Hello! Here is the next chapter – hope you enjoy! It was gonna be longer… but my all mighty beta, Big Pirate, said I should post it… so I am:)

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One month later – June (1998)

Draco quietly closed the front door to the apartment, his eyes resting on a shock of unruly black hair bobbing above the couch. He hung his coat on its hook on the wall and placed his bag on the floor. He smiled at the scene before him as he reached the couch.

Harry's book lay limply in his hand, his breathing soft and even as he was asleep. He looked weary and had a small frown on his face; it was as if he was trying to solve everyone else's problems, even in his sleep.

Draco took the book out of his lover's hand, closing it with a bookmark in place and sneaked noiselessly away to add a log or two to fuel the small, dying fire behind him. As he watched the wood sizzle and crack, he warmed his fingers and toes.

He tensed as he heard movement behind him, his hand shooting to his wand in his pocket.

'Why didn't you wake me up?' Harry asked blearily from behind.

Draco relaxed and turned, warming his back. 'You had a long day at the site, love.'

'Not as long as you did,' Harry retorted, glaring at his blond.

Draco smiled, 'I thought I was being nice for once.'

Harry snorted. 'You? Nice? Get real.'

The blond stuck out his tongue.

'And immature, evidently.'

'Oh, look whose talking,' Draco murmured, smirking.

The young dark-haired man glared at him, then promptly pulled a blanket over himself and curled up into a ball on the couch.

The young Malfoy, suitably warm, slid onto the occupied couch. He pulled the offending blanket away, smirking all the while, to see an annoyed Harry Potter glowering back.

'Don't hide now. Can't you just admit that I am superior in argument, love?'

'You-' Harry started, but was cut off by a series of sharp rapping on the only window of their apartment. They both turned sharply to see the shape of an owl carrying a letter.

The dark-haired boy slipped off the couch, his bare feet silent as he moved – aware of the silvery eyes following him. He opened the window to let the creature in.

'Who do you think it is from?' Draco asked, crossing his arms – eyeing the owl, which stuck out its leg with the letter attached. His lover touched the piece of parchment with his wand – a sigh escaping his lips when the tip glowed white.

'No dark magic, thankfully.' he murmured, taking the letter from the owl and closing the window shutter after it flew out the way it came.

Harry's eyes widened as he saw the red seal, then preceded swiftly to break it and read the letter. A certain blond sat and waited impatiently.

Wide green eyes locked onto Draco's own after a moment.

'So? Who's it from and what did it say?' Draco asked.

'Hogwarts has been reopened. And we have been asked to come back to finish our seventh year.'

Draco Malfoy stared.

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