Ok, here's the third chapter, sorry for your wait but the person who was to
beta my story never answered my mail so I changed into a new one and I'm
never letting her go, that one is for sure!
Hope you like it!
Chapter 3
After several hours he woke again and almost panicked when he realised he had fallen asleep.
"Slept well my boy?" an old voice sounded next to his bed. He looked to see who the voice belonged to. There sat Albus Dumbledore at the bedside.
"There is no need to worry Draco, when I arrived earlier and saw how peaceful the two of you were sleeping, I turned off the alarm clock."
"But what about Harry's wounds?"
"I took care of them. As I said, no need to worry.." Just then Harry decided that he would wake up.
"Oh, and look who has decided to join us! Welcome back Mr Potter." Dumbledore said as he rose, walked to the bedside table, and took a potion bottle.
"Here Harry, have some pepper up potion and you will see that you will feel a lot better." Harry drank the potion that Dumbledore held forward to him. "Now that everyone is awake, Harry I have already heard the story told by Professor Snape, but I would like for you to tell me exactly what happened. If you're feeling up to it, of course."
"I can do that Sir."
"I had been out for a walk and when I came back again the car was gone from the driveway. I had a bad feeling about it all because I knew that they never put it in the garage because there the neighbours wouldn't see it. I pulled out my wand and walked inside. When I went in I could smell the smell of whiskey. As I was about to lock the door someone hit me over my shoulders. I fell to the floor and dropped my wand. Then he picked me up and started to blame me for that Petunia had left him and she had taken Dudley with her. I don't know what had happened because when I left they were sitting in the living room and nothing seemed to be wrong. But I guess something bad happened." Harry took some deep breaths and he felt Draco take his hand and he squeezed it thankfully.
"Then he bean to hit me, first with his fists and then I fell to the floor and he kicked me in the ribs. I don't really remember everything but I know that I was in a lot of pain and just as I was about to pass out he took a pause. I remembered the energy drop Draco had given me before we left Hogwarts and I squeezed it and I got some more energy. I then saw my wand and I manage to get a hold of it. I cast stupefy over Vernon and then Hedwig came. I gave her the note with Draco's address on and hoped that he would understand what had happened. The next thing I remember is waking up here and Snape trying to get me to drink something."
Silent tears found themselves running down Harry's face now. Harry didn't want to cry but he couldn't hold the tears back. He felt an arm around his shoulders pulling him in a hug and without thinking he accepted it and hugged the owner of the arm back. His body began to shake with sobs and desperate he clutched to the robe of his comforter. A hand begun to stoke his hair and he heard words of consolation being whispered in his ear. After awhile the sobs subdued and he looked up and saw the worried face of Draco Malfoy.
Dumbledore sat in his chair watching the entire scene as it played out in front of his eyes and the twinkle that before had been absent had now found its way back there.
"I believe that is all I need to know for now."
He rose to leave but before he left the bedroom he turned around to take one last look at the two boys.
"Now please, listen to me and follow my advice; get some well deserved sleep. Both of you."
"Yes Sir." They both said in unison.
In a flair of robes he then disapperated and left the boys to themselves.
"How are you feeling?" Draco then finally said, breaking the silence.
"Still sore and I'm hungry. Very hungry."
"Figured that. Now let's do something about that hunger of yours then. I got plenty of food home. I can cook almost anything you would like."
"You cook?" Harry exclaimed amazed.
"Yes, I've got to eat something, right?"
"Well yes, but you pretty much seemed to be someone who gets a house elf to do stuff like that."
"I'll have you know I find it very relaxing, thank you very much. Besides it's pretty much like potions. You know, chopping, stirring and timing."
"Well that explains why I suck at potions."
"And why I am so terribly good at it. Now would you like to wait here or follow me out in the kitchen?"
"I think I'd like to get up for a bit."
Draco helped Harry up from the bed and they slowly made their way out in the kitchen where Harry sat down at one of the chairs. He watched as Draco began shopping, measuring, frying and boiling things. It all went by pretty fluently and it seemed like this was something he had been doing his whole life. After just awhile Draco began to set the table and then he placed a big plate of spaghetti with some sauce on it.
"Pasta Carbonara for Monsieur Potter."
"It sounds good," then he took a deep breath inhaling the sent, "and it sure smells good."
"Yeah, it's one of my favourite foods." Draco said and then they began eating. The meal was eaten in silence and when they were done Draco took care of the dish with a flick of his wand. Then they slowly made their way back to the bed where Harry carefully laid down.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You sure? No water or something?"
"Thank you Mother I'm fine."
Draco chuckled.
"Okay then, I'll be just outside on the sofa and if there's anything you'll need just shout. Okay?"
"Yes." Harry said and Draco heard that he was just trying to please him.
"No Harry I need you to promise me that if there's anything you need and I mean anything at all, just shout. Now promise and mean it."
"I promise. If there's anything at all I'll shout." Harry replied now this time he was sincere.
"Good. Good night Harry"
"Good night."
Draco went out in the living room and settled down at the sofa. Secretly Harry wished for the blond so sleep in the bed next to him. He had felt so safe and secure before when he had been sitting at his bedside. Little did he know that the blond was wishing for the very same thing.
But sleep came anyway; it had, after all, been a quite exhausting day for both of them.
~*~
Harry found himself standing in a bare cold stone room. It looked like something you would find deep down in a dungeon. The bare room was indeed bare, there was nothing to either sit or sleep on. Suddenly the room was filled with people. The first ones he saw was his parents.
"Hello Harry!" His father said softly
"Oh you look so handsome my boy!" his mother exclaimed.
Suddenly Voldemort appeared out of nowhere and with two vivid green rays of light his parent disappeared into thin air.
"You killed us!" His father and mother then screamed in unison.
"If we hadn't had you we would be alive today!" His mother screamed.
He then recognized his two best friends, Ron and Hermione.
"Hi Harry!" Hermione said enthusiastically.
"Hello mate! Nice seeing you again." Ron said.
They also disappeared and again it Voldemort who killed them.
"It's all you're fault!" Hermione screamed.
"If we hadn't been friends with you we would be alive now!"
Sirius walked up to him.
"Hello Harry! I hope you feel good! I mean, after all you have killed both your parents and your two best friends. I hope you realise it's your entire fault!"
Sirius was drawn backwards into nothingness. All the time Harry tried to scream and tell he didn't mean for anything of this to happened, but when he opened his mouth no words came out, it was like he had become mute.
After Sirus was gone he found himself face to face with his uncle and behind him stood Petunia with her hands on Dudley's shoulders.
"You worthless freak! Never good for anything. I always knew you were no good. Killing all you're friends like that. Pathetic!" The fat man spat in his face and then he turned around smiling to his family and happily they walked away.
He turned to see Draco standing near him.
"Harry! There you are! I have been looking for you, where have you been?" He asked and then he smiled lovingly towards him. Slowly Draco walked toward Harry but then he suddenly stopped and his before lovingly face had become full of frightfulness.
"Harry?" He asked scared. "What are you doing?" Then suddenly the blonde screamed and fell to the ground. Harry looked down at his hands and saw that he had his wand drawn and pointing toward where Draco had been standing. He had killed him, with his own hands.
At this revelation his vocal cords seemed to know how to work again and he started to screem.
Draco was jolted awake by a piercing scream coming from his bedroom. Quickly he was up and ran into the room. There he found Harry tossing and turning in the bed screaming. He ran to his side and tried to wake him up.
"Harry? Harry, it's just a nightmare. You have to wake up." Draco began to stroke the hair out of his forehead.
"Harry, listen to me. You have to wake up. Please!"
Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he looked terrified at Draco. Then he began to cry. As he did this Draco help him close to his chest.
"I killed them all. It's entirely my fault. I killed my parents, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius-"
"What on earth are you talking about? It's hardly you're fault your parents died and as for Ron and Hermione, last time I heard of them, they were alive and kicking!"
But Harry didn't seem to be listening at all to this.
"And then I- then you came in and said you had been looking for me and I killed you. I killed you. I cast the curse, I killed you. My fault, my fault." Harry continued to sob into Draco's chest.
"Harry..." Draco tried but Hary didn't seem to be listening. "Harry! Listen to me!" He took Harrys chin in his palm and guided it upwards so that he could look into Harry's eyes. "Harry, just breathe and listen to me for one second. Please. As I said before, it's not your fault that anyone died. Voldemort killed all those people except for Weasel and Granger who are still alive. And I can assure you that you didn't kill me. I'm sitting right here in front of you. Right?"
"I. I. I don't."
"No Harry, listen to me. It was just a nightmare."
Then he carefully laid Harry down again.
"Now try to sleep some more."
After a few seconds Harry softly spoke.
"Draco?"
"Yes."
"Can you wait until I fall asleep?"
Draco only smiled and lay down on the bed next to Harry.
"Of course. Now sleep."
Silently Harry closed his eyes and in seconds sleep came to him again. Draco lay and looked at the sleeping form of his former enemy. Careful not to wake him he began to trace the outlines of Harry's scar and he thought he could almost see a faint smile on Harry's lips as he did so but he dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.
After awhile Draco too had fallen asleep.
~*~
Harry woke up the next morning feeling much better. Sure he still felt extremely sore, but he really felt much better. With a confident sigh he crept closer to the sleeping form next to him, he buried his head in the other person's chest and then he froze remembering where he was. Slowly he looked up and to his horror he saw that Draco was not sleeping as he had wished, because if Draco had been sleeping maybe he could have sneaked out of the bed and avoided any embarrassing confrontations. But as he looked up to the face of Draco Malfoy he completely lost his voice. Draco was looking lovingly at him. Was he really doing that? Yes he was. Harry debated with himself and found himself smiling back.
"Slept well?" Draco asked softly.
"Hm, yes. Why?"
"Only wondering. So you didn't have any more nightmares?"
"No." and before he could stop himself he quite bluntly said "I never have them when I feel safe."
Immediately when the words had left his mouth he regretted them, knowing he had said too much. He could only hope that his bed mate hadn't heard him.
Silence filled the bed room like thick black smoke. It wasn't broken until Draco finally spoke up.
"So, up for a little breakfast? I for one know that I'm hungry."
At this particular moment Harry's stomach decided to growl loudly.
"Well I guess that answers my question." Draco said as he slowly got up.
"Care to join me in the kitchen or would his royal highness like to have his breakfast in bed?"
"No." Harry chuckled and then he got up and made his way out into the kitchen where Draco already had begun to make breakfast.
"God, it smells good."
"Hey, you're talking to a master chef here!"
"Hay is what you feed the cows with." Harry answered (A/N: A little wink to my great friend Michael in Scotland who spent all the time we got together picking on my language...)
"Watch it smart ass or you will not get to taste the eggs, or the bacon, or the mushrooms, or the tomatoes or the toast, or the-"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture!"
After a few minutes, breakfast was finished and with a flick of his wand Draco had done the dishes.
Harry had eaten in silence and sat now and looked down at his suddenly so interesting hands.
"Spit it out." Draco finally said getting tired of Harrys fidgeting
"What?"
"You're fidgeting."
"So?" Harry tried to say innocently.
"You look just like a guilty four year old who has just broken something or wants to ask you something. So spill it."
"I."
"Well that's always and good start, but I can't read minds you know."
"Can't ever drop the sarcasm can we?"
"What me?" Draco said trying to look surprised.
"I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here for a few days. You have no idea of how good it is being out of there."
"Harry listen, you don't have to thank me. You can stay as long as you want to."
"No I don't want to be to any trouble."
"You're not, besides I was getting a little bored."
"Missing you two bodyguards?"
"Gods no! They're so thick I bet you could drop the largest stone on earth on their heads and the stone would break in two."
"Could come in handy you know, if you want to break a very large stone." Harry responded and then continued. "How about the ever lovely Parkinson?" He said with a small smile knowing what would be said next.
"Watch it Potter or I promise that I will kick you out, head first. You're making me sick here you know."
"What?! You're telling me that you don't miss you're girlfriend?" Harry said, trying to look surprised.
"Oh, shove it Potter or I will have my godfather poison you."
"Bet he would be glad to do that."
"He doesn't hate you, you know."
"Could have fooled me."
"Harry, I'm serious here." Draco said sitting down in front of Harry. "Sure, he didn't really love your father, but I know he had his reasons, and before you ask me why he despised him so much I can tell you that I don't exactly know why. He just told me that it had something to do with that werewolf."
"He has a name you know."
"Sorry. But he does know that you're not your father and even if he doesn't show it, I know he cares a great deal about you."
"You can't seriously mean that Snape and Remus were friends back in school?"
"Look, I said I don't know but from what I've heard, I think they were really close friends. You know, like you and Weasel."
"Ron."
"Whatever."
"Not friends like Ron and Hermione then?" Harry said with a small smile.
"Oh, come on Harry! Could you please have at least some mercy for my heart?"
"Let me think about it. Hmm... no."
"I have just received a nightmare as a houseguest." Draco mumbled as he stood up and went to leave the kitchen. Harry got up after him but with a gasp he doubled over in pain. Draco was at his side immediately, holding him upright.
"Harry? You ok?"
"Yeah. I think I just moved to fast."
"Let's get you back to bed so that you can rest for awhile."
"Lying down would be nice."
Carefully they made their way in to the bedroom where Harry lay down on the bed to rest.
"I'll be out in the living room reading if there's anything you want."
And on that thought, Harry fell asleep.
~*~
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Chapter 3
After several hours he woke again and almost panicked when he realised he had fallen asleep.
"Slept well my boy?" an old voice sounded next to his bed. He looked to see who the voice belonged to. There sat Albus Dumbledore at the bedside.
"There is no need to worry Draco, when I arrived earlier and saw how peaceful the two of you were sleeping, I turned off the alarm clock."
"But what about Harry's wounds?"
"I took care of them. As I said, no need to worry.." Just then Harry decided that he would wake up.
"Oh, and look who has decided to join us! Welcome back Mr Potter." Dumbledore said as he rose, walked to the bedside table, and took a potion bottle.
"Here Harry, have some pepper up potion and you will see that you will feel a lot better." Harry drank the potion that Dumbledore held forward to him. "Now that everyone is awake, Harry I have already heard the story told by Professor Snape, but I would like for you to tell me exactly what happened. If you're feeling up to it, of course."
"I can do that Sir."
"I had been out for a walk and when I came back again the car was gone from the driveway. I had a bad feeling about it all because I knew that they never put it in the garage because there the neighbours wouldn't see it. I pulled out my wand and walked inside. When I went in I could smell the smell of whiskey. As I was about to lock the door someone hit me over my shoulders. I fell to the floor and dropped my wand. Then he picked me up and started to blame me for that Petunia had left him and she had taken Dudley with her. I don't know what had happened because when I left they were sitting in the living room and nothing seemed to be wrong. But I guess something bad happened." Harry took some deep breaths and he felt Draco take his hand and he squeezed it thankfully.
"Then he bean to hit me, first with his fists and then I fell to the floor and he kicked me in the ribs. I don't really remember everything but I know that I was in a lot of pain and just as I was about to pass out he took a pause. I remembered the energy drop Draco had given me before we left Hogwarts and I squeezed it and I got some more energy. I then saw my wand and I manage to get a hold of it. I cast stupefy over Vernon and then Hedwig came. I gave her the note with Draco's address on and hoped that he would understand what had happened. The next thing I remember is waking up here and Snape trying to get me to drink something."
Silent tears found themselves running down Harry's face now. Harry didn't want to cry but he couldn't hold the tears back. He felt an arm around his shoulders pulling him in a hug and without thinking he accepted it and hugged the owner of the arm back. His body began to shake with sobs and desperate he clutched to the robe of his comforter. A hand begun to stoke his hair and he heard words of consolation being whispered in his ear. After awhile the sobs subdued and he looked up and saw the worried face of Draco Malfoy.
Dumbledore sat in his chair watching the entire scene as it played out in front of his eyes and the twinkle that before had been absent had now found its way back there.
"I believe that is all I need to know for now."
He rose to leave but before he left the bedroom he turned around to take one last look at the two boys.
"Now please, listen to me and follow my advice; get some well deserved sleep. Both of you."
"Yes Sir." They both said in unison.
In a flair of robes he then disapperated and left the boys to themselves.
"How are you feeling?" Draco then finally said, breaking the silence.
"Still sore and I'm hungry. Very hungry."
"Figured that. Now let's do something about that hunger of yours then. I got plenty of food home. I can cook almost anything you would like."
"You cook?" Harry exclaimed amazed.
"Yes, I've got to eat something, right?"
"Well yes, but you pretty much seemed to be someone who gets a house elf to do stuff like that."
"I'll have you know I find it very relaxing, thank you very much. Besides it's pretty much like potions. You know, chopping, stirring and timing."
"Well that explains why I suck at potions."
"And why I am so terribly good at it. Now would you like to wait here or follow me out in the kitchen?"
"I think I'd like to get up for a bit."
Draco helped Harry up from the bed and they slowly made their way out in the kitchen where Harry sat down at one of the chairs. He watched as Draco began shopping, measuring, frying and boiling things. It all went by pretty fluently and it seemed like this was something he had been doing his whole life. After just awhile Draco began to set the table and then he placed a big plate of spaghetti with some sauce on it.
"Pasta Carbonara for Monsieur Potter."
"It sounds good," then he took a deep breath inhaling the sent, "and it sure smells good."
"Yeah, it's one of my favourite foods." Draco said and then they began eating. The meal was eaten in silence and when they were done Draco took care of the dish with a flick of his wand. Then they slowly made their way back to the bed where Harry carefully laid down.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"No. I'm fine."
"You sure? No water or something?"
"Thank you Mother I'm fine."
Draco chuckled.
"Okay then, I'll be just outside on the sofa and if there's anything you'll need just shout. Okay?"
"Yes." Harry said and Draco heard that he was just trying to please him.
"No Harry I need you to promise me that if there's anything you need and I mean anything at all, just shout. Now promise and mean it."
"I promise. If there's anything at all I'll shout." Harry replied now this time he was sincere.
"Good. Good night Harry"
"Good night."
Draco went out in the living room and settled down at the sofa. Secretly Harry wished for the blond so sleep in the bed next to him. He had felt so safe and secure before when he had been sitting at his bedside. Little did he know that the blond was wishing for the very same thing.
But sleep came anyway; it had, after all, been a quite exhausting day for both of them.
~*~
Harry found himself standing in a bare cold stone room. It looked like something you would find deep down in a dungeon. The bare room was indeed bare, there was nothing to either sit or sleep on. Suddenly the room was filled with people. The first ones he saw was his parents.
"Hello Harry!" His father said softly
"Oh you look so handsome my boy!" his mother exclaimed.
Suddenly Voldemort appeared out of nowhere and with two vivid green rays of light his parent disappeared into thin air.
"You killed us!" His father and mother then screamed in unison.
"If we hadn't had you we would be alive today!" His mother screamed.
He then recognized his two best friends, Ron and Hermione.
"Hi Harry!" Hermione said enthusiastically.
"Hello mate! Nice seeing you again." Ron said.
They also disappeared and again it Voldemort who killed them.
"It's all you're fault!" Hermione screamed.
"If we hadn't been friends with you we would be alive now!"
Sirius walked up to him.
"Hello Harry! I hope you feel good! I mean, after all you have killed both your parents and your two best friends. I hope you realise it's your entire fault!"
Sirius was drawn backwards into nothingness. All the time Harry tried to scream and tell he didn't mean for anything of this to happened, but when he opened his mouth no words came out, it was like he had become mute.
After Sirus was gone he found himself face to face with his uncle and behind him stood Petunia with her hands on Dudley's shoulders.
"You worthless freak! Never good for anything. I always knew you were no good. Killing all you're friends like that. Pathetic!" The fat man spat in his face and then he turned around smiling to his family and happily they walked away.
He turned to see Draco standing near him.
"Harry! There you are! I have been looking for you, where have you been?" He asked and then he smiled lovingly towards him. Slowly Draco walked toward Harry but then he suddenly stopped and his before lovingly face had become full of frightfulness.
"Harry?" He asked scared. "What are you doing?" Then suddenly the blonde screamed and fell to the ground. Harry looked down at his hands and saw that he had his wand drawn and pointing toward where Draco had been standing. He had killed him, with his own hands.
At this revelation his vocal cords seemed to know how to work again and he started to screem.
Draco was jolted awake by a piercing scream coming from his bedroom. Quickly he was up and ran into the room. There he found Harry tossing and turning in the bed screaming. He ran to his side and tried to wake him up.
"Harry? Harry, it's just a nightmare. You have to wake up." Draco began to stroke the hair out of his forehead.
"Harry, listen to me. You have to wake up. Please!"
Suddenly his eyes snapped open and he looked terrified at Draco. Then he began to cry. As he did this Draco help him close to his chest.
"I killed them all. It's entirely my fault. I killed my parents, Ron, Hermione, and Sirius-"
"What on earth are you talking about? It's hardly you're fault your parents died and as for Ron and Hermione, last time I heard of them, they were alive and kicking!"
But Harry didn't seem to be listening at all to this.
"And then I- then you came in and said you had been looking for me and I killed you. I killed you. I cast the curse, I killed you. My fault, my fault." Harry continued to sob into Draco's chest.
"Harry..." Draco tried but Hary didn't seem to be listening. "Harry! Listen to me!" He took Harrys chin in his palm and guided it upwards so that he could look into Harry's eyes. "Harry, just breathe and listen to me for one second. Please. As I said before, it's not your fault that anyone died. Voldemort killed all those people except for Weasel and Granger who are still alive. And I can assure you that you didn't kill me. I'm sitting right here in front of you. Right?"
"I. I. I don't."
"No Harry, listen to me. It was just a nightmare."
Then he carefully laid Harry down again.
"Now try to sleep some more."
After a few seconds Harry softly spoke.
"Draco?"
"Yes."
"Can you wait until I fall asleep?"
Draco only smiled and lay down on the bed next to Harry.
"Of course. Now sleep."
Silently Harry closed his eyes and in seconds sleep came to him again. Draco lay and looked at the sleeping form of his former enemy. Careful not to wake him he began to trace the outlines of Harry's scar and he thought he could almost see a faint smile on Harry's lips as he did so but he dismissed it as a figment of his imagination.
After awhile Draco too had fallen asleep.
~*~
Harry woke up the next morning feeling much better. Sure he still felt extremely sore, but he really felt much better. With a confident sigh he crept closer to the sleeping form next to him, he buried his head in the other person's chest and then he froze remembering where he was. Slowly he looked up and to his horror he saw that Draco was not sleeping as he had wished, because if Draco had been sleeping maybe he could have sneaked out of the bed and avoided any embarrassing confrontations. But as he looked up to the face of Draco Malfoy he completely lost his voice. Draco was looking lovingly at him. Was he really doing that? Yes he was. Harry debated with himself and found himself smiling back.
"Slept well?" Draco asked softly.
"Hm, yes. Why?"
"Only wondering. So you didn't have any more nightmares?"
"No." and before he could stop himself he quite bluntly said "I never have them when I feel safe."
Immediately when the words had left his mouth he regretted them, knowing he had said too much. He could only hope that his bed mate hadn't heard him.
Silence filled the bed room like thick black smoke. It wasn't broken until Draco finally spoke up.
"So, up for a little breakfast? I for one know that I'm hungry."
At this particular moment Harry's stomach decided to growl loudly.
"Well I guess that answers my question." Draco said as he slowly got up.
"Care to join me in the kitchen or would his royal highness like to have his breakfast in bed?"
"No." Harry chuckled and then he got up and made his way out into the kitchen where Draco already had begun to make breakfast.
"God, it smells good."
"Hey, you're talking to a master chef here!"
"Hay is what you feed the cows with." Harry answered (A/N: A little wink to my great friend Michael in Scotland who spent all the time we got together picking on my language...)
"Watch it smart ass or you will not get to taste the eggs, or the bacon, or the mushrooms, or the tomatoes or the toast, or the-"
"Okay, okay, I get the picture!"
After a few minutes, breakfast was finished and with a flick of his wand Draco had done the dishes.
Harry had eaten in silence and sat now and looked down at his suddenly so interesting hands.
"Spit it out." Draco finally said getting tired of Harrys fidgeting
"What?"
"You're fidgeting."
"So?" Harry tried to say innocently.
"You look just like a guilty four year old who has just broken something or wants to ask you something. So spill it."
"I."
"Well that's always and good start, but I can't read minds you know."
"Can't ever drop the sarcasm can we?"
"What me?" Draco said trying to look surprised.
"I wanted to thank you for letting me stay here for a few days. You have no idea of how good it is being out of there."
"Harry listen, you don't have to thank me. You can stay as long as you want to."
"No I don't want to be to any trouble."
"You're not, besides I was getting a little bored."
"Missing you two bodyguards?"
"Gods no! They're so thick I bet you could drop the largest stone on earth on their heads and the stone would break in two."
"Could come in handy you know, if you want to break a very large stone." Harry responded and then continued. "How about the ever lovely Parkinson?" He said with a small smile knowing what would be said next.
"Watch it Potter or I promise that I will kick you out, head first. You're making me sick here you know."
"What?! You're telling me that you don't miss you're girlfriend?" Harry said, trying to look surprised.
"Oh, shove it Potter or I will have my godfather poison you."
"Bet he would be glad to do that."
"He doesn't hate you, you know."
"Could have fooled me."
"Harry, I'm serious here." Draco said sitting down in front of Harry. "Sure, he didn't really love your father, but I know he had his reasons, and before you ask me why he despised him so much I can tell you that I don't exactly know why. He just told me that it had something to do with that werewolf."
"He has a name you know."
"Sorry. But he does know that you're not your father and even if he doesn't show it, I know he cares a great deal about you."
"You can't seriously mean that Snape and Remus were friends back in school?"
"Look, I said I don't know but from what I've heard, I think they were really close friends. You know, like you and Weasel."
"Ron."
"Whatever."
"Not friends like Ron and Hermione then?" Harry said with a small smile.
"Oh, come on Harry! Could you please have at least some mercy for my heart?"
"Let me think about it. Hmm... no."
"I have just received a nightmare as a houseguest." Draco mumbled as he stood up and went to leave the kitchen. Harry got up after him but with a gasp he doubled over in pain. Draco was at his side immediately, holding him upright.
"Harry? You ok?"
"Yeah. I think I just moved to fast."
"Let's get you back to bed so that you can rest for awhile."
"Lying down would be nice."
Carefully they made their way in to the bedroom where Harry lay down on the bed to rest.
"I'll be out in the living room reading if there's anything you want."
And on that thought, Harry fell asleep.
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The fourth chapter should be up in a day or two. I can't make any promises on the fifth one; I'm a little stuck.
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