Alright, so this is my first Drarry fic, and I'm going to say that the chronological order is a bit weird since you don't figure out WHY Harry showed up at Malfoy's for quite a while, but it technically is canon for the most part up until Harry gets home with a passed out Dudley in the 5th book, then that's where it deviates a bit. Also, I'll probably include some lemony-limey stuff in the future because I'm a sucker for that kind of stuff. Also, they may be a bit OOC every now and then, so forgive me, but its not terrible.
I OWN NOTHING! ALL RIGHTS TO JKR! If I did own them then Ginny would NOT have ended up with Harry, sorry, but I don't like her. In the second year Ron said that she'd been gushing about Harry all summer but she'd only met him at King's Cross, so I really only think that she liked him at first because he was famous and just no.
Draco sighed in annoyance at the house-elf in front of him. "What exactly is the problem here?"
"Xeiry is sorry, Master Draco! Xeiry is merely following Master's guest's orders! Xeiry said to him that Master Draco would be angry! But Master's friend insisted!"
"Get to the point already!" Draco snapped.
The elf squeaked, her body quivering in terror. "Master Draco's friend insists that he come to the door! He says he needs to talk to Master Draco privately and that he doesn't want to come in! He asks that Master Draco hurries!"
"What's his name?" Draco asked, standing.
"He did not give Xeiry one!"
"Very well. You are dismissed." Draco growled as he padded out of his rooms, heading down the hall to the long, winding staircase. The whispers of his blue silk pajamas echoed throughout the empty corridors. His parents were in bed for the night, in their own wing.
Draco reached the front door quickly, wrenching it open. "Who are you and wh-" His voice cut off as he gaped at the sight of the boy in front of him, the messy black hair slightly hiding tear-stained emerald eyes.
Harry sniffed, eyes widening as he realized exactly where he was. Draco could almost see his thoughts as they went from shock to uncertainty to determined resignation. "Um… Hi."
Draco's mouth snapped shut as he stood taller, looking as haughty as possible in his pajamas. "What the hell are you doing here, Potter?"
Harry winced slightly. "I need you to let me stay here for a bit."
Draco once again gaped at the boy in surprise. His voice was strained as he spoke. "What?!"
"I said, I need you to let me stay at your house for a while." Harry growled, then paused. "Without letting anyone know." That was when Draco took in the trunk that stood behind him, as well as the muggle backpack and the empty owl cage.
"Um. Okay?" The blonde was too shocked to do anything but agree as he snapped his fingers, making an elf appear. "Take his things to my rooms," Then, turning to Harry, he spoke again. "My parents are already asleep, and it'd wake them up if we were to go into one of the guest rooms in my wing. You can sleep in my room tonight, and then we'll get you situated tomorrow while they're out at their dinner party."
Harry nodded, and it wasn't until then that Draco noticed the worried scowl that had been on his face the entire time. "Thanks, Malfoy."
Draco nodded. "Yeah. Be quiet, or they'll hear you."