Hello! This is the next book to the I could have been your princess. Many people really like the other story. just hope people will enjoy this one as well! I don't own Harry Potter or the characters. I own plot!

Severus looked into his bedroom, where Harry laid; resting... dreaming. He smiled sadly as he thought of loosing this sudden gift.

It had been two weeks since his rescue for the boy and during the two weeks he'd been here. He'd been questioned by Dumbledore and cared for by Poppy.

He and Harry have had some alone time; they mainly consisted of Harry telling him abouts his hopes and prays. Severus could only ask how this child held onto those for so long.

Holding onto false wonders. He regrets the floo call to Lucius everytime Harry asks for a kiss.

Soon he won't get any...

He'll be alone

There's a soft whimper from Harry and Severus feels he should fight the impulse to pull the child into his arms and hold him close.

Failing to fight the need, he slides himself into Harry's new bed and strokes the soft head of hair; whispering sweet nothings and kissing his forehead.

The light breathing from the boys sleeping body, was music his ears and seemed to play the role of a lullaby.

Sleep soon found itself into the potion master's Monday and left his dreaming of a future with Harry.

Lucius paced back and forth, he heart was nervous for the sudden arrival of Harry Potter, but his brain made him think as straight as he could without jumping out the window.

He had asked Narcrissa to move into a guest room and explain the plan to protect both Severus and the Boy-Who-Lived; yet there was a matter of Draco.

Draco was still not talking much to anyone since he found himself in the house of Ravenclaw; his son seemed almost disgusted to even look in the mirror.

Lucius was happy his son wasn't going to be bound t the fate that he had and was more than pleased to find out his son seemed to have made no interest in going to social with other house; or even students.

"Dad, why is mom sleeping in the room next to mine?" The blond swirled to face his son.

Draco had long blond hair, held in a side braid, his blue eyes held no malice and showed compassion; it amazed him that Draco was a Malfoy.

"I have someone who will be sharing a bed with me son." He spoke calmly, but felt the world crush him.

"Are you sleeping with another woman?" Draco looked horrified.

Shaking his head he slowly explained about Harry and Severus.

"I want you to be kind to Harry. Understand?"

The teen merely nodded and walked on up stairs; muttering questions and insults beneath his breath.

"As a Malfoy you should not mutter." He quipped.

The young Malfoy growled and slammed the door.

"That went better than I thought." He frowned.

Lucius still had to make sure Severus wouldn't back out of this fair play of the fairy tales. He pointed his wand to the empty fire place.

A burst of flames spat out of his wand and caressed ths fire place aith warm and the heated glow.

Sighing he ran his fingers through his hair; only to stop whenit started to hurt.

Recently

Everything hurt...