All This Time, You Were Missing From My Heart

Harry didn't realize he had tears running down his face as he ran back to Draco's room. He choked out the password and ran inside. He barely noticed Draco sitting in his favourite chair, reading.

"Harry?" Draco looked up as Harry threw himself onto the couch. "Oh, Harry, what's wrong?"

Draco placed his book down and got up, crossing the space between the two pieces of furniture. He sat next to the Boy-Who-Lived and began to rub his back soothingly.

"We kissed. And then I ran off," Harry sobbed. He sniffed as his friend helped him calm down.

"Why?" Draco's voice was comforting.

"I couldn't stop thinking of...Ve..." Harry cried.

"Hey, it's okay, Harry. It's not your fault, okay?" Draco sighed, pressing the other boy's hair down gently. "I still can't get past kissing a guy. You still are getting over it. And if he doesn't understand, fuck him. But, he will, Harry. So there's nothing to worry about."

"Thanks, Draco. Do you...mind going and telling him...?"

"Of course, Harry. It's late, so why don't you try to go to sleep?" Draco whispered, as Harry was already falling asleep. "You just sleep, and I'll take care of everything."

"M'kay. Tell him m'sorry," Harry mumbled, snuggling into the couch. Draco kissed the top of his head and cast a blanket charm to keep him warm. "Thanks."

"You're welcome," Draco whispered before getting up to go talk to his godfather. He glanced back at his best friend as he shut the door behind him.

***

Severus had just settled down with a large bottle of Firewhiskey, when Draco stormed into the room, wearing a scowl. Severus flinched slightly as the blonde stopped right in front of him.

"I know what happened," Draco glared slightly at him as the spy cut him off, thinking that his godson had finished speaking.

"I didn't do anything but kiss him. And he kissed back. I didn't want him to go," Severus took a large swig strait from the bottle.

"Put that away, Professor. Drinking isn't going to help this," Draco told him. "If anything, it'll drive him away."

"Do I care?"

In unison, Draco and Severus's annoying little voice said yes. Severus sighed. He stood and put the magical liquor back into it's spot behind his personal potion store.

"I know what happened, and he says it wasn't your fault," Draco continued. "He got scared. I'll bet ten galleons that when you saw him tonight, you swooped in like a bat outta hell and started snogging him, right? You went too fast. Give him a day to pull himself back together and meet with him again. Go slow this time, or I won't hesitate to hurt you."

Snape nodded. "Thank you, Draco."

"I'd do anything to see you two happy together."

***

Harry sniffed as he sat up, rubbing at his eyes. Almost instantly, his memory assaulted him with the hour before. He sighed deeply before standing; he needed to wash his face and get out of the pleather pants he was wearing (They were chafing badly). Sighing again, Harry walked to Draco's open bedroom door. The blonde wasn't back yet, so Harry walked in and to the Slytherin's wardrobe.

The Gryffindor boy picked out a pair of pyjamas that he was sure Draco wouldn't miss for one night and went to the bathroom on the other side of the 'flat'. He stepped inside and locked the door just in case. Harry lifted the white t-shirt off of his torso and began struggling out of the tight trousers.

***

Harry sighed as he stepped out of the shower stall and shook his head to get rid of the access water. The teen pulled on Draco's pyjamas then reached down to pick up the shirt and pants on the floor. He carried them out and folded each article of cloths as best as he could. Draco still was not back from talking with the sexy Potions Professor. Harry blushed slightly before he went back to his bed, Draco's couch. He didn't even notice the cold as he laid back down and fell asleep.

***

Remus stepped out of the shadows as Draco walked by him. Draco jumped and gave a little squeak before glaring at the werewolf.

"Merlin!"

Remus grinned at him. "D'you get him to agree to meet Harry again?"

"Yeah...Hey! How'd you know about...?" Draco gasped.

"I'm the mastermind behind the whole letter thing," Remus replied, his eyes twinkling. "Sirius helped, but he doesn't know whom the letters were for."

"I knew they didn't write those! I almost told them they didn't look real! I wish I had thought of that! You are a genius!"

"Thank you."

Draco nodded. "How'd you find out they liked each other, anyway?"

"I am really good at sneaking through the shadows," Remus smirked. "Plus they really made it easy for me. Harry was talking to you about him the other day, and Severus was talking to himself again."

"You are too brilliant. I really must congratulate you."

"Thank you, Draco. You seem to have really helped me get them together, so you want to be my partner? I need one and normally I'd work with Sirius, but he'd blow his top if he knew about this," Remus told him.

"Really? That'd be great!" Draco grinned. Not only did he really want Harry and Severus to get together, but also Draco thought that Fred and George Weasley might be impressed if he did something this sneaky.

"Good. Now I can begin the next phase..." Remus laughed evilly for a moment, earning a 'What-have-you-been-smoking' look from Draco.

"So what is the next phase?"

"I don't know. I haven't figured it out yet."

***

By the time Draco and Remus had gotten phase two of their operation matchmaker scheme figured out, it was half past three. The two parted and went back to their rooms.

Harry was still asleep when Draco got back. Draco grinned as drool dribbled down the other teen's chin. Harry must have woken up while he was gone, because he had on a pair of Draco's pyjamas and the white shirt and pleather trousers were folded neatly in Draco's chair.

Harry shivered; the blanket charm had worn off, so Draco cast another. The Boy-Who-Lived sighed contently as he warmed up and Draco smiled at the sleeping wizard. Harry yawned and turned over slightly.

The Slytherin yawned, too. He leaned over and kissed Harry's forehead in a motherly way and ruffled the black hair. With a wave of his wand, he turned out the lights. Not even bothering to change, Draco went into his room and as soon as he hit the bed, he fell asleep.

***

When Remus entered his room, however, he was met with an angry Sirius. The man's eyes were narrowed and his lips were almost so thin that Remus could barely see them.

"Where were you?"

"I went to talk to the Headmaster," Remus told the animagus. "I'm going to be teaching D.A.D.A. again."

"Well, you could have left a note or something!" Sirius was livid.

"Sorry," Remus winced slightly; it was close to the full moon and his hearing was extra sensitive. He rubbed his ears slightly, wincing as a jolt of pain hit his ears. The werewolf sucked in a lungful of air through clenched teeth.

Sirius sighed, calming almost instantly when he'd noticed he had hurt Remus's ears. "No, I'm sorry for yelling. You're a grown man, and I don't have to know where you are every moment of the day."

"I'm sorry too, Siri. I should have thought to leave a note. I would want you to leave one, cause I'd get worried," Remus kissed the ex-convict's cheek.

"Yeah. M'sorry love," Sirius moaned slightly when Remus had moved on to his lips. "So, congratulations on the teaching job, Rem."

Remus smiled at his husband before kissing him again.