Hermione Granger wasn't sure what was keeping her awake. There was an odd feeling in her chest, as though something bad was going to happen. But that wasn't possible. Grimmuald Place was Order protected, guarded by all sorts of enchantments that only allowed certain people access into it. She sat up, shaking her head as if to clear the uneasiness away. Stretching, she stood and stepped out into the hallway, heading for the stairs. Perhaps a cup of tea would calm her down.

She passed Draco as he slipped into Harry's room. She smiled, glad he was back safely. Harry was beginning to get nervous with him gone for so long. She had nearly reached the bottom of the stairs when the flames roared in the fire place, casting an emerald glow about the room. From the hearth stepped….

"Draco?" she asked, terribly confused. He looked up at her and grinned.

"Evening, Hermione," he said, dusting himself off and heading for the stairs.

"What are you…?" She turned and looked back up the dark staircase. She hadn't imagined it, had she?

"What's wrong?" Draco asked, his voice serious. He looked worried.

"It's just…I thought you were already here. I thought I just saw you go into Harry…"

"I just got here. It couldn't have been—" He stopped midsentence, drawing his wand and looking with both fear and anger at the stairs. "Where's Harry?"

"In his room."

They hurried up the stairs, Draco taking them two at a time. He ran to the end of the hall, his heart pounding in his chest and the blood roaring in his ears. He vaguely heard Hermione banging on a door near the stairs, calling for Ron. Draco headed straight for Harry's door. He could hear voices inside—one distinctly Harry's, and one that sounded identical to is one. He kicked in the door.

Hermione screamed as Draco stepped into the room, Ron at his heels. There on the bed was a very frightened and confused Harry, and beside him an exact replica of Draco himself, down to the smirk plastered across his pale face. The real Draco glared at him, throwing a spell at the imposter's chest. The false Draco flew back, crashing into the far wall and falling hard on the floor. Ron and Draco were on him in a second, holding him down with their wands aimed at his chest.

"Hermione, get Harry out of here," Draco hissed, his hand fisted into the man's shirt.

"What…? Draco? What's going—" Harry began.

"Get him out of here!" Hermione hurried forward, pulling Harry out into the hall with here. Draco turned to Ron. "Go and floo Remus. I've got this under control."

"You sure, mate?" Ron asked, eyeing the man on the floor with caution.

"I'm sure." Draco fixed his eyes back on the intruder. Ron left him alone, shutting the door with a snap. The fake Draco began to laugh menacingly.

"Evening, Draco," he hissed, grinning up at the blonde.

"Who are you?" Draco demanded, digging the tip of his wand into the man's throat. "How did you find me?"

"We all knew who the traitor was, boy. It was only a matter of time until we caught you sneaking off again. Come to fuck your fairy again tonight?" Laughter filled the room again, followed by a hard thwack and a choked gasp as Draco's fist connected with man's nose.

"You will not speak of Harry that way!" Draco shouted, his jaw clenched tightly. "Who are you?" Laughter again, thick and muffled through the blood that was pouring from the man's nose into his mouth.

The door opened again, and Remus stepped in, placing his hand on Draco's shoulder. Draco turned, his anger slowly starting to dim.

"I've notified the Ministry. The aurors are on their way," Remus said. Draco nodded. "Any luck?"

"None."

There was the sound of many feet on the stairs, and a moment later half a dozen aurors had gathered into the room. They stepped forward and took over care of the intruder. As they were dragging him towards the hall, the fake Draco began to change, his skin darkening just slightly and frame growing thicker. His face began to fill out, losing the sharpness of Draco's own and melding into one the blonde knew well. He looked into the cold black eyes of Yaxley. The death eater grinned, spitting at Draco's feet as the aurors pulled him from the room and apparated away.

"They'll get as much information out of him as they can and then find him a nice cell in Azkaban to rot in," Remus assured Draco. The blonde nodded, his anger fading completely to leave behind relief and a slight twinge of fear at what might have happened had he not gotten there when he had. Remus seemed to understand and nodded towards the door. "The others are in the sitting room. Go and see to Harry; he's pretty shaken up."

Draco smiled, hoping it expressed his thankfulness, and headed downstairs. He found Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Nymphadora in the sitting room, just as Remus had said. Hermione was sitting on the sofa, her arm around Harry's shoulders as he sat staring at the floor. All but Harry looked up as Draco entered. Ron caught Hermione's eye and nodded towards the door. The three stood and headed for the kitchen, leaving Draco alone with his lover.

He sat next to Harry, looking sympathetically down at him as he realized how hard the brunette was shaking. He pulled Harry into his arms. Harry buried his face in Draco's chest, clutching at his shirt as he sobbed.

"I thought he was you," Harry whispered, tears nearly choking him.

"Shh," Draco replied. "It's alright, love. It's alright." Harry shook his head, sobbing harder.

"How could I ever…I'm so sorry…Draco, I…"

"Harry." Draco lifted Harry's chin, looking into his shining emerald eyes and wiping a tear from his cheek. "It's alright. You're safe now. Everything's going to fine. I'm here." He pressed his lips against Harry's, hoping to kiss away the sadness, the fear, the worry. It seemed to work. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's neck, pulling their bodies tighter together as though he feared even the smallest space between them.

It was evident at breakfast the next morning that the incident the night before had instilled a permanent fear in the hearts of those who lived at Grimmuald Place. Harry had refused to reenter his room, so he and Draco had slept in one of the others, just across the hall from Ron.

Draco sipped his coffee, his arm draped loosely around Harry's shoulders. He watched Harry pick at his scrambled eggs and frowned.

"You have to eat something, love," he said quietly, not wanting to draw Hermione's attention so that he might save Harry a lecture.

"I'm not that hungry," Harry replied, nudging the plate away. Draco ran his fingers through his lover's hair, leaning over to press a kiss to Harry's temple. "When are you going back?"

The question rather started Draco. Harry didn't really think he'd be leaving again after this, did he?

"I'm not." The room grew quiet as Hermione looked in from the kitchen where she'd been fixing herself a cup of tea. Ron set aside his copy of the Daily Prophet, where Yaxley's photograph covered a large portion of the front page. Draco cleared his throat as three sets of eyes focused on him. "Yaxley said last night that they've known who the traitor was for some time. They were just waiting for a chance to figure out where I was going. When I left this time, Yaxley pounced on the opportunity to beat me here. With him locked up, they'll know they were right. They'll already have told Voldemort. I can't go back now." He turned to Harry, squeezing his shoulder. "I guess you're just stuck with me."

He grinned, and received a small smile from Harry in return. Hermione smiled brightly, winking at Ron as she sat down at the table with her tea. Ron nodded and went back to his paper. The sun poured in the windows of the kitchen, driving away the shadows of the war raging in the world outside their walls and erasing, for the moment at least, all trace of fear that held their hearts captive.