Harry woke, unexpectantly in Severus' bed, his limbs akimbo and knotted in the blankets, his hot skin sticking to them. He opened his mouth to shout for Severus but his throat was dry and raspy and sppech was impossible.

Weakly he pulled himself from the bed and dressed himself in Severus' vast dressing gown to cover his decency.

When he ventured into the small sitting room he was shocked to find Severus in a tight embrace with Draco Malfoy, the latter crying delicately into his husband's shoulder. Harry said nothing. The irritating rawness prevented all words and suddenly Harry was grateful. Though he was unsure what their marriage actually meant he did not realise it was an open one.

He tried to walk silently into the kitchen, knowing if he was careful they would not notice him. All hopes of this were dashed when he caught his foot on the edge of the couch and went tumbling, ungracfully to the ground.

"Harry?" Severus said gently, scooping Harry up from the ground and placing him as though he was very precious on the sofa."You okay?"

Harry made a harsh sound and Severus looked confused. "Water," Harry managed to gasp out.

Surprisingly Draco walked to the small kitchen and poured him a glass, placing it in his hands with a slight smile.

Harry poured it in to his mouth, greedily. Drops sliding down the sides of his mouth and rolling onto Severus towel dressing gown.

"Another?" Draco said and Harry nodded. Gulping the second down as quickly as the first.

Harry smiled goofily at Severus, embarassed.

"So are you okay?"

"Fine," Harry said softly, his voice scratching but audible.

"Hmm, you need more rest."

"I'm fine, I could not sleep now anyways. What's going on?"

"Draco has to replace me..."

"Replace you?"

"They found out, about Severus being a spy," said Draco.

"And you are still alive?" Harry asked, surprised.

"Dumbledore thinks...well you know what he's like but...He thinks that you...saved me Harry."

"But...how did I?"

"He thinks you used all of your magic and energy and that's why you are so tired..."

Harry nodded, sinking back into the leather couch. His legs were frozen to the material due to sweat but Harry's mind was far too preoccupied to even notice. He saved Severus? So what did that mean...And how did he even manage it? And how could he save a man he did not even like two weeks ago but not his best friend for the past six years.

Draco and Severus continued to speak, their voices becoming a soothing sound as Harry's thoughts warred. Facts and possibilities became blurred as his mind grew hazy and his eyes lids became heavy.

Harry? You need to wake up," Severus said, shanking Harry rougher than really necessary.

"Hmm...what's wrong?"

"We need to talk..."

"Uh huh..."

"I need to leave."

"Leave?" said Harry, standing so quickly he suddenly felt light-headed.

"And go where?"

"Hiding... I am not safe here, there are plenty Death Eater children hoping to gain advancement for their families. I am not as valuable as you to the Order or the public now. They know only one person will care if I disappear..."

"I'm coming!"

"No...You're not..."

"Yes...I am! Where we going?"

"Harry...be barely know me...and it's safe for you to be with me. You need to stay here."

"I do know you! And you can protect me and I will protect you!"

"No! Potter you are not coming! You will stay here, where you will be safe! Okay!"

"Why do I need to stay here exactly?" Harry shouted, throwing his arms in the air.

"You need to keep getting training...Please. For your own benefit. You are no help to Ron if you are not as prepared as you could be..."

Harry sighed, falling back to the couch as Severus' words hit home.

"Okay...Fine. What will you be doing?"

"Helping you, I'm going to try and kill that snake...Before it's too late."

Harry swallowed, his throat becoming dry again as he thought of Ron in the Hospital Wing. Guilt washed through him as he realised he had been totally concerned with other things and had not spared his dying friend a single, fleeting thought. His eyes began to over flow, tears trailing a path down his cheeks.

Slipping an arm round his shoulders, Severus sunk into the couch pulling Harry to his chest. For half an hour Harry cried in varying frequencies, some moments rough and troubled, others delicate and pain-filled, until they stopped coming and all he could do was hiccup.

His eyes were red and drained and snot dripped unattractively from his nose but Severus took Harry's face in his hands and kissed him solidly on the mouth. Harry instinctively moved his lips in rhythm with Severus', his eyes closed and his brain melting. Forcefully Severus took hold of the back of Harry's neck and a muffled gasp gave Severus an appreciated chance to explore. He could hear the strong sounds of moaning but was unsure who it came from and was not in the slightest bothered.

Keeping his lips moulded to Harry's, he brought the lithe man to his chest and carried him to the bedroom.

His mind told him to throw the man on the bed and take advantage of him, but Severus lowered him gently to the bed, breaking their contact to spread out on the bed beside him.

A pleasant surprise was when Harry crawled on top of him, taking Severus lips in a kiss with an inexperienced elegance.

After a while, Severus broke away. He brushed Harry's hair from his eyes and kissed the bridge of his nose.

"Let's sleep."

Harry looked disappointed but cuddled into him.

"Stay here tonight?"

"Of course," Severus said, his voice letting more sorrow than he wanted go.

I realise this chapter was very wordy (I do not know if that puts you off or not. Please tell me your thoughts.) but the next one is a little better for explainations.

I know. I am a terrible person. But I got a review today and realised how terrible what I was doing was, so here's a new chappie. I promise, I'll keep updating.

Hope you enjoyed it.

Sorry for the wait, I'm not going to give you an excuse. It won't makes things any better but I will update soon! Promise ^^