A/N: So, I'm REALLY excited about this fic. I have recently become addicted to H/D fics… so me and my friend Haley have decided to do one together! Every other chapter is me… I'm writing in Draco's POV… and her in Harry's. This is my first chapter fic… so please R&R!

Said I'd move on, and I'd leave it alone

But before I walk out, there is something that I need you to know

I got lost in a blink of an eye, and I never got back

No I never got back.

You were not there when I needed to say

That you were everything right

And it wasn't you, but me that changed

Now I got to go it alone, but I will never give

No I'll never give up

Yellowcard

For as long as Draco could remember, his father had pounded one thing into his head. Actually, to be honest, his father had tried to teach him many things, but this one had always stuck out in his mind. Don't trust Dumbledore.

He wasn't sure why that one seemed to stick. Maybe it was because it was the one that made the least sense. Dumbledore had always been sort of a child's hero, famous to everyone in the wizarding world, but as much as Draco had wanted to admire him, he had always been taught the opposite. Before, this was the only rule of his father's that he didn't stick to completely. Proof of that was the situation he was now in. But suddenly, faced with the conversation in front of him, he was beginning to doubt his defiance.

"You must be kidding, Professor." Draco said, his voice a cold drawl, despite his promise to himself to get rid of that habit of speaking.

"I am afraid I'm not." Dumbledore replied, shaking his head.

"But–" Draco stopped himself before he started whining; it did not matter whether he was learning to like Dumbledore or not, he did not want to sound like a child in front of him. "Why can I not just stay here this summer?"

Dumbledore sighed.

"I am sorry Draco. It just isn't allowed." He leaned forward slightly. "Plus, I think this is one of the first places your father would think to look for you."

"And you don't think he'll check Potter's? He knows how much you worship him."

Dumbledore gave him a severe look, but did not address his second comment.

"I believe your father would think that I would never dare to put you with Harry. But, if you really are worried, Number 4 is already going to be closely watched. You will be safe there."

Draco nodded stiffly. Of course he was worried about his father's reaction , it was the reason he hadn't gotten a decent night's sleep since he had made his decision. But for some reason, the fact the he would be staying at Potter's made him more nervous then he could have ever thought it would.

"If you don't mind, Draco." Dumbledore said. "Harry is due here any minute. You might want to go start packing your things."

Draco nodded again, standing up. He wasn't too eager to start packing. He wanted this summer to take it's time coming. He was not in any hurry to start this next phase of his life, the one without the pressures his father had always told him came with being a Malfoy. He had always been taught that he was to become a Death Eater, just like his father. He had never had any choice in the matter, but now with the return of the Dark Lord– no, Voldemort– Draco knew that he would never be able to go through with it. Lately he had been asking why too much; why did he hate Granger so much? Why were the Weasley's, who actually seemed nice at some times, such blood traitors? And why, why did Harry Potter need to be killed?

No, Draco could not become a Death Eater, he knew this with all his heart, and even thought that he had known it all along.

So he had gone to Dumbledore, the one person he was never supposed to confide in, and pleaded for an escape from his father. Dumbledore had seemed hesitant at first, surely think about the trouble he was already in at the ministry, but had finally agreed to help. Draco had thought he would be staying at Hogwarts, a wonderful comparison to the Malfoy Manor.

He had been shocked enough when Dumbledore had told him he wasn't staying at Hogwarts, but going with Harry Potter for the summer holidays. He had first thought it to be some sort of sick joke, but by the time he had returned to his dormitory, which was currently empty, he had to admit it made sense. His father was sure to come looking for him, so he would need protection to hide him; so why not put him where protection was already needed?

Even if it made sense, he still loathed the idea. Something about Potter irritated him to no end, and he didn't think it was that fact that he had grown up hearing nothing but bad think about Harry Potter. It was in the way he walked, anyone who cared to look hard enough could see that something inside him was hurting, and not just the part effected by the recent events of the Triwizard Tournament. But Potter had to keep up his ridiculous mask, refusing to let anyone see his pain, pretending everything was okay. This side of Potter bugged him more then the arrogant side.

Maybe it was because Potter was beginning to become just like him.

But another thing that annoyed him, was that Potter never seemed to be far from his mind, even when he didn't want to think about him. His shocking green eyes seemed to follow him everywhere, every conversation they had played repeatedly through his head.

No, Draco was not looking forward to this summer at all.