unconscious, motionless, had seemed almost dead. A shudder ran through his body. Disturbing in the extreme. He had to be sick in the head. One thing, to be attracted to a clearly attractive guy. But to take his unconscious body, that was kind of gross… well not gross, so much as creepy.

"Harry," a too-familiar voice murmured sleepily. "If anything could make a morning good, it's waking up with you."

Harry twisted in the bed he lay in, and stared straight into the gray eyes of one Draco Malfoy. He stared, confused, for a moment, before realizing that it hadn't been a dream. He was creepy, then. So be it.

"Don't you see, Potter?" Draco said to the dazed teenager, propping himself up on his elbows. "You've done it. I'm me again." He grinned.

"No, you aren't," Harry mumbled. "You're being far too pleasant."

"Mmm," Draco sighed, and lay back down. "Must have something to do with being shagged senseless last night. I think I came back to myself halfway through." He gave his other half a look, "I really wasn't sensible, I admit. Otherwise I might've bitten you. You're far too rough."

"I… ah… sorry," Harry ducked his head, hair covering his eyes.

"I was teasing, Harry, really." Draco shook his head. "So, if I may ask, who was your first? That Cho girl? The Weaselette? Granger?" He grimaced, and then asked, "Please tell me it wasn't the Weasel himself?" He really wanted to know whose eyes he had to claw out.

Harry shook his head violently.

"None of them? Then who was it?" Draco asked, curious now. "Let's see, there was that Dean boy, and Neville-" he frowned, then shook his head"-never mind that. One of the Weasley twins?" He smirked, as he saw Harry shook his head. "Both the Weasley twins? Oh, and Lee Jordan, that would've made it inter-"

"Draco!" Harry looked shocked. "The Weasley's and I are like family. Though Ginny… for a while we had crushes on each other, but not at the same time." He shrugged. "And Lee Jordan?" As Malfoy said, that was an interesting thought, but no. He shook his head.

"Well, then. Who?" Draco was getting a little puzzled.

Under his breath, Harry grumbled, "You."

"What was that? Did you just say…?" Draco stared at him. Surely he had misheard.

Harry nodded and buried his face in his pillow. He was sick of his it burning like a fiery beacon.

"I… see," Draco said, trying to remain calm, but he couldn't breathe. He was the first. The only one who had any claim to Potter. And… he cursed silently. He had missed half of it! And couldn't even participate, due to his little problem. What if Harry had been put off him altogether? That nearly tore the blond apart.

Potter wasn't taking his face from the pillow, was he trying to suffocate himself? Draco panicked and forced Harry onto his back. Abruptly the boy covered his face with his hands, but Draco spied the blush.

"Ah, lover-boy," murmuring thusly, the wizard snuggled close to Harry, forgetting one important detail. Neither of them were wearing clothing. "Ah. Good morning," he said in an entirely different tone of voice. "I'm quite happy to see you as well." Serious tone cast aside, he laughed and hugged Potter to himself. "As I'm sure you can tell."

Harry, finally, had uncovered his eyes as he needed his arms for clinging. So, Draco's worries were for nothing. It seemed.

"Breakfast, young master." A house elf stood at the foot of the bed. Harry 'eeped' and tugged the blankets to his chin. Draco sighed for he had pulled away at the house elf's appearance. "If you don't come down, soon, Masters will come to check on you," he added quietly in an aside.

"Troli," Malfoy nodded to the elf, who vanished. He gave a resigned sigh, and slid out of bed. He felt bruised. Probably something to do with this being the first exercise he had in four months… the night before did not exactly count as he hadn't been able to move a muscle. He walked to his school trunk, which was at the foot of his bed, rather than to force himself to walk the distance to his closet. Closet, heh, it was actually a room…

"Harry, put these on," he said, tossing some robes he hoped would fit, before grabbing some clothing for himself. Shouldn't be so cold, it's summer, he grumbled mentally as he got dressed. Clothed, he turned and got to glimpse Harry doing the same. "A tad to big, but the right height." He peered at Harry, and frowned. "You're too skinny. That's not healthy."

"That's what happens when you're starved," Harry said carelessly.

"Starved?" Draco strode to Harry's side and demanded, "Who did it, who dared to-"

"Calm down," Harry rolled his eyes. "It's not so bad, I survived. Just the price of the blood protections I'm under until I'm of age."

"Your own family starved you?" Draco looked horrified. He had heard some rumors, but had instantly dismissed them. Though he hadn't dismissed others, the ones that he should have…

"Forget about it," Harry muttered. "Dumbledore talked to them. I'm sure they're still shaking. You don't want to see him when he's angry."

Draco bit his bottom lip, and nodded. He couldn't forget, but Harry didn't wish to speak about it. Though if his parents knew that Potter's childhood was anything but the pleasant dream they'd assumed, perhaps they would be more friendly towards him than otherwise? He'd have to wriggle a bit more information from Harry…

"Let's go, Draco. Eh… where are we going?" Harry asked, turning back to his other half as he reached the door. The blond hadn't moved. "Are you alright?"

"No, I am not," Draco said quietly. He was weak, just getting dressed had exhausted him. And school would begin so soon… oh… no.

"Accio broom," Harry muttered, doing something to his wand.

"Harry?"

"You're taking a broom to breakfast," Harry explained, as a broom zoomed in through the broken window.

Draco saw that it was his Nimbus 2001, and smiled. He sighed, "I still couldn't…" Too damned weak.

"You're riding behind me, then," Harry said obstinately.

"Kay," the blond climbed up with a helping hand, and clung. He was shaking, this wasn't a good idea. But neither was keeping his parents waiting. They zoomed down the hallways, Draco whispering directions in Harry's ear. It was fun, he wished he had the gall to do it before.

Harry pulled up in front of the doors to the small dining room the family used for breakfasts, slid off the broom, and before Draco could protest, carried Draco inside. The broom trailed behind him, as Malfoy charmed as they walked away from it. They'd need it to get back.

"Draco! Is he hurt?" Narcissa Malfoy leapt up from her seat, but Draco waved her back down.

"Just very tired," he said, smiling, as Harry let him down. He managed not to stumble, as he walked to his seat. "I haven't moved in three months, you know. It'll be forever to get back into shape. Quidditch! Damn, Harry, there's no way I can beat you in this condition." He looked slightly sulky.

"You couldn't anyway," Harry teased, albeit truthfully. He added, to quell the glaring, "Too bad we're in different Houses, we're some of the best players in the school."

"Yeah, but there's no way I'd be in Gryffindor, and the thought of you in Slytherin…" Draco started to laugh. The corners of his parents' lips twitched simultaneously.

"Is unlikely, perhaps," Harry shrugged, "But as that was where the hat had originally intended me to go-"

"You kid!" Draco's mouth dropped open.

"I kid you not," Harry said, trying to keep a straight face.

"But why didn't you?" It was almost a wail.

"Well, it seems I heard," Harry said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "All the big, evil, baddies went to Slytherin. I couldn't go there. What would Hagrid think!" He began giggling.

"Hagrid, the gamekeeper?" Lucius raised an eyebrow.

Harry nodded, smiling brightly. "He was the first wizard I ever met, you know. My uncle was having a little episode, because he didn't want me to find out that I was a wizard. It was unpleasant." He gave a little forced chuckle, as the food was served.

Everyone else was silent, listening. So he kept talking, barely touching his own food. "Poor Dudley thought he was going mad. Muttering his breath as he drove. I just wanted the letter." He shrugged, "No one had ever written directly to me, understand, so I was curious. Who in the world wanted to contact strange Potter, with his broken glasses and old baggy clothes? And, of course, why were Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia so desperate for me not to get it? We ended up on this little shack on a rocky little island. It was stormy. Oh, yeah, it was also the day before my eleventh birthday. Well, when Dudley's watch struck midnight, Hagrid burst in." Harry smiled, remembering. "He told me I was a wizard, after a bit of drama, and took me to Diagon Ally in the morning. That was the first birthday I remember enjoying. I'm sure the one I had with my parent's was fine, though." He sighed. Their eyes, watching him so, were making him nervous. "I met you that day, I think, Draco."

That seemed to snap the others out of their silence.

"I met you on your birthday?" Draco said, startled. Then he smiled, "The first birthday you remember enjoying? Nice."

"Heh, Draco… I knew practically nothing of the world which I was rejoining and you showed me that in the worst way possible, I think. That may have been the least pleasant part of the day."

Draco pouted, then stuck his tongue out at him. "I was trying to be nice," he muttered.

"It wasn't a very good try," Harry teased.

"I'm sure it was the first time he had the opportunity to try," Lucius commented. "The children he's played with all his life, were friends with him because of his name, not his personality."

Narcissa nodded, "Despite that, he turned out to be a fine young man."

"Mother," Draco whined. Not in front of Harry.

She smiled at him, reading him like an open book. Then she frowned, seeing just how exhausted he was. "You're not to get out of bed until you're better," she told him firmly.

"But that's precisely why I'm so weak," Draco complained. "I need exercise to get better, not rest."

"I'm sure Potter could give you all the exercise you need, without leaving your room," Lucius told his son. His faint amusement made both boys blush furiously.

Loving and teasing parents - that was simply something Harry had no experience with. The Weasleys, yes they were loving, but firm and stern because they had to be. Well, Mrs. Weasley was firm and stern. Mr. Weasley was a bit daft, Harry thought, though he was absolutely wonderful. This teasing was so different from what he had expected. Especially the cause of it.

"It's time for you to go back to bed, Draco," Narcissa decided.

"But Harry's hardly touched his food, and - look at him - he needs-"

Lucius glanced at the dark haired wizard and motioned for him to stand up.

Self-consciously, Harry stood to be scrutinized.

Lucius looked troubled. He knew the signs of starvation, and it looked like he was starved his entire childhood, and perhaps each summer he left school. It took his years of practice in hiding his emotion to hide his fury. "Yes, he needs to be fattened up, I agree." He glanced at his wife, but she was already bent on stuffing food down the boy's throat. He smiled. "Draco, come with me. I'll take you back to your room, your -friend- will join you when your mother is done mothering him."