Dracos lungs filled with rich, humid air as he landed roughly on the ground. The aroma was something he's never breathed in before. He could smell lots of pine, and grass. It all felt so clean inside of him. His hands dug into soft, delicate deep green grass as he pushed himself up to sit, which felt cool on the tips of his fingers. His whole body felt cool, and very refreshing. The scene around him was startling, they were in some kind of meadow, a beautiful empty space about the size of his manor then thick, lush trees surrounding. He could barely make out mountains above the trees, but far off into the distance. Draco could not wrap his mind around how wonderfully soft the grass was, as he slipped his fingers through over and over again.

"Potter, where are we?" Reality kicked back into Dracos mind as he turned and studied Harry. He was standing, staring at something. Not unusual for Harry to look so stupid, but his face was all angry and twisted, and he was furiously gnawing in his nails.

Okay, Harry didn't look as bad as Draco would describe him but something was definitely wrong.

"Potter!"

Harry spun around. His words quiet and calming. "They found out, alright? I didn't know where else to go. This was my first thought."

A lump formed in Dracos throat. "I'm sorry." The words trembled as they formed, Draco couldn't help but feel bad. This was, no doubt, partly his fault.

"It's alright, s'pose." Harry turned back, taking out his wand. Dracos eyes narrowed as he tried to listen to what spells and charms Harry was using, but heard nothing. He felt the protective magic, but again no words came from Harry.

"You're good at that, you know." Draco finally said, standing up.

"At charms? Not really, Hermione used these every day when we were hunting for horcru-"

"No, Potter," Draco cut him off, wondering why Harry hadn't turned to face him yet. "You're good at casting non-verbally."

Harry couldn't help but smile, but he caught himself before Draco could notice. "I suppose. It just comes naturally."

Harry reached into his bag and pulled out a tent that he set up quickly, without asking for any help. Not that Draco would offer anyway. On the outside, the tent looked rather small. Fitting, for a large meadow. "You don't expect the both of us to share that thing, do you Potter?" Draco sneered, watching Harry crawl inside.

"Obviously. Have you ever been in a tent before?" Harry disapeared into the small thing. Draco had not been in a tent before, and if that's what it was then why would he? He touched the fabric, opening the flaps.

"Of course." Draco muttered to himself as he stepped into a large empty room that had a small table with chairs, bookshelves stuffed with books, a fireplace, and two single beds on the opposite wall. There was a small kitchen area, with only a fridge and a small stove. He sat on one of the beds, laying his wand down on the shared dresser. Harry came over, and sat on the other bed taking off his glasses. "Not sleeping now, are you? It's barely midday!"

Harry shook his head. "Just resting. I have a lot to think about, now that I'm on the run with you." For some reason Draco shivered at those words. "Unless you want to run off on your own? You don't have me to protect you anymore."

"I've been meaning to thank you for that," Draco noted, folding his arms behind his head as he layed down onto the old bed. "But I decided not too. Considering you hate me and all."

Harry turned his head towards Draco. "You're the one who hates me."

"Are you saying you don't hate me then?" Amusement flickered in his tone.

"No, merely stating a fact."

"The fact is, Potter, two people who absolutely despise eachother are now on the run from the rest of the world together. Does that not strike you as odd?"

Harry laughed. "Yes, I suppose it does." A few silent moments passed. "It isn't going to last, you know."

"What, hiding?" Draco asked.

"No, us hating eachother."

"What are you getting at Potter? You think we're going to end up actually befriending eachother? You've gone mad, haven't you!" Draco was hardly angry, he found this entire conversation sort of friendly.

"Only as mad as you are. But no, we're going to have to learn to work together if we're going to get through this. It's not about me offering you help anymore, it's about both of us helping eachother out, doing our parts.."

"We aren't a team." Draco reminded Harry.

"And never will be, but all I'm saying is I think it would be easier if we could get along."

"We're getting along now aren't we?"

Harry thought about that for a minute. "Seems like it, doesn't it."

"I hate you, Potter."

"I hate you too Malfoy."