Mystrana: *Hands out cakes to everyone who reviewed with ideas and stuff* "I'm so sorry these chapters are taking forever. I honestly have a vague idea of what's supposed to happen in this fic but it simply refuses to be put together. That, and I'm working on a beyblade fic and a mega-crossover.

Anyhow, thanks a TON to all the great ideas you gave me!!! They helped for me to come up with the next part, which, although a bit short, is a MAJOR plot advanment! *Goes to her Draco/Sephiroth/Riku/Yugi/Kaiba/Bakura/Mokuba/Inuyasha/Sesshoumaru/Kai/Rei shine for more inspiration*



"Twister?" Harry asked incredulously, "How in the world can that be your 'oh-so-great' plan? What's so great about TWISTER?"

Draco groaned, "Are you really that naïve. Think for a minute, Harry."

Harry scrunched up his eyes in concentration, "Ummmm, let's see. . . twister . . . twister. . . ." He paused, and grinned apologetically at Draco, "I haven't a clue."

Draco's mouth opened wide, "You're kidding!"

"You're right," Harry replied, "I am."

Harry was saved from Draco killing him as Uncle Vernon came into the room at that moment to glare at Harry. "You!" He said in a cold menacing tone, the kind that people use when they are very angry, but not so angry as to totally be out of control. Kind of that calm control that people get when they are SO upset that they just become calm.

Ok, to sum it up, he looked mad.

"What is it this time, Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked quietly.

"Listen," Uncle Vernon said in the same calm, collected voice, "I have to go on a business trip for the next two days. In the interest of our company, I have to take your Aunt and cousin, as to let everyone realize how family-orientated our company can be."

Harry nodded slowly, wondering what this had to do with anything. Then it sunk in.

His uncle was leaving, and taking his aunt and cousin with him.

'This is going to be great!' thought Harry to himself, happily, but then he heard Uncle Vernon continue.

"While we are gone, I realized that I could simply not let you and your . . . friend . . . stay here alone. I have taken the liberty of finding a reliable babysitter to live here while we are gone."

"A babysitter?" asked Harry indignantly, "I don't need a babysitter! I'm no baby! Draco and I could take care of ourselves easily."

Uncle Vernon continued on as if he had not heard Harry, "She was recommended by a few of my coworkers and I've talked to her over the phone, and she seems perfectly nice." He glared at Harry, "I do not want you revealing, under any circumstances, your . . . your . . . ABNORMALITY . . . to her. Do. You. Understand?"

Harry forced himself to meet his uncles glare, hoping that whoever came by would be old enough that she would just sit downstairs knitting and let Draco and Harry get on with whatever. "Fine."

"Alright then," His uncle replied, and then added, "We'll be leaving tomorrow, around 9. She should be there then, so everything will work out fine. Remember, ONE mention, any HINT about what you are . . ." He strode out of the room, letting the threat hang in the air.

Harry and Draco exchanged looks. Harry didn't know whether to feel relief, or scream.

"Why do you let them do that to you, Harry?" Draco asked, but then he grinned, "A BABYSITTER! Your aunt and uncle think you need a babysitter!"

"Ah, go jump in the mud," said Harry, but added, "I think he got her for YOU."

"For me?" asked Draco, "You must be mad!"

"So tell me the rest of your plan now, would you?" Harry said, changing the topic.

"Later." Draco said, grinning.

"Draco!" Harry said, lunging at him. Draco 'eeped' and ran upstairs, Harry right behind him. Draco ran into Harry's room, and jumped onto Harry's small bed.

Harry jumped onto his own bed, and lunged again at Draco, who couldn't dodge this time, and they both landed with a loud THUMP on the floor.

"You NEED to get a bigger bed," Draco commented as Harry pinned him to the floor.

"You weren't complaining last night while you were on top of me," retorted Harry, now straddling Draco, and keeping him pinned to the ground. "And anyhow, I think some matters need taking care of now, don't you?" He shifted down Draco's body slightly.

Draco opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of it, considering he was really in no position to order Harry around, let alone even try to. Harry leaned forward and brought their mouths together. This action caused him to rub up and down Draco's crotch, and Draco's breath caught.

Just as he was about to slid his hands to Harry's legs, Uncle Vernon's voice came from downstairs, "AND YOU TWO HAD BETTER BEHAVE TONIGHT AND YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!"

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco, who couldn't help but grin. Harry stood up, and walked to the door, and pushed it shut. With a cat-like grin, he pounced back onto Draco.

~~~

The next morning, Harry woke up bright and early. 'Now why am I awake so bloody early?' he wondered, but the question was answered quickly, when he noticed that his blanket was totally off. "Gah, it's cold for the middle of summer."

That, too, was answered when he noticed that his head was soaking wet.

Draco stood over him, smiling smugly. "Good morning, Harry," he said pleasantly.

Harry scowled.

~~~

Breakfast was a tense occasion, with Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanging glances every five seconds, Dudley being extremely withdrawn, and Harry and Draco saying nothing to break the wonderful silence.

Finally, Uncle Vernon glanced at the clock, and then outside. "We should get our stuff to the door," He muttered, glancing at Harry and Draco. "You two - go get the stuff. Now!"

Draco opened his mouth to protest, but Harry gave him a small kick under the table, and a meaningful glance. They both stood up and went to get the luggage.

"This is servants stuff," said Draco sullenly, trying to tug Dudleys heavy, heavy suitcase down the stairs.

"Oh, I have to do it all the time; it's not that bad," Harry said, and then paused, "Ok, so it is, but the point is, the faster we get done with this, the faster they can leave, the faster we're with just a babysitter."

Draco paused, and then sighed. "Works for me, I guess." He thumped the suitcase down the last step, and it sprung open, computer games flying everywhere. "Damn it!" He said loudly, bending down to pick up the games.

Harry grinned, and hoped that the suitcase he was carrying didn't open up too, since that would make a mess - it was full of Aunt Petunia's make up.

~~~

"Now listen up," Uncle Vernon said menacingly to the two boys, "You two are going to do everything the babysitter says, got it? Now, what aren't you going to do?"

It took a prod in the side from Harry for Draco to recite too, but they both said, in unison, as if they were simply reciting a lesson, "We won't blow up the house, we won't tell the babysitter what we are, we won't do anything evil, we won't do anything bad, we won't do anything."

"Good. Now, what will you do?" Uncle Vernon continued, while Dudley watched in major amusement.

"We will do everything the babysitter says. We will make her dinner, and lunch, and breakfast if she wants. We will go to be when she says, and we will do nothing." Harry glanced at Draco and mouthed, 'We will have fun.'

Draco grinned back and mouthed, 'Indeed.'

The honk of a horn signified that a car had pulled up the driveway. A moment later, Aunt Petunia's voice rang out, "Vernon! Vernon, the taxi is here! Will you show him to the suitcases, please?"

"Certainly, Petunia," Uncle Vernon called back, and he gave the boys one more menacing glare before stalking out. Dudley followed.

"Well, Draco, now we just have to hope . . ." Harry said.

"Yeah," agreed Draco. "And by the way - once I'm of age, I'm going to put a curse on your family, ok?"

"Fine by me," grinned Harry. "Dudley's already had a pig's tail, so you'll have to come up with something pretty good to top that, though."

"A pigs tail, you're kidding! How in the world???" Draco asked.

Harry grinned and proceeded to tell the tale.

~~~

Not less than a minute after Harry was done telling the story, Uncle Vernon reentered the room, as if the sound of laughter had drawn him there. Draco and Harry both quit laughing immediately, and glanced at him.

"Are you leaving, then?" asked Harry, trying to keep the note of happiness out of his voice.

Uncle Vernon glared, and said, "I think we should go over the rules again."

"I think NOT," replied Draco drolly, and, ignoring the 'don't!' motions Harry was making, he walked up to Harry's uncle. "Listen," he said, in a tone that indicated he was pissed, "I don't care what you have stuck up your arse, but I'd advise you get it pulled out soon, before it causes serious damage. If it hasn't already. We KNOW what you want us to do, and we've said it a million times."

Uncle Vernon looked too amazed by this to say a word, and indeed, he didn't. So Draco continued, "I suggest you start treating Harry better, or his godfather might just receive an anonymous letter saying how badly you've been treating him."

It looked like he was done talking, so Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to speak again, but Draco cut him off again. "And now, to make sure we're seeing eye to eye, you are going to go into the kitchen, pick up that bloody phone of yours, and order Harry a new bed, a bed that he can actually sleep on and not just stay perfectly still and hope he doesn't fall off."

There was a long pause.

Finally, grumbling extremely angrily, Uncle Vernon went into the kitchen, and Harry turned to Draco. "You shouldn't have done that," He said, staring at the ground. He then glanced up and met Draco's eyes, "But thanks."

Draco would have replied, but the shoujo bubbles had started to appear (Think, sparklies and bubbles from Sailor Moon) and all he could do was stay with the mood, and he leaned forward and gently kissed Harry.

But the shoujo bubbles and the fluffyness of the scene didn't stop him from thinking, 'Well, everything will work out nicer now once he gets his new bed!'

~~~

A few minutes later, Uncle Vernon reentered the room. He glanced at Harry, with an expression of hate to put even Snape to shame, and said, "Your new bed is ordered. Queen size with new bedding and . . . " He trailed off, and glared even more.

"Good," Draco said. "I think you have a trip to be going on now?"

Uncle Vernon scowled at him and said stiffly, "Let me go get the sitter and introduce you to her."

He left the room yet again, and Harry said worriedly, "You know, he's going to kill me soon now."

"No he won't," Draco replied, "I'm an expert with handling idiots like him."

"I do hope you're right," Harry said, still a bit worried. "Well, I hope the sitter is nicer than him."

"Anyone could be nicer than him," replied Draco. "And you have me to thank when you get your new bed tonight."

Harry paused. "How in the world could my bed arrive by tonight? I know there's rush delivery, but I doubt Uncle Vernon would ever use that for me . . ."

Draco grinned, "Oh, don't worry," he said, "What your uncle doesn't realize is that the number left by the phone 'conveniently' for him to find is a wizarding company. They have five hour delivery."

"You're kidding," said Harry, but he knew that Draco wasn't, and he couldn't help but smile. "You'll have to help me get room in my room for it - the small board I call my bed currently takes up half the room as it is."

"Heh, don't worry," Draco said, "It'll be all taken care of."

"Wow," Harry said. He was in a semi state of shock; who would have thought that Draco would stand up for him like that! It was such a nice feeling to know he was being protected and . . . he could see the shoujo bubbles start to seep out of the ceiling again, so he stopped that line of thinking and waited for his uncle to return with the babysitter.

~~~

When Uncle Vernon reappeared for the third time, next to him was a girl, not much taller than Draco or Harry. She was wearing a black dress and had a black cloak on, so it was hard to tell much about her - how old she was, or things like that.

"This is your babysitter," Uncle Vernon said, "You will obey her and if you don't . . ." He tried to let the threat hang ominously, but after the scene with Draco, Harry doubted he'd be intimidated by his uncle much more.

"Thank you, but I can handle them," the babysitter replied. Judging from her voice, Harry figured she couldn't be that old.

"If you say so," Uncle Vernon said, "Now, I'm going. BEHAVE." He spun around and left.

For a minute, the three remaining in the room just stood and stared at each other while the crunch of gravel indicated the taxi pulling off towards the airport. Draco glanced outside; he could see a black car in the driveway.

"So, um," Harry began, but couldn't think of a think to say.

"Ah, yes, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy . . . the worlds cutest couple," replied the girl.

Harry and Draco exchanged glances. 'How does she know Draco's name, and my last name?' he wondered, and Draco shrugged, as if reading his thoughts.

"Now, I don't have very many rules, but I do intend to have my own visitor over later, so lets make a deal, shall we?" suggested the girl, still not removing her cloak.

"Go on?" Harry replied.

"You have fun doing whatever, I have fun doing whatever, and we coexist peacefully for two days. Deal?"

"Deal."

They all nodded, and then Draco said, "So do you want to take off your cloak?"

The girl grinned; her mouth was all they could see anyway, and she said, "Certainly, I almost forgot. Quite rude of me to know you and you not to know me."

She pulled off her cloak and shook back her short hair.

Draco and Harry blinked.

In front of them stood the girl with violet eyes and black hair.







Huge thanks again to you guys!!!! I must go see Inuyasha now, ja ne for now!