Draco didn't know what to make of the situation. One minute he'd been leaving St. Mungo's and the next he was waking up in a strange bed in an equally strange room. That had been a bit of a surprise, but what had really shocked him was his discovery that he wasn't alone. Lying next to him in the bed, his eyes still closed in sleep had been none other than Potter himself. He was still trying to puzzle the situation out when the door opened and a young red haired girl poked her head in the room.

"Oh, good you're awake. Mum said you might be. Breakfast is on the table. You'll find some clean robes in that chest," she said pointing to a heavy looking box at the foot of the bed. "By the way, since you're awake could you wake Harry?" Without waiting for a response she had quietly closed the door again.

"What in Merlin's beard is going on!"

"It's not necessary to shout Draco."

He turned toward the voice. Potter was sitting up in the bed and seemed to be smiling at him. Why was that? Hey wait a minute did he just call me Draco? "I wasn't talking to you Potter," he spat out. The smile vanished in an instant and a look of sadness took its place. He felt guilt raise its unwanted head within him again. What was wrong with him? He dressed in silence all the while keeping an eye on his nemesis who was trying to get out of bed. At the last minute Potter seemed to lose his grip and started to fall. Draco caught him just in time and lowered him gently into the walking chair next to the bed.

"T-thanks Draco."

Draco felt a sudden warmth in his chest and it was all he could do to stumble out a you're welcome in return. What was happening to him?

As soon as he left the room Draco knew where he must be. From all the pictures of red haired children hanging on the walls it had to be the weasels family home. All through breakfast he could feel Weasley's eyes shooting daggers at him, and wondered what his problem was. He hadn't asked to be brought here after all. If he had a choice he'd rather be at his own family home, but that had been taken by the ministry when his father was thrown into Askaban and his mother had vanished shortly thereafter. No doubt fearing she too would be sent to the wizards prison. He tried to put up a brave front, but inside he was totally shattered. The fact that Mrs. Weasley was so kind to him didn't help matters any. If anythng it made things worse. He sighed. It was going to be a very long day.