Draco had a smirk on his face, as per usual. Hands cupping his chin as he observed the student, he listened to sounds in the Great Hall. He looked up right at the last moment to see that Harry was looking at him and he offered him a sneer. He noticed that he had been getting stared at a lot lately, and some day this week, he was going to find out why. This time, though, the look Harry gave him was different. He usually got looks of hatred and disgust, but this look was something Draco couldn't read. Moments later, his question was answered in the form of an owl.
Picking the envelope up, he slid a finger inside the flap and gently ripped it open. Glancing over it once, his face fell. Draco stared at the note from the headmaster in his hand. No. This wasn't happening. It couldn't happen...
"Dear Mr. Malfoy,
I have sent you this note to inform you that, per request of your father, you are to go home and spend the summer with Mr. Harry Potter. He has asked me to tell you that his reasoning behind this arrangement will be revealed in a letter from Lucius himself upon arrival at the house of Mr. Potter. He expects the best from you.
Regards,
Albus Dumbledore."

The blonde Slytherin scoffed at the letter before crumpling it up and tossing it to the ground. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he looked down and sighed. His father had better have a VERY good reason for this. Suddenly realizing he was in the Great Hall, he looked up and straightened his face rather quickly to avoid questioning. The last thing Draco wanted was for someone to find out about this, especially a Slytherin.
Standing up from the table, he excused himself quietly and looked at the Gryffindor table, finding Harry's eyes. His own narrowed and his head twitched towards the exit of the Hall. He hoped Harry would understand. By the look on Potter's face, he knew- and had known for quite some time. So why had't Draco? This was all too sudden for him. He liked to have plans and know what was going to happen; he never had been a spontaneous person. As he stepped out the door into a corridor, he leaned against the wall and sighed deeply.

The blonde heard the door push open but he didn't so much as blink. All he seemed to be able to do was stand there and sigh.

He stood up and turned to Ron and Hermione.

"Hey, I'll be back, guys. I've, er...got something to do. "

Walking into the corridor, he looked around until he saw Draco leaning by a blonde heard the door push open but he didn't so much as blink. All he seemed to be able to do was stand there and sigh.

Harry walked over to the blonde, a bite in his voice when he spoke.

"So, what's going on? What's your father's purpose by doing all of this?"

The second Draco heard the Gryffindor's voice he became suddenly very...angry. He looked up with a fierceness in his eyes and slammed Harry against the opposite wall.

"I wish I bloody knew, Potter! You think I enjoy this? My father better have a DAMNED good reason for doing this!"

He released Harry, quietly speaking to the floor.

"Though I suppose if either of us are going to live thru this, we better learn to live with each other."

He looked up, an unreadable expression on his face.

"That's not an invitation to befriend me, Potter. Don't get your hopes up. NOBODY can find out about this, understand?"

Harry's glare deepened.

"Do you think I want all of this to happen? Its your father who asked us to live together. And it was you, not me, who brought this all up. You think I would want somebody to find out about this? Watch your mouth, Malfoy."

Draco's eyes narrowed at Harry's sassiness.

"Are you telling me what to do, Potter?" A sneer crossed his lips.

"I've bet you've already told the Weasel and the Mudblood. Keep it that way or you'll find yourself hexed into next year."

He heard footsteps coming down the hall and he simply looked at Harry with the same unreadable expression.

"I can't be seen talking to you. People will start to suspect things. Remember what I told you."

With that, Draco picked up his bag once again and began walking up the steps, leaving Harry fuming behind him. He walked and walked, to the one place he could be alone- the Room of Requirement.

Upon entering, he slumped against the doorway. Draco had such an...odd feeling about all of this. He should be furious, but he wasn't. A little angry, perhaps, but not furious. Since the first time he met Harry, he had only wanted to befriend him. When he was denied, it was then that he turned cold and heartless. He sat back and watched, jealous.

At the same time, he was almost looking forward to it. Almost. He'd always hated the holidays with his family. His father was abusive and his mother kept gone and busy to avoid Lucius for the same reason. For once, he wouldn't be getting the daily beating from his father. For a single summer, he was free. It was then that Draco realized what he was looking forward too. Freedom. After all this time, the one thing that he hated the most was the one thing that could set him free.

[Well, how was that? Tell me what you think! I'll try to update soon!

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