A/N: So I'm sorry that I didn't update this earlier today because it was nearly finished but the site gave me a hard time so I gave up 'till now. Anyway, enjoy chapters 10 and 11

Once again (I think I'll just keep doing this) I want to thank all the readers that read this. Especially the ones that liked it, even if they didn't say it, I really do love you all (I don't tell other authors nearly enough how much I appreciate their work). And thank you for the nice feedback. And thank you for favoriting this and thank you for story-alerting it and sticking with me for the past week.

I hope you'll stick until I finish this (whenever that may be XD)

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Oh, and just so you know: a little warning, I might upload a little less (if not to say 'not' ) next week because I will be very busy, but I'll try nonetheless ^_^

If you're surrounded by people you don't know or don't like, you tend to cling to the ones you do. It's a sign of weakness; needing someone near you to feel strong. If there was one thing Draco didn't want to do, it was to show weakness. Therefore he had decided NOT to cling to Harry.

Another reason for this decision was that he wanted to avoid Ron at all costs. Any encounter with the chipmunk would unconditionally end in a fistfight if no one stopped them. Besides, he didn't want to prove Harry was wrong when he said Draco wasn't pure evil. He also didn't want to make Harry chose between him and the redhead.

That's how he came to spend the rest of the day outside. At first, he'd talked a bit with Harry but when his friends went to get rid of the garden gnomes, Draco had stayed behind. He'd wandered around the house but it was too small for his liking. So when he heard the trio enter again he quickly took his chance to leave through the back door.

Draco was sitting underneath the tree from before; the tree he and Harry had kissed underneath. He had his eyes closed and was trying to calm down. The problem that occupied him the most were clothes and stuff. He needed some luxury in this mess. He did not, however, want to meet his father again. Definitely not anytime soon.

Draco tried to remember his mother's reaction after his news but he couldn't remember. At the time he had been to occupied with his father. Now, he wished that he'd paid more attention. Damn it! This would all be so much easier if he knew whether she was an ally or an enemy in this chaos. He let out a groan of frustration and sat up straight, staring at the tower of Pizza that would tumble over any second now.

After a few minutes the door of the tower opened and he saw Harry and his friends step outside again. As much as he loved the sight of his boyfriend in the summer sun, he hated the sight of his bright red friend in the clear light. So he left the safety of the shadow after he had made sure that they couldn't see him and ran inside.

The house was a lot cooler and darker than the garden so it took him a while to adjust his sight. He blinked a few times and then he pushed on to the next room. Molly was standing in the middle of the path while holding a huge pile of plates and cups. She was trying to move the dirty dishes from the table to the kitchen. After lunch she'd told everyone that they could leave without helping; they had all been busy with their own things so she figured she'd let them off.

However she had misplaced her and had to do it the muggle way. But Molly carried the same amount of dishes as she would with magic so the pile was swinging dangerously. One step wrong and the next second she was tripping over her own feet, pile crashing to the floor. She squealed with a high pitch and reached out to stop them. In a reflex, Draco pulled out his wand and stopped the plates from falling and breaking. He couldn't see anything past the pile so he let it fly over the table with a swish of his wand.

Molly was breathing heavily and looking at him in surprise. She did restore herself quickly though, and thanked him. "Where do these go?" Draco asked.
"Oh, you really don't have to waste your time on something like this." She said kindly.
"No" Draco responded quickly "it's fine, really. I mean, I'm holding them already. If I have to put them down, I might as well put them down where they're supposed to go."
Molly nodded firmly and pointed to the kitchen that Draco had just left. "It's right through there, on the counter near the window."
Draco turned around and walked out the room, Molly on his tail.

The rest of the day he stayed and helped the woman. Why, he didn't know. He just wanted to have something to waste time with. Molly had to keep explaining every small thing because he'd never done house chores before. He didn't really dislike working. It had just never crossed his mind to do the dishes for example. The house elves took care of stuff like that.

It was quit the weird experience. She was kind, helpful and patient and couldn't stop talking about everything and anything. Draco just listened as he helped out in the kitchen. They did the dishes (Draco with his wand, Molly by hand), moved the chairs, reorganized the common sitting room and fixed some of the old clocks that were spread out over the house.

Every now and then, Draco would get irritated by something. But Molly soon realized that his fits of anger were never really as bad as they seemed, he just showed his anger really clearly. After half a day of working together, Molly started to realize that Draco really was the way Harry had described him: inexperienced in the simple things, witty, clever, well-rounded and basically just fun to hang around with. If you didn't get offended by his outbursts and small insults every now and then. She realized that it was more of a reflex than an actual attack on someone.

Most of the family had been hidden in the outskirts of the house and the garden all day but when the evening grew nearer they started to frequent the kitchen more, so Draco stopped the work. He didn't want them to see him while he was dusting of a closet. Talk about humiliating.

It was about 20:00 when Harry, Ron and Hermione came inside again. They'd been playing quidditch in the garden and were growing tired. Ron obviously shot him an angry look as they entered the room before continuing their conversation. They quickly left the kitchen for the sitting room. Molly, who had found her wand during the cleaning session, was cleaning something in the corner while the rest was sitting around the table in the next room. Some time passed. Draco sighed and decided that he should leave the kitchen to the cook and get out of her way.

When he entered he was relieved to see that only the twins lifted their heads once to know who had entered, before continuing their mischievous conversation. Their dad and whichever brother he was talking to ignored him completely and Harry and Hermione were sitting with their backs to him so they didn't see him enter. Ron's usual look was directed his way, but he ignored it. Ginny was talking with a friend via some sort of spell, so she didn't pay him any attention either.

He walked to the trio and sat down next to Harry, completely ignoring Ron's poisonous look. None of them had been talking, they'd just been sitting in the sofa.
"Hey" he said, directed only at Harry.
"Hi" Harry smiled. "Where've you been?" his tone wasn't blaming him for anything, just interested.
Draco shrugged. "Here" he said. "The garden" he nodded to the window behind him "and the kitchen."
Harry choked a laugh. "The kitchen? What did you do there?"
A single look made him shut up though. Apparently Draco didn't want to share that bit of info.

"Yeah, what did you do in the kitchen?" Ron said in a disgusted tone. Draco glared at him haughtily. He was about to tell him to mind his own business when the brother that was talking with Arthur spoke up. "Who's that?"
Four heads looked at the two sitting next to the window. Both Arthur and his son were looking outside. "I don't know", the father responded. Harry got up and walked over to the window. He looked outside and after a few seconds he joined the conversation.
"You can't see her very well, can you? Not with it getting dark and all."
Molly entered while drying of her hands. "What's going on?"
"There's someone standing outside dear." Now everyone was staring outside. Draco couldn't see anything because someone was blocking his view so he walked around the group and stared in the darkness.

Finally he spoke as well.

"Mom?"

p.s.: WOOT ten chapters already XD