Disclaimer: Sorry I forgot this before. I do not own ANY of these characters. They are not mine. N-O-T M-I-N-E. JK Rowling's. Not mine.

This chapter contains SLASH. If you are offended by it, don't read it. Period. It also contains really cool plot bunnies (what are they anyway?), so read even if you don't like slash.


This one's for XOX, my one and only reviewer. Thanks for reading this! Here's some special fluffy Draco marshmallow for you.
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Harry stared in wonder at the blonde boy resting against his torso. Tear stains marked his pale face, and looking closer Harry noticed the slight greenish tinge of a fading black eye. He didn't know just how long he had been staring at Draco when Ron pulled open the door from the bathroom. He started to speak but Harry silenced him. Ron raised an inquisitive eyebrow and Harry mouthed the words I'll tell you later and then grinned. It was an exact reverse of the scene in the bathroom. Draco stirred and opened his eyes, wondered where he was, and then sat up straight, hitting his head on Harry's chin.

Whoops. Sorry.
Harry looked at his watch. 2 o'clock. C'mon. Anyone up for some flying?
He suppressed a smile as he saw identical looks on Ron's and Draco's faces. There was much confusion as the boys rummaged around for their brooms, but soon they were in the Entrance Hall, brooms on their shoulders and ready to fly.
Once on the Quidditch pitch, Harry felt his heart lighten. He hadn't flown all summer, and had missed it almost as much as his friends. He kicked off from the ground and whooped as the wind blew across his face and the ground fell away beneath him. He saw Draco kick off, followed closely by Ron on his new Nimbus 2003 that he had won in a story contest. They raced from one end of the pitch to the other, shouting challenges and wisecracks to one another. Suddenly, Harry pointed the nose of his Firebolt to the ground, his speed increasing by the second...
SHIT! HARRY!!!!!
What the--HARRY!!! NO! came the yells from Ron and Draco, respectively. Right before he hit the ground, Harry pulled out of the dive, just in time to see his friends' terrified faces.
Damn, Harry, that was an AWESOME Wronski Feint. yelled Ron, surprise and relief etched all over his freckled face. Draco was paler than ever and stared at Harry with wide eyes. He was shaking.
Draco, you OK? Harry asked.
Malfoy shook himself.
Yeah, Potter. Just, well, just glad you didn't break your neck.
Harry decided to take some time to process this information when Draco yelled, Race you two to the Entrance Hall!
Harry urged his broom forward and didn't stop until he was only feet away from the front doors. He stopped, jumped off his broom and waited for Ron and Draco to catch up. He looked up at the sky and noticed that they had spent more time outside than he had planned. It was time for the meeting with Dumbledore. He confirmed this with his watch.
Dammit! We're going to be late if we don't hurry, he said to Draco and Ron who had just gotten off their brooms.
Ron looked at his own watch and swore.
We're gonna have to take our brooms with us, there's no way we'll have time to go back to the room.
Shouldering their broomsticks, the three made their way to the Entrance Hall.
Hermione strode over to them.
Honestly, I don't suppose you could have told me where you were going? she scolded.
Ron looked uncomfortable, Draco was silent.
Sorry, Herm-own-ninny Harry growled, imitating Krum. Ve vere on the Qvidditch pitch and lost track of za time.
Hermione laughed and cuffed Harry's shoulder.
Come and sit down, you imbeciles. She led them to where she was sitting, which was the Staff Table. Harry pulled up a chair and motioned for Draco to do the same. He hesitated.
Sit down. She knows, too, Harry whispered, pulling on Draco's wrist. He hastily let go and hoped to the gods he wasn't blushing.
He looked around the table and noticed that everyone but Dumbldore, McGonnagal and Snape were there.
Sirius! Remus! Hi! he yelled down the table, remembering that he hadn't said hello yet. He was greeted with warm smiled, but just then the three professors strode into the room, looking very grim. The room suddenly grew hushed and every face was turned towards Dumbledore. He looked grave, and the famed Dumbledore-twinkle was not there.
Mr and Mrs Dursley, and their son Dudley are dead.
Harry sat there, in shock. He had hated the Dursleys ever since he could imagine but them dead? Sure they weren't nice, but they were the only family he'd ever had.
Professor Dumbledore? How? he asked, hearing the note of panic in his own voice.

A wave of chatter spread out, everyone wondering how this could be. The special protections on the Dursley's house...
Those protections were broken. Dumbledore spoke again. He came to their house at approximently 4.30 PM. He was coming for Harry. Please- He held up a hand.
I would very much appreciate having no interruptions until I get through everything, please. The Dursleys aren't everything. At this, his voice grew quiet. Percy Weasley is a Death Eater.
Molly Weasley screamed. Ron's face went so pale that Harry thought he was going to faint. Hermione whimpered. Finally, Mr Weasley spoke.
But Dumbledore? How? When? Why? And Ginny! Ginny's with him...
At this Mrs Weasley burst into tears.
In response to your questions, Arthur, I believe the answer to most of them is: ambition. Percy wanted to get somewhere in life, and I suppose this is the way he saw fit. I'm dreadfully sorry. And Ginny is safe, for now. As soon as I got wind of this I had a Hagrid go and get her. She'll be here by tomorrow.
These are are most recent, but not the least of out concerns. Voldemort is on the rise. He has Harry's blood flowing in his veins, and that both protects and weakens him. He is able to touch Harry, but now that he has mortal blood in him he can be killed.
So that was the gleam of triumph in his eyes after the Triwizard nightmare Harry thought.
The Dursleys were his first outright killing so far, and we don't know how he broke the protections. Harry's blood, I suppose. But these killings will soon be followed by more. I have a plan for all of you, and this is why you are all here. Hagrid and Madame Maxime are having success with the giants. I'm working to get the Dementors out of Azkaban. Draco is here because of his father. Severus is here as our most valuable spy. McGonnagal is here as the most powerful witch in the country, as well as a logistical mastermind. Arabella Figg is here as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, something that she excels in as an ex-Auror. Fred and George, you are here because we need your humour more than any time of out lives. Also, your flying skills may come in handy. Bill, you have an excellent reputation for Cure-breaking, something that will most certainly prove useful. Charlie, you are here for your work with dragons, as well as your flying. Sirius, you know Azkaban and Hogwarts inside and out, and you know what I have in store or you. Remus, you know what you must do. Molly, your past will help aid us. Arthur, your Muggle studies will be called upon. Neville, I believe you know why you are here. Hermione, as the cleverest witch in your year, you will be called upon often. Ron, you won't just be a sidekick this time. And Harry. The Boy Who Lived will be called upon to Live again. I hope. That's all. We will meet again at breakfast. Goodnight.
Harry pushed away from the table in a daze. He felt himself lifted up and embraced tightly by Mrs Weasley.
Harry, dear, I'm so sorry.
It's OK, really. Thanks.
Sirius peered at him anxiously and hugged him, as did Remus.
Goodnight Sirius, Remus, he said, wheeled around and strode out of the Hall, Draco close at his heels. They did not speak until they reached their room, upon which Harry threw himself onto his bed and stared angrily up at the ceiling.
the blue eye were in his own green ones again and this time Harry snapped. Tears poured down his face, mingling with the ones on Draco's. He was nose to nose with the blonde boy and suddenly Draco was kissing his tears away. Harry pulled back and surveyed Draco's face.
Draco whispered, his face beet red. You didn't want that... he trailed off, eyes wide with shock as Harry pulled him towards him and kissed him straight on the lips. They broke apart, panting.
Like hell I didn't Harry growled and kissed him again. Draco ran his tongue across Harry's lips which opened immediately. Harry was sinking into a wave of pure bliss and didn't notice the door open. Ron stood watching the two boys for a split second and then closed the door softly. He ran after Hermione whom he had just finished snogging as hard as Harry was snogging Draco.
Mione...Harry's kissing Draco.

A/N sorry for the fluffy bits, but I couldn't resist. Heehee! REVIEW PLEASE!