CHAPTER TWO

Two lives, two hearts joined together in friendship united forever in love.

Harry woke the next morning feeling rather confused. Had last night really happened? Harry tweaked his eyes open and found himself facing his bedroom wall. Nothing unusual there, he normally slept facing the wall. He rolled over and found the bed empty beside himself. He laughed at his unusual dream and then sat up and felt his heart sink abit. He was sat in a massive bed. Both owl cages lay empty, and two trunks were stacked up next to the wardrobe. Harry climbed out of bed and pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and a casual t-shirt. He walked downstairs and into the kitchen, rubbing his messy, stuck-out hair and yawning. He stopped short and saw Malfoy sat at the table talking to Dudley, which seemed extraordinarily weird, although it made sense, they were both pitiful bullies. Vernon sat across from them, his head buried in a table. Petunia was busying her self but he stove. The smell of freshly cooked bacon and eggs filled the air. Harry dropped into the chair beside Malfoy.

"Morning." Harry mumbled as Petunia put a plate of breakfast in front of Harry.

She walked to Dudley and Vernon and gave them both a plate of food and then finally gave Draco a plate. Harry raised an eyebrow at Malfoy when he thanked her.

"Where's Hedwig?" Harry asked him.

"She wanted to go out when she saw me let my owl out." Malfoy shrugged sticking a piece of crunchy bacon in his mouth. "Mm' great food. Its as good as Dobby's was."

"Whos Dobby?" Dudley asked, ramming his mouth full of food.

"Our old house elf." Malfoy said.

"Your ruddy what?" Vernon said pulling his paper down and looking at Malfoy.

Harry was surprised at how relaxed he seemed around his muggle family. Then again, Malfoy only cared about himself, not what other people thought.

"House elf… little elves that do stuff, they have to do what you say, like clean up and make dinner." Draco explained.

To Harry's surprise, Vernon chortled and turned to Petunia. "We could use one of them in this house!"

Draco turned to Harry. "Where is Dobby anyway? Heard he was palling around with you." He asked curiously, yet politely.

"Hogwarts. He stayed there after I freed him." Harry said, putting the last of his breakfast onto his fork and swallowing. Harry stood up and dropped his plate into the sink and turned the tap on.

Malfoy leaned back into his chair and looked over at Harry again. "So what's on the agenda for today Potter?" he asked casually.

"What ever you want to do," Harry said putting the cleaned plate onto the rack beside the sink. "I plan on watching TV."

Petunia turned to speak to Harry. "Well Im taking Dudders shopping and Vernon is off to London to meet with a client, when I get back, this house better be in the condition I left it in."

Harry took his finger and drew an invisible halo around his head in the air and walked to the kettle and switched it on.

Dudley looked back to Malfoy after handing Petunia his plate and began to talk. "What's Hogwarts like?"

Harry turned on the spot to stare at Dudley with a wide mouth. Malfoy raised his perfectly shaped eyebrow once more and looked from Harry to Dudley. "Didn't Harry ever tell you?"

Dudley shook his head.

"In all fairness, they never asked. They think what we do Malfoy, is 'nonsense'." Harry said bitterly, turning back to the kettle and grabbing a sickeningly floral cup (no doubt Petunia picked them) from the tree mug.

"That's fair." Said Draco, standing up and pushing his chair under. Harry, admitted to himself, he was a little grateful Draco hadn't made this harder for him by being obnoxious to his dreadful family.

"Come on Dudley, get your shoes and coat, we've got a long day." Petunia cooed, walking from the kitchen to grab her own coat. Dudley waddled after her and they both left.

Vernon set down his paper and tugged on his moustache. He stood up and pulled his briefcase from under the table and looked at the two boys.

"You heard what Petunia said." He grumbled and then left shortly after his wife and son, leaving Harry in the house alone with Malfoy. That awkward feeling stole over them.

Harry took his cup of tea from the counter and strolled out of the room into the living room, flopping onto the sofa.

Draco walked in after him and stared at him. Harry looked at him questioningly.

"Not a very good host are we Potter?" He said and then took a place next to Harry on the sofa.

"I thought we weren't going to get in each others way." Harry said staring into his teacup.

"Im bored, what do you normally do for fun around here?" he asked, leaning his head back into the cushions to stare at the many more photos that clustered the walls.

"I'm never really here for more than a few days." Harry said. "I'm usually at the burrow."

Draco looked at him. "The burrow?"

"Ron's house." He said rolling his eyes.

Draco smirked and looking back up again. "Bet that's fun."

Harry felt the anger resurfacing from last night.

"It is actually. Not that you'd know what fun is, considering your only mates are Death Eaters." Harry said, through clenched teeth.

Draco didn't have a reply, but he moved his head to stare out of the windows.

"Sorry, that wasn't fair" Harry mumbled.

"Its alright" Draco said.

Harry chewed on his lip for a second.

"I could show you round if you want? It's not much but its something to do" Harry suggested, turning to Draco, who nodded.

After 10 minutes both Draco and Harry were walking down towards the park.

"… That's where I saw Sirius once as an animagus…. And that's where my cousin and me got attacked by a couple of dementors." Harry explained as they reached the park. He sat onto the swing and started kicking the grass beneath him.

Draco leant against the post of the swing set looking around. Harry looked back at him. He'd been quiet all night. Draco looked up and took a seat on the swing next to Harry. Neither of them spoke for a long while. The air started to cool and an eerie feeling surrounded Harry. He looked around, sure that something bad was coming and near enough jumped clean out of his skin when, with an ear splitting crack two cloaked, hooded Death Eaters apparated in front of them, accompanied by Bellatrix Lestrange, who had an evil, malicious grin upon her face. Harry stood up frozen for a second before grabbing Malfoys wrist and pulling him up. Both boys drew their wands.

"Stupefy!" Malfoy shouted, and Harry saw Dolohov drop to the floor, stunned.

Bellatrix pulled down her hood and took out her wand, staring from Malfoy to Harry.

"You traitorous insolent little-!" she began, about to shoot a killing curse but Harry acted quickly. "Expelliarmus!" Bellatrix's wand flew from her hand into the long grass. She clenched her teeth and began shouting at the other cloaked Death Eater.

Malfoy pointed his wand and shot a body bind curse at him and pulled Harry by the hand, running as fast as they could. Bellatrix did not follow, she was bent over the grass, pulling it up, screaming and looking for her wand.

Rain began to pour down, soaking them to the bone. With out stopping for a single second, Harry and Malfoy reared onto privet drive and stopped for breath as they reached the front door, letting themselves in. Harry pulled two large bath towels from the radiator by the door and flung them around Malfoy and himself. They were still red hot from the heating, and felt heavenly on their skin. They'd only been out for three hours, Harry thought, looking at the clock.

Malfoy dropped onto the sofa, shivering madly. Harry thought he was still cold until he saw tears spill from his eyes. Harry sat next to him and hesitated a second before withdrawing a soaked arm from within the warm confines of the towel, and placing it around Malfoys shoulders, and pulling him gently to his chest where he sobbed quietly for several minutes before he quietened. Harry thought he'd fallen asleep until Draco leant back up a little, inches from Harry's face, looking at him. His breathtaking silver eyes, glazed over from the previous out burst of tears, bore into Harry's shining emerald eyes. They stared for what seemed like hours but was only seconds. Harry's head imitated Draco's as they both leaned in, their lips a few centimetres apart, until a loud rumble of a car, rearing onto the drive, distracted them. Both withdrawing away from each other and looking away, uncle Vernon entered the house loudly. He poked his fat head around the living room door and saw Harry and Draco. He grunted a hello and walked into the kitchen shaking his head and moustache, he'd been soaked in the downpour just from walking to the door from his car.

Harry looked back at Draco out of the corner of his eye, a single tear sat upon his eyelashes. Harry felt an ocean of butterflies in his stomach and a burning heat in his cheeks.