Harry watched WuFei yawn, it was near two in the morning and WuFei had taken Heero and Quatre's trust to heart and had barely left to use the toilet a door away. It was annoying but it made the others feel better, at the moment Harry was waiting for WuFei to fall asleep, he was nearly there.

Aaaaand… he was out.

Harry smiled, lifted WuFei bridal style, and took him to his room. He tucked him in and left him to his sleep returning to the practice room.

He was going through the dance that Sirius had taught him for his birthday, it was simple, mostly spinning, it reminded Harry of a ballet dancer, when the door opened. Not willing to break the dance Harry used to motions to turn himself to face the door; Zechs was standing there just watching him, so Harry ignored him until he finished his dance.

"What brings you here?" Harry asked as he looked at Zechs.

"I heard you take WuFei to his room, our rooms are next to each other, thought I'd take over shift."

Harry scowled, "I may act like a child but I am not one." He snapped.

Zechs held up his hands, "I know, but I would rather WuFei not get in trouble with the others for leaving you alone, despite the fact that you put him to bed."

"You like him." Harry realized, suddenly feeling like he was intruding by flirting with WuFei.

"As do you." Zechs pointed out and Harry blushed.

"I can handle being alone, I have for the last sixteen years." Harry murmured as they sat on the bench WuFei had occupied.

"You shouldn't have to be alone, or feel like you should step aside for me."

"But you loved him first." Harry whispered looking at the ground.

"Love is a two way street, we merely meet in the middle." Zechs took Harry's chin in his hand and tilted Harry's face up so Harry was looking at him.

Harry's eyes were shining through a cover of tears, which threatened to overflow.

Zechs suddenly had the urge to kiss Harry, he did love WuFei but the feelings he was suddenly feeling for Harry seemed to be the same. For the first time he didn't have a clue on what to do.

Harry made the decision for him by pulling away.

"Love may be a two way street, but it is easy to turn onto the wrong one." Harry looked out the window. "Hate and regret can fester and destroy a relationship."

"You have watched this." It wasn't a question.

"Moony loved Padfoot and watching Moony come to hate himself for not taking the chance, it left its mark on me."

"Why?" Zechs inquired.

"Because I knew that Padfoot loved him back and I said nothing." Harry looked at Zechs. "I could have helped them to be happy together."

"No, they were fooling themselves; if you could see that they both liked the other they could have seen it themselves. As a child you should not have had to worry about them."

"I wasn't a child; I was fifteen and a soldier." Harry swallowed. "And I was too busy keeping my people alive to be bothered. Moony died with his regret hanging over him, because Padfoot died to save him; Padfoot died in Moony's arms, and told him he loved him, Moony didn't have the chance to return it before Padfoot was dead."

"Ah," Zechs said, "They were fools, Harry, and even had you told them they probably would not have believed you."

Harry smiled and leaned against Zechs, "Thank you, Zechs, I needed to hear that."

You need to hear a lot more than that. Zechs thought as his hand moved up to pet Harry's hair.

Zechs leaned on the wall behind the bench, half expecting Harry to move away, when he followed him Zechs checked and sure enough Harry was asleep. Zechs found himself smiling; Harry looked so sweet, so innocent in sleep.

Zechs leaned his head back, knowing Harry as soon as he moved he would wake, he could handle a night of not sleeping in a bed; Harry needed sleep more than he did.

He didn't expect to fall asleep himself.

"Zechs." A voice said quietly.

Zechs' eyes opened slowly and he looked at the person through sleep blurred eyes.

"It's time for work; I really hate to wake Harry though." Heero said, glancing at the young man that was using Zechs as a pillow.

Some time during the night Zechs must have moved, Zechs was now laying down lengthwise on the bench, and Harry was curled up on top of Zechs like a cat, what was bothering Zechs was that he could barely feel Harry on top of him.

"Me too." Zechs whispered and sighed it was unavoidable. "Harry, its time to wake up."

"Ngh," Harry muttered burrowing into Zechs' chest.

"Harry, wake up." Zechs said again, because that noise was giving him ideas, and not all of them clean, and Heero was still there.

"Go 'way, 'Verus, 'm sleepin'" Harry waved his hand like he was batting away something.

Heero laughed quietly, "I wonder what Une would say if I told her that you couldn't come into work because Harry didn't want to lose his pillow."

"Heero, where is Zechs, he's not in his room!" WuFei shouted. "And how the hell did I get in my room last night?" WuFei entered the room. "Oh."

"Its not what it looks like." Zechs said instantly.

"And what does it look like, Zechs?" Quatre asked with a raised eyebrow as he appeared at the door.

"Er… Umm, well, we were talking last night after I followed him once he put WuFei to bed and he fell asleep against me, I didn't have the heart to move him, I figured it would wake him." Zechs explained quickly. "Now he doesn't want to wake up."

"Suck for you, Zechs," Duo laughed. "Or not."

Trowa hit him this time.

"Ow." Duo rubbed his head.

"That is Quatre's little brother you are talking about." Trowa explained.

"He can't keep him a virgin forever."

"I can try." Heero and Quatre said together.

Duo paused, "The two of you might manage if you work together and I don't envy any one that has their eyes on Harry." Duo shivered.

"Harry, time to get up." Quatre said this time.

"Qu'tr'?" Harry asked lifting his head and opening his eyes.

"Yes, Harry, its time to wake up."

"You 're m' br'th'r, do ya kn'w th't?"

Quatre chuckled, "Yes, Harry, you told me yesterday, and the others."

"Mm'kay." And Harry returned to his previous position against Zechs.

Duo laughed, "We should just leave him, otherwise we'll be late, he doesn't seem like he's getting up anytime soon."

"And what of me?" Zechs asked pointedly.

"We'll tell Une that you are having a problem getting up." Duo said and when everyone stared at him he continued. "It's true!"

They nodded and left.

Zechs sighed "And what am I suppose to do? They didn't even get me a book." He whined.

Harry giggled.

Zechs glared down at the boy. "It is not funny."

Harry looked up at him, snapped his fingers and as a book that Zechs had wanted to get but was sold out everywhere appeared in front of him, Harry returned to sleep.

And Zechs happily began to read his book.

It was almost noon when Harry's fingers clenched with handfuls of Zechs' shirt, it made Zechs turn his attention from the book to Harry, Harry seemed to be dreaming, and it wasn't pleasant, his face was scrunched up and he was shaking.

"Harry, you need to wake up." Zechs said.

Harry let out a piercing scream.

"HARRY!" Zechs shouted sitting up, his arms going around Harry to hold him as Harry began to flail, hitting any thing he could, the new position brought Harry's ear to his mouth. "Its okay, Harry, its just a dream, it's not real." Zechs muttered as he rocked Harry back and forth. "It's not real, just a dream, it can't hurt you anymore; it's not real."

Zechs didn't know how long he whispered the words to Harry, but he kept saying them long after Harry calmed. He had paused to tell Rasid that the scream was Harry having a nightmare, and Harry had begun shaking again so he had continued.

Zechs glanced up as the others entered.

"What happened?" Heero asked as Quatre went to get the medkit for the scratches down his arms.

"Nightmare." Zechs said shortly.

"Why didn't you wake him?"

"Gee-golly, Heero, why didn't I think of that?" Zechs asked sarcastically.

"No need to be rude, Zechs." Quatre said as he bandaged his arms.

"He wouldn't wake up, and he started hitting and trying to get away."

"And, you in all your wisdom held onto him." Quatre muttered.

"I didn't want him to hurt himself, not anymore." Zechs muttered.

"Harry, you need to wake up now." WuFei said, feeling sad because the two men he loved seemed to be in love together. He swallowed, he would be happy for them, Harry and Zechs deserved it.

"'Fei?" Harry's eyes opened.

WuFei nodded, "Its time to wake up."

Harry nodded and stood up. Harry bit his lip and turned to Zechs.

"I'm sorry, for hurting you."

"I'm fine, Harry, you were afraid, the nightmare made you afraid."

Harry nodded, unconvinced. "I'm going to go have a bath."

Harry left to have his bath.

Harry shivered as he stepped into the bathtub, the rose bubble bath soothing him briefly before his mind turned to the nightmare.

It had began pleasant, not like the other terrors, he had been swinging on the swing that hung from the old tree in the backyard and WuFei and Zechs had been taking turns pushing him, and they had always kissed as they passed each other to trade places. It had been WuFei's turn when he had been stopped, WuFei had pressed up behind him, tilted his head back and kissed him as Zechs had crowded in front, and when WuFei released a breathless Harry, Zechs had swooped in and stolen the breath he had been trying to catch.

That was the good part, the bad came right after that.

A wizard had appeared behind Zechs, as Zechs had lifted a laughing Harry over his shoulder and began walking to the house. Harry had glanced up, and seeing him, had stopped laughing, the wizard seemed to recognize him and threw a spell at him.

As Zechs had been carrying him Zechs took the brunt of the spell, falling to his knees as WuFei ran to them shouting for Heero and the others. Harry had stepped away and threw pure magic at the man, not even taking time to think about what he wanted to happen to the man, the man had gone flying, but he hadn't come to them alone, ten other wizards had appeared after him.

They threw spell after spell, not caring if they hit those behind Harry, their only goal seemed to be capturing him, and Heero's gun was having little effect on them.

Then WuFei had shouted out in pain. Harry had turned in time to see him fall next to Zechs; the others hadn't had time to reach them, having had to take cover.

Harry had made to go to them when one of the wizards had come up behind him and wrapped their arms around him, he had struggled and fought, but hadn't been able to break the hold, he had been able to free his left arm and had reached out to Zechs and WuFei before he had been appearated away, the scream lost in the vacuum of displacement.

Harry shivered. The dream had ended there, when Zechs' voice had broken through.