Chapter 14: More plans

"So, all we have learned is that Scrimgeour was hit by some poison dart like… thing." Hermione started.

"Which I saw in my dream or vision of Voldemort, in which he was holding it in his hand," Harry concluded. "It was a green cylindrical object like the one they found at the site of the attack. I suppose the Order doesn't think that's news because who else would attack the Minister of Magic apart from a Death Eater?"

Hermione picked up where Harry stopped. "It's supposed to be a slow poison which according to the report drains the user of his magical ability and then his physical strength."

"But…" Ron said, frowning. "There's something about it, isn't there?'

"Yes," Hermione said, thoughtfully. "This poison according to Professor Snape it does not just absorb Magic but it stores it…so…"

"That doesn't tell us anything, does it?" Harry finished going over what he had managed to read from the Order meetings. "I guess there's no way they could find out…"

"The poison adapts to the person it's administered to," Hermione went on, reading the paper in her hand. She had been the one to come up with the duplicating spell which Harry had cast on the documents while he was in the kitchen with the rest of the Order distracted. The first time around all he had done was hastily read the parchments which had not being enough, so the next time, he had managed to extract copies. With his new found talent for casting small spells wandlessly, Harry had managed to retrieve a lot more than it would have been possible by memory.

"We've gone over this so many times I'm fed up of it," Ron said, balling up the paper and throwing it in the air. Hermione picked it off the floor and burned it alone with the rest.

"You are right," she said. "All this is doing is giving me a headache." She leaned into her boyfriends embrace and Harry watched, feeling a little jealous as the two of them relaxed.

"I've …got something to tell you guys," he said, feeling a little nervous. Everyone was out of the house and only the five of them remained. Well, it was now or never.

"What?" this was from Ginny who was sitting a little way from him. She had become more and more left out as the Golden Trio had discussed their findings. Half a year as his girlfriend was not enough to overthrow the six years of friendship the three of them had. He really didn't want to tell her, but he felt better telling it in front of his friends. That way he wouldn't have to re-tell the whole thing and his friends could offer moral support if things turned out badly. Or, they could always beat me to death, he thought.

"Dra…Malfoy found out that I could see," he plunged on. "He walked in on me when I was shaving…( his once a week shave which Ron laughed at) and…"

"Oh, Harry," Mione said, looking distressed. "What if he tells someone…, what did he say?"

"You mean," Ginny said, sounding annoyed. "He knew you could see today and went through that entire charade at breakfast for nothing?"

Harry blushed at the memory of that morning, when Draco (in his mind, that mind-blowing kiss had been enough for them to be on first name basis) had gone through extra trouble to make sure Harry was more uncomfortable. First, every thing from a glass to a spoon was placed in his hand with extra care and each time the blonds' slender fingers would curl around and trail down his arm when no one was looking. Sometimes, under the pretence of being extremely concerned, would wipe the corner of his mouth while his foot would be sliding up and down Harry leg, making him want to bolt upstairs and lock the bedroom door, with both of them inside.

Not that Harry was very eager to start a physical relationship with a Death Eater in training but he was curious. With Ginny there had been no hurry to get to the next stage and when they had tried all he'd felt was guilt as if he was about to have sex with his sister. But with the blond none of the inhibitions mattered, his body responded well enough and if he was to admit it he had been somewhat fascinated by Draco from the time they'd met at Madame Malkin.

"There's another thing," he said, feeling a little ashamed. His face was burning up and he wondered how his friends would react to his confession. "I think I'm gay."

The silence was more shocking than anything else. Harry looked up from the loose corner of the chair he had been digging in to and concentrated on his friends, all of whom were wearing looks of surprise on their faces. At least, it's not disgust, yet, he thought.

"It's Malfoy, isn't it?" Ginny said, looking distressed.

"Yes," Harry admitted in a small voice. "It sort of happened…"

"I told you I was right," Ginny said, insistently speaking to Hermione. "I told you he was obsessed with that blond bimbo but did you listen to me? No. I told you Harry was forever speaking about him at school but you told me it was natural. I told you he knew how long it takes Malfoy to do his hair while he wouldn't notice it if I shave my head bald." Spit was flying out of her by the time as her red –haired temper came in to play. "You," she said, turning around and facing Harry, "Have you any idea how much of our time together was spent on listening to 'wonder what Malfoy is up to today' and 'I'm going to follow him around.' You missed Quidditch training because of him and all you ever did was comment about him throughout the whole of last year. He won in the end didn't he?"

"What do you mean?" Harry said, weakly. Ginny was very like Mrs. Weasley on a smaller scale.

"Well, he was trying to get your attention for the past five years and the one year he ignores you, you decide to get obsessed with him." She sprang to her feet and stormed to his side. "I had to pretend it was me who called us off, I had to pretend I didn't mind while all you did was buy him clothes and care about his wellbeing…" Slap. He felt his cheek burn but did nothing to stop it. After all he deserved it. "Well, Harry, I've loved you since I was eleven. Can he say the same? Do you love him, does he love you?"

"Ginny," he said, holding out his hand. "I love you like a sister and no, we don't love each other and it's not like we are in a relationship or anything. It was just one kiss for God's sake and… I'm sorry if I hurt you. I think I've had doubts about my sexuality for some time now. You know, but just was too busy trying to stay alive to bother with such stuff."

"But Harry," Ron said, in aloud voice. "I mean, are you sure?"

"About being gay or the part about Malfoy?"

"Both," Ron said unconvincingly. "I mean, I'm glad you're not going out with my sister but as people go I'd rather she go out with you than and one else. I know you and you're a descent guy but Malfoy…why not Charlie or someone like that?"

"Charlie's gay?" Hermione asked, with a gasp.

"Yes," Ron said, with look of slight discomfort. "Fred thinks it's all the dragons. Needs something bigger than him to ride."

"Charlie looks like you Ron," Harry pointed out. "Wouldn't that be more worrying?"

"But Malfoy…" Ron protested.

"I thought you didn't hate him like you did before," Harry said. "It's just that I didn't want to at first but these past weeks he's being paying attention to me and treating me so nicely." ( he hadn't been all that grossed out by the physical contact between the two of them Harry had after all been wanting to touch Draco for quiet some time now.)

"Yes, but still, I'm a Weasley, I have to put up a token protest. Especially when considering him shagging a guy I think of as my brother."

"Harry," Hermione's tone was urgent. "You two haven't gotten physical…"

"God no," Harry exclaimed. "Not yet," he added in a small voice.

"That's it," said Ginny, storming out of the room with a look of disgust on her face.

"Let her go," Hermione said, when Harry got up to follow her. "She saw it coming long before any of us did. Why do you think we fought? She kept on telling me you have a thing for Malfoy and I kept on telling her she was delusional. I mean, it's Malfoy and he's a guy and you've never shown any interest in guys before."

"Yes, but…" Harry frowned, listening as he heard a faint scuffling sound outside but it was quickly over so he assumed it was Ginny leaving.

"But why him?" his best friend (female) said, with an anguish wail. "Why not someone nice and…and…not pregnant?"

"Yes, well, there's that," Harry said, weakly.

"May be he got knocked up deliberately," Ron said, cheerfully.

"I really don't think that's possible," Harry said. "What would he have to gain by that. And why in the world would he want to get rid of the baby now. He won't even let us tell anyone else so it's not like he's looking for sympathy or anything."

"May be he put you under some kind of spell," Ron said, hopefully.

"Or maybe a love potion or maybe he's a male veela and I'm his mate," Harry said, sarcastically.

"Him, a veela," Ron scoffed. "That pointed faced…"

"He is easy on the eye," Hermione said, thoughtfully. "And everyone thinks he's good looking."

"Why thank you, Granger," the amused drawl at the doorway stopped everyone and they looked around to face the intruder, who was being dragged in by Ginny.

"Guess who I found eavesdropping," she said, with false cheer. "Someone doesn't know how to mind his manners."

"But you were talking about me," Draco drawled, before sitting on the bed next to Harry, not too close to be touching but close enough to be in Harry's personal space.

"I was going to yell for you before but he held me back," Ginny said fuming. "Harry, he's strong. He just sort of clamped one hand over my mouth and the other around my waist and I couldn't break free."

Harry knew why she was emphasizing Draco's strength. After growing up with six brothers Ginny could hold her own with most people and with his slim pale looks, Draco did not look like anyone who was going to win in the physical strength category. "But he didn't hurt you, did he?" Harry asked. Then he looked at Draco who had the good sense to look embarrassed. "We don't eavesdrop on people here," he said, suppressing the guilt he felt and the memory of countless conversations they'd all over heard or listened to in secret.

"No, he didn't hurt me but let me tell you one thing," Ginny said forcefully. "I don't care who you are…" she took out her wand and shoved it up Draco's nose. "…but if you hurt him, I'll cut your balls off and stuff then down your throat."

"I'll help," Hermione said, viciously, looking at Draco. "We have no idea what's going on but once we agreed that we would help Harry with whatever he did and if he's happy with you, we'll go alone with it. But…." Harry had to admit his friend could have stopped a herd of stampeding hippogriffs with her glare. "…you hurt him in anyway, I'll gladly perform an abortion on you, with out any painkillers."

"I'll do it for you anyway," Ron offered with a snarl. "I'd much rather you stay away from him."

"Ron," Harry protested.

"All right," Ron said, in a tone which said it was anything but. "But if he hurts you I'm going to kill him."

"It's not like Potter and I are going to get married or anything," Draco drawled while Ginny huffed and left for the second time.

"I suppose it figures," Hermione said, thoughtfully. "Remember what you said about your mom and dad, Harry."

"What?"

"That they hated each other until fifth year and how your father was an insufferable show off," she continued "…who used to tease kids in their spare time."

"Tease is too mild a word," Harry said with a smile, remembering Snape upside down with his underwear on display.

"More like torment those smaller than him because he could and also because it go him the attention of one Lily Evans," Ron said thoughtfully. "Who in turn couldn't stand his guts?"

"Ye….s," Harry said wearily.

"Doesn't that behavior remind you of someone," Hermione asked pointedly looking at Draco.

"But…" Harry protested weakly though he could see the similarity. "Draco doesn't…didn't want my attention. He just tormented all those kids for fun…right Draco?"

The blond purposefully avoided looking at Harry. "So, you just compared me to Harry's father," he said, thoughtfully. "Does that make me the man of this relationship?"

"Not at all Draco," Harry said, sweetly. "After all, I'm not the one who's pregnant."

"So I look like a veela," Draco said, as he shut the bedroom door.

"I suppose it's better than being told you look like my dad," Harry said, as he reached around his boyfriend (was he?) and locked the door. Everyone else was busy getting the house ready for the imminent arrival of Bill Weasley and his fiancé. They were to move to the Burrow later that week with Remus and Tonks since it was full moon but hoped to join them back at Grimmuld place once that was over.

The house elves were running around busily, cleaning some more disused rooms while Mrs. Weasley was pondering whether to put the two love birds in the same room or in separate rooms. Ron and Hermione had also gone to help, leaving Harry (still considered blind) and Draco (unsure what to do with him) alone.

"Finally," said Draco, sitting on Harry's bed. "Alone."

"Yes, well," Harry said, nervously looking around. He could hardly sit on any other bed knowing fully well Draco expected him to go and sit next to him but still.

"I don't bite," Draco said, softly, seen through the hesitation.

"Yes, but, I'm new to this…"

"Just sit here," Draco said, making room and Harry hesitantly sat next to the Slytherine. The earlier kissing incident had been unexpected while being locked in the bedroom with his boyfriend seemed premeditated. He had no idea what to do.

"So, you didn't know you were gay or at least bi?" Draco asked as Harry sat stiffly.

"No…though there was a time when I thought Bill Weasley was cool and …Wood was a good flier but …" he laughed a little. "Hermione has this theory I had a thing for Seekers."

"Such as…"

"Cho," he said, noting the blond stiffen with jealously and felt pleased. "Then I kissed Ginny for the first time after she became a Seeker and caught the snitch and then… you were …are the best Seeker around."

"Not as talented as you," Draco said, putting a hand around Harry's shoulder. He gently reached over and pulled off his glasses and kept them on out of reach

"Uhmp," Harry said, nervously and jumped, then relaxed against the firm shoulder. "I like this…" he said softly.

"Like what?"

"Remember, back at the Burrow when you held he like this," Harry said. "With me, everyone expects me to save them. Even Ron and Hermione. Ginny as well I suppose. She's a strong girl but they all expect me to be strong for them so they don't want me to be weak. And sometime, I just want to relax against someone and let that person hold me and tell me it's going to be al right. I don't want to be in charge all the time. Sometimes it's nice to let go of all the control and let the other person lead." He hesitated. "Even the Order, with all their secrecy is trying to protect me so when the time comes I'll march up to Voldemort and kill him. I'm just blabbering aren't I?"

"I do understand," Draco said, gently. "Now about us, Harry, I'm not promising anything."

"I know."

"I don't love you."

"I don't love you either."

"But I want to kiss you."

"Can we… keep this above the waist…for the time being," for the guy who's supposed to be the Savior of the Wizarding world, Harry sounded rather small and insecure.

"Only if we do something now before they try to force the door down," Draco said with a smile and turned around and kissed him. Then he drew back. "It might be easier if you were to sit on my lap."

There was a moments' hesitation then Harry blushed and buried his face in Draco's chest.

"What?" asked Draco, obviously puzzled but also amused.

"I've never sat on anyone's lap before," he said. "I mean, maybe my parents but never afterwards. My aunt wasn't exactly what you'd call demonstrative."

"So," the bond said, pulling the smaller boy on to his lap. "What's this got to do with…" and stopped as his lips were claimed.

This time the kiss was more enthusiastic and after a while they broke off to explore each other. As Harry latched on to his neck Draco moaned then twisted free. "Potter, if you leave a bite mark on my neck, you'll have to explain to everyone how it got there," he drawled casually.

"Sorry," Harry said breaking off and looking ashamed. It was not that he was exactly ashamed of Draco but he wasn't sure about their relationship to announce it to everyone present. Telling his friends was something he had to do, they would have found out eventually and he tried not to keep that many secrets from his friends. Then he hesitated before starting to unbutton the other boy's shirt.

"What…!"

"There's something I need to see," Harry explained. "That day…when I used the slashing hex on you…did it leave any marks?" In answer to his own question Harry intently fingered the pale chest searching for scars. There was only one, a faint silver scar that ran all the way across almost diagonally and he halted his progress to stare at it.

"It was the deepest," Draco explained softly. "Might not have left a scar at all if Pomfrey had healed it. Snape isn't exactly what you'd call a good medi- wizard, just someone who knows enough spells to save his skin. He was more intent on stopping the bleeding, not keeping me esthetically pleasing."

"I don't think it's ugly," Harry said, softly as he leaned forward. Draco gasped as a hot tongue traced a path down his chest following the scar the up again blowing on it. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what it would do and…"

"Shh," two slender fingers closed his lips and then he twitched lightly and gave a half embarrassed laugh. "Watch it; my nipples are some what sensitive."

"Are they," the brunette asked before his mouth closed over the sensitive spot, the tongue curling around it before letting his teeth graze lightly on the skin. Draco groaned out aloud and pulled lightly at his hair.

"You seem to know what you're doing," he gasped.

"Well, Ginny was never this vocal," Harry mumbled and felt the blond stiffen under himself. "Note to self," he said out aloud. "Do not speak of exs while engaged in fore play with current."

"Yes, well," he gasped as the hot mouth trailed own further and the tongue dipped in to his navel. He forcefully pulled the dark boy up and kissed him fiercely while his fingers trailed under his t-shirt, feeling the plains he had seen so many times but had not been able to touch.

He lifted the t-shirt while they were still connected at the mouth then broke off to pull it off and throw it to a side. Then he started to explore Harry's chest pulling lightly at a curly dark hair with his teeth.

"You're just jealous you don't have any," Harry protested weakly.

"I'll show you," Draco mock threatened and the next instant threw Harry across the bed and rolled on to him. "Now we'll see who's…"

"By Merlin," someone exclaimed. "Someone check me for Fairy-dust."

The boys sprang apart rather fast and Harry sat up half expecting to see Ron at the door only to be confronted with two identical red heads. "Hi," he said embarrassed looking around for his t-shirt which was nowhere to be seen.

"Haven't you heard of knocking," Draco said, furiously, as he buttoned his shirt.

"Yes, but…" the usually talkative twins seemed speechless. "But…"

"Pretty repetitive isn't it?" Draco asked, picking up the t-shirt, turning it the right side out and handing it back to the owner.

"Does Ginny know?" one of the twins asked, looking pointedly at Harry.

"Yes," Harry said, blushing crimson. He stood up awkwardly and walked a few steps away from Draco and under the pretence of looking for his long forgotten glasses put some distance between the two of them. "I had to tell her, it wasn't fair with us living in the same house."

"Oh, there you are," said Hermione, walking in followed by Ron who was covered in cobwebs. "We were looking for you."

"We were looking for you too," one of the twins replied. "Thought it was you behind the closed door, only …" he gestured towards Harry and Draco who were looking slightly uncomfortable. Harry was feeling embarrassed and coming to realize that he needed a new prescription for his glasses while Draco simply looked angry at the disturbance.

"Oh," said Ron, looking none too pleased with the idea and tried to be cheerful. "At least they're dressed."

"Not when we walked in," muttered one of the twins.

"Eww," Ron muttered purposefully avoiding looking at Harry as he went to his bed and sat down.

"I'm here too, so can we start," came the disgruntled voice of Ginny who joined them.

"Start what?" Harry said, stupidly.

"Some sort of meeting," Draco said, slowly. "Do you want me to leave?"

"Well…," Harry said, hesitantly.

"I'll leave," Draco said, getting up and walking to the door only to be stopped by Hermione.

"You might as well stay," she said. "It's not much of a secret and we could use a Slytherin in our midst."

"Harry," Draco said, looking at Harry who looked uncomfortable. "Is that all right with you?"

Harry realized everyone was looking at him waiting for him to decide. Did he trust him or not? He took a deep breath and nodded. "Sure, why not," he said then sat down on his bed keeping a fair distance from Draco who returned.

"This isn't really a big deal but …"

"First of all, who are you?" Hermione said. "I mean, are you Fred or George? It's hard tell with the bandages off."

"I'm Fred," said the first twin and Hermione took out her wand and a F appeared on his chest. "Shall we continue?"

"Well, there's good news and bad news," George said, smoothly. "Which do you want to know first?"

"Good," said Ron / "Bad," said Harry.

"All right," said Fred with a flourish. "Bad news first. Snape knows Harry can see and he's faking the whole thing."

"What!" said Harry / "Who told him?" asked Ron / "You told him!" accused Hermione.

"We didn't tell him anything," Fred said, looking affronted. "He sort of pried it out of our heads, at the last meeting at… well, best you don't know where."

"And why not?" Harry asked with a scowl.

"If we tell you why, will you promise not to blow our head off," George asked looking at Harry who was clenching his hands in to fists and was breathing deeply. "We don't want to be covered in shattered glass."

"Just tell me," Harry ground out in frustration.

"Well, Snape said, let me quote him," George managed to make his face look like Snapes' "'Tell the idiotic boy that the reason he isn't allowed to attend any of the meetings is because his Occulmency is terrible. We don't want the Dark Lord to pick things out of his head, and I was the one who recommended that he be not allowed in to these meetings. If he wants to take it out on anyone, he'll have to take it out on me and not all those people he's living with in that miserable house.'"

"Snape's the one who suggested that I was not…" Harry could feel the anger building up inside of him and had to take a deep breath to calm himself.

"But, he said that if you stop pretending to be blind, that there was some way in which you could help the Order," Fred added hastily.

"Snape actually said that!" Ron exclaimed in surprise.

"No, he actually said 'there's something the idiot Gryffindor can do if he wants to, actually might be his i thing /i as our celebrity. After all, all he had to do is dress up nicely and cause a commotion.'"

"He wants to use Harry as a distraction," Hermione said, in understanding. "Fred, you have to tell us more than that if you need our help." There was no need to add where Harry went his friends went as well.

"Does this have something to do with the Club you keep on visiting?" Harry asked.

"Yes…"

"You're watching over something, aren't you?" Hermione asked finally. "You are guarding something just like at the Ministry of Magic last time. You have to tell us more than that."

"For all we know, it could be plan by Snape to capture Harry," Ron added.

"Get real, Weasel," Draco spoke at last. "Don't you think Snape would have done that already, if he'd wanted to? He's had plenty of chances."

"Just start at the beginning," Hermione said, averting a potential confrontation.

"Yes…" said George taking out his wand and casting a silence spell. "It all started with this…" he said holding out his wand for them to see.

"That's new," Ron exclaimed. "What happened to your old wand?"

"You're not guarding something," said Draco, leisurely, from his position on the bed. "You're guarding someone, aren't you?"

"How?" spluttered both the twins.

"New wand made by Olivander," said Draco, pointing to it. "We know he went missing last year and we…that is, my side before I came here, don't have him, so, either he went into hiding or you have him."

"He's good," Fred said, grudgingly.

"I've got inside information," Draco said, with a self satisfied smirk. "What gave you away?"

"Percy," Hermione gasped. "That day in Knockturn Alley, you pulled out your wand and he saw it. Must have guessed."

"There doesn't seem to be anything for us to add," Fred said, looking disgruntled.

"Why are you telling us all this. You've got the full Order behind you, so why does Snape want our help?" Ron asked. "We told you in on Harry's secret but it isn't as if you just want to share this with us out of brotherly love.

"There's that," Fred said, looking grumpy. "But we know one brother of ours…"

"…who's not too attached to us," completed George. "Percy is working thorough the Ministry to get a search warrant very, very soon and we need to move Olivander to a safe house before the Ministry gets to him."

"Where?" Ron asked.

"Best if you don't know," Fred said in a pompous manner. "But most importantly we'd do this quietly without telling everyone in the Order."

"Which club are we talking about?" Ron asked. "It's not as if there are plenty of clubs in Diagon Alley."

"Who said it was in Diagon Alley," Fred scoffed. "You'll see it when you get there."

"You mean your precious Order has been compromised?" Draco said, derisively. "Doesn't say much for security does it. That's why you want the help of Harry and the rest. Because you're sure which side their loyalties are."

"Is it true?" Hermione intervened before all the Weasleys lost their tempter.

"Someone's been passing information about the meetings to the other side …as in the Ministry," Fred acknowledged. "Nothing big, just the dates and locations. We don't always meet here, you know, we have other safe houses and well, we just need to get Olivander out and away before anyone finds him."

"Why can't you just Polyjuice him in to someone and move him?" Hermione asked.

"Not that simple," Fred said. "Our safe house is at the top of a Club which is both good and bad."

"For one, it's safe because everyone is searched at the entrance and their wands are removed," George continued. "The place is warded against magic. You have no idea what a bunch of magical teenagers can do when they are high on… you know just high…"

"So no magic and…" Ron said, thoughtfully. "If I were Percy and thought you were up to something, I'd put someone to watch over you in the Club. Then I'd guard all the exists and entrances. I take it there are no underground passages or anything convenient for an escape there."

"Probably not accessible," Harry said, thoughtfully. "So you know who's watching you?"

"Yes," Fred said. "And we want them to stay that way because it's easier than identifying the new lackeys from the ministry. They don't blend in at all, but next time, they might send someone who does."

"And Polyjuice won't work because they search everyone who leaves the Club," Fred said. "There are ways of finding out if you've been using them."

"So, what we need is a diversion," George said. "And that is where Harry comes into the picture."

"When are you planning on moving him?' Ron asked.

"Sometime in the coming week, before Bill's wedding. That way everyone like mom will be distracted and since the wedding is at the Burrow most of the Order will be there strengthening the wards. "

"So Bill will be staying at the Burrow?" Harry asked.

"Yes, and mom is thinking of moving here," Ron said. "She's trying to move that clock of ours to the kitchen here so she can keep an eye on everyone."

"Have you thought of blowing anything up?" Hermione asked.

"As a distraction, too suspicious," Fred said. "They'd be on us…"

"Anything at the club?" Draco asked. "Some special occasion you can use to your advantage, did Snape suggest anything?"

"Couples night," Fred said with a grimace. "Romantic dinner and dancing. A low key affair so anyone moving suspiciously will be spotted."

"So what you need is someone who won't be searched," Draco said. "Like …say Harry Potter to visit the club that night with his date and perhaps hand out free autographs. Should distract the lot."

"Who's going to be his date, you?" spat out Ron.

"You need a distraction, not a controversy," Draco said, coolly. "I was thinking of Granger."

"Not Ginny?" Fred said.

"Granger thinks faster on her feet," Draco said without a pause, ignoring Ron's gasp. "She knows more spells than Ginny and she's a better actress. She had me fooled back in fifth year in Umbridges' office."

"We can't let Harry out in the open, it's too dangerous," Ron protested.

"Exactly," George said. "If someone like Harry shows up, they'll have to protect him and he would be in the middle of things so no harm will come to him. We can call the Ministry and ask for extra protection centered on Harry. That way, no one will suspect us of doing anything underhanded. We'll call the press so Fudge or Percy can't interfere with Harry's day out."

"We can fly off the roof while everyone is busy," Fred concluded. "There's only one guy on the roof and perhaps he can be persuaded to come down."

"We'll go through the finer details later," Ron said, thoughtfully. "What're we going to tell mom?"

"She won't even know we're gone," Harry said. "She'll be busy with the wedding."

"Still, you want to use Harry as a distraction so you can make a great escape," Hermione said with a frown. "I don't like it. Are you sure Professor Snape doesn't have anything other option. May be show up himself."

"Snape has a lot to loose," Fred pointed out. "He's the one who's wanted for the murder of Dumbledore …and then there is something else as well."

"What now?" Harry wondered.

"Fudge," George said. "He's being spreading rumors that you're not fit for public appearances and something in the line of either you're mad or dead. We really don't need to prove anything to him, but the people are starting to panic so a public appearance from you might help everyone settle their minds."

"Let me do something," Harry pleaded. "I feel just about useless and this isn't even dangerous. All I have to do is show up at some Club all dressed up with my beautiful date?"

"Ye…s," said Hermione probably thinking if Harry had something to do he would probably stop harassing everyone for action and a visit to a Club was pretty harmless. Additionally, she trusted Snape despite everything and thought highly of him as a professor.

"A word with you Harry," said Fred.

"Outside, alone," said George.

"Is it about Draco?" Harry said the moment the room door had closed behind them.

"He's quick witted, intelligent," said Fred.

"And he's good looking," said George.

"And we take it no one else knows about you two."

"But treat him nicely and he might stay."

"What are you taking about?" Harry said in surprise. "I thought you were going to tell me something like, am I sure about him or that he's a Death Eater's son or that I should watch my back."

"Why should we tell you things you know for yourself?" Fred asked.

"We wanted to tell you if you are going to have some sort of relationship with him don't act as if you're ashamed of it."

"What do you mean?" Harry repeated himself.

"You were all over each other before we walked in but afterwards, you sat away from him and acted as if he had something catching," Fred pointed out.

"I'm not…used to this…" Harry mumbled.

"Neither is he," George said. "And he's with unfamiliar people. Sometimes when you're with a person you have to decide. It's all or nothing Harry, there's no half way."

"I…thanks," Harry said, feeling slightly ashamed. Had he being shunning Draco and had it been obvious to the others? "I'll think on it."

"Another thing," Fred said. "It's not like we're going to take over your family home."

"You mean your mom moving in here on a permanent basis," Harry said.

"She was going to ask you," George said, meaning that they would make her ask Harry officially. "After all, it is your house. Just because we live here doesn't mean it's ours."

"But do be careful," Fred added as an after thought. "There's someone here who's passing information about the Order and that person is very close to all of us."