I'm going to stop putting replies to reviews at the beginning of the chapter unless there's a question or a comment to be made.

Yuki Kurai – no, I couldn't think of a title and death of a salesman is a play

Punk-FairyDragon – harry got punched because it shows hw draco can't really speak his emotions and how harry understands this and lets draco punch him – it also shows how much harry cares for draco

silverblueeyes – yea, death of a salesman is a play

I'm so glad most of you liked that Harry stood and let Draco kick the shit out of him. I figured you'd all be like "No, what the fuck...?" – luckily, only two or three of you were.

20. Godfatherly talk

It was almost eleven when Harry returned home, shattered, bruised and thoroughly ready to just collapse into bed and try and sleep before the inevitable aching began.

They had lay on Draco's floor for a good hour and a half until Severus had entered the room and helped Harry place the now sleeping blond into bed. After assuring the Chemistry teacher that his face was fine, Harry had made a hasty retreat from the house and walked slowly back home.

However, what Harry wasn't ready for was for his parents, godfather and godfather's boyfriend to be seated in the kitchen, discussing something over coffee.

"Do you have any idea what time it is?" asked James from the kitchen upon hearing the front door open.

Harry sighed in the entrance hall and kicked off his shoes. "It's five to eleven dad. It's before my curfew."

"We know, honey, but we just had no idea where you were. We got-"

Lily was cut off as Harry came into the kitchen.

"Oh my gosh, what happened to your face?"

Harry shrugged slightly. "Had a fight with someone at school."

"Oh, I thought we'd taught you against fighting," tutted his mother, hurring over to her son to examine his wounds.

"Get off mum!" exclaimed Harry, dodging out of the way. "And sometimes fights are unavoidable."

"Have you had something to eat?" asked Lily, ever the concerned mother.

James, Sirius and Remus all rolled their eyes.

"I'm just gonna make a sandwich then go upstairs."

"Okay."

Everyone fell silent and Harry could feel eight eyes burning into his back as he pottered around in the kitchen making his sandwich. Once he was finished, he turned round to look at the adults who made a point to look anywhere but Harry. Rolling his eyes he muttered 'goodnight' and slowly plodded up the stairs.

Dropping his sandwich on to his desk, Harry threw himself face down on to his bed and sighed.

There was a knock on his door.

"Piss off!"

The door creaked open and there came a tentative voice from the door way. "Harry, what's going on?"

"Nothing, Siri, just tired."

He heard the door shut and felt the bed go down as Sirius sat on the edge. "Come on you can tell me, I'm not about to tell your parents or anyone else. But I know you and you don't just get into fights."

"Like I said to mum, sometimes these things are unavoidable," muttered Harry, wanting this conversation to be over.

"Is it something to do with Draco?"

"How the fuck do you know about Draco?"

"Your mother and father both told me and Remy about the 'charming young gentleman' you've been spending time with."

"Spending time with, that's all they said?"

"Yes, that's all your parents said. But me and Remy aren't stupid. And you've been much happier these last couple of days."

Harry rolled over and glared at his godfather. "Fine, yes, I have a new boyfriend, but it's not a big deal."

"It is when you come home beat up like this."

Harry sat up, angry bubbling up in him. "So you immediately assume Draco did it?"

"I don't immediately assume anything, I just think it's highly coincidental," shrugged Sirius.

"Bullshit," muttered Harry, letting his body fall back down.

Sirius chuckled slightly and adjusted himself, making himself more comfortable on Harry's bed. "You can tell me anything," he repeated, his voice low and soothing.

Harry sighed and everything he'd been feeling for the past few hours suddenly over took him and he was fighting back tears, a hard lump in his throat making it difficult to talk.

Sirius moved closer to his godson and wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulders. "Hey, come on Har, what's up?"

"Draco didn't mean to, I know he didn't mean to."

"Your boyfriend did this?"

Harry nodded, but then rushed to Draco's defence. "But he didn't mean to."

"I think you'd better explain how this all came about."

"We were at Draco's and his uncle got a phone call saying that Draco's father had had a heart attack and he died. And then Draco went off upstairs so I went after him and he was on his bed just...staring. I tried to talk to him but he told me to get out and I wouldn't go so he told me he'd make me get out. And when I still wouldn't go he hit me. And I told him to hit me. So he did and I let him."

Harry stopped for a moment, trying to swallow down the painful lump and regain control of himself.

"And then he stopped, and he broke down crying. He was like a little child. He couldn't stop crying. When he saw what he'd done he started crying even more and saying how sorry he was and."

Sirius sighed loudly and rubbed his hand up and down Harry's arm. "Harry, Harry, Harry, what are we going to do with you?"

"Siri, Draco's not a bad guy, he was just really upset."

"Did I say anything?"

"No."

"Exactly. I'm sure we've all been in relationships like this."

"Like what? Draco's not gonna be abusive or anything, he just lost control for a moment. He's not very good at saying what he feels or talking about stuff."

"Harry, I never suggested he was going to start beating you up. I was merely asking you to contemplate what might happen if he was to lose control again."

"I don't want to 'contemplate' anything like that 'cause it won't happen again."

"How do you know though? I'm just trying to look out for you."

"Get the fuck out of my room," hissed Harry, his eyes cold and furious.

Sirius sighed again, and made to leave Harry's room. "I just want the best for you."

Harry pushed Sirius out of his room and and into the landing.

"Go home and fuck your safe little boyfriend," the raven haired teen yelled, before slamming the door so hard it cracked a little.

"What was all that about?" asked Remus from the bottom of the stairs.

"Nothing. Just...Harry."

Harry's mad!! Review please