Wotcha folks!

Things have changed. Someone complained about the Twins being too Cockney, so I changed that.

I made it shorter, and cut a scene, because I also had a PM (Containing some not-so-friendly-words) saying Draco was too OOC dancing with Harry to gets flowers to bloom.(They're DANCING DAFFODILS! They respond feeding off the enjoyment of the dancers.)

Anyway...enough of that...enjoy!

Chapter 10.

Harry was settled in a quiet spot by the Green-Houses finishing off his Charms essay while he waited fo Draco to make an appearance. He was just flipping through hs text-book for something he could use for the conculsion when a pair of hands covered his eyes. He sighed.

"Ginny, I don't think-"

"Hiya, Harry!"

Harry pried the hands from his face and looked behind him. Standing there in the snow, dressed in thick travelling cloaks with small cases,were the Weasley twins: Fred and George.

Fred had a sheepish expression on his face. "Sorry 'bout that, Harry."

Harry shrugged with grin as he got up (home-work forgotten) and shook their hands. "What are you guys doing here? I thought you'd be at the Burrow for Christmas."

"Well...We didn't want to...be under your feet. As it were." George rubbed the back of his neck in an uneasy way.

Fred looked just as uncomfortable. "Yeah...Figured you'd want the house to your-selves." A shaky grin, "Wouldn't want us getting in the way of romance of the century."

Now Harry was confused, "Romance of the...? What are you going on about?"

"Well..."

Fred held up a hand spying someone heading in their driection, "Hold that thought, Georgie. We have to see a wizard about a potion."

Harry smiled, "Business still good?"

"Billiant! We had a competition in the summer for people to send in ideas and we'd sell the best ones in our shop on a trial period. A well-wisher sent us a note-book full of potion recipes. Mostly for beauty and hair. They claimed they were his mothers, garanteed money spiners for our Wonder Witch line."

"And were they?"

"Are you kidding?" Grinned George, "The face cream alone sold out the first day! They loved it!"

"Well, that's great!" The bell went and Harry gathered his stuff, "I'll see you in the Great Hall later, yeah?"

"Yep! We're going to deliver the news to Ron. He'll be thrilled he's been banned from home. And at Christmas." George elbowed his brother in the ribs with a glare. "But enough of that. Enjoy your classes, Harry."

The twins left. They passed Draco and, to Harry's great surprise, started a civil conversation with the Slytherin. As it went on Draco blushed and he shook his head suddenly. Fred grinned at Draco, clapping him on the shoulder before heading in-doors.

"What was that about?" He asked as Draco drew level.

Draco blinked, his cheeks still rosy, "They wanted to thank me..."

"For what?" Draco looked at his feet as they walked. It took Harry a while to figure it out and then, "Draco...Did you enter their competition?"

He nodded, "I didn't think they'd take me seriously. But they say the products are doing really well. They want to send some of the proceeds to my mother. Because, well..."

Harry wrapped an arm around his shoulder, "I think that's great they want to help. Now you're not under the influence of your father, other people are starting to see the better side of you and your mother. This is a good thing. "

"You think so?"

The raven-haired Gryffindor nodded, "Of course it is!" The Green-Houses were in sight and he grimanced, "I hope it's not a big class today. I've been practicing but..."

Draco smirked, "Even if we get it wrong, the girls will love it. Rumour has it we're tied with Longbottom and Weasley."

"Yeah...But still..."

"Ah! There you are! Potter, Malfoy." Professor Sprout nodded at them as they entered. A group a second years were already at the large, table that stood in the middle of the room. They stared at the boys and then looked away when caught. "The ladies are waiting for you, and I must say," She smiled proudly at them, "I've never seen a batch of Dancing Daffodils respond so well. They've all bloomed! A wonderful shade of yellow."

The Herbology teacher stopped the pair as they headed into the small annex at the back of the class, "Not today, boys! As I said: They've ALL bloomed. There's no need for your...Ahem...unusual coaxing this lesson. 30 points to both Gryffindor and Slytherin." She steered them back out the door, "I'm sure you have more important things to be getting on with. Now...Shoo-Shoo!"

The door shut behind them and they could hear her address the class, who all chorused back, "Good-afternoon, Professor Sprout."

Draco stared at the door, "What now?"

Harry shrugged, "I don't know. We've now got a free period. Let's go back inside." They headed back towards the castle, to the Great Hall. "I, for one, can't wait to see the look on Ron's face." He grinned, "He'll be furious!"

Draco hummed, "I think I'll hide behind my Transfiguration text-book. Knowing Weasley he's bound to throw something, and it'll head my way."

Harry bumped his shoulder, "I could sit with you, if you want. I don't mind."

"No. Thanks anyway, Harry." The huge oak doors of the Great Hall came in sight. "I'll see you later."

Draco heading in first, towards the far end to the Slytherin table, while Harry journeyed towards Gryffindor. As he got closer to his friends he could make out Ron's voice above all the others:

"Banned! What the hell! Why am I banned from my own bloody home at Christmas?!"

It was the weekend before Christmas and everyone who was going home for the holidays were saying farewell to friends who were staying behind.

Harry had managed to sneak his way out of the castle (under the Invisability Cloak) and was now headed towards where the barriers were their weakest. He broke through unharmed, and without alerting the teachers, and hurried along the forest path to where Bumblebee was hiding.

Nearing the familiar rock formation his half of the pendent tingled against his chest, sensing Draco's presence. His smile grew spying the tell-tell platinum blond hair.

Bumblebee spotted him first. With a happy warble the young Transformer waved exictedly as he approached and carefully nudged Draco's shoulder. Draco shuffled over on the fallen tree he was sitting on so Harry could sit next to him.

"Hey." Draco didn't reply. He was quiet, examining the ground by his feet. Bee looked from one to the other, confusion clearly written in his blue eyes. "I have something for you." Harry dug around in his bag and pulled out a lumpy package, Draco took it toying with the black ribbon still not meeting Harry's eyes. "You can open it now, if you like."

Draco nodded, untying the ribbon and paper. In his lap was a woollen blanket in dark emerald green, there was a pattern on it embroided with thin silver thread that shone in the winter sun-light. "It's beautiful. Thank-you."

Harry shrugged, "It's nothing, really. I saw it last trip to Hogsmead. It's charmed so it'll keep you nice and toasty. Especially in the Slytherin common room."

Draco looked at him, his brows furrowed, "And how do you know that?"

The Gryffindor rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, "Um...Sources?"

"Huh? Well...I have something for you as well." After carefully placing the blanket on the tree he pulled a smaller package from his bag and handed it over.

Harry tore open the paper. Inside was a book, a plain book with a deep red cover. He turned it over and found his name written in gold at the bottom, flipping through the pages he found all of them blank. He looked over at Draco. His eyes widened finding the faint dusting of pink on the others cheeks.

Draco twisted his hands in his lap, "It's a diary, well...A magical dairy, obviously. I-I have one too. They came as a pair." From his bag he pulled out an identical book. "They're enchanted so that we can write to each-other. Our coversations will appear in both books, but if someone else were to read them they would appear as boring dairy entries. I thought...maybe we could be still be in touch after school finishes?"

"So...you want to be pen-pals using magcial dairies?"

Draco flushed even-more, "I know it's silly..."

"I'd like that."

The blond looked up with hopeful eyes, "You...You would?"

"Of course I would. Why wouldn't I?"

"Because you're a Gryffindor and I'm a Slytherin."

Harry titled his head a little, a thoughtful expression on his face, "Really? I thought we were two people who were slowly becoming friends and not giving a stuff about who knows it. Maybe I was wrong." He pouted, his bottom lip sticking out far too much, his green eyes sparkling with humour.

"Harry!" Draco groaned loudly as Harry laughed beside him. "Not funny!"

"I thought it was. What about you, Bee? Funny, right?" He looked over when Bee didn't reply. "Bumblebee?"

Bumblebee was standing dead still, his blue eyes glued to something in the distance. Suddenly he growled low in his throat, his eyes switched to red, his wrist transformed into his gun.

"Bee?"

A faint sound drifted through the trees. As it got closer it turned out to be a voice, a very familiar voice. One that Harry was starting to dread hearing.

Draco jumped to his feet, wand at the ready, "How did she get here? Nobody can get though the barriers."

Harry jumped up too in a panic, "Bee, you gotta transform. Now! Do it now!" Bee nodded, quickly changing into a Camaro, opening one of his doors. Harry gathered up Draco's things quickly putting them inside. "Draco, quick! Before she sees you."

"What? Why me?"

"She's after me. I don't want you getting mixed up in this. Please, Draco." Reaching up Harry did something he'd never done before...He cupped Draco's cheek, thumb lightly brushing the skin there. "For me?"

If Draco's skin got any redder he'd be on fire. Instead he covered Harry's hand with his own, squeezing it before nodding. "You owe me for this, Potter."

Harry smiled back, "I know. Now go!"

Draco ran to Bumblebee, diving into the seat. The door slammed shut and Bee revved up. He circled around the rocky cavern, then headed off deeper into the forest. As they sped away the two friends glanced at each-other through the growing dust cloud.

The female voice got unbearably loud calling his name, Harry had only manged to gather up his own things and re-pack his school bag before he found his vision imparred. Yet again, "Guess who?"

"Hello, Ginny." He blinked when she let go to stand infront of him, "How did you get all the way out here?"

Ginny smiled at him, "I saw you head out. When you didn't return I figured you got lost so, like you, I asked a teacher for permission to lower the barriers and then did a simple locator spell." Suddenly she grabbed his arm, pulling him along the dirt path, "Come on or we'll miss our spot."

"Huh?"

They started walking towards the castle. Harry prayed to the Founders that Bee had managed to get Draco back safely and before them. Thank Merlin he had. Harry spotted him coming up the hill to the wooden bridge leading to the school. Ginny, also spying Malfoy, linked her arm through his squeezing him to her side, her teeth set in a sneer.

"It'll be wonderful to get away for a while, Harry. Just the two of us." She said loudly so Mafloy could hear. "I promise this will be one Christmas you'll never forget."

Something about that sentence didn't sit right with him, or the pendent for that matter. The warmth he normally felt in Draco's presence became stone cold against his chest. He caught a glimpse of the fair haired Slytherin, before Ginny dragged him up the stairs, passing others who were waiting for their turns, to McGonagall's office. Once there Ginny let go of his arm, shoved his pre-packed rucksack into his chest (nearly making him drop both bags.) before pushing him forward.

Before he could say anything she grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the nearby pot throwing it into the fire and shouting, "The Burrow!" The last thing Harry saw clearly, before his vision was obscured by green flames, was Ginny's triumphant smirk.

Ginny bashing, I don't care.

I ship Drarry any day of the week. ( i'm that kinda gal.)

Any-hoo! To The Burrow we go! And maybe meet someone else..?