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One hour later and Harry awoke with a start in his own bed. He groaned as he remembered what happened and looked around for Malfoy, praying to god he had run off. Alas, Harry's wishes were not to be true, as the ferrit was sitting in the corner of the room, watching Harry intently with hard silver eyes. Harry cautiously sat up, weary of his enemy and what would happen next. He was humiliated. He couldn't believe that Malfoy had seen him so weak. Ha rry was disgusted with himself at allowing this to happen, we was just a worthless freak.
Seeing Potter wake, Draco casually got up and walked over to Potter's side to check his injuries, but slowed when he saw the boy flinch. Not really sure what to do in this situation, Draco conjured up a chair and sat down next to Potter to resume his analysis of the chosen one. They sat in silence for a while before Harry interrupted it in order to confirm his fears.
"You won't tell anyone?"
Draco cringed. He had already failed Potter on that one when warning Lupin. "Too late. Sorry."
Harry looked away in disgust. No doubt Malfoy was laughing at Harry for being so pathetic. Now the whole Wizarding world would know.
"I sent a note to Remus Lupin asking him to collect you." Oh God, now Harry was going to be a burden to the professor.
"And who else did you tell?"
Malfoy immediately answered "No one else." It was the truth and Draco wanted to assure Potter that he could trust him. Now was not the time for old school rivalries
At this Harry sharply looked up in a surprise and could see no deceit in Malfoy's eyes. Tentatively Harry nodded and said thank you. This was unlike Malfoy. Why wasn't he writing to all his slytherin friends so they could laugh at the pathetic so-called saviour.
Draco was hurt by the distrust Potter showed in him, but then realised what he was thinking. Why should he care if the Golden boy trusted him? This could be good black mail material.
They continued to sit in awkward silence. Harry, too ashamed to talk about it and Malfoy, not really sure what to do in this situation.
Harry rubbed his throat feeling the bruises. He desperately wanted some water but didn't want to ask Malfoy for some, asking Malfoy for anything would only make the situation worse. Malfoy, being the observant slytherin he was, noticed Harry's dilema and conjured up another glass of water.
"Here" he said passing it to the boy on the bed.
Harry took it and gulped it down with enthusiasm. Harry stopped when a thought suddenly crossed his mind:
"How can you do magic without the ministry turning up at the door?"
"Um...it's an illegal wand." Malfoy muttered, looking away.
Harry shifted slightly, intending to sit properly, rather then in the defenceless pose he was already in. He was already weak enough, being unable to use a wand and barely able to move at all. Moving to his side he gasped as pain coursed through his body, causing him to roll off the bed.
Draco caught Harry and quickly sat him back up straight.
"You broke one of your ribs, I've healed it so it's just a fracture but your side is still bruised. If you had some potions…"
Harry shook his head. "All my belongings are locked away, but …thankyou any way." Harry set with his lips pursed at the difficulty of getting the words out.
A warm feeling built up inside Draco, lifting him up. He looked away, trying to cover his smile as he heard Harry thank him.
"What ever." Draco said, in an attempt to act indifferent.
Half an hour passed in silence. The two teenagers listened intently to the outside traffic whirring up and down Privet Drive. They prefered to stick to their thoughts then start a conversation with the enemy. The tense atmosphere, that hung so thickly, was broken when the doorbell downstairs could be heard ringing repetitively like some kind of fire alarm. The door opened and murmuring voices could be heard.
"I ASKED YOU TO SHOW ME TO HARRY NOW!"
Remus' voice was carried upstairs and ripped through the house, making both boys jumped at the volume of it. An assortment of footsteps hammered up the staircase.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
The door to the room was blasted open in an explosion of splinters and a few chains from the locks on the door. Remus, Tonks and Mad-Eye peered in, wands raised and eyes narrowed. Harry was quickly wrapped into a tight loving embrace by Remus, whilst Tonks and Made-Eye had their wands pointed at Malfoy, who was sitting quite relaxed in his comfy chair. Vernon Dursley was standing outside the room holding his son and wife behind him.
"What the blazes did you do boy? I don't want anymore of your kind in my house. GET OUT. ALL OF YOU DAMN FREAKS!"
"Silencio." Moody silenced Vernon with a quick spell. "Shut your fat mouth stupid muggle. Go downstairs and don't get in our way."
Vernon stood for a while, opening and closing his mouth like a fish. Petunia and Dudley both scrambled down the stairs to barricade themselves in the kitchen. Moody turned his one eye back onto Vernon and gave him a sneer, Vernon quickly jumped into action and followed his family down the stairs. Now the distraction was gone eyes turned back to Harry and the Malfoy heir.
"Hey cub. I got your note. What's going on?" Remus looked anxiously into Harry's eyes.
"Actually it was I who sent the note." Everyone turned to face Malfoy who was still sitting in an arrogant pose, one eyebrow raised.
"What are you playing at?" Mad-Eye spat out.
"Well get us out of this hell hole and I'll explain."
Everyone hesitated, not really sure if they should comply, but then Harry's voice muttered out."Do it."
And with that it seemed that Harry's word was law, as Mad-Eye pulled out a portkey rubber duck. Everyone immediately grabbed onto it and in a flash there was only the sound of Petunia and Dudley's squawking within the house.
p.s. in answer to a review, accidental magic isn't acknowledged by the ministry, which was what Harry used in chapter 1.