Just a little shot to show you how Harry ended up in Draco's room that morning. I personally think it's adorable, but I wrote it, so I suppose I might (just might) be biased. lol

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Harry and Draco accompanied the small group into the Manor library, where they broke up to look for their various research topics, Narcissa sitting comfortably by the fire, easily accessible to those who were likely to get lost in her library. Hours later, Hermione approached Draco, who was seated casually in an armchair by the fire, immersed in his studies.

"I can't find Harry," she said bluntly. Draco didn't bother looking up from his book.

"He won't come to any trouble within the Manor."

"He could get lost, get into something, there were all kinds of dangerous things just between the front doors and here!" she exclaimed, incensed by his lack of concern. Draco sighed and snapped his fingers.

"Where is Harry Potter?" he asked the elf who appeared.

"Master Harry is in Master Draco's sitting room." Draco grinned at this, though Hermione couldn't see what was amusing about it, though she wondered how he'd gotten there in the first place. This was their first trip to the Manor.

"Did he find his way there by himself?" he chuckled at the elf's nod. His sitting room had been the playroom when Harry had been here before. It was probably still the only room in the Manor that he could find on his own, no matter where he'd originated.

"Did you offer him refreshments?" the elf nodded frantically, startling Hermione; none of the group in the library had been offered anything. Draco said he didn't want food or drinks in his library.

"Of course, Master Draco! House elves is very glad to finally see Master Harry again!"

"Again?" Hermione questioned sharply.

"Yes, Master Harry has not been here since he was a small child! House elves is very happy he is back. He is keeping Master Draco's temper." With this last surprising statement, the elf popped out. Draco sighed.

"I suppose you want to talk to Harry." Hermione nodded. "Follow me, Granger," he said reluctantly, closing his book.

At the door to his rooms, he motioned for Hermione to wait there as he opened the door. She watched, intrigued, as Draco entered. Harry looked up as the door entered, and smiled a gentle smile she had never seen before.

"Hey, Co," he murmured, and reached for his teacup as though he had only now noticed it's presence.

"Does Master Harry need anything?" Harry smiled at the elf attentively hovering at his elbow.

"I'm good, thank you." He grinned up at Draco as the elf disappeared. "They've been checking on me on the half-hour." Hermione wondered why he was keeping his voice so low, she could barely hear him.

"Apparently, they've missed you, baby." Baby!?

"Don't see why. I was just more work."

Draco stepped forward and pulled Harry's chin up sharply. "You were not just more work. The elves like you. So does mother."

"Still, I don't see why." But he didn't sound serious this time.

Draco grinned at him –again shocking Hermione- as he replied, "Neither do I, brat." He waved Hermione in as he took a seat across from Harry, picking up a petit four from the mostly untouched tray on the low table. Hermione had a million questions on her mind, the ones she'd come up here with all but forgotten. As they got a good look at her face, both boys burst out laughing.

"Harry, why are you acting so different?" Hermione asked plaintively. He looked at her in surprise.

"Am I?" He blinked as both Draco and Hermione nodded solemnly at him.

"You're quieter -more contained, I guess- but at the same time, you're more obvious than ever. You haven't raised your voice above a murmur since we've been here-" Draco interrupted her.

"You're acting like you did when you were 7, Harry. All shy and quiet, but so open. I can see every thought that crosses your mind." Harry flushed slightly, and Draco laughed.

"Yeah, yeah, just make fun of me, Co."

"Aww, I'm just teasin' babe," Draco flirted playfully. Hermione blinked; it was fairly common knowledge that Draco was gay, but she'd never seen him being so open about it. Harry just grinned at him.

"Whatever. I'm beat, Co. G'night, Mi." He leisurely made his way to one of the doors within the suite, and disappeared behind it.

"Where'd he go?"

"To bed," Draco replied, unconcerned.

"He's sleeping in your bedroom?!"

"No." Draco pointed to a different door. "That's my room. That room has always been his. He spent every weekend from about 4-7 here. He was my best friend." Well, that explained their camaraderie. He snapped his fingers. "Please show Miss Granger back to her companions. Make sure any who want to spend the night here are given rooms," he instructed the elf, then disappeared into his own room, joined by Harry as soon as Hermione was gone. He smiled and held out his arms to the green-eyed boy, who fell into them -and the bed- with a contented sigh.

"I love you, Co," he whispered, already half asleep.

"I know," Draco said, and Harry snorted. When he was sure Harry was asleep, he whispered, "I love you too."