The days continued like that for a while, Draco's hands healed nicely and he and Harry began practicing again, infact nearly all of their days were planned around training, and despite the occasional soreness and pain Draco got used to the idea of fighting, finding his lithe body quick and rather flexible, he knew for certain that he could never wield a broad sword or any other heavy weapon and remained happy that his skills with the bow were ever growing, and several times hit Harry's arrow not spearing it…yet, but the hits made him pleased as he trained more.

Harry and Draco's feelings grew more and more as the warmish spring faded into an early summer, practicing with weapons in the shade and snuggling close at night, the warmth of their body's leaving no room for blankets and sometimes shirts.

While out training once again, Draco who was alone at the time as Harry was still sleeping in the cottage, came a crossed a curious site, a wolf had been killed in the night, and beside her were two tiny cubs still trying to suckle from her.

Draco swiftly ran back to the spot where his bow lay, and picked up the basket he used to collect feathers, twigs and flint to make new arrows, emptying it of the few measly feathers he had managed to find on his walk to the 'archery field' he ran back over to the cubs, lining the basket with his cloak he carefully detached the cubs and placed them in the basket, cautiously, watching every step he walked back to the cottage, saying the password to the shrubbery, his cheeks burning as he said it 'forever as one, Draco and Harry.'

Walking as quickly up the path as he could without rocking the basket he entered the barn and began milking the cow into a little dish. The cow Kali mooed in protest at the early hour, and Draco waved his wand so that a treat appeared in her dish, pleased with himself that he calmed her.

Picking up the dish he unwrapped the basket and almost cooed at the sight, two tiny cubs looked up at him scared; they had large blue eyes and an almost white fur coat. Smiling Draco placed the milk dish inside the basket watching happily as both cubs hungrily lapped up the milk like common house cats.

"Co what are you doing?" came Harry's voice from behind him.

Draco jumped, his hand flying to his heart "Re you scared me…come here and look at this, I found them their mother is dead and there were no other wolves around."

Harry curiously walked over "wolf cubs."

Draco nodded "can we keep them?"

"I don't know what if there is a pack looking for them," replied Harry watching the cubs nudge the now empty plate before looking up at him curiously.

"Please, please, please, please," begged Draco "we could feed them cow's milk and then little bits of meat when there older, please."

"Alright they can stay if you look after them," replied Harry and Draco flung his arms around his neck.

Harry rocked Draco's small happy form against his chest for a short while before asking "where is the mother's carcass?"

"Why?" asked Draco puzzled on how that was relevant on his cubs.

"We need to take a token, like the fur, so the cubs grow used to you faster, your scent needs to mingle with there mothers," replied Harry "they'll regard you as a pack leader."

Draco nodded "so we'll need to skin her?"

"Yes," replied Harry picking up the basket of the now sleeping cubs, "take the basket to one of the rooms, and then we'll go get the wolf mother's body."

"Harry would you mind…um if we buried her, after we take her fur, it would make me feel a lot better," asked Draco shyly.

"Of course," replied Harry "we'll hold a small service if that's what you want."

Draco gave a light smile as he placed the basket in on of the smaller spare rooms; shutting the door he led Harry to the spot, where Harry proceeded to teach Draco the art of skinning. Draco felt his stomach churn; the claw marks made it a slightly easier job of removing the fur.

Staring down at the now furless body, Draco braced himself against a tree, threw up then promptly passed out.

Harry panicked when Draco hit the ground with a dull thud; rushing over to the blond he cradled his uninjured form on his lap, before flicking some water from his canteen onto his face. Draco gave a displeased moan of protest as his eyes fluttered open and the heavy blush coated his cheeks "I passed out didn't I?" asked the embarrassed blond.

Harry nodded "first time you've seen a skinning?"

This time it was Draco's turn to nod, Harry stiffened slightly and gently shifted Draco's head away from the sensitive area his nodding head had just rubbed against "sorry," replied Draco sitting up slowly, he turned his head way from Harry and his eyes fell upon the skin and carcase "can we bury her now?"

Harry handed Draco a shovel taking the other one, together they dug a hole for the furless mother wolf, and Draco while Harry was filling in the hole gathered a large bunch of wild flowers. Harry looked at him curiously when he came back with an arm load "it just feels like the right thing to do," explained Draco laying the flowers in front of the pile of rocks they placed onto of the grave, to help protect her from wild animals, "mother wolf we never met, but if your spirit lingers in watchfulness over your cubs, then I leave you with my promise your cubs will be cared for, I shall see to it personally that they grow up strong and healthy, you can leave this world in peace…and I'm sorry for taking your skin, it will for as long as I am alive serve as a momentum to your memory in the eyes of your cubs, myself and my closest friend, goodbye."

Draco stood watching the grave silently for several moments more before walking into Harry's arms.

Harry was stunned at the way Draco spoke, it almost seemed like he was talking directly to the wolfs spiritHaHHHHh jeff.

"Are you going to say anything?" asked Draco now looking up into Harry's eyes.

"I don't know what to say," admitted Harry, then seeing Draco's saddened look he sighed and stood in front of the grave mound "um mother wolf, your cubs will be well cared for like Ang…Draco promised, rest in peace."

Harry stood and Draco gave a wavering smile as they grasped each others hands and left the area, only Draco looking back and only once.

They swiftly headed back to the cottage, Draco leading the race and Harry wondering how his Angel could have so much energy.

Draco opened the door and was alarmed to see a smashed plate and an empty overturned basket "wolves? Wolves where are you?" he dropped to his hands and knee to search under the bed, night stand and desk…but they weren't there, then he noticed the closet door partially open, opening the door he saw the funniest sight he had seen in days, one of the cubs had gotten its head stuck in a boot.

Despite the growing desire to laugh he swiftly removed the boot from the cubs head, it looked at him startled its eyes squinted momentarily against the harshness of light, and then it sniffed his sleeve curiously as the other cub had taken to sniffing his pant leg.

Harry chuckled at the closet door "having fun Co?"

Draco smiled as he cradled one of the cubs against his chest, reaching for the skin Harry held out to him.

"It's been magically cured and the mothers scent is still on it," replied Harry as the cubs sniffed the pelt then Draco, then back to the pelt again. Needless to say they were confused and gave tiny cute growls, as the one near Draco's feet attacked a loose shoelace.

Draco laughed as he sat both wolves climbed onto his lap their noses twitching like mad as they tried to understand this new scent…it was their mother and something else yet still almost female, they growled as the sniffed Draco before finally allowing Draco's soft hands to pet their fur giving off a growling purr as they rubbed against him.

"You should name them," suggested Harry "I mean you named everything else."

Draco gave him a playful glare as he contemplated names for the two tiny cubs "I don't even know if they are male or female."

Harry sighed as he picked them up, "this ones male," setting him down he picked up the other "and this ones female."

Draco examined both cubs thoughtfully, the female had more white on the paws then the male, sighing he turned his gaze onto Harry "help me name them."

"I have no idea," replied Harry and Draco cast his eyes away

"Lunte for the girl…and Storm for the boy?" suggested Draco "the cubs looked up when Draco said the names, smiling he picked one up checking the paws he cooed "do you like your name Storm, do you?"

The cub barked happily causing Draco to smile wider "and what about you Lunte?"

More barking and Draco felt pleased as he played with the cubs the rest of the day, only being interrupted when Harry called him for supper.

Taking a cub in each arm he entered the kitchen and poured a bowl of milk for the cubs before pecking Harry's lips "thanks love."

"Your quite welcome Angel," replied Harry as both boys settled into their warm meal, basking in the comfortable silence.

By the time supper was finished, humans and cubs fed and dishes washed Draco was yawning every few minutes, "time for bed love," said Harry "come on."

"I feel fine he…here," replied Draco stifling a yawn, Harry sighed and picked Draco up, walking carefully as the cubs decided to bound around his feet yipping as they went "hush," came Draco in a stern voice an the cubs quieted for a few minutes, long enough for Harry to put him on the bed and magically change them both in night clothes, the cubs had quieted and were now basking in the warmth of the fireplace like any tame beast. Slipping into bed beside Draco he whispered his goodnights to the pale angel in his arms, and fell asleep with Draco's soft voice whispering goodnights to him, the cubs and a final farewell to the mother wolf.

Hello everyone its RshortyR I apologize for the long wait but I had Prom hitting me around every corner…I promise many chapters for the summer and updating will be slow for the next little while due to exams…I apologize in advance for any hatred that comes my way….Love you all and Review.