Harry walked slowly down the road, aimlessly kicking pebbles as he went. The soft twilight bathed him in summer light. He stopped abruptly, removed his coat, and swung it casually over his shoulder.

He had been staying at the Weasley's, but knew that he couldn't go back there tonight. Walking into the owl post office. He selected a beautiful snowy owl with black eyes. He thought momentarily of Hedwig.

Dear Ginny,
I have faith now, because of you. Harry

Sending that letter too, he walked out of the owl post and sat on a deserted bench. Musing over what he would do next, his eyes fell upon a young man staring at him from inside a shop. He was dressed well, and had blonde hair. The man looked up- Malfoy. Harry couldn't believe that he had thought Malfoy a man.

Malfoy caught Harry's eye; Harry was feeling to at peace to do anything in particular. Harry looked away.

Malfoy strolled over to the bench Harry was sitting on. He sat down.

"Potter, do you want to know something? You are the first person I've spoken too since I denounced the dark lord. And you being Potter and all. Kind of an omen, I suppose."

Harry looked at him. "Denounced the dark lord? But.your father.."

"Well," he said, "He did disown me. Not that I care. Though there is one slight problem. I don't quite have a place to live." He brushed some dirt off his cloak. "not that I concern myself with such trivial matters."

Harry was amused and bemused. "Why the sudden change of heart? Want to be a good guy now?"

"Hardly, Potter. My reasons are hardly so noble and ..romantic. Honestly, you are a terrible romantic." He paused. "One of your flaws."

"My flaws?" Harry asked. "And yours?" Malfoy looked Harry square in the eye. "My flaws are non of your concern. They were going to kill me. That's why I left"

"Why would the dark lord kill his own follower?" Harry asked.

Malfoy looked at Harry with an incredulous stare, "Why wouldn't he? Honestly, you are so naïve. You can't imagine all the horrible stuff I've seen in my own home." He paused. "Not that it is my home any more."

Harry sighed. "Well, Malfoy. Where are you going to sleep tonight?"

"Haven't a clue. And please, if we are discussing sleeping arrangements, call me Draco."

"Don't get smitten with me, Malfoy." Harry sneered. "Why should I go around being nice to you?"

"Hmm." Draco pretended to think. "You know, I could ask you that very same question."

"Well then ask it!"

"No, that's ok. O yes, another thing to tell you. My closest living relatives who aren't death eaters are the Weasley's. That's where I'm supposed to sleep tonight."

"Wow, how effing ironic!"

"Yes it is, isn't it." Draco leaned back slightly. "Because that is where you should be sleeping tonight."

So he had no choice, he had to go back. Tonight.

"Oh all right, Ma-Draco." Harry stood up, offering Draco his hand. "Let's go."

"How gracious of you, Harry!" Draco exclaimed. "I never would have thought you had it in you."

They apparated to the Burrow, and now Harry was feeling more apprehensive than ever. Harry knocked. He heard her coming; he knew it was her. His heart leapt, his fears melted-all her words were weaved into his soul.

She opened the door. "Harry?" she breathed.

"Ahh" said Draco under his breath, so only Harry could here. "Some grace." Then he strode quickly into the house.