Based on: A yaoi rp my friend Alankin and I did. All parts of Draco and various characters played by her. Harry and other characters played by me. Used off of the Book series, not the movie. We LOVE the movies, of course. But there is simply so much more in the books.

Disclaimer: I and my friend do not own any part of Harry Potter, we're just fans.

Note: Uwaaah! Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I was lost in my own writings and then I was sick and there was the holidays... I know I know! No excuses! I shall update now!

Chapter 10

Christmas came around and Harry had been doing his best to avoid Draco. But still they ended up talking a lot. He didn't seem to be swaying in his anger toward Draco. But Christmas morning came...and a present was sitting at the end of Draco's bed, wrapped in bright yellow and red wrapping paper. Inside was a little green collar with a bell for Olivia and a black leather bound book. It was a collection of writings by Snape. His diary over the pass couple of years. Inside was a dedication to both Harry and Draco.

They talked. Harry still hated him, but he was alright with that. He still went out and bought that miserable guy a gift. It seems they were both thinking along the same lines this Christmas. He purchased a nice red collar for Sirius, along with a gold leash. And for Harry himself, a pair of gloves, leather. Warm and the perfect fit. He wrapped it in blue snowflake paper, and it was waiting for Harry in the kitchen.
When he awoke and saw the gift, a soft smile crossed his face, until he opened the book and saw what it was. Then he felt sick to his stomach. But he flipped through the pages. Why did Potter have this, and why was he giving it to him?

In the beginning was a note to Draco. Apologizing for not telling him everything. And the rest was his story. He had giving Harry some of his memories, he was giving Draco the book. Telling him more about what had happened. Olivia hopped up onto the bed and sniffed at the book and his hand.

And through the tears threatening to fall, he read the pages. He needed Severus, more now then ever, to help him find out who he was, to help him find his path. But Sev wasn't around anymore, and he needed to do what was right for him. And at school, Minerva was smothering him. She only wanted him to pass Potions so he could take Slughorn's place...no one cared what he wanted. He had wrapped his arm around Olivia, pulling her to his chest as he read.

She purred rubbing against him.

Harry awoke, coughing. He refused to sleep in any other room but the room he was working on. So it was always freezing in there. He came down and looked into Draco's room. "Huh." He said. "I thought I got rid of that. Put that together shortly after the train." He shook his head and walked away, coughing.

"Potter!" He got off the bed and stopped at the door, looking down the hall after him. "Thank you." He kind of wished he had something more personal to give to Potter, more meaningful. But he didn't. So he would have to just settle for what he did give him. He returned to the bed and smiled at Olivia, rubbing under her chin, then putting the collar on her. "You're going to drive me crazy with that bell...aren't you?"

Olivia purred and then scratched her ears, causing the bell to jingle. Then she stopped and straightened up. She looked out the door. A few seconds later there was a crash downstairs. Olivia meowed and jumped off the bed. Harry lay collapsed on the floor in the kitchen, the broken dish a few feet away. The present was opened and sitting on the other side of the table. He had been in the process of making breakfast. The eggs were starting to burn.

"Really Potter, must you always be so loud?" Draco pulled himself from the bed and started downstairs. The sight before him was...confusing. Harry was on the ground, the present was open and breakfast was burning. So carefully he stepped around the glass and pulled the pan with the eggs off the burner. Then he moved to Harry's side, looking for any injury, anything that could explain what had just happened.

Sweat glistened on his forehead and he opened his eyes a bit. "Water...Thirsty..." Then he rolled onto his side, curling slightly with his hand over his mouth as he coughed. Fever raging through him.

Draco moved quickly, grabbing a glass and filling it with water and handing it to Harry. The idiot had managed to make himself sick, probably from sleeping in that room. It was freezing in there. He grabbed a towel and soaked it in cold water. Wringing it out, he dabbed the sweat away, while he guided Harry to drink the water, pouring the tiniest amount into his mouth at a time.

Harry drank, coughed, and drank again. He shivered, his body instinctively curled towards Draco and his warmth. He held onto him with a weak grip.

And for a moment, Draco was actually worried for someone other them himself. Only when the cloth on Harry's forehead grew warm, did he make a choice. "I need to get you to a hospital..." He was not doctor, he didn't know how to handle this. This wasn't just your average fever.

Harry whimpered, holding onto him. He slowly looked up at him. "Muggle...hospital...one mile." He said. "Floo powder...mungos?" He blinked up at him and shivered.

"Mungo's you idiot. Stop worrying." He scooped Harry up in his arms and headed to the fireplace.

Harry's head came to rest on his shoulder and his eyes closed. Slowly his breathing became raggedy and his heat soaked into Draco's shoulder. As soon as he stepped out the nurses were surprised to see him and Harry together. They took Harry though. And within a half hour they told him he could see him.

"A case of pneumonia. He'll be fine in a day or so. You can take him home tonight. He needs to rest in a warm room with as few air currents as possible. We'll give you some potions to give him."

Draco picked up on the nurses surprise, but no one said anything about it. After he was told he could see him, he ran his hand through Harry's hair, the guy looked so fragile like this. "Thank you." He said to the nurse, turning his attention from Harry for a moment.

Harry groaned and nuzzled his head against Draco's hand. He sighed softly. The nurse nodded and came back later with a bag of potions which she helped him put over his head. They used a spell to lift Harry out of the bed and take him to the fireplace. "Good luck."

"I don't need luck." He smirked, and winked at the really cute nurse, before returning to Harry's place. He laid Harry in the bed he had been using. He knew for a fact the room was warm, and it had a fireplace, should it get cold. Draco took a blanket and tucked Harry in. And for now, Draco didn't care that they had been fighting. Right now Harry needed someone.

Harry whimpered quietly, shivering as he was laid in the cool sheets. He rolled over and coughed. Olivia sat on the floor. She mewled quietly and scratched behind his ears.

"God Potter, you're pathetic when you're sick." He grinned though, and glanced at Olivia. "You wanna go find the dog?" He muttered, Sirius would help keep Harry warm! Cause Draco sure as hell wasn't crawling into that bed with him. So he trusted Harry enough in his sickened state to leave him alone for a little while. There was a glass of water by the bed, in case he needed it, and had the strength to get it.

The vets were pleased to see Draco that night. They handed him the wriggling puppy. Sirius's leg was bandaged, and he was more than happy to lick Draco's face as he carried him out into the cold. He nipped playfully at his jaw.

The puppy was more then happy to see him, squirming and licking his face. At least it was past the point of biting him. He carried Sirius all the way up to the room Harry was in, that was when the dog finally struggled free.

Sirius hobbled over to Harry and struggled but finally pulled itself onto the bed. He licked his still sleeping face. "Nnn...not now..." He mumbled. So Sirius went over, turned in a circle, and curled up against Harry's stomach.

Harry forced his eyes open a while later and sat up. His fever had risen in his sleep and he went walking. Searching out Draco.

Draco was in the living room, and as Olivia shot down the stairs past Harry and to Draco's side, meowing, the Slytherin boy got to his feet. Olivia was up there keeping an eye on Potter, so he could get a bit of rest himself. Sleeping on a couch wasn't something he was used to, but it was only for a few days. He awoke to Olivia jumping on her chest, and he groaned.
He met Potter about half way. "Back to bed." He ordered. And he had Olivia's collar in hand. "If you need something, ring the bell." And he forced it into Potter's hand.

Harry looked at the collar and slowly turned his head to look at Draco. But his eyes were unfocused. "I'm sorry." He croaked out. He moved forward and wrapped one arm about Draco's shoulders, the other moving up and cradling the back of the Slytherin's head. "I'm sorry. If I had been stronger you wouldn't have died." He gripped him tighter. "I'm sorry."

"You'd like it if I was dead..." Draco muttered, releasing himself from Harry's grip, and guiding him back towards his room. Back to the bed and the potions. Clearly Potter was hallucinating, and he didn't want to imagine who Harry thought he was right about now.

Harry drank the potion but it would still be a while before his fever decreased. He gripped Draco's arm and he looked at him worriedly. "Please...don't leave...if you leave..they'll kill you again...please..." He begged him. Panic starting to cross his face.

"Who's going to kill me?" He might as well try and figure out who, in Harry's mind he was right about now. It was the only interesting thing to do around this place. Play games with the sick guys mind.

"Voldemort...death eaters...and...and HER. She killed others...she doesn't like you...But...But I'll protect you this time." He started to sit up. "Must fortify the house."

"Don't worry Potter...I'm not going anywhere." He took a seat at the end of the bed. At least until Harry fell back asleep. Until then he would be patient.

Harry smiled. "Maybe...maybe I'll rest for a bit...you'll wake me though if they come!" He looked at him desperately before lowering himself back down. His hand slid down Draco's arm to clutched at his hand. His eyes slowly began to slid close. "I'm cold..." He murmured and finally, he was asleep again.

And as Potter drifted back to sleep, Draco released his hand and made sure he was covered with a blanket. He grabbed a big comfy chair from one of the other rooms, moving it into this one, and he grabbed a cold clothe, dabbing away the sweat again. He couldn't believe he was playing nurse...to Potter none the less.