Warnings: Slash Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine...sigh
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>>>>>>>Chapter 5>>>>>>>
Harry was walking into the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. He had only been at the Dursley's for a week and had just arrived.
"Harry!" Hermione shouted when she saw him and ran across the room to throw her arms around him.
"Hello, Hermione," Harry said into bushy hair.
Everyone else in the kitchen, which included Ron, his parents and Hermione's parents made their way over to greet him. Ron was the next to hug him, followed by Mrs. Weasley and handshakes from the rest of the room.
"How are ya, mate?" Ron asked, "Those Dursleys didn't give you too hard a time did they?"
"No," Harry said brightly, "They were tolerable."
"That's good, Harry," Hermione said as they all sat down at the table.
Then Harry realized that it was a bit odd for the Grangers to be there and he must have given them a puzzled look because Hermione began to explain.
"Um... Harry, Ron and I have finally told each other how we feel about one another..."
Harry cut her off, "Finally!" he said with a smile.
Hermione and Ron both blush a great deal and then Hermione continued, "Well, you know how every summer I go on a holiday with my family. This year Ron is going to be going with us."
Harry was a bit taken aback but he didn't really mind that much. "That sounds great," he said honestly.
"Really, mate, you're not mad?" Ron asked.
"Mad? Why would I be mad? I'm really happy for you guys."
"Well, we're going to be gone for a whole month. We just thought that you might, I don't know, get lonely or something," Ron finished somewhat lamely.
Harry smiled, "Well, I'm glad you thought about me but there are plenty of people here to keep me occupied."
"Well, that makes us feel better," Hermione said as she took Ron's hand and laced their fingers.
Mr. Granger cleared his throat and the trio seemed to realize that they weren't the only ones in the room.
Hermione and Ron blushed again.
"Well, Ron, we're going to be leaving in a couple of hours. So, when you finish breakfast maybe Harry can help you finish packing," Mr. Granger said.
"Yes, Sir," Ron said and Harry could tell that he was very nervous around the man.
Ten minutes later Harry, Ron, and Hermione were in Harry and Ron's room helping pack Ron's things.
"So, where are you going?" Harry asked as he was placing the shirts Hermione was folding into the suitcase.
"The States, Florida, to be exact," Hermione said.
Ron grinned, "Yeah, we're going to see all those wicked theme parks!"
"Really! You have to take tons of pictures," Harry said.
"We were planning on it. The only thing I'm worried about is that plane thing we have to take to get there," Ron said and looked a bit sick.
"Oh, Ron, I told you not to worry I've flown loads of times," Hermione said sounding exasperated. She had obviously said this many times before.
"We'll see," Ron said skeptically.
The time passed quickly and Harry stood at the front door waving to Ron and the Grangers until they were out of sight. He turned around went upstairs to take a nap. He hadn't slept much the night before and had gotten up early.
'I wonder what I'm going to do for a month' Harry wondered as he laid in bed.
Little did he know that the question would soon be answered.
Not long after Harry had drifted off into dream land Professor McGonagall arrived at Grimmauld Place with a new resident.
She ushered the sandy blond haired boy into the kitchen.
"Stay here, Draco, until I get back," She said.
"Dylan, remember," Draco said.
"Yes, yes," she said as she left the room.
Draco looked around the kitchen. It was a large kitchen, with a long wooden table, and it seemed to be brightener than it should have been.
Professor McGonagall walked in and was followed by a small, plump woman with bright red hair.
"Dylan, this is Mrs. Weasley," the professor said.
Mrs. Weasley walked over and shook Draco's hand.
"It's nice to meet you, Dylan. Minerva explained your situation and I will be happy to have you here," Mrs. Weasley said with a warm, loving smile. Something Draco had never seen directed toward himself before.
"Thank you," Draco said shyly.
"Well, I was just about to start cooking dinner, if... Oh, hello, Harry, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she saw Harry walk into the kitchen.
The first thing Harry noticed was the tanned blond boy sitting at the table. "Hello," Harry said never taking his eyes off the boy.
"Harry, this is Dylan," Professor McGonagall said.
Harry walked over to the boy and shook his hand. "Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Harry." He knew he didn't really need to introduce himself, but couldn't really think of anything else to say.
Draco smiled, he felt like he was going to burst. It was amazing being able to talk to Harry in a civil manner.
"He has come to help the Order," McGonagall explained, "He was supposed to become a Death Eater, but his loyalties were with us and had to escape from his family."
Harry looked at Professor McGonagall warily.
"I have personally confirmed his story, Mr. Potter, there is no need to worry," she said, reading his mind. "Well, Dylan, if you are okay, I'm afraid I must be going. It was nice seeing you Molly, and you too, Harry." And with that she exited the kitchen.
"Well, I believe there is a newly vacated bed in Harry's room, dear. You could stay in there if neither of you mind," Mrs. Weasley said.
Draco's heart skipped a beat. He would be sleeping in the same room as Harry.
'Why haven't I done this sooner?'
"That's fine with me," Harry said, "I was thinking I would get lonely without Ron and Hermione here."
Draco smiled, "I don't mind. Anywhere is better than where I was at."
"Follow me, and I'll show you where it's at," Harry said and began to walk out of the kitchen with the other boy in tow.
"It's a nice room," Harry said in an attempt to make conversation as they went up the stairs, "It has its own washroom, and... well, you'll see."
They continued up the stairs in silence.
Draco didn't really know how to act. It was weird to be talking to Harry like this. He was afraid that he would let something slip and blow his cover.
On the third landing Harry walked down the hall and stopped in front of a large wooden door. He opened it and said, "Home, sweet, home."
"Oh, it's lovely," Draco said as his eyes scanned the room.
"When I first got here it was wreck. I redid everything, and decorated," Harry said bursting with pride.
"Really?" Draco said. He never would have thought Harry would be this good at decorating. "I think it's great!"
"That bed there on the left will be yours. My best friend Ron usually has it, but he and his girlfriend, Hermione, just left this morning to go a month long holiday," Harry explained.
'Hmm...,' Draco thought, 'I didn't know they were together.'
Then Harry continued as he sat down on the bed on the right andgave a short laugh, "Yeah, bit of a shock this morning. I had just arrived and they tell me they are together and leaving all in the same breath."
Draco had gone to sit on his bed, and caught himself staring at Harry. 'I'm really going to have to be careful...'
Harry looked up and their eyes locked for a split second before Draco looked away and said, "So, is it usually this quiet here?"
Harry laughed, "No way, wait until after dinner when everyone starts showing up for the meeting." His face screwed up, "You know come to think of it, it has been especially quiet today..."
"Dinner's ready!" Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs.
Harry and Draco stood to go back down to the kitchen.
Draco was walking down the stairs in front of Harry. 'This Dylan guy seems really familiar,' Harry thought as he stared at 'Dylan's' back, 'There's something in his eyes. It feels like I know him...'
His thoughts were cut off by being attacked once again by Sirius as he walked into the kitchen.
"Sorry I couldn't be here when you arrived," Sirius said as they made their way to the table to sit down. "And, you must be Dylan. Mrs. Weasley explained everything."
Draco had gone slightly pale. He knew exactly who this man was and the last he had heard he was a vicious murderer. 'I left to get away from that.'
Harry saw the look on Draco's face and chuckled, "I'm sorry, Dylan. I should have told you about my godfather. Yes, he is who you think he is, but he's innocent. Pettigrew staged his death and is hiding out with Voldemort."
Draco's face gained some its color back. He still wasn't sure about being around Sirius Black, but if Harry trusted him, then it must be okay.
OK... This chapter was supposed to be a lot longer, but once again I'm feeling very uninspired. So, I figured I would give you this, because it's better than nothing.
Oh, yes, slightly important side note to the story. This summer I'm going to be spending some time in London, and seeing as I've never been there before I'll have some information to add. Chapter four, in particular, was written the way it was so I could do that.
I'll put in another note when I've done that, too. I'm not leaving until June 10 though, so it will be a while.
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