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Harry and Draco had stopped by the Three Broomsticks to pick up Harry's Hogwarts trunk, and headed off for their destination. Finally arriving, they heaved their trunks onto the doorstep, and Harry rang the doorbell. Draco leaned in to whisper in Harry's ear.

"Are you sure this is okay? My family isn't exactly accepted in your crowd."

Harry grabbed Draco's hand, interlacing their fingers. "It's fine, love."

The door opened, and the two of them looked up into Professor McGonagall's face, as a stunned look came across it.

"Potter..."she began, "Malfoy?"

Harry smiled and stepped inside Number 12, Grimmauld Place, leading Draco in quickly behind him. Kreacher came scurrying in from the kitchen, and a horrified look came across his face when he saw the two youths. Harry scowled down at the house-elf and spat, "Trunks, Kreacher, take them upstairs."

Kreacher hurried past Harry, grumbling under his voice. He tried to lift the end of Harry's trunk, and finally got it off the ground, with much difficulty. Harry heard him grumbling something about 'too heavy'.

"Would you rather join your friends?" Harry asked and pointed in the vague direction of where the house-elf heads hung on the wall. Harry turned back to Professor McGonagall.

"Hello, Professor." he said, squeezing Draco's hand.

"Well...hello, Mr. Potter," she replied, still somewhat stunned,"Mr. Malfoy." she said, nodding to Draco. She seemed to suddenly be aware that she was staring awkwardly, and sort of shook sense back into her face.

"Professor, is it all right if Draco and I stay here for the rest of the summer?"

There was so much confusion on her face, it seemed she may pass out. "Of course, of course," she stammered, once again trying to shake sense back into herself. "It's yours now, after all."

"Thanks, Professor." he said.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a second, and Draco smiled sheepishly at McGonagall, squeezing Harry's hand tighter and leaned closer into him. He couldn't remember the last time he had been so self-conscious. There was not one part of this scene that didn't make him want to disappear, except being next to Harry. Kreacher, who had been loyal to his parents, was now taking orders from Harry Potter. Although Draco didn't know exactly where they were or what this house was, he had cought what McGonagall had said about it being Harry's now. Up until then, he had thought Harry had brought them to McGonagall's house. But now, he just wanted to get somewhere private and ask Harry a million questions. Despite his reputation at Hogwarts, Draco was shy in unusual situations and insecure about himself in nearly every way. Draco's thoughts and the awkward silence was broken by a shril, excited, and somewhat nervous voice.

"Harry!"

Molly Weasley came running down the stairs, holding her arms out to Harry. When she reached him, she pulled him into a hug so tight he couldn't breathe. Then pulling away, and holding him by the shoulders in front of her, she began speaking a mile a minute.

"So worried, I was! You nearly had us all in shambles! Haven't slept right in days!" She pulled him into another tight hug.

"It's all right Mrs.Weasley, I'm fine." he said as she pulled away again.

"Thank goodness for that," she said, straightening his collar. "Where has all the color gone from your clothes? You look so good in blue, you know."

It was only then that Mrs. Weasley caught sight of Draco, standing next to Harry. Draco grabbed Harry's hand again, since their grip had been broken by Mrs. Weasley's enthousiasm, and also because the look on Mrs. Weasley's face made him quite insecure. Unlike McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley smiled when she saw Draco, and that made him worry what she was really thinking. Turning to face him, she spoke in a low, soft voice.

"Given up the Drak Mark, have you?" she had a smile on her face and seemed pleased. Draco nodded.

"Fantastic!"

Mrs. Weasley pulled Draco into a hug nearly as tight as Harry's. When she pulled away, she smiled at him.

"Of course you're very welcome here as well, dear. I always knew there was something different about you from your parents. Never seemed as devoted to Dark Arts as they did." Draco stirred uncomfortably and grinned sheepishly.

"Hungry?" Mrs.Weasley asked, glancing back and forth between the two young men.

"Very," Harry replied, his mouth watering at the simple thought of Mrs.Weasley's food.

"I'll whip up some warm food then, you look like you could use it."Smiling at them both one last time, she departed into the kitchen.

McGonagall, looking somewhat less stunned and with the slightest grin on her face, looked at Harry and said, "Your old room's still here, Potter."

"Thanks, Professor."

"Mr. and Miss Weasley should be returning any time now."

"Ron and Ginny?" Harry asked with excitement, and McGonagall nodded.

"Wicked, thanks Professor," he said, "See you later."

Draco mustered all his strength and muttered a "Bye." as Harry lead him up the stairs, smiling broadly. Harry lead Draco into the room he had stayed in the summer before, suddenly becoming a little downhearted. Last time he was here, he and Sirius had been able to speak whenever they wanted. He, Ron and Hermione, had all been on good terms with each other, and he was much happier in his life.

Draco lay back on the bed, relieved to be alone with Harry. "Where are we? This is your house?"

"Yeah," Harry said, trying not to show his feelings of loss. "Yeah, this is the Headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix. Sirius left it to me."

"Oh." Draco seemed pleasantly surprised. "How come you don't live here?"

"Long story," Harry said. "But," he continued, crawling onto the bed, on top of Draco, "I can't think of a better way to spend my birthday."

"Tomorrow, right?" Draco said softly.

Harry stared at hima dn furrowed his eyebrows. "Okay, that was creepy. How'd you know my birthday?"

"I read it in one of the Dark Arts books Father made me read."

"Oh." Harry replied before he kissed his boyfriend. Draco kissed him back, then whispered, "I like it here."

"You do? Why?"

"Just do," Draco replied, and kissed Harry again.

They were both just getting into their kiss, when the door opened. Harry jumped off Draco and was mortified to see Ginny Weasley standing in the doorway, the doorknob still clutched in her hand. Neither of them, however, was prepared for what came out of her mouth.

"Wow, that was hot."

Harry turned a bright pink and Draco, a deep purple.

"Thank you, Ginny, if we put out a snuff film, I'll let you know." Harry said as he crossed the room to the door. "In the meantime, one word - KNOCK." Harry shut the door, and suddenly felt himself begin to giggle.

"What's so funny?" Draco said. "I could cry!"

"I'm sorry," Harry said. "Wonder where her boyfriend is."

"Who's she dating?"

"Dean Thomas. I'm surprised, they've been together a few months now. Usually Ginny goes through them quick."

Harry looked around, finally noticing the two trunks that had been brought up. He opened his and took out some clothes.

"I'm going to take a shower, love," he said. "Care to join me?"

Draco grinned. "I think I may get some sleep, I'm dead tired."

"Okay," Harry said, and crossed the room to kiss Draco. "Be back in a bit. I love you."

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too."

Harry left, shutting the door behind him. Draco smiled and lay back on the bed again, closing his eyes, feeling complete contentment and peace, for possibly the first time in his life.