A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers!

"Bloody hell!" Draco said as he woke up and realized where he was. What time was it? He looked at the clock over the fireplace. It was only 3 am, fortunately. He leaned back, the terror fading from his heart. He looked over at Harry, who was still sleeping.

'Why do I like him so much?' he wondered. 'Of course, he is rather good-looking.'

Harry moved in his sleep and Draco jumped, feeling like he'd been caught. He thought he'd better wake up Harry and try to get him to his common room.

"Harry!" Draco shook him. "Time to wake up." He was unprepared for the hand that grabbed his and pulled. He fell over onto Harry, who was properly awake now.

"Oomph." Draco's landing face down on the sofa knocked the breath out of him.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked, both weirded out and a bit happy to be so close to him. 'But just a bit', he told himself.

"Trying to wake you up!" Draco said, as he got up.

"Oh." Harry looked around and noticed for the first time that he wasn't in the Gryffindor Dormitories. "Oh, yeah."

"Not a morning person?"

"Not really." He yawned, and Draco shook his head. Then his face turned serious.

"I have to tell you something."

Harry was instantly sobered by the tone of his voice. "What?"

"It's my birthday in two days. My dad has arranged for me to portkey out of Hogsmeade at midnight." Harry was looking into Draco's eyes, which were scared and angry. "I want to spy for you."

"You want to be a spy for the order? I thought-"
"No. I don't want to be a spy for the order. I'll tell you what I know. Only you. It's your decision to give the information to Dumbledore or not." Harry looked a little doubtful at this, but before he could speak, Draco went on. "I've thought about this for awhile. It's what I want."

"Okay. But how will I know this information? Dumbledore will be suspicious."

"Tell anything you want. Or tell him the truth. You have a spy who wishes to remain anonymous."

"Are you sure? He'll torture you. What if he sees inside your mind and finds out?"

"Snape's my godfather. He's been teaching me occlumency since I was little."

"I want you to be safe."

"No one's safe." Draco stood up. "We should get going."

Harry stood, but instead of walking towards the door, he pressed closer to Draco.

"Harry-"

"Shh." Harry kissed him, and Draco kissed him back. 'I could get used to this,' Draco thought. The kiss ended too soon for both of them, and even though Draco knew he would regret this, he kissed Harry again. They made out for awhile, before they finally agreed it was too late. They didn't discuss any of what had happened as they walked down the hall. When the corridor forked right and left, they were forced to part.

"Good night." Harry said.

"Night."

Two nights later, Draco was walking out of the castle at 11:30, when he heard footsteps behind him. He turned, knowing it was Harry. "What are you doing out here?" Draco asked.

"I wanted to wish you luck. Don't get killed. I'll be waiting for you in the room."

"I wouldn't wait up. I'll try not to get killed."

"Okay." They pulled closer to each other, almost unconsciously. They kissed tenderly, just a quick peck on the lips. "Luck."

"Thanks," Draco whispered. Then he turned and walked towards the broom shed. He heard Harry walk back to the castle, and he smiled at how Gryffindor he was. Then he thought of what was to come next and stopped smiling. He flew to Hogsmead, picked up the umbrella, and felt a tug at his naval. He was transported to the Malfoy Manor.

His father opened the door, saying, "You're early. For once."

He nodded to his father, looking at the floor. "Is Our Lord here already?" he asked, trying to sound eager instead of petrified.

"No. Go change into the robes I put on your bed. They're ceremonial."

"Yes, Father." He went upstairs into his bedroom, and changed. He took a look at his arm, and the white smooth flesh he'd never see again. He shuddered. His father called out for him to come downstairs, the Dark Lord was about to arrive.

He joined his family downstairs. His mother was present, in the corner, and his father stood in the middle of the room. He stood next to his father. Voldemort popped into existence a few seconds later, followed by Pettigrew.

Voldemort looked hideous, but stronger. He must've been if he could apparate by himself. Voldemort held out his hand, and his father kissed it. Draco was then expected to do the same. He felt like throwing up, but he went through with it.

"So your son will finally join us, Lucius. How exciting." He spoke in a monotone, spacing out each word, and hissing sometimes.

"I am very pleased also, my lord. He is adequate in his studies, and will make a strong deatheater." Draco couldn't help but be happy to hear that his father was pleased with him. He'd always longed for Lucius' praise, which he rarely ever got.

"Why do you want to join us, Draco?"

"I want to kill all the muggles and muggle-borns. Pure-blood wizards are superior. And I wish to avenge myself against Potter, my lord." Draco kept his thoughts blank, letting a scene of him and Harry fighting 'slip' through to Voldemort.

Voldemort nodded, and said, "Hold out your arm."

Draco held it out, and Voldemort grasped it, putting his wand in the spot where the mark would appear. "This might hurt a little," he said, grinning, but there was nothing good about his expression. He muttered a few words, and suddenly Draco felt the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt in his life. His legs almost gave out but he forced himself to stand.

Then, it was over. His father was thanking Voldemort, and he left. Draco was still trying to stand, though the pain was lessoning with each passing minute. Lucius grabbed him by the shoulders with both arms. "I've never been more proud to have a son. Now, the Dark Lord has plans for you. We want you to try to befriend Potter. Try to get alone with him. We'll set up a portkey or something and you can have him touch it."

"Potter? But won't he think it's a trap?"

"Not if you do your job well. We're giving you until the end of the school year. Make us proud." His mother appeared next to him.

"Be careful. We're so proud."

He nodded to his mum, and then left. He picked up the portkey outside the door, and reappeared in Hogsmead. He uncovered his broom from it's hiding spot, and when he was in the air, all he could think about was seeing Harry.