A/N: Thank you to my wonderful reviewers! That's: Nykto, UserFriendly, Prongs, MoonShadow, Cat Samwise, Just Silver, Emily (or is it Goddess now? :) ), Padfootsgirl, SophieB, CrystalStarGuardian, GIGO (Bel hasn't got a separate author account, he's too lazy :) ), Ruka-chan, Becks, Goddess Shinigami, Evenstar, Alynnia*McKinnon, nodoubt13 and Little_Manga_Neko. If I've missed anyone, I'm sorry, I can't access my reviews at the moment to find out if there's anyone else :)

Sorry this part took so long, guys, but I had terrible writer's block and had to wait for Bel and Lan to come back from holiday. Well, here goes... hope you like it :)

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Draco and Harry were sitting watching television with the Dursleys two days later. It was a rather violent programme of Dudley's featuring a lot of high-speed car chases, gun fights and a lot of blood, gore and muck all over the place. Draco was quite enjoying it, but it was plain that Harry wasn't; he was almost asleep, his head resting on Draco's shoulder. Harry didn't mind too much though, as long as Draco was there he was quite happy.

It was just getting to a really good and gory part when Pig entered through the window with a letter from Ron. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia glared at the owl but didn't say anything. They'd become somewhat accustomed to the owls swooping in and out, and as they held Draco in a sort of grudging respect they didn't like to say anything that would offend him. Harry grabbed Pig and ripped the letter off him, trying to ignore his hoots as he zoomed around their heads. Dudley swatted at the owl, annoyed that the hooting was interrupting his programme.

Harry -
WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU DOING?! ARE YOU COMPLETELY INSANE?? You've got DRACO MALFOY living with you?!?! Harry, that could be dangerous! What if he's a spy? What if Lucius found out? Harry, you'd be in so much trouble, why are you doing it? It's absolute madness! Mum's out of her mind with worry, she thinks you're going to be murdered any second! I suppose if you're coming to stay then he will have to, but Mum and Dad aren't happy about it. They're putting him up a place in the shed. How are you getting to Diagon Alley? Send your reply with Pig, if you've got no way of getting there then Dad will pick you up tomorrow at 5. We've got a new car!
Ron.

"So Ron's not too happy then," murmured Draco.
"It would appear that way," Harry replied, grabbing a pen and scribbling a reply on the back of the parchment. "Ron's dad's going to pick us up tomorrow at 5."
"I know, I've been reading the letter over your shoulder," replied Draco. He was looking extremely worried.
"What's the matter?"
"I don't think I should go to the Weasley's. I mean, they hate me. I wouldn't be welcome here, and I don't want to be a bother."
"They've said it's all right, haven't they?"
"Yeah, but if they're not happy..."
"Draco!"
"Sssh!" said Dudley, looking annoyed. "The best bit's coming up!" Harry glanced at the screen. Surprise, surprise, another fight. He grimaced as someone was stabbed then beheaded.
"We'll talk about it later," he said, yawning. "I'm off to bed."
"What? Come on, Harry, this is a great film, you've gotta see the end!" said Draco.
"Nah. See you later." Harry walked out of the room, ruffling Draco's hair as he walked past, smiling as Draco yelled "Don't touch the hair!"

An hour later, Draco went up to bed. Harry was asleep, so he undressed as quietly as possible and slipped into bed.
"Draco?" Harry murmured.
"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," Draco whispered back.
"I wasn't asleep," lied Harry, yawning.
"Just resting your eyes, then?"
"Yeah. Drac, you coming to the Burrow?" Silence. "Drac?"
"Just thinking about it. Yeah, I'll probably come."
"Good." Harry rolled over and went back to sleep. Draco couldn't sleep, staring up at the ceiling. He really didn't want to go to the Weasley's. If they didn't want him there, he wouldn't go, simple as that. But Harry wanted him there. And they had said he could stay, albeit grudgingly. Draco sighed and turned over. What was he going to do?

His eyes fell on the dice sat on the bedside table. He picked it up and rolled it around in his hand. It was comforting, somehow, just holding it in his hand.

Draco sat up, suddenly knowing what to do. He would roll the dice to make his decision.
"Do I go to the Burrow?" he asked, rolling the dice. It rolled under the bed. Swearing under his breath, he reached his hand under the bed and pulled it out, showing a three. Draco got up and started putting his things in his trunk as quietly as he could, pausing every now and then to listen for any signs of Harry waking up. He wouldn't go to the Burrow, he would have to find somewhere to stay for the next week. He had a little money, maybe he could find a bed and breakfast or something. He pulled on some clothes, picked up his trunk and opened the door, wincing as it creaked. He paused and looked back at Harry. He was still asleep. He looked so cute when he was asleep.

"See you at school, love," Draco whispered, shutting the bedroom door and walking out of the house.