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Title: The Summer Spent In Hell

Summary: The Malfoys have gone over to the Light side and Draco is forced to spend the summer with Harry at the Dursley's. Draco's whole perspective of the Golden Boy is about to be changed. This is post OotP.

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The Journey to Hell

Harry sat at the Gryffindor table. He wasn't talking to anybody, and he certainly wasn't eating. He knew his friends were worried about him. While they knew both of the reasons he was upset, they didn't know why he was truly upset. Sirius had died and he was going back to the Dursley's. Life sucked if you asked him. Just then the meal disappeared, signaling the end of the feast. Everyone turned their attention to Dumbledore as he stood.

"It is the end of yet another year…" Dumbledore continued talking, but Harry zoned him out. It was only as; "Would both Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy be kind enough to go to my office after dinner?" that Harry realized that Dumbledore was done.

With a sigh and mouthing to his friends, "See you later," did he go.

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Draco sat at the Slytherin table going over everything that had happened to his family over the past two or so weeks. He couldn't help closing his eyes as emotions crashed through him.

"Hey, Draco. You okay?" Draco opened his eyes and found himself looking straight into the concerned brown eyes of Blaise Zabini, one of his best friends. A quick glance to his right showed that his other best friend, Pansy Parkinson, looked just worried. They both knew about his change in loyalties. Blaise and his family had always been neutral, and as soon as Pansy found out that the Malfoys were now on the Light side, she defied her family and switched.

With a small smile on his face, Draco answered, "Yeah, I guess I'm okay. I was just thinking about I'm going to be doing this summer." Blaise grimaced and Pansy smiled lightly.

"I'm sure it won't be that bad," she tried to assure him.

"Yeah, Pansy, it will. With Mother in St. Mungos recovering and Father spending the summer at Grimmauld Place, I don't know what going to be happening to me."

Just then the food disappeared and Dumbledore got to his feet. The three Slytherins ignored him. They made sure to talk quietly, because there were still Slytherins loyal to the Dark Lord.

"Dray, the healers said that your mother would be fine. The Dark Lord did a number on her, but she will be okay. Your father is out of Azkaban. Dumbledore won't put you with someone totally bad." Draco sighed. Pansy was doing her best to pick up his spirits, she really was and he appreciated that.

"I hope so, Pansy. I really do." Blaise chose that moment to try and lighten the mood.

"Anyone have any idea what's wrong with Potter?" They all looked over to where the Gryffindor boy was sitting. He had an expression that Draco could only label as 'doom and gloom.' He raised his eyebrows.

"Wonder what's eating him? After all, he is the one who gets to go back to relatives that will be waiting on him hand and foot. He is the one that gets to go back to a familiar setting." Pansy and Blaise looked at their friend. It was obvious that the separation of his family was hard. Most people wouldn't know it, but the Malfoys were in fact a warm and close family. For his mother to be in a hospital, and having to willing separate from his father after a huge change in his life must be killing their friend much more than they thought.

They were all jostled from their thoughts when Dumbledore said, "Would both Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy be kind enough to go to my office after dinner?" Draco glanced at his friends who were giving him sympathetic looks. He felt the beginnings of panic set in. Surely Dumbledore wasn't planning on sending him with the Golden Boy?

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Dumbledore did, indeed, plan on sending him with the Golden Boy. Potter seemed very against the plan until Dumbledore told him that the Malfoys had switched sides. After that, he only had one more complaint.

"Well, my boys, what do you say?" The twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes was bright as ever.

"I don't think that the Dursley's is the safest place for Malfoy."

"The blood wards would keep out anyone meaning either of you harm." Potter just sat back in his chair. It seemed like Draco would have to keep the argument alive.

"Headmaster, do you really think that it would be safe for both of us to spend the next eight weeks together?" Draco didn't think that it was humanly possible, and yet, the twinkle in Dumbledore's eye grew.

"I think that it gives the two of you perfect time to start getting along." Draco understood that for the dismissal that it was. With a sigh, he stood to go. He glanced at Potter, who had obviously realized a dismissal when he heard one, for he was also getting up.

"Goodnight, Professor."

"Goodnight, my boys."

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When Harry finally got back up to the Tower, he searched for his best friends to tell them what had happened. He finally found them in the boy's dormitory. As soon as she saw him, Hermione jumped off his bed.

"Well, Harry, what did Dumbledore want?"

Harry sighed and threw himself unto his bed. "Malfoy is coming with me to the Dursleys."

Hermione gasped and Ron said, "Dumbledore's making you spend 8 weeks with that Death Eater wanna-be?!"

"Ron, the Malfoys aren't Death Eaters anymore." Both of his friends looked at him as if he were insane.

"What do you mean?" This came from Hermione.

"Honestly, 'Mione, and here I thought you were smart. It means that they no longer support Voldemort." Harry spent the rest of night telling them everything that Dumbledore had told him. Of course, no one knew the reason that Harry didn't want anyone at the Dursleys. Malfoy would, no doubt, come back to school and tell everyone just how 'golden' their golden boy really was.

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Draco walked straight though the common room and headed to the rooms that he shared with Blaise. Sure enough, both Blaise and Pansy were sitting on Blaise's bed.

"Well?" Draco flopped onto his bed in a very un-Malfoyish manner.

"I'm spending summer with Potter."

"Are you serious?" Draco looked over at his friends.

"Dead, unfortunately."

"He does know that your family is on the Light side, right?"

"Yeah, he does. He actually didn't protest." Blaise and Pansy both raised an eyebrow.

"Don't ask me. I have no idea why." Draco held his hands up. Pansy stood up and brushed off her shirt. Both boys rolled their eyes. It wasn't like her outfit needed fixing or anything.

"Come on. We all need to finish packing."

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The next day, everyone found themselves on the Hogwarts Express heading home. To both Harry and Draco, the trip felt like only minutes. They had agreed to meet up at the front of the train. Both sets of friends wished them luck as they headed to their designated meeting spot. Draco's face was blank; Harry's resigned. Blaise and Pansy made sure that their faces were blank as well. Ron was glaring at all of the Slytherins. Hermione was talking quietly to Harry.

"Ready, Potter?" Draco asked.

"Ready when you are, Malfoy." The six students walked unto the platform to find their parents. Hermione found her parents first followed by Pansy. Ron and Blaise spotted their parents at the same time. With one last glare, they took off.

"All right, Potter. Where are your relatives?"

"This way, Malfoy."

The two boys walked silently side by side, dragging their trunks. The Dursleys were standing at the very edge of the platform. Harry felt his heart sinking as he noticed that Tonks and Mad-eye Moody were talking to them. He had a very bad feeling that they were telling them that Sirius was dead and giving threats that meant nothing. Finally the two boys reached them. The two Aurors had left by now.

"So now we have to put up with two freaks!?" Uncle Vernon asked. Harry idly noticed that it had not taken much for his uncle to start to turn that ugly shade of purple that he seemed so fond of turning.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Vernon." Harry forgot about Malfoy as he tried to avoid any sort of punishment. It was because of this that he missed the look that Draco shot him. Draco realized that this summer was going to be a bit different than he had originally thought.