It was strange but pleasant to be wakened with a kiss. Even after a week, Harry was still startled each morning when Draco's lips, rather overwhelmingly minty from the breath freshening charm he used, descended on his and a wicked wintergreen tongue teased him out of sleep. Considering the trouble Draco was having settling in, that was usually the best part of the day, really.
"Wake up, Harry," Draco murmured. "Weasley's glaring at me."
"A glare won't kill you," said Harry, but he opened his eyes and sat up, fumbling for his glasses.
Ron was indeed glaring, but when his gaze met Harry's he rolled his eyes. "I wish he wouldn't do that in front of me," he explained.
"I wouldn't if we weren't all inexplicably sharing a room," said Draco, rummaging in the wardrobe. "Tell me again why that is? This house is huge."
Harry shrugged. "It's also filthy and broken down. It's taken awhile to get it even as livable as it is. Dobby worked miracles, but even he's only one house-elf."
"Dobby? He's a house-elf?" Draco turned to face him, holding one of Harry's less dreadful T-shirts. "Why do I know that name?"
"He used to belong to your Dad," said Ron. "'Til Harry freed him in second year."
"Why were you going around freeing Malfoy house-elves?" Draco asked Harry in surprise.
Harry laughed. "Not all of them. Just that one. He tried to help me, and your Dad was – "
A small, damp silence fell.
"Right," said Draco, who knew very well how his father treated house-elves – or anyone – who didn't do just as he wanted them to. He regarded the T-shirt in his hand with disgust. "I thought you said the Order went and got your clothes from that Muggle place you were staying."
"They did," said Harry. He got out of bed and headed for the wardrobe himself. "They're all there," he said, pulling out a T-shirt of his own and a pair of jeans. Not to mention his belt.
"Oh, no, Harry," said Draco, looking from the shirt in his hand to the clothes in the wardrobe. "You can't be serious."
"Not poncy enough for you?" Ron taunted, getting out his own clothes from the other wardrobe.
"Shut up, Weasley. I dare say even you wouldn't be caught dead in these clothes. And for Merlin's sake, they would practically fit you." Since Ron was twice Harry's size, this was no idle condemnation.
"Sorry my wardrobe doesn't meet your standards, Draco," said Harry dryly, cinching his belt. Ron was now looking at him as though he had never seen him do this before. He felt his face going red.
"It's still more than you have, Malfoy," said Ron, clearly in an attempt to support Harry. Harry resisted the urge to smack himself in the forehead as Draco's face darkened. Those two had lasted what, ten minutes before they started in? It was almost a record.
"That might be true of you, Weasel, but certainly not me," Draco purred. "I have wardrobes full of great clothes."
"At Malfoy Manor, you ponce, where you can't get them," said Ron smugly. He tied his trainer and stood to his full height, towering over both the other boys. "I'm for breakfast. You coming, Harry?"
"In a minute," said Harry, pretending to adjust his belt. Draco was looking at the T-shirt he held with a stricken expression.
"He's right," Draco muttered darkly, when Ron had left. He pulled the T-shirt over his head and fished a pair of Harry's jeans from the wardrobe. Harry was secretly turned on by the way Draco wore his trousers with no underwear, but he schooled that out of his face. "And there's something I never thought I'd say. Argh. Look at me."
"You've been fine like that all week," said Harry defensively.
"That was when I thought it was temporary." He caught sight of Harry's expression, which must have been more peeved than Harry thought, because he added hastily, "I do appreciate you letting me use your clothes, Harry. And your house and your food and…"
"My head?" Harry suggested.
Draco grinned suddenly. "That too. But these clothes – Aha!"
"Aha?" Harry knew Draco well enough to be alarmed at his sudden illuminated expression.
"I have an idea," said Draco. "Let's go get some breakfast. You need to eat more, anyway." He put a hand on Harry's shoulder and steered him out the door and down to the kitchen. Uncomfortable with his growing conviction that Draco had made him into some kind of project, but definitely ready for breakfast, Harry went.
As was usual since Draco's arrival, Severus Snape was at the breakfast table as well as various Weasleys. He nodded unsmilingly after giving Draco a comprehensive once-over, and returned to the journal in front of him.
Draco sat down next to him as Harry circled the table to sit between Ron and Ginny. "Professor Snape?" he asked, with his most winning smile.
Snape gave him a cautious look. As well he might, Harry thought; they all knew what Draco could be like when he decided he wanted something. Snape had had an even closer view over the years than anyone else at the table. "What is it, Draco?"
"Well, I was just thinking, I can't keep wearing Potter's clothes indefinitely," said Draco, all but batting his eyelashes. "I was hoping someone could look into getting some of my own clothes."
Snape put down his teacup and looked at him. "Draco, are you ready to hear what has been going on at the Manor?" he asked seriously.
"Going on? What's been going on?" Draco asked, his expression fading into alarmed confusion.
"Your father was of course taken back into custody," said Snape. "There are Aurors stationed in the Manor with your mother. The Minister wanted to order a very comprehensive search and seizure operation in the house."
Draco's face went pale with rage. "What?"
"Professor Dumbledore managed to sway the Wizengamot into vetoing the idea," said Snape. "However, going to the Manor to take anything out of it is, at the moment, out of the question. The Minister doesn't know where you are, only that you are in a safe house vouched for by Professor Dumbledore. He would very much like to get hold of you; I doubt you would enjoy the experience."
Draco scoffed. "What could he do to me? I'm not guilty of anything."
"You're a Malfoy," said Ron, in a dead serious tone.
When Draco rounded on him, mouth opening to shout, Snape said, "He's right. Your name is all he'll need, at the moment."
With difficulty, Draco shut his mouth. He sat there seething for a moment, then said with forced lightness, "I don't get any sympathy points for being handed unconscious over to the Dark Lord?"
Harry wished he wouldn't call Voldemort that. It was too – respectful, or something.
"No," said Professor Snape.
"He does have a point about the clothes, though," said Ginny. Draco gave her a startled look. "Could we go to Diagon Alley –"
"He can't," said Professor Snape. At Draco's disappointed look, he said, "I or another adult will get you some clothes, Draco."
Draco seemed to be gritting his teeth when he did it, but he gave Snape a smile and said, "Thank you, sir."
Snape nodded and returned to his journal. Ginny shrugged and applied herself to her breakfast. Ron gave Draco a nasty grin and did the same.