I know it's not alot but it's something of an update for you.

Eclipse

owlviennagreen: No one except for the Order members know. They only know because Draco was there so much with his spywork. Glad you like the story!

Kaladelia Undomiel: I actually have no idea what exactly I'm going to do with Snape. At the moment I rather agree with you and want to stab him repeatedly with pointy objects... but plot whise I might have to pull out a loop hole and say it was all an act because I had plans for Snape involving him not being a git. And no need to apologize. You reviewed! Who cares when? xD

seshygirl04: Awww, -blushes-, thank you!

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Draco didn't spend the time while Harry was sleeping catching some shut eye himself (although he had to admit that he was tired). Instead he simply sat and watched his angel sleep. He also spent a good part of the time thinking. He certainly had enough to think about. He worried over Harry's health, thought about their future and how a child would influence their lives, but a huge weight on his mind involved Lucius Malfoy. Out of Azkaban, (There was never any real threat of a life sentence. How could there be with all the bribe money you could ask for?) the elder Malfoy had been sending Draco owls almost every other day. All of the letters held the same terrible purpose; telling Draco the details of the upcoming raid on a muggle village. The Slytherin's father was organizing the whole thing. Of course, the older man was using this as an opportunity to make himself look better in the eyes of the Dark Lord but also as a way to move his son up through the Death Eater ranks. Unfortunately rising in the ranks involved a lot of killing and torturing of innocent lives. Draco didn't like any of the things Lucius was planning for him and had no way of getting out of it. He had told Harry nothing of his worries. Maybe he was just being hypocritical but he didn't want to give the Gryffindor cause for anymore stress. Nor, did he want to say anything until he had anything besides bad news.

So deep in his thoughts was Draco that he didn't notice a figure approaching until Blaise had tapped him on the shoulder. The blond started but relaxed once he registered the form of his friend.

"So here's were you've been hiding. I've been looking for you everywhere," Blaise chastised jokingly.

"Sorry, I didn't really want to go back and I figured I could let Harry sleep. How'd you find us anyway?"

"Oh, I guessed. After checking all the normal places and not finding hide nor tail of you I assumed you had gone to meet Harry. Then it was only a matter of time trying to remember all the little hidden alcoves you told me you two used as meeting places."

"Any particular reason you were looking for me?"

"Naw. Just to tell you there's a meeting in the Slytherin common room about how best to get Finnagin. They've decided that 'cause he's an offending Irishman AND a Gryffindor he's a prime candidate for a joint Slytherin attack. Stupid really. Thought I should tell you though, as 1)You'd want to tell Harry and 2)Everyone wants you to lead in the 'shunning'." Draco rolled his eyes and Blaise shrugged to show he agreed. Blaise then stood up and looked back at the blond.

"Do I need to come now?" Draco looked down at the sleeping boy in his lap and was reluctant to wake him.

"Well that would be nice as I think the entirety of Slytherin house is waiting for you so they can move. They aren't very patient." Draco sighed.

"Oh, alright. I was hoping to let Harry sleep some more. He certainly needs the rest." Draco looked down at his love again and kissed the mass of jet black hair lightly. Blaise kneeled down again.

"How is he?" A bit of concern made itself apparent in Blaise's voice and he too looked down at the lone Gryffindor.

"Honestly? I'm not sure. I know what he tells me, but I also know that he isn't telling me everything. I think it's safe to say he isn't doing to good." The blond sighed again; the action seemed to become a more and more frequent for the Slytherin as time went by. "I just wish I could do more for him." Blaise put a hand on his friend's shoulder and smiled slightly.

"Don't worry mate. If Potter can take on a Horntail and live to tell the tale I think he'll make it through this." Draco smirked.

"He definitely has a lot of hidden strength in him. I hope you're right."

"It's me. I'm always right you nutter."