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Draco sat in the corner of the leaky cauldron, nursing the same butter beer that he had been for the last three hours.

He was bored.

It was the summer holidays and all his friends were on holiday, leaving him alone with his parents. They were always so busy nowadays with the dark lord that he never really saw them, so instead he had taken to spending all his time out the house, lounging around different bars on the off chance he might run into someone interesting.

So far he hadn't.

He was just contemplating going home when he heard the door from muggle London open. Hearing the bell ring brought him out of his stupor and he noticed that everyone else in the bar had already left and Tom, the owner, had disappeared to do something.

As he sat in the shadows he watched the new arrival approach the bar. After looking in all directions, yet not seeing Draco, he leaned over the bar and picked up a bottle of beer, before turning and heading back out of the door.

As the figure turned Draco's eyebrows shot up and the newcomer froze, mouth opening and closing uselessly.

After a few seconds of silence a smirk crossed Draco's face and he stood, walked over to the stunned boy and took the bottle from his hands, before walking back over and sitting down.

"Well, get another bottle then!" he ordered the boy as he slowly recovered from being caught. The boy did as he was told, before following Draco's lead and sitting down.

"I must say Potter; I didn't thing you had it in you to steal. What would people say if they found out that their saviour was a thief?" Draco smirked at the very idea. Normally he would have told on the boy and gotten him in trouble, but on this occasion he was extremely bored and just wished to have some company, even if it was from this blood traitor.

Harry sat down, looking at Malfoy and wondering what to do. He could quickly cast a stunning spell at the youth, but he knew that would only get him in more trouble. It would be better to sit here and listen to whatever deal the boy was about to make; after all what other reason would he have invited Harry to sit with him unless he was going to blackmail him into something.

Malfoy, as if reading Harry's thoughts, sighed. "I'm not going to tell on you. I was just looking for someone to talk to, but obviously you have other plans." He took another gulp from his bottle before standing up and making to leave.

Harry feeling guilty called out for him to come back. The blonde wasn't sure what to do, before remembering that at home were his father, who would no doubt wish to hurt him, and so decided that he would give Potter another chance. He sat back down.

"So, umm…having a nice holiday?" Harry's feeble attempts at conversation were laughable, but Draco replied.

"No, you?"

"Not really. My Uncle decided that since I'm fifteen I could look after myself, so he kicked me out." Draco was surprised by Harry's openness, and also by his Uncle's behaviour. Like most of the wizarding world he had always thought that the Golden Boy would have had a spoilt childhood, although he always noticed that when Harry returned to Hogwarts at the end of each holiday he was always skinnier and had a lot of bruises. Normally he just ignored them. Since no one else seemed to notice and, they didn't appear to affect the boy, he thought he might just imagine them, but now that he looked in the dim light of the candles around the room he could see several darker patches of skin.

"Anyways, what's wrong with your holidays?" Harry asked, slightly self conscious about the way Draco was looking at him and frowning: he realised the masking charms he put on his wounds were wearing off.

"Oh, umm," Draco wasn't quite sure how to respond; he could hardly come out and tell the boy to live that his house was currently over run with Death eaters and the dark lord, who all kept taking their anger out on him, so instead he simple replied "family problems."

Harry gave a quick smile of understanding, before taking another drink from his bottle.

"So if your family kicked you out where are you staying?"

"I've been renting a flat in London for the last two weeks, but in a couple of days I'll probably go stay with the Weasley's…" Harry trailed off at the look on Draco's face. "They're not that bad if you get to know them. Sure they can be very annoying at times, but some of them are very nice."

"I guess. Sorry, it's just I've been brought up to hate them so that's what I do. I mean it's not like any of them have ever been nice to me, is it?" When Harry thought back he realised that the boy was right; all he had ever seem was Weasleys being just as nasty to Draco as he was to them.

"I suppose you're right. They've always been nice to me, and welcomed me into their family," Draco saw the small smile that passed across Harry's face a he said the word family. "Anyway, as I was saying I'll have to go stay with them for the last week of holiday, but they're not expecting me until ten days from now, which gives me plenty of time to be bored."

"I know the feeling. At least you've only got ten days till you get to have some fun; I've got till the end of the holidays!" Draco sounded completely miserable when he said that, and Harry just couldn't help himself from saying what he did.

"Well," He said, "If you're not busy, and neither am I maybe we could meet up and do something?" He wasn't sure whether it was the beer or not, but to him that actually sounded like a good idea. It must not have sounded to bad to Draco either, because he smiled and nodded his head. "OK, well I need to go now because the land lady gets really annoyed if I come home after midnight, but why don't we meet here at ten tomorrow morning? We could go to the cinema or something. You in?"

Draco grinned at that idea, and Harry was amazed at how hansom the boy looked when his face showed emotion, although Harry had always thought he was hansom, even when he looked like his face had been carved from marble.

Trying not to blush Harry quickly said goodbye and walked out the door, before almost skipping home.

He couldn't wait till tomorrow!

Back in the bar Draco sat for a few more seconds before walking to the fireplace and flooing home. As soon as he appeared in the front room of the manor his father was already casting the first curse at him, but he didn't care. His head was full of images of the Golden Boy, and plans for tomorrow.

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