A/N: Wow, that was a quick update, ne? For those who asked what's going to happen to Sirius and Amelia, no spoilers. You'll have to wait just like the rest. You can still guess, though. And I suppose I'll do a Sirius/Remus. Most people asked for that anyway. ^_^

Pairings: Harry/Draco, Sirius/Amelia, Sirius/Remus, Lily/James

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.

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Chapter Eight

Those Three Words

Harry lay in his bed, staring at the ceiling. Sirius and Amelia had left a little over two hours ago, and Harry had been in his room ever since they left. He was thinking again. His mind kept going back to what Sirius had said earlier. Was he really falling in love with Draco?

Of course, he assumed the old Harry must of been in love with him, before he took his place. He wasn't sure what happened. Time travel was confusing, even to him.

When he talked to Dumbledore, the professor said that time traveling effects were never predictable, because in doing time travel you automatically changed the future. So far, that was true.

He wondered who he was friends with at Hogwarts. Blanks were still left in his mind, those being some of them. He didn't even know what house he was in. Back in his own time, he had been sorted into Gryffindor, but only because he practically begged the Sorting Hat.

Getting up off the bed, he made his way over to the closet, his heart beginning to pound again. He slowly opened it, searching for his Hogwarts robes so he could see the symbol on them, his house symbol. He knew he couldn't of been sorted into Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw, he didn't exactly have a thirst for knowledge.

His heart leapt into his throat as he pulled out his Hogwarts robes.

There, resting on the left side of his uniform, was not the Gryffindor symbol, but Slytherin.

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Lily found her son staring at the floor as he sat on his bed when she came to get him for supper. She frowned. Something about him really was different. Maybe James was right.

"Harry?" she asked softly, sitting down beside him. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"

Harry paused, as if wondering whether he should tell her or not.

He nodded. "...yeah."

She smiled softly. "You can tell me what it is, if you want to."

Harry seemed to go silent for a moment before nodding. "Can I ask you something?"

Lily tilted her head. "Of course, dear."

"Why don't you hate me?" he asked after a moment, making her emerald eyes widen in surprise.

"Why on Earth would you ask such a silly question?" she asked, now quite concerned for her oldest son.

"I'm in Slytherin," Harry simply stated, as if that should answer it for her. She sighed.

"We may have been disappointed that you weren't sorted into Gryffindor, Harry, but that doesn't mean we hate you," Lily said softly, bringing him into a hug. Lily did notice that he tensed when she did so, though didn't say anything about it. "We love both you and Kyle equally. The house you're in has nothing to do with it. It's just school, after all."

Harry felt tears stinging in his eyes. As he looked up at his mother, he could feel her warmth, see her concerned emerald eyes, and even touch her.

"It's okay to cry, Harry," Lily said softly, stroking her son's hair. "You have every right to."

Harry finally let the tears fall. He didn't remember when he had cried last, he hadn't really cried after Sirius was killed, he wasn't even given a chance to grieve before Dumbledore gave him this gift.

He held onto his mother, and cried, cried for all he lost, gained, and never would lose again.

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A knock on the door alerted James, who was merely sitting on the living room couch. The television was on but he wasn't really watching it, more or less just staring at the screen.

He got up and walked over to the door, to find Draco standing there once he opened it.

"Oh, hello Draco," James greeted. He nodded.

"Is Harry here? Mrs. Potter said he wasn't feeling well, and maybe I could cheer him up."

James nodded. He still didn't trust the boy, though he had no choice. If he didn't let his son see Draco, that would only make him want to be with him all the more. So, all James could do was grin and bear it.

"Of course, he's just upstairs in his room."

"Thank you," Draco slipped out of his shoes and jacket, before making his way up to Harry's room. He passed Lily on the way, who smiled upon seeing him, but said nothing.

Draco peeked in at Harry. He was now lying on his bed again, on his side, silent, his back to Draco. Thinking he might be asleep, he didn't disturb him and opened the door slowly.

If Harry was awake, he took no notice of the door creaking as it opened.

Walking over, he sat down on the edge of Harry's bed gently and did see that the boy was in fact, asleep. His glasses fell onto his nose slightly, his emerald eyes closed and hidden from view by his eyelids. Draco smiled softly and reached his hand over, gently taking them from his face and placing them on the nearby table.

Harry awoke perhaps an hour later to feel a hand stroking his hair. It felt nice, warm, and he felt happy, despite his breakdown hours ago in his mothers arms.

"Harry?"

Said boy looked up, into a pair of concerned gray eyes. He yawned softly, earning a slight smile from Draco.

"D-Draco? What are you doing here?" he asked, stifling another yawn.

"Your mother thought I might be able to cheer you up," Draco said softly, running his fingers through Harry's hair once more, watching his emerald eyes close and lean into his touch.

''Oh." Harry had to admit, it was working.

Draco gathered the teen into his arms gently, smiling a bit more when Harry didn't protest. His head went to rest on Draco's chest, his eyes still closed.

" 'mm...feels nice," Harry murmured after a short while, and Draco rested his head ontop of Harry's.

"I love you, Harry," Draco said after a few moments of silence, then looking down to Harry nervously.

"Hmmm...love you too, Draco," said Harry sleepily, but Draco's worried face turned into a smiling one.

Upon realizing what he just said, out loud, his eyes opened and he looked up at Draco.

Did he just say what he thought he just said?

A/N: Ooh, another cliffie! Kinda, sorta. Haha, I love leaving people hanging, even if I don't love reading a fic myself to find it has a cliffhanger. 3 Lol, anyway, review!