Chapter 2

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When Harry woke up the next morning he nearly fell off the edge of the bed when he felt someone beside of him, but the events of the night before quickly came flooding back to him. It was still early, and the morning light was just starting to break through the windows. He snuggled up close to Severus and nuzzled his face into the man's chest and inhaled his scent. He never wanted the man to leave again, but he knew that it was inevitable, that when Severus woke up, they'd have to go back to pretending that they weren't together anymore. That last night had never happened.

"You need a haircut," Severus said into the top of his head.

"I know," Harry said quietly.

"I'm going to sort this out," Severus said after a moment. "I'm going to fix this."

"I know. Can we just have a few moments together without talking about any of it?" Harry murmured. "Who knows when I will get to lay with you like this again. I know you're about to run out the door any moment now."

"Hold on," Severus said leaning over the edge of his bed where his pants lay and fishing something out of his pocket. "Here." he said and slid Harry's ring back on his finger.

"Severus don't" Harry said quietly.

"Don't what?"

"Don't give me false hope," Harry said quietly.

"There's nothing false about it."

He and Severus finally pulled themselves away from the bed and showered together. After a lot of heavy petting they finally managed to get clean and to get out. Harry sat on the edge of his bed and watched the man get dressed. Severus was about to pull on his button up shirt when he pulled it back off and handed it to Harry.

"The other one is a little worse for wear."

"Thank you," Harry smiled at him.

"You don't smile like you used to," he said sadly.

"I know," Harry shrugged.

"I want to give you a reason to smile again," Severus said leaning down and placing a soft kiss on his lips.

Severus practically had to pry Harry off of him when he went to go. They must have told each other they loved the other at least 10 times before the man was finally gone. Harry locked the door and went to his favorite chair and buried himself under the duvet and fell asleep there. He didn't want to face the day now that Severus had gone.

He still wasn't sure what they were meant to do about Rita Skeeter. Gathering information was all well and fine, but she also had information. He didn't see anything other than a standoff happening, and what would lead to all three of them's eventual downfall. They needed to discredit her, and she might have quite a paper trail, but Severus as a stupid 17 year old boy had murdered another human being. There was little to nothing that could top that. Severus had told him so much and so little at the same time. He needed more information, he needed to be able to help, he needed to get rid of this bitch once and for all.

He woke a few hours later to someone knocking on his door, he rolled off the chair and sleepily went to open the door. He pulled the door open and Mrs. Weasley bustled in past him carrying bags of food and started putting it away.

"Mrs. Weasley? What're you doing here?" He asked running a hand through his messy hair.

"Severus called, dear. Said you could do with some home cooked meals and a haircut," she smiled lovingly.

"What? I'm not a child," he protested.

"No one said you would dear. He's just worried about you, and sometimes we all need a little help," she said kindly. "We all know you've been having a hard time lately."

"Well a broken heart and all that," Harry muttered.

"It happens to us all at some point, dear. Severus calling was just the excuse I needed to come see how you were doing," she smiled again. "I don't know what happened with the pair of you, but he is worried about you."

"Yeah," Harry blushed.

"Three months is long enough to mope. You've gotta get back out there and make the world work for you. Relationships are only part of it, dear," she said patting him on the arm. "So shall I cut your hair, or would you like to go out and do it?"

"Mrs. Weasley, you don't have to do all of this," Harry sighed.

"If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't be here," she said brightly. "Now, about that mop on your head."

"Uh, I guess you can do it," he shrugged.

"Wonderful," she said pulling scissors and hair clippers out of her handbag.

Mrs. Weasley cut his hair and sent him to have a shower while she cooked him up some meals for the week. He had to admit having her in the flat seemed to brighten the place up. She popped around the place tidying behind what Severus had done. He watched her take the flowers that Severus had brought him and sit them in small vases all around the flat. Harry didn't know where the vases came from, but he had to admit it did do wonders for the place. She opened the blinds on all the windows to let the light of the day in. She left her mother's touch on his flat, and he had to say that he was grateful.

"No more wallowing in this chair," she said pointedly and took the pillows and duvet into his small bedroom. "You have a bed young man, so sleep in it."

"Yes, mam."

She cooked him lunch and dinner for the entire week and put it all into tupperware containers that were labeled with what it was and what meal it was for. When she had finished cooking all the meals she cooked lunch for him and made him sit and eat it. She told him he had better clean the plate, while she bustled around the kitchen putting away the rest of the food and cleaning up the dishes.

"Sometimes we all need a little help from the ones that love us," she said embracing him before he walked her downstairs.

"Thank you," Harry said opening the cab door for her and handing the driver enough money to cover her fare home.

"Anytime dear."

He headed back upstairs and looked over the transformation that his flat had taken over the past few days. It was nice to know that people cared for him, but he also felt guilty that he had let himself get into such a state to begin with.

People kept telling him that broken hearts and break ups were just a part of life, but this wasn't a separation of two willing people. Things might have been easier if it had been. No, Rita Skeeter wanted to cause damage, she wanted to hit them where it hurt the most, and she had succeeded. She was clearly insane. Wouldn't any sane person holding a blackmail over two people's heads surely ask for a large sum of money. No this wasn't done for personal gain, this was done with the intent to leave a huge wound in both of their lives. It wasn't hard to know that this was the first public relationship that Severus, the man who had no patience for anyone, had. It didn't help that he happened to choose someone like Harry who also happened to be a high end escort. He needed to know what had set off this chain of events, there was a bigger picture that she hadn't revealed and that he couldn't see.

Harry wasn't going to let this go. Seeing Severus and spending that short time with him had woken up something up inside of him. He couldn't let her get away with this any longer.

He pulled out his small computer and set to work on doing his own research on the mad reporter. He typed her name into the search engine and the first page alone were high profile stories that she had written. She was clearly one of the leading investigative journalists in the country, and the common thread that ran through all of her stories were that they had massive impacts on anyone who was involved. There were a few smaller stories that were related to some of the headliners, she didn't tend to worry too much about the loose ends, she wanted the bigger picture. She didn't seem to care who she took down, or who was in the way as long as that meant that she got the scoop that she was after. This also probably meant that she was on more than a few people's bad side.

Harry just needed to know where he and Severus stood in regards to her bigger picture. It looked to him as if they were just a road bump on her map. They had gotten in the way in some way and she was going to take them out if necessary to get what she wanted. This must be a huge story for her to go to the lengths that she had to pull them apart. He couldn't quite put his finger on everything that was going on and decided that if anyone could it would be Hermione.

He emailed her and asked if she and Ron could make it to London for the weekend, and that he would pay for them to come, or that he would come to them. This meant he would more than likely have to reveal his past as an escort to Ron, and the trust fund would have to come out. He just hoped that the red head wasn't selfish for once in his life and agreed to help. He needed all the help he could get, and it was past time that he reconciled with Draco, and apologized for blowing him off.

Hermione emailed back quickly and told him that they were too busy to come to London for the weekend, but they would love to have him.

Now he had to work on Draco. The blonde loved drama, but did he love it enough to accept an apology from Harry who had been a total prat for the past three months. Maybe. Maybe if Harry explained the situation, and what was going on then Draco would be willing to overlook everything.

He decided that telling Severus would be too risky at the moment, and he wasn't sure if he actually had something or was only grasping at straws. For now he would leave the man out of his plans, and fill him in when things were more tangible.

By Wednesday, he had finally managed to bring himself to face Draco. He caught a cab to the blonde's house and had to resist the urge to go a few streets over to where he knew Severus' house, his home was. He stood on the doorstep for ages, debating on whether or not he should really knock, and eventually a member of the house staff pulled the door open to inquire if he could help him with anything.

"Uh, I was hoping to see Draco," Harry murmured.

"Mr. Malfoy has strict instructions that he is not to be disturbed," the man said smugly.

"Well tell him it's Harry," he said quickly.

"Mr. Malfoy wishes to not be disturbed..."

"I heard you the first time you great prat! I told you to tell it's Harry!" Harry scowled cutting the man off.

"Harry who?" The man inquired.

"You've got to be kidding me. Potter. Harry Potter," he sighed.

"One moment," the man said and closed the door and left Harry standing on the doorstep.

Harry stood looking around anxiously when the door was ripped open and there stood the whirlwind that was Draco Malfoy. Harry offered a small smile under Draco's skeptical look, and noticed Neville lingering over Draco's shoulder. Neither of them spoke, they stood there in silence as Draco looked him over.

"You look like shit," Draco said after a moment.

"I haven't had you around to keep me in line," Harry shrugged.

"Whose mum cut your hair?" Draco asked arching an eyebrow.

"Ron's mum," Harry smiled lightly.

"So you blow me off for months and now you're here. What's changed then?" Draco asked skeptically.

"I'm sorry. I was...still am going through a lot."

"Isn't that what friends are for? I can understand blowing off the other lot, but me?" Draco said inspecting his nails.

"I"m sorry. I was a gigantic prat and I'll never do it again. You're so superior to me or something like that," Harry tried.

"You're apology is almost as bad as your haircut," Draco laughed.

"I need you help," Harry said after a moment.

"Well, you better come in then," Draco said stepping aside.

A/N: I'm sorry if this chapter is a bit rough, it was difficult to get the transition to sit right for some reason. Anyways, thank's for reading and reviewing!