A/N: This might/will probably be the last chapter of snippets I'll post before I write the entire thing and put it up. Keep in mind these are bits of the story, not necessarily making sense, and certainly not in order. Reviews are always nice.

"Will you quit that?" Malfoy snapped irritably.

"What?"

"Staring at me…" Harry straightened up, not realising what he had been doing.

"I hate it when my hair gets wet," Draco said, patting down the tendrils of dripping hair on his forehead lovingly. Harry rolled his eyes.

"So what are we going to do now? Play chess, exploding snap… Any other rainy weather games in mind?"

"I intend to light myself some warmth in that fire place and then fall asleep rather comfortably," Draco replied, somewhat miffed that Harry would suggest they play a game like exploding snap together. "Hopefully when I wake up I won't be here any longer."

Harry frowned. 'Here' obviously meant 'in this, your company'.

She kissed first Harry, then Draco on the cheek as if they were her most mischievous children, and gave a 'behave' look as she walked out the door.

"See you."

"Yeah, bye."

Draco said nothing, just staring after her. Harry wondered if it was just so their gazes didn't meet. His own eyes trailed to the floor

He hadn't thought that – no. He hadn't thought, full stop. Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Harry felt the other man's robes brush past him as Draco left.

"Sorry," he muttered, alone once more.

"Harry, I didn't really want to say anything – Ron isn't even supposed to know – but I thought you might be able to help. Ginny remembered, well, I did too, but – for you, a boggart takes on the form of… A dementor. Which has been exactly our problem for months."

Harry waited to see where she was going with this.

"Now, we're not sure if it will work or anything, but Gilbert has agreed with our suggestion… Until we know what Voldemort's Dark spell consisted of, we'd like your help in trying to invent another one," she finished, taking a breath at last.

"M-my help?"

Hermione shook her head at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Of course we want your help, Harry. Need it, more likely. Would you be able to meet me at the Burrow in the morning tomorrow? That way we could floo together."

"Er, sure."

Hermione smiled, the stress on her face becoming less evident.

"Excellent."

Harry flipped over what appeared to be a normal muggle postcard.

I'm in London – been spending time with Olympe in France.

Would you like to come visit? Send your reply back to me or see Hermione – I think she's got the address of where I'm staying too. Haven't had a chance to move back into Hogwarts yet.

I'm not sure how long I'll be staying in England.

Hope Hedwig got to you all right. See you soon?

Hagrid

He read it a second time, a smile lighting across his face. Hagrid was finally back!

"You want to go?" Draco asked impassively. Harry nodded.

Draco met his gaze – they both knew there were risks – Harry could always tell the Ministry his location, put him back in prison.

In that moment, Harry wasn't exactly sure what, but Draco seemed to fin the answer to something.

"I trust you," he said simply, and turned back to the rusted garden shed door.

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