Draco's senses picked up a visitor, the hair on his body receiving an instinctual knowledge deeper than thought. He let his hand fall down from the invisible dome that only he could see and opened his eyes. The sight of his visitor rendered him speechless. Well, almost speechless. He did manage to stutter out his guest's name.

"P…Potter?"

"Malfoy," Harry responded evenly.

"Wh…what…I mean…"

"It's all right, Malfoy. Calm down," Harry said with a deep sigh, running a hand through unruly hair, an action that caused Draco's stomach to briefly switch places with his throat.

Without notice, the magic shell around Draco fell away. Draco could still feel the magic, albeit very weakly, and sensed it had gone into a bracelet that Harry wore around his left wrist. Giving the bracelet a closer look, Draco saw thirty small silver lanterns hanging off of four entwined – and encharmed – colored wires: green, red, yellow, and blue.

"How could you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Wandless magic? It's supposed to be impossible. We only heard rumors…"

"Mythically, yes, wandless magic is impossible. Realistically, though, it's just a simple matter of being the right person and having a great amount of…desperation and need."

"I don't understand."

"With the war going as it was, and Dumbledore's death, it was imperative that I master wandless magic. I spent several weeks in…training…finding a way to control magic without a wand."

"It was hard?"

"And painful."

Harry couldn't believe the ease of the conversation, how comfortable he felt discussing things like this with Draco. Likewise, Draco luxuriated in the presence of his beloved and bit down his worry at Harry's confession. If only I could have been there, Draco thought, I would have taken your pain, gladly.

The conversation soon reached am impasse, Harry amazed at how much Draco seemed to have changed from Hogwarts and Draco in awe of Harry's seeming willingness to bear the burdens of untold millions.

"Why are you here, Potter?" Draco finally asked, relieving both of the men of their torture.

"I need to know something, Malfoy."

"Go on."

"Albus, Professor Dumbledore, left me a letter. I know it is his, and that it is untampered, and written with the greatest deliberation."

"But?"

"But I have to hear it from you."

Draco stood facing Harry; ready for anything his long loved obsession would say. Anything…

"Who's side have you been on?"

…Anything except that.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, stumbling backwards in shock until he hit the bed and sat down on it quite unexpectedly.

Harry watched in surprise. Why is he acting this way?

"I mean in the war," Harry clarified. "Whose side were you on? Where did your loyalties lie?"

"I wasn't expecting that question."

"What were you expecting?"

"Condemnation." Seeing the query in Harry's eyes, Draco elaborated. "I'm a Malfoy, a Slytherin, a Death Eater and a son of all the above. I wasn't expecting anyone to ask me what side I've been on," he finished, topping his words off with a bitter laugh.

"I am," Harry said softly.

Draco stared as Harry, who walked over to the silver-haired man and sat next to him.

"Please, Draco. Tell me. What…no, who are you?"

Draco could barely think with Harry sitting that close to him, missing the familiar address. If he inhaled, he could smell the…magic? How powerful had his beloved become, to the point where you could smell the magic seeping off of him?

"Who am I?" Draco whispered, more to himself than to Harry. "I wish I knew…at least in some entirety. I am a Malfoy, a pureblood, a graduated Slytherin. I received the Dark Mark on my 18th birthday, but it was too late."

"Too late for what?"

"Too late to tie me to Voldemort."

"Why?"

"I had already become a member of the Order. An Unmentionable. I still hadn't received an assignment, but I was spoken for."

Harry sat there, stunned. Somehow, he always knew it was true, knew something was up all those years when Malfoy never showed in battle, when Malfoy was somehow always two steps ahead of the Order. Harry knew the Order had more spies than just Snape in Voldemort's inner circle.

"Who knew?" Harry mumbled.

"Dumbledore," Draco replied, equally soft-spoken.

"Anyone else?"

Draco shook his head.

"Not even the Ministry?"

"Oh, come on, Potter," Draco drawled, reminiscent of his days at Hogwarts. "You know Dumbledore never trusted those idiots at the Ministry. A good thing too, seeing what happened to old Fudge."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Thanks for reminding me, Malfoy."

"Anytime, Potter." After a brief pause, Draco asked, "What happens now?"

"I need more information. I believe you, I do, but I'm having trouble reconciling this Draco Malfoy from the git – no offense – from Hogwarts. And if I'm having trouble, the rest of the Order might not be so willing to believe. I suppose they'll try Veritaserum, but…"

Harry trailed off, his eyes focusing on something ahead of him that Draco couldn't see.

"Harry? What is it?"

Harry heard Draco refer to him by his first name, and would have wondered why, but he was being pulled far away from Draco's voice. Harry was being pulled into a vision, abruptly, like he hadn't been since before the end of the way.

*Giddiness, happiness, laughter. The music of joy ringing in his ears. Harry floated on air near the ceiling of…the Headmaster's office? It looked so different than Dumbledore normally kept it, but Harry almost liked it better this way. Fawkes was sleeping in the corner, a snake curled up on a black velvet cushion directly opposite. A side opened, Harry saw himself enter, sit at the desk, look at the scene through the window. The main door opened and Draco walked through the doorway, then around the desk to place a kiss on Harry's scar. Floating Harry watched, amazed, as Draco sat on the edge of the desk and proceeded to tell Harry about some recalcitrant students before apologizing for being late to bed the night before.*

Draco stared at Harry, the vacant look in Harry's eyes chilling him to the bone. He reached over to try and shake Harry awake, but Harry simply sat there, staring into nothingness.