Snippets A/N: Okay, yes, finally more. There's this short chapter and then another longer one. After that we shall see how it goes, but I can't promise anything.

"Enervate," Draco whispered, pointing his wand at an unconscious Harry. "And please, please don't hate me." The spell hit Harry and the sleeping boy opened his eyes. He blinked and twitched his head to the side, plainly confused.

"Oh my God Draco, the Dursleys, they were coming, and you, you KNOCKED ME OUT!!! Why??? What the hell were you thinking," Harry yelled, springing from the bed.

"I had to save you, you ungrateful bastard! You are the Boy-Who-Lived, you were what was important and you were what the Death Eaters wanted, who knows, maybe they figured out you weren't there and left the muggles alone!" Draco said a bit desperately, this was not going so well.

"Oh like hell they did. You know much better than I what they probably did. And Dudley, oh god Dudley, he'd already been traumatized!" Harry was looking quite fearful now.

"Harry, don't make me stun you again. I did what I had to do, you know that as well as I do. And you are interrupting my reading time, so if you'll excuse me," Draco stated, in true Malfoy form, as he turned back to his chair and picked up the book close at hand.

"Heartless bastard," Harry muttered, seating himself in the window seat, settling down for a good sulk.

"Oi, lazy bum, it's time for breakfast," Draco mumbled in Harry's ear, shaking the boy to little effect.

"M'sleeping, gerroff," the brunette said, nearly incoherent. Well, at least he talks to me while he's sleeping, Draco thought. Harry had refused to talk to him the rest of the night, but now it was morning and perhaps he stood a chance of a few snarky comments and things back to normal. Well, as normal as things ever were at Malfoy Manor.

Draco threw back the covers Harry was cocooned in and put his ice cold hands on the other boy's neck. Harry shot up.

"What the," he said, sitting stock straight on the edge of the bed.

"Breakfast time, darling. I figured if you missed another meal, you'd simply waste away. Do be a dear and come have a bite," Draco simpered, smirking all the while. Harry just shook his head. "It's way to early for that sort of sarcasm, Malfoy. Do you have a shower in this hovel?"

"Hovel??? If that's how you're going to talk about my family's abode, well you can just stay stinky."

"Fine! I apologize, I just really want a shower," Harry said, his eyes still blinking blearily.

Draco sighed heavily. "Well, I suppose. See that door across the room? Simply open it and walk through, you should fine everything you need."

Harry walked to the bathroom shaking his head and muttering about smirking.

"Where are we going now? Honestly, this house is never ending! Waaaaay too many corridors and rooms and lord knows what else in here, I keep expecting to turn a corner and run into Voldemort Harry said, trying to following Draco through a maze of passage ways. Draco flinched a bit at the mention of the Dark Lord.

"Oh do shut up, I'm only showing you a short cut to the gardens. Thought you could use a bit of fresh air, thought you looked a bit peaky."

"Short cut? We've been walking for ten minutes! And why do you care if I look a bit peaky, you snarky bastard."

"Harry, dear, you do tend to over use the word bastard. And since I do happen to have a father who has acknowledged me, that word truly doesn't work. But I are because if you pass out in my house, I shall have to carry you back to my room, and an unconscious drooling Harry does not add to the décor." Harry just shook his head, which he reflected; he had been doing a lot of lately.

They finally reached the gardens, and as they stepped outside, Draco heard Harry's breath catch. The gardens truly were enchanting. Tiny lights, fountains and flowers ran together under the night sky. In the distance they could see the forest that ran off the end of the Malfoy property. At night, the garden truly came alive. Night blooming flowers blossomed, fairy like lights danced about the fountains and the moonlight reflected quite wonderfully in the pools.

Draco led Harry to a small gazebo, off of one of the side paths. Draco sat down. "This was always my favorite place to come as a child, because, for some reason, my parents never came here. It was my tiny world. I had a whole fort out here," he trailed off; Harry was giving him an odd look. "What?"

"Nothing, you just, never really talk about yourself." The two stayed silent, both watching the night and the lights. Draco was almost in a trance when Harry finally spoke again.

"I never had to worry about privacy; I had way to much of that, locked in the closet under the stairs, or being on my own at school because people stayed away from me because of Dudley. Nothing and no one, blamed for everything. Until the letters came," Harry said softly, his gaze unfocused at the garden around them.

"Do you remember the first time we met? You were so scrawny; a strong wind could have blown you away." Harry punched him slightly in the arm.

"Hey, just because I was malnourished does not give you a right to make fun of me."

"Wasn't making fun, just pointing out the obvious," Draco smirked.

Harry biffed him again, which sparked a rather girlish smacking fight between the two boys. They ended up tumbling off the bench, Harry on his back with Draco pinning him to the floor. It seemed almost, right. Draco starred down at Harry, softly light by moonlight, and was entranced by the almost ethereal quality Harry's face took on. His trance was broken by Harry's finger nails digging into his arms.

"You, idiot boy, are making my legs fall asleep with your fat arse. Do remove it." Draco smacked Harry one more time and the two ran for the house.

A/N: That was that, do review, a sudden drought of reviews made this a little longer in coming, but if that's how you want it.*winks at the readers* Well, go read the next chapter, and get to the lovin'.