Disclaimer: Not J.K.R…thanks for noticing

Warning: SLASH…yummy

Dedication: This one's for Cole

A/N: Thank so much to my beta, truthfulchaos, you rock, love ya doll.

The 'Not so Golden Boy': The Runaway Boys

Two weeks later...

"Narcissa sent more muffins," Blaise said to Harry, setting a basket full of chocolate chip muffins on the oak coffee table.

The sliding glass door leading to the back porch was open, letting in a cool January breeze. Harry was stretched out on the couch, letter in hand.

"You okay?" Blaise asked, sitting in his favorite rocking chair.

The Gryffindor sighed, and then read aloud:

"Lucius still gloating. Dark Lord handing down. More soon, Draco."

"Handing down?" Blaise asked, confused.

"Means he's giving up command soon. Draco will be in power."

"You're not convinced." The Slytherin read the look on Harry's face.

"I just…" He got up and went to the burning fireplace to toss Draco's letter in like he'd done to all of the blonde's posts in the last two weeks. "I don't want him to get wrapped up in-"

"What you got wrapped up in," Blaise finished.

"Darkness."

"Makes you power hungry."

"Makes you weak," Harry said bitterly.

Blaise sighed. "You don't trust the letters because they don't sound like the Draco we know. But Harry, you have to remember, anything he sends us could be intercepted. Only when he gains power will he be able to send out letters in full detail."

Harry nodded. "Heard from Ginny?"

"Yeah, she owled this morning. Said we're still being missed terribly, Dumbledore's still baffled as to why we would leave, especially you. And that Hermione suspects something."

"Figures," Harry scoffed. "With our luck, she'd put it all together soon enough."

Blaise pulled out the letter and scanned it for things he could have forgotten. "Oh, and Ron has some theory that you and I ran off together, gay lovers, and he thinks that Draco killed himself because of it."

They smiled and Harry reached for a muffin. "Do you want to write Narcissa, or shall I?" he asked.

"You can, I'll write Ginny," Blaise said.

"Ask her if there's any word on the Order."

Blaise nodded and went to the bar, connecting the kitchen and the living room.

It was a small cabin, obviously picked out by Narcissa Malfoy, because Lucius would never go for anything so… ordinary. There were three bedrooms (Harry slept in Draco's and Blaise slept in Narcissa's, Lucius's room scared them both) and the one living room where the boys spent most of their time on the couch and in the rocker or one of the two overstuffed armchairs (The living room was the biggest room in the cabin). There was also a television in a cabinet, part of the bookshelf.

Draco said his mom had gotten it once Lucius had stopped coming to the mountains with herself and Draco.

Then there was the back sliding door, which the two run away Death Eaters liked to keep open. There was the aforementioned bar, which was part of the tiny kitchen with a fridge, stove, sink, and odds and ends of cabinets.

There was a small hallway towards the front of the house, which turned into the various bedrooms and the single bathroom. At the end of the hallway was the front door, which always remained locked.

Blaise started his letter and Harry headed out to the back porch. He looked out over the mountains and streams. Hedwig rested on the back of one of the patio chairs.

"Hey girl," he cooed to the bird. "You've seen Dray, right? Is he okay?" She hooted and nipped Harry's fingers. He smiled. "I'll have to take that as a yes."

She hopped onto his arm and he sat down, stroking her head.

"It's nice up here, isn't it? Snowy mountains, freezing steams, thick fog in the morning, quiet, no one but me and Blaise around for miles. Perfect for you, huh?"

She nipped at his fingers again and he let her fly off.

Once she disappeared Harry leaned back and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

"Merlin, Harry, I thought you were in bed!"

Harry heard Blaise yell and he opened his eyes to find that it was dark out. 'Was it dark when I fell asleep?' he thought, and then suddenly realized he was freezing.

It was snowing. Harry was covered in snow.

Blaise disappeared for a moment then returned with a blanket that he wrapped around Harry after brushing the snow off. "We'll be lucky if you don't have pneumonia." He helped the Gryffindor inside.

"You're such a mom," Harry said hoarsely.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll go run a bath. Sit on the couch for a minute." He sat Harry down and went into the bathroom.

Harry's whole body began shaking as Blaise returned.

"Alright, go soak for a while, until you can feel everything again. I'll owl Narcissa." The Slytherin helped him off the couch and Harry dropped the blanket, went to the bathroom and pealed off his snow-sopped clothes.

Harry stayed in the bath until all feeling came back throughout his body and he could tell the difference between hot and cold again.

"What time is it?" he called to Blaise, slipping on his pajamas.

"Almost ten."

He walked out to the living room, where Blaise was watching his normal evening shows.

"You left me out there for that long!?"

"I thought you were in your room!" Blaise defended himself. "There's tea on the bar."

"Thanks." He grabbed a cup and sat on the couch.

"You probably have a cold."

"Go figure." Harry smirked and they watched TV for a while longer.

"I'm going to run down to town, do you want some more soda, or soup, or something?" Blaise asked.

Harry was thoroughly bundled on the couch, it had been two days since his camp out on the porch and he was suffering from a bad cold and, what Narcissa said from the boys' description of it, a case of the chills.

"All of the above," he sniffed, flipping the channels from one daytime TV show to the next.

The resident Slytherin nodded. "I'll be back soon." As he headed out the door, Hedwig flew in.

Harry sighed and took the letter that she offered.

He read:

Harry,

His heart dropped, it was from Hermione.

I saw Hedwig fly into the owlry the other day and then Ginny walked out with a letter.

She wouldn't tell me what was going on at first, but eventually she caved.

I started this letter knowing exactly what I was going to say, but now I'm at a loss for words.

We miss you, all of us, especially Ron and myself.

I haven't told him about, well the whole Death Eater thing. I'm still trying to figure it out myself really. And I won't say anything, not unless you give me the go ahead.

I won't tell Dumbledore either, just please write me back.

Please.

Love,

Hermione

Harry closed his eyes, letter clutched in his hand,

'What have I done?' he scolded himself.

'Damn it, Potter, you betrayed the people who love you. You ruined Blaise's life, and you sent your boyfriend to take what is believed to be his proper place with evil lords.

'And now you're sick and you can't do a bloody thing about any of it!'

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