OK. I just wanted to warn you that Dudley is a little...."iffy" in this
part. I found it funny. Some of y'all might not like it, but I thought it
was hilarious. Just wanted to warn you! On with the reading!!!
Chapter 2
Harry awoke to a greeting by the early sunlight. He smiled and snuggled into his pillow . Harry loved this part of the morning. It was right before Aunt Petunia would burst open the door, call him a lazy good-for-nothing, and then push him out of the bed. Harry sat up and stretch his arms high above his head. He sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Now to figure out what to do about Malfoy. Harry suddenly stopped. A look of concern crossed his face. Eyes widening, he looked all around the room. "Oh no", Harry whispered to no one. Where was Malfoy? As if answering his question, Harry heard a shriek from down stairs. Harry gasped and jumped out of bed. He ran to the door and threw it open, only to remember, he only had his plaid boxers on. Harry groaned and grabbed a pair of jeans carelessly thrown on the floor. Harry heard another piercing shriek and ran out the door. Harry knew he must have looked a sight with one leg in a pair of pants, running, while trying to get the other leg in the pants. He got the first step, only to trip and roll down the hard wooden stairs. At the bottom Harry lay in a heap, cursing very vividly. Harry jumped up, buttoned his jeans, zipped up the fly, and ran towards the screaming. In the kitchen, Harry found his Aunt Petunia in a dead faint on the floor. His Uncle was chasing a very fat pig around the room. 'Malfoy', Harry groaned inwardly. It was then that his uncle noticed his presence. "You!", his uncle heaved, stalking towards his nephew. Before Harry had time to react, Vernon back-handed his across the face. Harry fell to the floor trying to crawl away. Vernon grabbed him by the neck and forced him up to his face. "What...did...you do...to Dudley?!" "Wh-what are you talking about?!" "You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about! You and that bloody school of yours! You've found someway to bewitch my son!" "Your son?", Harry asked, having no idea what he was talking about. Vernon pointed and Harry followed the finger. The pig...THE PIG? Harry almost laughed out loud. Why had he not thought of that before. Vernon turned back to the boy and smiled slightly. "I suppose you find your little trick funny, don't you?" Harry's eyes widen. He shook his head vigorously. "It wasn't me! I swear!" "Shut up, you bloody liar! You're the only freak that would do such a thing to your poor cousin!" His uncle threw him to the floor and raised his fist. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the pain. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Vernon hissed and let go of Harry. Harry thanked his lucky stars for he timing of the visitor. Vernon stalked over to the door and threw it open. "I DON'T WANT TO BUY ANY BLOODY MAG...!" "Ohhhhh my vedy goodness it is my vonderful cousin Vernon Dusley!" 'Cousin? What the bloody hell?' Harry thought. Harry raised himself up to see who this German accent was coming from. It was... Malfoy?! Harry thought he would pass out right then and there. "Oh my vedy goodness Cousin Vernon it is so gooooodddd to see you again! I have not seen you since our family's reunion vack in nineteen-ninety vive!" Malfoy went on clapping his hands vigorously, smiling all the way.
"Wha-wha... who the hell are you??!!" "Oh, Vernon!", Malfoy said making his face drop slightly,"You do not vish to tell me stat you do not rememver me? Don't you rememver? We vere drinking and laugh all sa way home!" Draco went on, smiling and clapping. Vernon just stood there, mouth slack and eyes wide. "Ohhh! I sink I know vhat vill refresh your poor memory! Do you revember the Lemer sisters?", he asked, wagging his eyebrows and elbowing Vernon in the forearm. With that Vernon turned red and started to stutter. Draco raised his eyebrows and nodded his head yes to the stuttering fool. Harry watched Draco give one of the best performances he had ever seen. Harry had to bit his lip to keep from laughing at his apple red uncle. "Ya, you know vhat I am talking about know, don't you?", Draco asked convincingly. Draco narrowed his eyes at the man and Vernon suddenly smiled. "Ummmmm, yes! My goodness!", Vernon laughed suddenly,"I haven't seen you in ages....ummm.... wha what's your name again?" "Victor, Cusin Venon." "Yes! Yes! Victor! I remember now! Well ummm, what is it that you need, um, Victor?" Harry stiffened, hoping that Draco knew what he was doing. "Ya, ya! I am in need of a roum in your lovely ouse!" Vernon's eyes widened and cocked his head to the right. "Excuse me?" "Ya, my father is avay on a busyness trip and I needed a place to stay for a vhile." "Ummm, what is your father's name again, may I ask?" "Tommay. Tommay Hilfiager." With that, Harry rolled over in a ball and muffled a laugh. Vernon seemed to ignore him. "Tommy Hilfiger!?" "Ya, ya you have head of him?" "Of course! He's a wonderful designer!", announced Petunia who walked quickly into the room and shook Draco's hand. "My, my! What a wonderful young man! Of course you can stay!", Petunia went on, adding layers of fake, sappy, sweetness to the pot. Harry could hardly contain his laughter. "Muuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!!!! We're out of fishsticks!!!", yelled Dudley, shaking the house with his heavy footsteps. Dudley stopped beside his mum and looked up. Dudley's eyes met Draco's and glazed over. Harry was startled, but at the same time, he was cracking up. Dudley moved his bulky frame over to Draco and gave him a sugary smile. "Hi there. What's..", Dudley looked him up and down,"your name?" Draco looked like he was going to throw up, but regained his composure quickly. He smiled brightly. "I am your cousin Victor. I vill be staying vith you for a vhile." "Really? I've never seen you before", Dudley drawled, rubbing his rolls of fat against Draco's lean body. Draco took a BIG step to the right and gave Dudley a scared look . Dudley didn't seem to notice. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He burst laughing and hugged his ribs. Vernon whirled around and gave him an evil look . Draco leaned over and looked past Vernon to Harry. "And who is dis?", Draco asked. Vernon turned to face "Victor" and smiled. "He's no one. A mistake we made along time ago. We took the brat in 14 years ago and we've had him ever since." Vell, vould you mind if I used his roum? I shink I can disipline the boy", Draco drawled narrowing his eyes at Harry. When Vernon turned to look at Harry, Draco gave a smirk and raised his eyebrow. "He can stay in my room", offered Dudley giving Draco a pouty lip. Well, at least he was trying to give a pouty lip. "Ummmmmm, no that is okay, cousin Dudley, I shink I vill be just find in Harry's roum", and with that he picked up his suitcase and walked up the stairs. "How did you know his room was up there?", asked Vernon. "Ummm, a guess? Am I vight?", asked Draco. "Yes yes that's right. Here I'll help you", Harry offer quickly, before anyone could say anything. "I'll help too", Dudley said quickly and followed them up the stairs. Harry sighed and trudged up the stairs. Arriving at Harry's room Draco turned to face Dudley. "Vell, Cousin Dudley, I vill see you at lunch", Draco drawled and stuck his hand out to shake Dudley's. Dudley batted hisa hand away and pressed his fat body against Draco's. Draco backed up into Harry's door. Harry stood there in shock, mouth open, as Dudley pressed Draco against Harry's door. "Oh, I hope we see each other a lot sooner than that", Dudley purred, running his stubby hand down Draoc's lean chest. Draco's eyes widened, mouth gaping open. Harry finally thought he had seen enough and stepped in front of Dudley. "Well, Dudley, we better get Cousin Victor all settled in. We'll talk to you later! Bye!", and with that Harry shoved the shocked Draco into his room along with himself and slammed the door into Dudley's face. Draco suddenly slumped into the floor and closed his eyes. Harry leaned against the door and stared at Draco. "All you alright?", asked Harry, closing his eyes. Draco sighed and opened his eyes to look at Harry. "Your cousin is a complete and utter git", Draco drawled, finally standing up. "I can't believe he's....gay. That was freaky. I wonder what Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would say", Harry said with a smile. After a moment, Harry started to laugh. Hard. Draco walked over to Harry, crossing his arms and raising that all too familiar eyebrow. "What is so funny?", Draco asked looking down at Harry. Harry stopped laughing, a little, and looked up at Draco. After a moment of silence a snort escaped Harry and he started to laugh again. Draco sighed and threw up his hands, turning away from Harry. Between gasps Harry began to speak. "Dudley...likes....you! Oh my gawd!!!", Harry exclaimed, holding his stomach as he slid to the floor. Draco rolled his eyes and glared at the laughing, dark-headed boy. "It's not that funny, Harry." Harry stopped laughing suddenly and looked up at Draco. 'Did he just call me Harry?', Harry thought, cocking his head at Draco. Draco realized his mistake and tried in vain to correct his mistake. "I-I meant Potter! Not Harry!" "Too late! You can't back out now!", Harry said, smiling, wagging a finger in Draco's face. Draco suddenly looked uncomfortable. He rubbed his arm and looked out the window. Harry noticed a pained look on his face. Harry decided that now was a good time to change the subject.
"Do you want to tell me what that German thing was all about?"
Draco gave a small smile. "It was something I picked up on when I was visiting my grandparents in Germany. They were worse than that accent downstairs", Draco said laughing softly. Harry laughed too. "So what did you do to Mrs. Garnald last night? Before you got to my house?" Draco smiled again and faced Harry. "Mean old bitty isn't she? Well, I made all her furniture start dancing." It was Harry's turn to raise the eyebrow. "You made her furniture dance." "The Cha-Cha." "Oh, that makes sense now." They stood in silence for a minute and then Harry asked the question. "What happened?" Draco stiffened and closed his eyes. He then sighed and turned away from Harry. He walked over to the bed and sat down heavily. Harry took that as a cue to follow. He sat down beside him and braced himself. "I told my father I didn't want to be a Death Eater. Apparently he didn't like that too much because then he tried to kill me. I knocked him out and ran to my room." Draco had to stop for a moment because the flashbacks were coming back. Blinding white-hot flashes of the night before's events. "I tried to get out. He found me before I could get everything packed. He....he almost killed me with the Avada Kedarva curse. But my mother threw him against the wall. She told me to get out and not to look back. I looked back to see a green flash and a scream. The dying scream of my mother." Draco realized that a fat tear had started to roll down his cheek . He wiped it away angrily. He looked over at Harry. He looked stunned. Draco decided to say more. "I came here so that my father wouldn't find me. Who would think I would hide out at Harry Potter's house?", he asked with a small laugh. Harry gave a comforting smile. "I'm sorry." "About what?" "Your mum." "Yeah.....me too." They sat there for another moment. "So....can I have the bed tonight?" Harry gave a snort of laughter. "Of course." Draco smiled. "So what do we do now?" Harry shrugged. "We could go see Dudley?" Draco face twisted in anger. "I do not want to see Mr. FishStick Boy. I've have enough of him today, thank..... you .....very.....much!", Draco exclaimed, curling his hands into fists. All of a sudden Dudley entered the room. "You called, my darling", he said sweetly, with...'what is that?' Draco asked himself. 'Is that...oh...my...gawd....that's....lust.' It too all of Draco's wheel power not to throw up right then and there. "No, no my dewr Cousin Dudley. I was just tawking about vhat I vould like food the dinner. Ya, ya ", Draco drawled, a fake smile plastered to his face. "Oh, ok. Well I'll tell mum to make you a wonderful dinner tonight. I'll see you then, cutie", and with that he blew a kiss to Draco and sauntered (if someone his size can sauntered) out the door. Harry quickly closed the door. Draco could tell Harry was trying not to laugh, but with his shoulders shaking like that, it was a dead give-away. "If you say one word, I will kick your scrawy ass." "Oh, so you've been looking at my ass?" "You took that entirely wrong, Potter. I am not gay, unlike your "vonderful" cousin." Harry turned around and glared at Draco. "Ok. Now look. We are going to be together for a while, so I suggest we go on first name basis. Not Malfoy, not Potter. I am Harry. Ok?" Draco kicked at imaginary dirt and looked sad. "Does this mean I don't get to call you Potty anymore?" Harry glared and the smirking boy. "You don't call me Potty and I won't call you Ferret Boy." It was Draco's turn to glare. Draco turned and started to unpack his things. Harry watched as Draco waved his hand and the suit case grew rapidly. A few moments later, his suitcase had turned into a HUGE walk-in closet. What really was different was the all there was was only a door. Harry could see inside the closet, but all there was was a door. It was weird. "What....is that?" "My closet." "Then, why didn't you have anything last night to sleep in?" Draco turned to Harry and gave a huge sigh. "If you really want to know, I sleep in the nude." Harry was silent for a moment, and then a look of utter disgust crossed his face. "Why did I ask that? I was asking for that and I didn't even know it." Draco smiled and looked out the window. Then, Draco stopped smiling and stood up. "What is it?", Harry asked, crossing the room to where Draco was standing. As Harry watched Hedwig flew threw the window and landed on his desk. "Oh. It's just Hedwig. I sent a letter to Hermione and....", Harr stopped. There were two letters attached to Hedwig's leg. Harry looked at Draco. Draco was trying to hide it, but he had a look of fear on his face. Harry walked to Hedwig. She started to clean her feathers and pick at the letters on her leg. Harry untied the letter and looked at each one. One was from Hermione, and the other was unmarked. Harry put the one from Hermione on the desk, while he held the other in his hand. They stood in silence, as if waiting for something to happen. Harry stared at the letter, then lifted his head to look at Draco. Draco was turned sideways with his head facing Harry. His arms were crossed and one hand was on his neck. "Do you want me to open it", asked Harry softly. Draco rubbed his neck and shook his head. "No. I know it's fore me. I'll open it." Draco crossed the room and held out his hand. Harry slowly placed the letter in his hand. Draco slowly tore open the letter and took out the letter. Draco read it, and dropped it on the floor. Harry picked it up and gasped. There was a single picture of Pansy Parkinson, eyes open, staring at nothing. A single note was written:
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Sorry it took me so long. I had "oral surgery". Well I hope you like this chapter and I want to get up to 20 reviews before the next story. Ya'll are soooooo sweet about this story! I got so many good reviews! Thank you so much. Until Chapter 4!
Chapter 2
Harry awoke to a greeting by the early sunlight. He smiled and snuggled into his pillow . Harry loved this part of the morning. It was right before Aunt Petunia would burst open the door, call him a lazy good-for-nothing, and then push him out of the bed. Harry sat up and stretch his arms high above his head. He sighed and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Now to figure out what to do about Malfoy. Harry suddenly stopped. A look of concern crossed his face. Eyes widening, he looked all around the room. "Oh no", Harry whispered to no one. Where was Malfoy? As if answering his question, Harry heard a shriek from down stairs. Harry gasped and jumped out of bed. He ran to the door and threw it open, only to remember, he only had his plaid boxers on. Harry groaned and grabbed a pair of jeans carelessly thrown on the floor. Harry heard another piercing shriek and ran out the door. Harry knew he must have looked a sight with one leg in a pair of pants, running, while trying to get the other leg in the pants. He got the first step, only to trip and roll down the hard wooden stairs. At the bottom Harry lay in a heap, cursing very vividly. Harry jumped up, buttoned his jeans, zipped up the fly, and ran towards the screaming. In the kitchen, Harry found his Aunt Petunia in a dead faint on the floor. His Uncle was chasing a very fat pig around the room. 'Malfoy', Harry groaned inwardly. It was then that his uncle noticed his presence. "You!", his uncle heaved, stalking towards his nephew. Before Harry had time to react, Vernon back-handed his across the face. Harry fell to the floor trying to crawl away. Vernon grabbed him by the neck and forced him up to his face. "What...did...you do...to Dudley?!" "Wh-what are you talking about?!" "You know EXACTLY what I'm talking about! You and that bloody school of yours! You've found someway to bewitch my son!" "Your son?", Harry asked, having no idea what he was talking about. Vernon pointed and Harry followed the finger. The pig...THE PIG? Harry almost laughed out loud. Why had he not thought of that before. Vernon turned back to the boy and smiled slightly. "I suppose you find your little trick funny, don't you?" Harry's eyes widen. He shook his head vigorously. "It wasn't me! I swear!" "Shut up, you bloody liar! You're the only freak that would do such a thing to your poor cousin!" His uncle threw him to the floor and raised his fist. Harry closed his eyes and waited for the pain. Just then, there was a knock at the door. Vernon hissed and let go of Harry. Harry thanked his lucky stars for he timing of the visitor. Vernon stalked over to the door and threw it open. "I DON'T WANT TO BUY ANY BLOODY MAG...!" "Ohhhhh my vedy goodness it is my vonderful cousin Vernon Dusley!" 'Cousin? What the bloody hell?' Harry thought. Harry raised himself up to see who this German accent was coming from. It was... Malfoy?! Harry thought he would pass out right then and there. "Oh my vedy goodness Cousin Vernon it is so gooooodddd to see you again! I have not seen you since our family's reunion vack in nineteen-ninety vive!" Malfoy went on clapping his hands vigorously, smiling all the way.
"Wha-wha... who the hell are you??!!" "Oh, Vernon!", Malfoy said making his face drop slightly,"You do not vish to tell me stat you do not rememver me? Don't you rememver? We vere drinking and laugh all sa way home!" Draco went on, smiling and clapping. Vernon just stood there, mouth slack and eyes wide. "Ohhh! I sink I know vhat vill refresh your poor memory! Do you revember the Lemer sisters?", he asked, wagging his eyebrows and elbowing Vernon in the forearm. With that Vernon turned red and started to stutter. Draco raised his eyebrows and nodded his head yes to the stuttering fool. Harry watched Draco give one of the best performances he had ever seen. Harry had to bit his lip to keep from laughing at his apple red uncle. "Ya, you know vhat I am talking about know, don't you?", Draco asked convincingly. Draco narrowed his eyes at the man and Vernon suddenly smiled. "Ummmmm, yes! My goodness!", Vernon laughed suddenly,"I haven't seen you in ages....ummm.... wha what's your name again?" "Victor, Cusin Venon." "Yes! Yes! Victor! I remember now! Well ummm, what is it that you need, um, Victor?" Harry stiffened, hoping that Draco knew what he was doing. "Ya, ya! I am in need of a roum in your lovely ouse!" Vernon's eyes widened and cocked his head to the right. "Excuse me?" "Ya, my father is avay on a busyness trip and I needed a place to stay for a vhile." "Ummm, what is your father's name again, may I ask?" "Tommay. Tommay Hilfiager." With that, Harry rolled over in a ball and muffled a laugh. Vernon seemed to ignore him. "Tommy Hilfiger!?" "Ya, ya you have head of him?" "Of course! He's a wonderful designer!", announced Petunia who walked quickly into the room and shook Draco's hand. "My, my! What a wonderful young man! Of course you can stay!", Petunia went on, adding layers of fake, sappy, sweetness to the pot. Harry could hardly contain his laughter. "Muuuuuuuuummmmmmmm!!!! We're out of fishsticks!!!", yelled Dudley, shaking the house with his heavy footsteps. Dudley stopped beside his mum and looked up. Dudley's eyes met Draco's and glazed over. Harry was startled, but at the same time, he was cracking up. Dudley moved his bulky frame over to Draco and gave him a sugary smile. "Hi there. What's..", Dudley looked him up and down,"your name?" Draco looked like he was going to throw up, but regained his composure quickly. He smiled brightly. "I am your cousin Victor. I vill be staying vith you for a vhile." "Really? I've never seen you before", Dudley drawled, rubbing his rolls of fat against Draco's lean body. Draco took a BIG step to the right and gave Dudley a scared look . Dudley didn't seem to notice. Harry couldn't take it anymore. He burst laughing and hugged his ribs. Vernon whirled around and gave him an evil look . Draco leaned over and looked past Vernon to Harry. "And who is dis?", Draco asked. Vernon turned to face "Victor" and smiled. "He's no one. A mistake we made along time ago. We took the brat in 14 years ago and we've had him ever since." Vell, vould you mind if I used his roum? I shink I can disipline the boy", Draco drawled narrowing his eyes at Harry. When Vernon turned to look at Harry, Draco gave a smirk and raised his eyebrow. "He can stay in my room", offered Dudley giving Draco a pouty lip. Well, at least he was trying to give a pouty lip. "Ummmmmm, no that is okay, cousin Dudley, I shink I vill be just find in Harry's roum", and with that he picked up his suitcase and walked up the stairs. "How did you know his room was up there?", asked Vernon. "Ummm, a guess? Am I vight?", asked Draco. "Yes yes that's right. Here I'll help you", Harry offer quickly, before anyone could say anything. "I'll help too", Dudley said quickly and followed them up the stairs. Harry sighed and trudged up the stairs. Arriving at Harry's room Draco turned to face Dudley. "Vell, Cousin Dudley, I vill see you at lunch", Draco drawled and stuck his hand out to shake Dudley's. Dudley batted hisa hand away and pressed his fat body against Draco's. Draco backed up into Harry's door. Harry stood there in shock, mouth open, as Dudley pressed Draco against Harry's door. "Oh, I hope we see each other a lot sooner than that", Dudley purred, running his stubby hand down Draoc's lean chest. Draco's eyes widened, mouth gaping open. Harry finally thought he had seen enough and stepped in front of Dudley. "Well, Dudley, we better get Cousin Victor all settled in. We'll talk to you later! Bye!", and with that Harry shoved the shocked Draco into his room along with himself and slammed the door into Dudley's face. Draco suddenly slumped into the floor and closed his eyes. Harry leaned against the door and stared at Draco. "All you alright?", asked Harry, closing his eyes. Draco sighed and opened his eyes to look at Harry. "Your cousin is a complete and utter git", Draco drawled, finally standing up. "I can't believe he's....gay. That was freaky. I wonder what Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would say", Harry said with a smile. After a moment, Harry started to laugh. Hard. Draco walked over to Harry, crossing his arms and raising that all too familiar eyebrow. "What is so funny?", Draco asked looking down at Harry. Harry stopped laughing, a little, and looked up at Draco. After a moment of silence a snort escaped Harry and he started to laugh again. Draco sighed and threw up his hands, turning away from Harry. Between gasps Harry began to speak. "Dudley...likes....you! Oh my gawd!!!", Harry exclaimed, holding his stomach as he slid to the floor. Draco rolled his eyes and glared at the laughing, dark-headed boy. "It's not that funny, Harry." Harry stopped laughing suddenly and looked up at Draco. 'Did he just call me Harry?', Harry thought, cocking his head at Draco. Draco realized his mistake and tried in vain to correct his mistake. "I-I meant Potter! Not Harry!" "Too late! You can't back out now!", Harry said, smiling, wagging a finger in Draco's face. Draco suddenly looked uncomfortable. He rubbed his arm and looked out the window. Harry noticed a pained look on his face. Harry decided that now was a good time to change the subject.
"Do you want to tell me what that German thing was all about?"
Draco gave a small smile. "It was something I picked up on when I was visiting my grandparents in Germany. They were worse than that accent downstairs", Draco said laughing softly. Harry laughed too. "So what did you do to Mrs. Garnald last night? Before you got to my house?" Draco smiled again and faced Harry. "Mean old bitty isn't she? Well, I made all her furniture start dancing." It was Harry's turn to raise the eyebrow. "You made her furniture dance." "The Cha-Cha." "Oh, that makes sense now." They stood in silence for a minute and then Harry asked the question. "What happened?" Draco stiffened and closed his eyes. He then sighed and turned away from Harry. He walked over to the bed and sat down heavily. Harry took that as a cue to follow. He sat down beside him and braced himself. "I told my father I didn't want to be a Death Eater. Apparently he didn't like that too much because then he tried to kill me. I knocked him out and ran to my room." Draco had to stop for a moment because the flashbacks were coming back. Blinding white-hot flashes of the night before's events. "I tried to get out. He found me before I could get everything packed. He....he almost killed me with the Avada Kedarva curse. But my mother threw him against the wall. She told me to get out and not to look back. I looked back to see a green flash and a scream. The dying scream of my mother." Draco realized that a fat tear had started to roll down his cheek . He wiped it away angrily. He looked over at Harry. He looked stunned. Draco decided to say more. "I came here so that my father wouldn't find me. Who would think I would hide out at Harry Potter's house?", he asked with a small laugh. Harry gave a comforting smile. "I'm sorry." "About what?" "Your mum." "Yeah.....me too." They sat there for another moment. "So....can I have the bed tonight?" Harry gave a snort of laughter. "Of course." Draco smiled. "So what do we do now?" Harry shrugged. "We could go see Dudley?" Draco face twisted in anger. "I do not want to see Mr. FishStick Boy. I've have enough of him today, thank..... you .....very.....much!", Draco exclaimed, curling his hands into fists. All of a sudden Dudley entered the room. "You called, my darling", he said sweetly, with...'what is that?' Draco asked himself. 'Is that...oh...my...gawd....that's....lust.' It too all of Draco's wheel power not to throw up right then and there. "No, no my dewr Cousin Dudley. I was just tawking about vhat I vould like food the dinner. Ya, ya ", Draco drawled, a fake smile plastered to his face. "Oh, ok. Well I'll tell mum to make you a wonderful dinner tonight. I'll see you then, cutie", and with that he blew a kiss to Draco and sauntered (if someone his size can sauntered) out the door. Harry quickly closed the door. Draco could tell Harry was trying not to laugh, but with his shoulders shaking like that, it was a dead give-away. "If you say one word, I will kick your scrawy ass." "Oh, so you've been looking at my ass?" "You took that entirely wrong, Potter. I am not gay, unlike your "vonderful" cousin." Harry turned around and glared at Draco. "Ok. Now look. We are going to be together for a while, so I suggest we go on first name basis. Not Malfoy, not Potter. I am Harry. Ok?" Draco kicked at imaginary dirt and looked sad. "Does this mean I don't get to call you Potty anymore?" Harry glared and the smirking boy. "You don't call me Potty and I won't call you Ferret Boy." It was Draco's turn to glare. Draco turned and started to unpack his things. Harry watched as Draco waved his hand and the suit case grew rapidly. A few moments later, his suitcase had turned into a HUGE walk-in closet. What really was different was the all there was was only a door. Harry could see inside the closet, but all there was was a door. It was weird. "What....is that?" "My closet." "Then, why didn't you have anything last night to sleep in?" Draco turned to Harry and gave a huge sigh. "If you really want to know, I sleep in the nude." Harry was silent for a moment, and then a look of utter disgust crossed his face. "Why did I ask that? I was asking for that and I didn't even know it." Draco smiled and looked out the window. Then, Draco stopped smiling and stood up. "What is it?", Harry asked, crossing the room to where Draco was standing. As Harry watched Hedwig flew threw the window and landed on his desk. "Oh. It's just Hedwig. I sent a letter to Hermione and....", Harr stopped. There were two letters attached to Hedwig's leg. Harry looked at Draco. Draco was trying to hide it, but he had a look of fear on his face. Harry walked to Hedwig. She started to clean her feathers and pick at the letters on her leg. Harry untied the letter and looked at each one. One was from Hermione, and the other was unmarked. Harry put the one from Hermione on the desk, while he held the other in his hand. They stood in silence, as if waiting for something to happen. Harry stared at the letter, then lifted his head to look at Draco. Draco was turned sideways with his head facing Harry. His arms were crossed and one hand was on his neck. "Do you want me to open it", asked Harry softly. Draco rubbed his neck and shook his head. "No. I know it's fore me. I'll open it." Draco crossed the room and held out his hand. Harry slowly placed the letter in his hand. Draco slowly tore open the letter and took out the letter. Draco read it, and dropped it on the floor. Harry picked it up and gasped. There was a single picture of Pansy Parkinson, eyes open, staring at nothing. A single note was written:
Come out, come out, wherever you are.
Sorry it took me so long. I had "oral surgery". Well I hope you like this chapter and I want to get up to 20 reviews before the next story. Ya'll are soooooo sweet about this story! I got so many good reviews! Thank you so much. Until Chapter 4!