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Ron gaped.
"What did you just say Malfoy?"
Draco glowered.
"What do you need your ears to be cleaned out, or can't you afford an ear swab? I said OK."
Harry stared at Draco for a moment, and then smiled.
Ron meanwhile was trying to gather his jaw off the ground.
"This...can't...be...happening..."
"Shut up Weasley." Draco replied, gathering his things.
"But you can't actually COME!" Ron shouted. "I mean why the hell would you want to come to my house after everything you've said."
"To piss you off Weasley." Draco answered, gelling his hair back.
"I still think it's a good idea." Harry said with a grin.
Both of the other boys turned to look at him.
"Why?" the chorused together.
Harry turned a bright shade of red and shrugged.
"Because it will teach you to be less arrogant Malfoy." Harry said with a smirk.
Draco stood still for a moment, surprised by the comment, his duffle bag dangling over his shoulder.
He felt weird when Harry smirked at him like that. It wasn't a...true smirk. It was more of teasing playful smirk.
And Draco wasn't sure if he liked it or not.
Ron didn't say anything, but huffed, and then turned and left the room.
Harry and Draco followed him a few feet behind.
"Why do I think I'm going to regret this Potter?" Draco snarled under his breath.
"Because you know that we're either going to end up killing each other or shagging each other's brains out." Harry replied in a whisper, and then ran to catch up with Ron before the Malfoy could see another word.
*~~~~~~~~~*
The looks on the Weasleys' faces when Harry and Ron showed up with Draco Malfoy was priceless. Especially the twins, who were visiting temporarily.
The house was going to be packed that was simple to see, since Charlie, Percy and Bill were also visiting.
That didn't stop Mrs. Weasley from giving Draco a warm greeting.
The Malfoy was already starting to feel uncomfortable from all the stares he was getting, though. And he didn't want to know what evil plan was brewing in the twins' minds. They might have been nineteen, but they were immature as ever.
"I think you'll room with Harry, does this sound okay, dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked as she bustled around, preparing dinner for when the four oldest Weasleys arrived home.
Draco felt his heart skip a beat.
"That's fine." he said in a faint voice.
"Where am I going to go?" Ron asked in a grouchy voice from where he was setting the table.
"You can room with Percy, Ron. Harry and Draco are guests." Mrs. Weasley said in a warning tone.
Ron dropped the forks with a clatter.
"Why do I have to room with Percy? Why doesn't Ginny room with Percy, and I can room with 'Mione." the last part of his saying had been muttered on his breath however.
"Come on, you're not gonna want to see this." Harry said with a grin, turning to Draco.
Draco nodded, feeling dazed and followed Potter up the stairs to one of the rooms that contained a bunk bed.
"Top or bottom?" Draco asked in a snide voice.
"You can take bottom." Harry replied with an anything but innocent grin.
"I think I'll take top." Draco answered, smirking. "Your stuff is already on the bottom anyway."
Harry shrugged and gave Draco a genuine smile.
"Whatever you please."
*~~~~~~~~~*
Draco soon learned that dinner was a crazy affair at the Weasley household. With twelve people at a table it was hard for it not to be a crazy affair.
Bill and Charlie were arguing over some Quidditch matter, while Percy and Mr. Weasley were discussing the Order business they were doing in hushed tones. Ron was trying fruitlessly to get Hermione to talk to him - it seemed that she was mad at him for something. The twins were explaining some new joke idea of theirs to Ginny, who was listening in earnest.
Draco felt a little lost in the whole scheme of things. He had never been part of a family setting like this. Needless to say his family had never sat down to eat a true dinner. They had never shared jokes and laughs. It felt strange for him to be imposing on the Weasleys like this. He shouldn't be here.
Harry seemed to be reading his mind because he suddenly leaned across the table and tried to engage the other boy in conversation.
Draco stared at Potter for a moment, and then with more then a bit of hesitation he answered.
Dinner carried on much more smoothly after that. Draco became more relaxed to his own surprise as he and Harry carried their conversation onto all topics.
Down the table, Hermione and Ron exchanged a look.
Finally Mr. Weasley stood bidding them all goodnight.
"Percy and I have to get to work early tomorrow morning." Mr. Weasley explained. "Good night all."
Percy got up without saying another word. He had become rather quiet after making amends with his family.
Mrs. Weasley kissed her husband goodnight, and then turned to Ron.
"It's going to be just the four of you and the twins tomorrow," she explained. "Bill and Charlie are leaving, and Ginny and I are going to do some last minute shopping."
"Sorry Mum, George and I have a meeting with the owner of Zonko's tomorrow." Fred interrupted. "Something about man-eating chicken heads."
They all stared at them, and George shrugged.
"And 'Mione and I have a date tomorrow." Ron reminded her.
Draco felt his heart skip a beat.
He and Potter were going to be alone tomorrow.
*~~~~~~~~~*
When Draco woke up the room was empty, and the house was silent. He blinked a few times, clearing his hair out of his eyes, and then sat up.
The room he was sharing was currently deserted of its either occupant, Draco noted, as his head began to function again.
He padded slowly downstairs, wearing only his sweat pants.
When he arrived in the living room, Harry looked up at him with a grin. The-Boy-Who-Lived was in only his boxers, sitting cross-legged, eating a bowl of cereal, and to top it off, he was watching children's cartoons.
Draco gawked for a moment, and then composed himself, and swallowed hard.
"What are you doing Potter?" Draco hissed.
"What does it look like Draco?" Harry asked through a mouthful of cereal, causing a bit of milk to dribble down his chin. "I'm enjoying a perfect morning instead of wasting it away like you."
Draco just stared.
"Ahh, Draco, do you think I'm pretty when I'm in my boxers? Is that why you can't take your eyes off of me?"
Draco's face became a nasty color of scarlet.
"You stupid little-"
"Why don't you get dressed so we can do something?" Harry asked, ignoring the fact that he had just been about to be insulted.
Draco unclenched his hands and took a deep breath.
"What are we going to do?"
"Don't know." Harry answered casually. "But something fun."
Draco finally nodded, and took a few unsteady steps back towards the stairs, when the sound of Potter's voice made him pause again.
"I like the way you look in your sweat pants."
*~~~~~~~~~*
Draco felt brain-dead when he arrived back upstairs.
"I like the way you look in your sweat pants." was echoing over and over in his mind.
Time over and over he tried to figure out what Potter could have meant by that comment.
But his mind still had no answer to grasp.
So he busied it with the task of deciding what to wear.
He had just found a pair of matching socks, when he spotted something stick out from underneath Harry's pillow.
With a shaky hand, he reached under, and an instant smirk spread across his face.
"Now, what do we have here?" he crowed.
*~~~~~~~~*
Harry was downstairs wondering where in the world Draco could be when he suddenly heard music start blasting out of his room. Harry frowned, not having any idea what Draco could be doing. Especially listening to the song 'My Heart Will Go On' by Celine Dion.
But then again, why in the world would Ron have that CD?
Harry shook that thought out of his head, as he raced up the stairs. When he threw open the door, he felt his jaw hit the ground.
Draco was singing along, in his boxers, looking at pictures, laughing his bloody arse off.
"Harry," Draco greeted with a grin, as Harry stood gaping in the door way. "Nice pictures."
Instantly Harry knew where the pictures had come from. His secret stash under his pillow.
"Give those back Malfoy!" Harry yelled, advancing on the other boy, and turning the music off.
"I'm back to Malfoy now, am I?" Draco replied, backing away, and holding the pictures over his head so he could still look, but Harry wouldn't be able to grab them out of his hands.
"GIVE THEM BACK!" Harry roared. "I'll give you to the count of three."
"Is this one Finnigan?" Draco asked, cocking his head to one side.
"One."
"Wow! Look at Longbottom!"
"Two."
"Is the one m-" Draco started, but Harry tackled him.
Draco hit the floor, as he desperately tried to keep the pictures out of the Gryffindor's reach. Harry lay on top of Draco, stretching to get his photos. Draco squirmed under Harry, and laughed as the two boys rolled around on the floor.
Suddenly Draco became quiet and still. Harry grabbed his photos in an angry movement, but then stared at Draco.
"What's wrong?" Harry suddenly asked at seeing Malfoy's face.
"Did you hear that?" Draco asked, getting to his feet.
"Hear what?" Harry questioned, getting to his feet also.
"I thought I heard someone apparate...." Draco replied, grabbing his wand and heading towards the door.
Harry paused for a moment, and then followed Draco back downstairs, his wand in his hand.
The house seemed eerily quiet as they descended down the creaky stairs.
"Draco..." Harry whispered putting a hand on Draco's shoulder. "I think you were just hearing things..."
Draco didn't reply but brought a finger to his lips.
Suddenly the two boys found themselves crashing down the stairs, and hitting the ground hard.
They landed in a tangled mess of limbs and looked up to see Bellatrix Lestrange smirking at them from where they had just been standing.
"Morning boys," she spoke in a sleek voice, as she began to walk down the stairs towards them. "Did you sleep well?"
Draco was desperately trying to get to his feet, while Harry was watching the Death Eater in utter horror.
Draco was suddenly flung back by a large hand. He hit the wall with a dull thud, and Harry yelled.
"No, no." a voice behind him said, and he found his arms pinned against his back.
Harry surveyed the room and saw for the first time that there was more Death Eaters then just Bella. In fact there was around a dozen including Bella. Two were currently holding Harry back, and one had just hit Draco and was now walking towards him.
Bella sat down on the steps, and looked at them all.
"The Dark Lord wants Potter to be killed on the spot. Malfoy wants his son back." Bella laughed a little as she leaned back. "The boy's in for some major hell. Too bad. He's good looking too."
Draco was attempting to get to his feet again, but the man grabbed him. Draco kicked with all his might, but it did little good.
Bella, meanwhile was standing, her wand pointed at Harry. The-Boy-Who-Lived swallowed hard, a pang of fear hitting him in the gut.
But not for himself.
For Draco.
He knew that if Draco's father got his hands on him again, the young Malfoy would be better off dead.
Bella was coming closer and closer...
"STUPEFY!" a voice suddenly roared
Bella whirled around to get hit with the jinx.
Draco had somehow managed to get free of his capturer, and was sprinting over the stunned Bella now. He stunned Harry's two guards, and then grabbed Harry's hand racing out of the room dodging the curses that were coming from the remaining Death Eaters.
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