A/N: So this is another short chapter. However, chapter 11 is longer and is much more interesting, but this chapter is important too. I'm probably up through Chapter 15 in writing and still moving along nicely. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 10: Come Stay With Me

Harry pushed against Draco to get them both inside the house and kicked the door shut behind them. Only then did he break away from Draco and lean back against the door. Draco stood there with his eyes closed breathing heavily. He slowly opened them and looked at Harry who was looking back at him with his bright green eyes, but they seemed different, more defiant.

"I'm sorry. I just, I had to kiss you again. I'm sorry about earlier too," Harry whispered.

Draco stared at him, his brain still muddled by the kiss. He shook his head to clear it and took a deep breath before responding. "Yeah, um, don't be sorry. What did happen earlier?" he said quietly.

Harry ran a hand through his hair and walked into the sitting room. He sank down into the couch and rubbed his face. "So with my 'kind' we have a sort of governing council or something like that. It's ridiculous, but anyway, they can get into your head and most of the time it's helpful, but in situations like the one we were in, not so helpful. I couldn't continue with them in my head," Harry replied.

"I don't understand why they'd want to interfere. I mean your ultimate mission is to protect me, right? Why can't you have a little fun along the way?" Draco asked with a chuckle.

Harry laughed and shook his head. "It's complicated, but I am going to ignore it. I'm not going to let them decide who I can care about and who I can't. I have always been drawn to you, but now, it's so much more and so different. It isn't just about protecting you anymore. If I could just figure out who is after you," Harry explained.

"Well, I might be able to help you there," Draco replied as he sat down next to him, turning his body towards him. Harry responded without thought and turned to face him as well, their knees touching. Draco blushed at the contact and sighed inwardly. If touching knees gets me all flustered, what the hell would happen if we went further than we did earlier? Pull it together, Draco. He thought with annoyance.

"You're not the only one flustered," Harry muttered. Draco looked up at him with wide eyes. Harry blushed slightly and glanced away before he spoke again. "Did you find out something that might explain who's after you?" Harry asked.

Draco stared at him, annoyed that he brushed off the fact that he had just read his mind. He decided to table it for now, but he was definitely not letting it go. "I asked Theo if he had heard anything and at the time I asked, he hadn't. He came by after you left and told me that they had released some former Death Eaters," Draco responded.

Harry growled at this news. Draco saw his eyes darken slightly. The look made his stomach flop a little in uneasiness and when Harry spoke, his voice was very calm and even. "Who did they release?" he questioned.

Draco gulped before responding. "They released Blaise and Greg," he replied quietly.

Harry looked up at him in confusion. "Why does that matter? Those two weren't really as involved as other people. If it were their parents I'd be more concerned. I don't understand," he said unsurely.

"Well, that's what I thought at first, but then I know what memory they took," Draco commented. Harry looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "They took the memory from the Room of Requirement. The one where Crabbe died and you saved me," he continued.

Harry furrowed his brows in concentration as he processed what Draco was saying, looking for the significance of this memory. "Did you put in the whole memory?" he asked.

Draco blushed deeply and shook his head. "I liked the part where you saved me, so I kept that in my memories," he replied shyly.

Harry grinned and blushed a little as well. "Well, I'm not sure what is so important about that memory and what they have to do with-" he stopped and closed his eyes for a moment, realization setting in. He stood up and walked over to the window, looking out across the yard into the distance. He saw movement across the street and set himself instantly on alert. Draco watched him from the couch and saw the change, saw his shoulders tense. "How close were Crabbe, Zabini, and Goyle?" he asked absently.

Draco frowned. He knew that Harry had his eye set on someone and he hoped that he was keeping himself hidden or something since he was standing in front of the window that had a lightly colored curtain on it that anyone could see through easily.

"I don't really know. I mean how close are Slytherins really? It's in our nature or a part of our inner self to be independent and rely on no one, but ourselves and to only be out for ourselves and no one else. I know Vince and Greg were very close, like brothers. Zabini, I don't know, he was always pretty quiet. I don't really see him playing a hand in this, and I'm not even sure Greg is smart enough to pull something off like this and even then, why would he? What happened to Vince was an accident. He was an idiot to use Fiendfyre in the freaking Room of Requirement in the first place. I mean, it's interesting that I'm in danger so soon after them getting out, but I don't get why I would be," Draco explained.

Harry stepped away from the window and walked over to Draco. He kept an ear trained at the door. His eyes were still a dark, unsettling shade of green. "Hmmm, you're right, that doesn't make sense. Draco, come stay with me," Harry requested, looking up at Draco.

Draco's eyebrows lifted to his hairline, his mouth dropping open in surprise. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair. "Um, why?" he asked, his voice higher than he would have liked.

Harry gestured for him to follow him over to the window. He ran his hands in the space in front of him and pointed out the window. Draco looked at him nervously and then looked out the window. It was unmistakable. There were two poorly disillusioned people across the street, heads towards Draco's flat. He reached out blindly to Harry and he grabbed his hand and linked their fingers. Harry squeezed his hand reassuringly and flexed his free hand into a fist.

"When do we leave?" he asked in a small, scared voice.

"Pack some stuff and we'll go now. I'll set up some wards to both protect your home while you're gone and make it seem like you're still here," Harry replied calmly.