When Draco Malfoy woke up in an unfamiliar bedroom, clad only in a pair of muggle boxers, feeling unfamiliar wards meant to prevent him from apparating out, he did the first rational thing he could think of. At least the first rational thing a traitorous son, who's last memories where of how he defied the Dark Lord, could think of. He made a run for the edge of the wards, ignoring the snow and ice on the grounds and the fact that he was practically naked on the secant floor of a very large building. Dropping down off the balcony into a small snow drift, he rolled onto his feet and was running before he could even register the cold. He made it to the fence that he could feel marked the edge of the wards and used a fallen tree to launch himself up and over, but instead of going through, the second his body connected with the wards he felt a painful pull in his chest as magic that was not his pulsed through his body and in the blink of an eye he was back in the bedroom he had only just escaped.

He had barely had enough time to let out a gasp of pain, when a familiar voice said, "Could you not try that again?"

Draco felt panic race through his body, and he was to tire, confused, cold, and in pain to hide behind his normal Malfoy Sneer, letting all of his confusion sound in his voice he asked, "Potter?"

The man's face was a hard line as he stepped towards Draco, and Draco, still not completely under control, took a step back. The man gave a small smirk, and it was definitely Potter even if he was missing his trademark glasses and baggy clothes, said in a voice the brooked no argument, "On your knees."

Draco was about ready to yell at Potter, because did he really think… then his body completely betrayed him and he found himself doing exactly what Potter ordered. What little air he had managed to gather into his chest, whooshed out in the beginning of a mild panic attack, because he would rather deal with the wrath of an angry Dark Lord then even the implications that he would have to obey Harry Potter.

Potter must have picked up on the panic slowly wreaking havoc on Draco's poor system because he said in a softer void, "Calm down." When that only had marginal effect he added, "Take a deep breath and let it out."

Draco's body followed the golden boy's command, and a second later he felt like he was actually calm enough to think rationally. Potter was giving him a look, that was equal parts confused and calculating with just a hint of something that might have been sympathy, which only made this worse. Whatever could make the Potter, the golden boy he had taunted and made life miserable for, sympathize with him, had to be really terrible. Potter sighed and said, "Do you realize it's below freezing out there? You probably have frost bight. Here let me see your feet."

Draco was putting so much energy into not panicking, that he didn't really have any energy to protest as Potter pulled his feet out from under him. He glanced down and for the first time realized that his feet were blue and sort of numb, that probably wasn't good, but he'd rather deal with that than thinking Potter had so much control over him. Potter wince as he got a good look at Draco's feet and said, "I'll have to have Hermione come in and take a look at you, because I don't know any healing spells for this kind of thing. What were you thinking?"

Draco found himself staring into a pair of Emerald orbs, as Potter said, "Tell me what you were thinking."

Draco blinked a few times as he tried to think back to what he was thinking, then said, "Get to the edge of the wards and apparate out."

Potter blinked, and his eyebrows wrinkled and finally he asked, "What?"

Draco was finally getting some control over himself, because obviously Potter had control over his body but not his mind, and he said, "You asked what I was thinking. I woke up in an unknown place, with strange wards, and since my last conscious memory was of getting the traitors mark, I thought that this most likely wasn't the safest place to be, so I headed for the edge of the wards and was planning to apparate to a safe house."

Potter seemed completely surprised by Draco's honest tone, which was something Draco couldn't really blame him for, and after a minute asked, "How where you planning to apparate without a wand?"

Draco snorted and said, "If I needed a wand to apparate I'd be dead a long time ago, can I have my feet back?"

Potter let go of his feet and Draco began rubbing them to try and get rid of all the pins and needles, it took Potter a minute to grasp what Draco had said and finally he asked, "What other wand-less magic can you do?"

Draco shrugged and said, "Just the basics. How exactly did you do that?"

Potter sighed and said, "I'll let Hermione explain it, because it sort of makes my head hurt. Is that really the last thing you remember?"

Draco closed his eyes and tried to think back, but after a minute he shuddered and nodded his head. Potter frowned and said, "We'll have to ask Hermione what she thinks is going on, that can't be good. Can you stand?"

Draco glared and said, "Of course I can stand, now can I have some actual clothes or is it your intention to keep me exposed?"

Potter rolled his eyes and pulled out a set of sweats from a wardrobe Draco hadn't noticed before. Draco winced as he got to his feet, which were now beat red, but that was still better than the ominous blue they had been before. Potter seemed skeptical that Draco could actually walk on his own, which only hardened Draco's resolve to ignore the pain and do just that. After Draco pulled on the set of sweats, Potter led him out of the bedroom, down a hall and some stairs till they got to what was obviously the door to a library. Draco shook his head; he should have know Granger would be the place with the most books. As Potter led him to one of the front tables where the other two members of the Golden Trio were sat, Draco took a good look around the library. You tell a lot about a place by looking at his library, and guessing by the family tree on one side of the room and the large selection of 'Light' books, Draco was practically certain that this was the Potter ancestral home.