Okay I'm facing a rather stressing problem currently. I have writers block. I hate it and i feel like I'm gonna explode. I know what i want to write but the words aren't flowing right, I hate it. So it's going to be longer then what I expected to get the next chapter out. I don't need advice on the story or anything I just thought you'd all like to know. Because you've all been so patient I'll leave you with a teaser.

Chapter 12 End of first year (exerpt)

"Right... so, one year she decided, instead of throwing it away, why not leave it up? Then she wouldn't have to drag it out of the closet, and do it up and... and why are you crying?" He caught Harry's tears on his finger tip. "All you have to do is say yes, didn't you learn anything?"

Draco felt a small part of him tremor in anticipation, if Harry said no...He just couldn't go back to that awful family, he belonged there with them all of them. He had to have seen that. The blonds nerves started to affect him so badly that he began to biting his already swollen lip.

Harry felt torn. He couldn't say no. Not to them never to them. But he couldn't go either, not with knowing why, why Dumbledore had forced him to stay at his Aunt and Uncle's. How could he force such dangers on the three boys? How could he do so knowingly? If he went back to Surrey with his 'family' then the world could be safe from him, safe from what he was, a monster, and burden.

He clutched the green locket that hung loosely from his pale neck tightly in his left fist. Draco's hand, which still grasped his right, was beginning to sweat. As he felt the boy's normally flawless skin become moist and clammy he took in the blond's appearance for the first time since entering the compartment. His normally straight blond hair usually gelled back was missing said gel. His icy blue eyes were pained and he seemed tired.

This confused Harry, not but five minutes ago the blond had been perfectly fine. Was it really a glamour like he had told him? Were they all charmed like this, hiding not only the bruises but all there stress, for him?

Harry snatched his hand away and cast a wary gaze around the dusty compartment.

"Justin is too loud when he snores. Terry will just get on me about my homework, and Dray you'll nitpick everything I do all summer." He stated matter-of-a-factly.

Harry saw the blond Slytherin's shoulders drop, and the forlorn expression morph onto his face. Justin and Terry looked torn between anger and sadness at the obvious rejection.

He shrugged as if not caring and continued. "You lot have been awful to me the last few weeks. You, Terry spelling my clothes off in the great hall, you Draco increasing your act of picking on me, and you Justin...well."

Justin's eyes widened, Harry noticed. He obviously thought Harry hadn't remembered what happened in the corridor.

Terry looked like he was about to snap back at him but Harry went on not giving him a chance. "Your all extremely lazy, I know so we'll have to split the house work, I'm not a house elf, We'll look into ways on blocking the imperious curse later on this summer, and as long as Draco doesn't nitpick everything I do...I can live with doing my homework early and the loud snoring."

Terry was at his limit, he broke. "Harry James Potter! You insufferable git! We apologized for what...Wait what?" He questioned Harry's last few statements. "You'll come?"

"Yes." Harry swallowed over the lump in his throat.

"You said..."

"Yes."

"Yes!" Picking Harry up, Draco spun him around.

"Draco! Draacooo!... Don't make me regret this...DRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAACOOOO!"