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Chapter 11

Harry and Draco had a rather tense lunch, not talking that much to each other. Harry's dream was still plaguing Draco's mind with questions for his Godfather. Draco wondered if there was any way Severus would be able to contact them.

Harry did enjoy the slightly burnt lamb. Draco's cooking will make him fill out in a few weeks, he was sure of that.

'Desert?' Draco asked, stifling a yawn.

'What do we have?' Harry asked curious.

Draco smiled, taking out his wand. One short twitch later, Harry was looking at Belgian chocolate ice cream cone. Picking up the cone and licking it for Draco's entertainment; Draco was almost drooling, his eyes on Harry's tongue.

'How do you come up will all this food. Hermione made me find mushrooms and other unpleasant things.'

Draco laughed at this. 'You can't conjure up food. It's some sort of Transfiguration rule, Granger would know exactly which one.'

'So how then?'

'You have to have some at hand. You can increase the quantity of food.'

When Harry was still puzzled, Draco continued. 'I summon it from Mother's apartment in France. We have a little of everything, so I just multiply the quantities.'

'So I can look forward to this variety?' Harry asked excitedly.

Draco chucked. 'Yes, you can definitely look forward to more food. I do have a shellfish allergy though.'

Harry enjoyed his dessert, forgetting that he just mentioned Hermione moments before; unfortunately for Harry, Draco did not.

'So Harry, I wonder where Granger and her sidekick went?' Draco asked innocently. He knew that it was no the nicest way to ask the question, but he wanted assured that Harry did not miss them. Harry was his and his only.

Harry gulped. 'Can we talk somewhere more comfortable?'

Draco nodded his approval. They moved to the spacious living room, sitting down on the leather armchairs facing each other. Draco realized he would not readily comfort Harry should he need to.

'Ron and Hermione left me the night you got here.' Harry merely confirmed Draco's suspicions, realizing that it was only yesterday. 'Ron was unhappy with me for about a month. He was really unhappy for about a week. He was really pissed off the day he left. I don't think he was more mad at me than yesterday. He threw stuff at me and I got really mad too. I hexed him and had it not been for Hermione, I would probably injure him pretty badly.'

Draco sat, watching Harry's facial expressions. So far, Harry did not seem so concerned. 'I never told you why we left Hogwarts, but Ron and Hermione agreed to come with me...'

'Will you tell me why you left then?' Draco asked, his eyes on his boyfriend.

'Of course.' Harry did not hesitate, he wanted to know that he would trust Draco with anything. Sure enough, Draco looked rather touched by Harry's quick response.

'Anyway, Ron was not too happy that we were in the middle of nowhere, away from comfortable lodgings and food other than thick mushroom soups. He kept his mouth shut for over a month but I sensed that he was getting more impatient. He can never keep quiet for a long time; I guessed I had it coming to me.'

'And Granger?' The bit about Ronald Weasley did not surprise Draco at all.

'Hermione is much better than Ron. She can hold out for much longer; she was desperate though. As you probably guessed, we are out to finish off Voldemort but I still don't even know where to start. So she motivated me to go to more places, widen our search. The problem was that the more places we went to, the more desperate she became.I caught them talking about how unsatisfied they were with me about three times last week.'

'What made them leave you yesterday then. They couldn't have just dumped you.'

Harry smiled grimly. 'Yesterday morning, Hermione decided that it would be best to hide the Daily Prophet from me. I saw the paper and the mass killing in Whitshire. I knew Hermione hid it from me and when I asked her not to hide things from me, Ron got upset. I guess I didn't say it in the most polite way, but I wasn't rude. Ron was ballistic, he immediately accused me of not knowing what I was doing. I just told him what I have been telling him and Hermione all the time - I knew as much as they did. This did nothing to calm Ron down and he got physical. The rest you know.'

Draco felt bad for Harry, although the brunette did not seem upset. What made Draco wonder was why Granger left Harry; after all she was the loyal type. 'Harry, why did Granger leave then?'

At this, Harry showed first signs of sadness. 'She loves him.'

'That much?'

'Yeah, they've gotten really close last year; I just felt like the third wheel. They still agreed to come with me, now I wish I told them to stay. But she love him, I know Hermione could not abandon Ron, her feelings are too strong.'

'Did you suspect she will leave?'

'I was denying it initially but denial never really works. She tried to make me and Ron patch things up. But Ron and I will never treat each other the same.'

They sat in silence after that for a long moment. Draco did not know if Harry needed comforting or not. He looked like he didn't.

Draco could not resist asking the question an answer to which he was burning to know. 'What are you searching for then.'

Harry was eager to close the Ron and Hermione issue. 'I am searching for Hocruxes. Objects that store parts of Voldemort's soul.'

Draco paled at this. 'You mean he separated his body from his soul?'

Harry nodded, looking grim. 'He split it six time, making seven Hocruxes. It's really dangerous but he cannot die until all of the Hocruxes are destroyed.'

'And I am guessing he hid them pretty well. Knowing Dark Lord, they are probably hidden and protected by powerful magic.'

'I didn't even have the chance to worry about the magic. I am having trouble locating a single one.'

Silence followed these words again.

'Harry?' Draco asked hesitantly.

'Yeah?' Harry answered slightly fearfully.

'You know I am going to help you find them right? I am not going to abandon you like your so called "friends" did.'

Harry could feel tears running down his cheeks. 'Are you sure you want to?'

'Of course I do. You are my boyfriend - I love you and I want Voldemort finished.'

Harry gaped at him. Draco had never said the Dark Lord's name before.

Just then they heard a cold cough. Jerking their heads at the entrance of the tent, the boys saw Severus Snape standing, a smirk on his face.