Title: Burdenless Love

Author: Queen Delphina

Email: possibly R for later chapters

Warnings: Slash (this means boy/boy love! Stop now if this squicks you!)

Disclaimer: I do not own anything besides the original characters. I do own the rights to the word 'Burdenless' (not really). This story is based on the characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, Raincoast Books and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. I'm just holding the characters hostage for the duration of this and any other fics I intend on writing.

Summary: Harry gets himself kicked out of the Dursleys and finds himself at a Muggle café. The same café that Draco Malfoy frequently visits.

Author Notes: Thanks and dedication go out to Macai for the plot bunny this story was hatched from and for initially corrupting me with slash. Also big thanks to Poca, Princess Jewel and Queen Sunny for keeping me on task and being my dedicated betas!

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You'll find out eventually why the Hogwarts isn't safe as well as the Weasley's house... Katsu - Kitsune

I'm glad you like my characters; I always worry that they seem out of character.

I like arguing Harry/Draco too but the kissing Harry/Draco is only a few chapters off. Immortal Tears of

Coffee is awesome which is why I decided that Harry would become obsessed withit when he tasted it!

I may not post for a while so I can work on some more of this story. I have two more chapters completely ready and three more written that need betaing. I also have another chapter or two to type that will also need betaing. Please review so that I have the enthusiasm to continue working! Enjoy chapter six...

Chapter 6

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Draco wasted no time in contacting Dumbledore. He knew Harry's scar acted as a link between him and Voldemort because he had accidentally overheard a conversation between Snape and McGonagall last year when he was going to ask Snape about a potion derivative he had discovered. Of course, Dumbledore also made sure he knew during the conversation in the fireplace on that first night.

Dumbledore Flooed into the flat and decided the best place for Harry was to stay right where he was.

"What, exactly, is happening?" Draco asked.

"Harry is experiencing a vision through Lord Voldemort's eyes."

"Oh."

Dumbledore pointed his wand at Draco's bare chest and the few blisters that were there, disappeared.

Draco looked up, "Thanks," he muttered weakly, before leaving the room.

Dumbledore then trained his wand on Harry and moved his unconscious form onto the nearby couch. Draco returned moments later, wearing a shirt of emerald green.

"How long do we wait?" Draco asked.

"As long as it takes."

IIII

Harry could see a blond man standing before him.

"Well, Lucius? Have you found him yet?"

"No, milord."

"Liar! He is with the Potter brat. Do you really think I would rely solely on your answers?"

"Of course not, Master," Lucius lied to hide his transgression.

"Imbecile!" Voldemort shouted. "Crucio!" The power of casting the Unforgivable felt magnificent. It was a rush of coolness to both Voldemort's and Harry's heads. "If you fail again, you will pay. Do you understand me, Malfoy?"

Lucius nodded and leaned forward, kissing the hem of Voldemort's robes.

Voldemort dismissed him, calling in Avery and McNair. "How has the spree gone? How many mudbloods have been captured to be sacrificed for the ritual?"

"We have ten. We will soon have the eleventh. There is a family that we've tracked. They have a mudblood daughter who is going to be a sixth year at Hogwarts…very clever. Will she do?" Avery asked.

"Yes, yes. Did I care enough to ask for details?"

"It was only brought it up because she is a friend of Potter's," added McNair.

"Is she now? That changes things." And Voldemort began laughing hysterically.

IIII

Harry awoke, laughing hysterically. Then the dream flooded his memory and he shuddered. "NO!"

"What is it?" the headmaster asked kindly.

"They're gonna kill Hermione," Harry said softly, sounding spooked. The visions still scared him, even now- especially now- ever since his rashness had cost him Sirius.

"Voldemort is? Why?" asked Dumbledore.

"There was some sort of sacrificial ceremony they want to perform. Voldemort found out she was a friend of mine and changed his plans. Then I woke up. You have to save them!"

"Them?" Draco asked.

"The other muggle-borns," Harry answered tonelessly.

"Don't worry, it will be taken care of. Was there anything else that happened?" Dumbledore said, calming Harry down.

"He talked to Malfoy's father about the search for him. He said Lucius would pay if he didn't find both of us."

"Is that all?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

Harry nodded.

"Very well. I'll get the appropriate people on this situation at once. Goodnight, Harry. And Draco, please make sure he gets some sleep."

Draco rolled his eyes and nodded reluctantly.

"Can you bring Hermione here?" Harry asked timidly, walking to the fireplace.

Dumbledore thought about it for a minute. "No. We would not do that. She will be safe, don't you worry. We also will try not to let you in on too much of what we do with this situation. You need to worry about keeping yourselves out of harms way. The Death Eaters would find out exactly where she was. It's best if the two of you keep away from this."

"Fine," grumbled Harry as Dumbledore grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and threw it into the flames, bellowing his destination as he did so.

When he was gone, Draco looked to Harry. "You heard him--get some sleep."

"You can't order me around!"

"BED!" Draco said loudly.

Harry glared daggers. "I don't have to listen to you."

"So what are you going to do instead?"

"Why would you care?"

"I don't. Humor me."

"I'm going to lie down on this couch for awhile," Harry yawned and stretched, sinking into the plush couch. He was asleep in seconds.

"You should have listened," Draco whispered, resisting the urge to smooth back Harry's hair. He sighed and grabbed a blanket, draping it on top of Harry before going to the kitchen. He had resolved to make at least one more pot of coffee to ease the twinge of his headache.