Rehabilitation

By Catty the spy

"I didn't know Seamus and Dean were here."

"You don't know much of anything Harry."

"Shut up before I force bleach down your throat! By the way, Flitwick is coming over today."

"How do you know?"

a glare. "I, unlike you, read the mail."

A scowl. "What does he want?"

"He has our first scenario."

Harry and Draco were eating breakfast. They had been in the house 3 weeks. Three long boring weeks.

A knock on the door. "Draco, get the door."

Grunting, the blonde obeyed. Draco couldn't do much but obey Harry. Disobeying was a risk to his health

Flashback

Draco was awakened by a pillow to his head.

"Up."

He rose from his place on the floor. Harry was in the kitchen, going through the cupboards and writing things down.

He barely seemed to acknowledge the blonde's presence.

"You start work tomorrow at eight. Your shift ends at four. Get acquainted with the car in the garage.

"You get paid next Friday. We have to buy food and kitchen supplies. Everything else, I'll take care of while you're gone."

Draco simply blinked at him, one eyebrow raised.

He was shoved to a table, where a plate was waiting.

"Eat. Put your stuff in the sink when you're done. I need you to do something so eat fast."

Draco obeyed him, wary of the look in his eyes.

His plate had barely touched the sink when he was grabbed by the ear, dragged up a flight of stair to the second floor, and given a pencil and a piece of paper labelled ' 2'.

"What's this?"

Harry had turned to walk back down stairs. "Count the rooms. Map them, if possible, starting from the stairs and heading to the other end. Hopefully, you'll finish before lunch."

Draco looked scandalized. "I am not doing this!"

"Yes you are!"

Harry turned and marched back up, giving Draco a cold glare.

"Why should I listen to you? You have no right to tell me what to-."

Harry slammed Draco against the wall, defying all logic, and giving him a glare that made Snape's pale in comparison. "Listen up. You may not care how this project turns out, but I do. This is 90 of our final grade, and I will not fail because you wanted to be an ass!"

He let the blonde (who happened to be 4 months older than him, as well as taller, heavier, and stronger) slide to his feet.

"Now map out this level, unless you like living in a dirty house! I don't clean what I don't know about."

He stalked off.

End Flashback

"Hello?"

it was Flitwick and a rather harassed looking Snape.

"Don't just stand there, let them in!"

"Come in" Draco murmured obediently.

Snape raised an eyebrow but made no comment.

Once they were all in the living room, Flitwick handed Harry a potion. "Drink up."

Though curious, Harry obeyed. The stuff tasted worse than the Polyjuice potion.

Flitwick then handed Harry a small package. "If, by chance, something strange happens, use that tomorrow."

Harry nodded.

Snape turned to Draco and handed him a book. "Don't read it until something happens tomorrow."

Draco nodded.

Snape rounded on Harry. "Drink this."

Yet another potion. Harry again took it. he began feeling slightly nauseous.

"And this last one." Before handing that one over, Snape dropped something in it. Harry swalloed. His sto,ach began to burn.

Snape sighed. "We'll return in two days time."

/ Chap 3