Disclaimer: Jo Ro owns everything except the story.

A/N: As I said before, this is one of (Methinks) the best stories I've ever written.

Chapter 2: Going home (In which Draco confronts Harry)

Draco and Harry took a taxi from St. Mungo's to Harry's flat which was only a convenient (in Harry's case) twenty minutes away. The entire time, they were in the taxi Harry would stare at him in what Draco thought, using peripheral vision, was disgust. But whenever he turned to verify this, Harry was looking out of the window. Hardly knowing Harry, Draco had to restrain himself from yelling: "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LOOKING AT!!"

They arrived at a small five story building. Harry led Draco to a lift located at the end of a hall containing four flats. When they reached Harry's apartment, he showed Draco to his room and said: "Dinner will be ready at seven."

That was it.

Draco was growing impatient with Harry's persistent glaring and invocation of awkward silence. It steadily bugged Draco more and more at dinner and when he caught Harry staring at him for the eighth time that night, he snapped.

"WHAT?" He asked Harry barely maintaining his patience.

"What?" asked Harry in return. He gave Draco a curious glance and placed a spoonful of rice pudding into his mouth.

"Why all the side glares and lack of speech? Do you have a problem with me?" said Draco.

"Of course I don't have a problem with you..." replied Harry. "Now," he added under his breath.

Draco who was almost relieved sighed. Sometimes it really frustrated him not to remember things. "Now? What d'you mean now? Did we have a problem before my amnesia?'

"A small one." Harry answered putting another spoonful of rice pudding into his mouth.

"What was it?" asked Draco.

"We hated each other." Harry replied shortly.

"And I take it you haven't let go of that hate yet right?" Draco said crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes.

"You take the right idea."

"Well if you hate me so much why did you agree to take care of me?"

"I didn't agree...it was decided." Harry growled putting down the spoon which was halfway to his mouth.

"Why do I have to live with an auror anyway? What do I need protection from?"

Harry grinned. "That is classified information."

Draco glared at Harry. He could tell that it gave Harry pleasure to know something he didn't. "I see now why we hated each other. I was too mature for your callous attitude and since I refused your friendship, you decided to hate me."

Harry sputtered with incense. "It was the other way around!" he yelled.

"Mm-hmm." Draco said. And with a smirk he got up from the table to go to his room leaving an angry Harry behind.

"Home sweet home." he said quietly.

A/N: The plot will thicken (or thin depending on whether or not you're and optimist or pessimist) soon I guarantee it! In the meantime...RRR! (Read, Review, Repeat)

P.S. Stay tuned for chapter three! In which Draco goes out and encounters some(?) that makes him dizzy!