Here is chapter 2. Thanks again to Laura for all her speedy BETA'ring (i still wanna know if that is actually a word!)

Thanks to every one who reviewed the last chapter!

sexy-emerald-babe666- You asked why harry got the Black fortune and not the Potter fortune, well simple, there is no Potter Fortune. Whatever money the Potters had left was left to Harry and he has been using that since first year.

bthatcher2002- Harry will not be forgiving his 'so called friends' at any time. Ron and Hermione wont even play major roles in this story, though in the sequel Harry and Draco will come to some sort of agreement with Hermione when they need her help and i think Ron might even die in the sequel, doing the whole 'kind act' thing, though it is just a thought at the moment.

Nogoalielikeme- Yes this stroy was done before but i removed it to re-write.

Sapphire- Ron and Hermione are not under a cruse of any type, though the reasons behind thier change of mind toward Harry will come into light later in the story.

KatBell- I loved that you loved this story. Means so much to me. And dont worry, i already have 9 chapters written and ready to post so there will be plenty to read, but i will only be updating once a week, im starting work soon and wont have as much time to write. Both Lucius and Narcissa will be good in this story.

Disclaimer: If i really owned Draco Malfoy (or Harry Potter) do you really think i would be writting about them? Do you really think i would get out of bed? I mean, come on


Harry Potter and the Phoenix Fire

Chapter 3 - Truth's and Friend's

Harry awoke on his back, warm and peaceful the following morning as the sunlight peeked its way through the nearby windows. He never felt more happy and secure in all his life. Barely aware of the light pressure on his stomach he rolled onto his side and felt a hand shift and rest on his waist. He came face to face with Draco sleeping closer to him then anyone in his life had.

He was truly beautiful just lying there asleep, Harry thought. His face was neutral, no smirk, no foul look, just relaxed and peaceful. Harry nudged him softly.

"Draco, wake up, its morning." He whispered

The blonde stirred softly but did not wake.

"Draco wake up." He said a little more loudly, poking the blonde in the ribs.

Draco cracked his eyes open. A smile graced his face when he saw Harry and content ran through his silver-grey eyes, quickly followed by a look confusion.

"Um Harry..." Draco whispered. "Why are we in bed together, and why are we snuggled?" He finished though making no attempt to move his arm from Harry's waist.

"You fell asleep on my bed," Harry said, "I didn't want to wake you, and I guess you wanted to cuddle in your sleep." He giggled.

"Errrgg, what time is it?" The blonde groaned.

"Umm.." Harry lifted his head to look at the clock on the table on Draco's side of the bed, "...It's six in the morning."

"Grrrr, Harry, why did you wake me." Draco whined as he pulled Harry closer, "Another hour please."

"Umm...Draco? Is this really necessary?" Harry asked uncomfortably.

"What?" Draco questioned.

"Me...You...Compromising positions?" He replied. It was one thing to cuddle up when asleep and another completely when they were awake.

"Harry, shut up, go to sleep, anyone would think you have never shared a bed with anyone before." Draco said through closed eyes.

"Well I haven't." Harry replied honestly.

"Never?" Draco asked pushing his upper body away from Harry so he could look at him.

"No never." He replied

"Not even with your friends?" Draco asked curiously.

"No."

"So you're a virgin then?" Draco asked without conviction.

"Umm..." Harry flushed, "Well yeah."

"Don't be embarrassed." Draco said, shifting slightly to get more comfortable.

"I'm not embarrassed, much, well how about you?"

"I am too." Draco admitted flippantly closing his eyes again.

"Serious?"

"Yeah."

"The sex god of Slytherin is a virgin?" Harry teased

"So what? You are!" Draco sneered.

"Yeah true, sorry" Harry said sheepishly.

"Apology accepted, now sleep."

"But...why the hugging?"

"You're warm." Draco's answer was short and to the point.

"Ok then."

Harry willed away the embarrassment of hugging the other boy and closed his eyes again. Draco was right, it was much warmer.


Harry and Draco made their way into Diagon Alley four hours later. Draco's 'another hour of sleep' had lasted three hours and it took them another hour to get dressed and have breakfast. Both boys wore exactly the same clothing, except the color of their shirts. Draco had donned a pair of black leather pants and a stunning silver silk shirt, and Harry, the same pants but a deep green, bordering black, shirt. Draco joked that it brought out his eyes. Now was the time for some more shopping.

They walked side by side down the street, attracting many stares and hushed comments. Harry brushed it off at first, he was use to it, but after a few minutes it started to annoy him.

"Calm down Harry." Draco said, sensing the boy's frustration.

"Why do they keep staring? What's wrong with them?" Harry hissed felling the anger rise within him.

"Harry, the two now richest wizards are walking down the street together, add the fact that you're The-Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived and I'm the renounced Death Eaters son, we cause quite a stir."

"I hate that." Harry seethed

"Hate what?" Draco asked confused.

"That name, 'The-Boy-Who-Lived', that's all I am to anyone." Harry pouted.

"Not me Harry," Draco said as he placed a comforting hand on the slightly taller boy's shoulder, "To me your just Harry, stubborn, selfish and dammed annoying," Draco laughed, "your old friends may have liked you because of your title, but I don't, I couldn't care if you were the Boy-Who-Married-Voldemort."

Harry chuckled at that. "Draco, that's disgusting, but thanks."

"Any time, so what do ya reckon? Flourish and Blots?" Draco questioned.

At Harry's nod they both entered the eerily quiet book store. Unlike previous years the store was rather empty. Students seemed to like to leave their purchases until last minute, besides the odd Ravenclaw, and it gave Harry and Draco time to shop peacefully as long as they wanted.

"Right," Draco said looking down at his list, "You go get yours, I will go get mine, meet back here in ten minutes ok?"

"Ok, sure."

"I guess were taking the same classes then," Draco laughed when boys both made their way over to the same shelf, "What books do you need?"

Harry withdrew the Hogwarts letter from his pocket. He skimmed through it, missing all the usual stuff until he found his list and read it aloud to Draco.

Dear Harry,

Since you scored so highly on last years O.W.L's you will need the following books.

Standard Book of Spells Grade 6

Advance Transfiguration

Advance Potions

Advance Charms

HerbologyKnow your Plants

The Dark Arts Defending your self against the unseen

Because of your current situation Harry, I have taken the liberty of excluding you from your extra curricular subjects. I hope you don't mind, but it is necessary. You will be taking private lessons with select members of the staff. The list of books needed are as followed.

Wandless Magic A beginners Guide

Wandless Magic Advance Practice

Dark ArtsCombating and using

OcclumencyAdvance Practice

I will speak to you during the first day of term about your subjects.

Albus Dumbledore

"I got the same letter." Draco stated, his brow furrowed in confusion.

"Why do you think were taking all these private classes?" Harry asked.

"Voldemort I suppose." The other boy shrugged, "You have to defeat him and I have to protect myself against him."

Harry just shrugged.

Together the boys started to gather their books.

"We still need Occlumency: Advance Practice." Harry said as he eyed his list after they had collected most of their books. "Do you have it yet?"

When Draco did not reply Harry turned to face him, the blonde was watching the entrance of the store with a familiar irate look on his face.

"Draco? What's wrong?" Harry asked worriedly.

"Weasley." Draco hissed through his teeth, his eyes narrowed off in the distance.

"What? Where?" Harry asked, looking wildly around the store.

Draco pointed off in the distance. The Weasley clan had all pilled into the store, the bell chiming as the door closed.

"Draco," Harry sighed, "Just leave it."

"How can I leave it Harry?" Draco asked turning his gaze to the raven haired boy next to him, "He is a fucking prat, he should be taught a lesson."

"Yes Draco, he is a prat, but don't start anything, please." Harry begged.

"Ok...Ok...I won't start any thing," Draco said in defeat. "But if he so happens to say one word to me, I mean it Harry, I will kill him." He finished angrily.

"Ok, just don't provoke him."

Both boys turned their gaze back to where the Weasley's were standing. The youngest red head, Ginny, and the Twins were approaching the other end of the store, away from their parents who were currently chatting to a squat lively witch. The youngest Weasley male on the other hand was making his way over to the boy's, a look of disgust on his freckled face.

"Calm Draco. Don't do any thing rash." Harry urged placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't the Dark Lord and his little Death Eater." Ron spat as he approached the two boys, his angry red face matching the shade of his hair.

"Fuck of Weasel. You have no idea what you're on about." Draco hissed furiously at Ron.

"Shove off Ferret." Ron sneered. "We all know Potters evil."

"Shut up Ron," Harry fumed through clenched teeth, "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you, but you know you're wrong."

"Wrong am I? Lets put two and two together Harry," Ron said as if he was talking to a five year old, "you speak parselmouth, you share dreams with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, you came out of the Triwizard Tournament with Cedric's dead body, you lead your friends into the Ministry of Magic and nearly got us killed, killing your own Godfather in the process, now you have his inheritance. I bet that was your plan all along wasn't it, kill Sirius and have enough money to start your own plans when You-Know-Who is gone."

Harry had stopped listening when Sirius was first mentioned. He was so angry that his head swirled with thoughts of the best way to kill his ex-best friend in front of him.

"You" Harry growled, "Have no fucking idea what you are talking about."

"No? Well we'll see won't we? I mean look at you, standing here in the middle of the shop, Malfoy attached to your side, matching clothes on. Malfoy!" He spat the name with disgust. "I mean come on Harry, are you so stupid? Well I guess you are." Ron continued absentmindedly. "But seriously, listen a warning from one old friend to another, I would stay far away from Gryffindor if I was you, nasty things could happen. The again you'd probably be too busy shagging blonde Slytherin whores to come near th…..."

It happened in an instant, Harry had barely noticed that the red head hadn't finished his sentence before he felt the body from under his hand move and the next second Draco was on top of Ron, who was now sprawled out on the floor, beating the life out of him. Harry who had no intentions of stopping him just stood there transfixed at the sight.

"HOW FUCKING DARE YOU!" Draco shouted attracting the attention of the entire shop. "YOU ARE TOTALLY FUCKING DELUSSIONAL, STUPID...FUCKING...WEASEL" He said in-between punches to Ron's face.

The two boy's rolled on the floor, knocking over shelves and sending books ricocheting of the walls. It looked like Ron hadn't even had a chance to fight back.

Within seconds a loud bang erupted through the store as Draco was thrown up against a wall by his collar by a very red and very angry Weasley twin. Leaving a battered and bleeding Ron withering on the floor in pain.

"Keep you hands off him you fucking wanker." George yelled, only recognizable to Harry by the fact a golden 'G' was sown across the front of his tacky red shirt.

"Fuck off Weasley,' Draco sneered as he shoved the irate twin off of him. "Come on Harry, let's not waste any more time around …… them." He spat at the gathering of red heads while smoothing out the wrinkles in his clothes.

After throwing down the books they had collected Harry and Draco made their way out of the store. Harry took great care to avoiding the gaze of the people he once thought of as his second family.

"Leaky Cauldron?" Draco, who was supporting a bleeding lip asked.

"Yeah," Harry sighed as he felt a headache coming on, "Lets go."

The two quickly made their way through the throng of people in Diagon Alley and back to the Leaky Cauldron and sat down in one of the cubicles at the far end of the crowded pub.

Draco got up and ordered them two butterbeers from the bar and sat back down facing Harry.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked as Draco sat down. "You're bleeding."

"What?" Draco said as he touched his swollen lip, a little blood staining his pale finger, "Oh, yeah I'm fine. I-I'm sorry for how I acted back there." He said looking away shamefully.

"Draco, its ok, if you hadn't jumped him then I would have, thank you." Harry said clutching the blonde's upper arm to get his attention.

"For what?" The blonde asked looking Harry in the eyes again.

"For sticking up for me." Harry replied with a smile.

"Oh, well he did call me a whore, well I surmise it was directed at me, you can never tell with a Weasley, no subtlety." He laughed.

"Yeah I guess. Well I suppose we will have to get our books tomorrow." Harry said as his headache slowly ebbed away. "So," He continued warily, "Wanna tell me why you switched sides."

Draco scanned the room nervously once before returning his attention back to Harry, "Can we go to your room first Harry?"

"Yeah." Harry shrugged.

Both boy's grabbed their drinks and trudged up the stairs to Harry's room.

"Well," Harry said as he leaned on the closed door behind him, "Spill."

"Well it's nothing serious or anything," Draco said taking a swig from his bottle and flopping down on Harry's bed. "It all comes down to pride I guess. Father raised me to be the perfect snob, 'never answer to any one you think is lower than you', he would always say, and well, can you get any lower the Voldemort? So… when we went to visit Father in Prison I told him I will refuse the Dark Lord and if I had to leave the Malfoy name behind me then I would."

"What and your Father just said, 'ok son here is the plan'? I doubt that." Harry said mockingly.

"Listen Harry, despite what you think about the Malfoy's, family always come's first. Father saw I was unhappy and knew that I would leave the family if needs be so he contacted Dumbledore. Now don't get me wrong, I hate Muggles and Muggle born's, I think they're low as low can go, I just believe Voldemort went the wrong way about it, and now Father agrees. Simple." Draco finished with an air of finality.

"Well it makes sense," Harry said after a moment of thought, "and I'm glad you didn't follow him, I'd be stuck here on my own if you did." Harry joked.

"Typical self absorbed Gryffindor, poor Harry would be alone if dear old Draco hadn't renounced the Dark Lord." Draco teased.

"Draco it's not just that. These parts two days have been great. I really like spending time with you."

"Same here Harry, anyway, its late, we missed lunch, should be about dinner time ya reckon?"

"Yeah, come on lets go." Harry said, turning to open the door.

After the two had eaten they returned to Harry's room and sat facing each other on the bed.

"Draco, how come we always go to my room and not yours?" Harry asked.

"I don't know, I guess I feel more comfortable here, Slytherin colors and all, and bedsides, in here I can leave when I want to leave, not when you want to, see the logic?" He grinned.

"Your such a goof, so what do you want to do?"

"I don't know, you think of something."

"Ummm... how about...we ask each other questions for a bit?"

"Questions? How do you mean?" Draco asked.

"Like about our lives, that way we get to know more about each other."

"Ok, fair enough, you first." Draco lay back against the headboard studying Harry as he chewed his bottom lip, a sign he was thinking.

"Umm...gosh this is hard...Ok, do you have a girl friend?"

"No." Draco replied quickly

"Why?" Harry asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Harry that's two questions, answer mine first. Do you have a girlfriend?"

"No" Harry replied truthfully, "So, why don't you have one?"

"Don't want one I guess." Draco shrugged. "Ok, do you like anyone, in that way?"

"I use to," Harry said thinking about Cho, "but not any more."

"Ahh, the Chang girl, she was pretty I guess," Draco said halfheartedly. "Graduated last year ay?"

"Yeah she did. What do you like to do?"

"Like to do?" Draco asked cocking an eyebrow, "How so?"

"Don't be dirty Draco." Harry said with a laugh, "I mean like favorite pastime or whatever."

"I like to dance." Draco admitted.

"Dance?" Harry asked surprised. Draco didn't seem like the dancing type.

"Yes Potter, dance."

"Ok," Harry grinned picturing Draco doing the tango with a red rose in his mouth, "I can't dance."

"What do you mean you can't dance, everyone can dance." Draco said stubbornly.

"Well I can't." Harry shrugged, "Never had to, well except last year at the Yule Ball."

"Yeah, you were awfully appalling." Draco said with a bitter face.

"Thanks," Harry pouted reaching over and smacking Draco playfully across the arm. "No one has ever taught me to."

"I'll teach you." Draco said earnestly. "When we get back to school. If you want that is."

Harry smiled, "That'd be cool I suppose."

"Well, you will have to learn for the Halloween party, Dumbledore hinted their having a dance for third years and up."

"Oh god." Harry sighed, "Not another dance, I guess I better learn then huh."

"Yep, and who better to teach you. So anyway, who's turn?"

"Umm…. Yours." Harry said suppressing a yawn.

"You tired?"

Harry just nodded.

"Ok… Well maybe I should go then." Draco said a little hesitantly, rising from the bed. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Wait Draco, don't go, C-Can't you to stay." Harry stuttered.

"Nah its ok Harry, I should go. I'm a bit tired too" Draco said as he reached for the door.

"Draco, P-Please stay." Harry stuttered sheepishly patting the bed next to him. "I don't want to stay here alone." He finished, not wanting to admit he enjoyed the extra presence the night before when he had slept.

"Do you always try to lure unsuspecting boys into you bed Harry?" Draco said with a smile as he made to change into his pajamas from the night before.

"No" Harry grinned, "You're the first."