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a/n: There are two POTC quotes in this chapter.

Harry was in his room playing with his wand. Which wand, I'd rather not find out. Just because I'm the author doesn't mean I know what sixteen year old guys do alone in their bedrooms!... Anyway, he was rather enjoying it until the doorbell rang. He didn't hear it ringbut it did. Harry was too absorbed in what he was doing to hear anything but the sudden pounding on his door.

"Unlock this door boy!"

Harry cursed and quickly put away his wand. He went to the door and unlocked it.

Harry only had a fraction of a second to see who his uncle had by the collar before he shoved the boy into the room. Unfortunately, Harry was standing in the way. Both boys tumbled to the ground just as Vernon pulled the door shut.

"I'm contacting your bloody school about this!" he roared, descending the stairs. Harry didn't take the time to realize how unusual that statement was.

Harry moved over,and looked at the muttering boy next to him.

"Malfoy, what are you doing here?"

"I'm at your house?!" Draco began to mutter again. Harry thought he heard something about stupid windows and the nightbus, but he wasn't sure. Draco stopped abruptly and stood up.

"It's like the garbage room in here," Draco said, desperate for any insult.

"Watch it Malfoy."

Draco opened his mouth for another insult, but decided against it.

"Why are you packed up?" he was looking at the trunk on the just-made bed with Hedwig's cage on top. The normally messy desk and window sill was empty. It struck him how small the room was.

"I'm leaving to go to the—" Harry was about to say the headquarters, "to the…" did he really want to say that to a Malfoy? "I'm going to Ron's."

"Took you long enough " Draco walked over to the desk and sat in the chair.

Harry, who had never bothered to get up, leaned against the door. "Why are you here?" he asked again.

"None of your business," Draco spat stupidly.

"Actually Malfoy," Harry stood up, "it is."

Draco held back his next biter remark. He stared at the bland white wall to the right of Harry's head. Should he say he ran away? Or maybe kicked out? Draco's hands suddenly became extremely interesting. What should he say? Without a further thought, Draco stood up. Harry was now rummaging through his trunk, obviously looking for something—Draco didn't care.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked. Draco was halfway to the door. So close.

"I'm leaving," Draco didn't bother to turn around and face Harry. He kept his eyes on the door, determined to bring it closer.

"No you're not." A challenge? Draco faced his opponent. To his surprise, Harry already had his wand out (ok, no more dirty thoughts).

"Going to fight me, Potter?" Draco sneered as Harry approached him. "You know if you use magic, you'll be expelled."

"I don't need to use magic to keep you here," Harry said calmly. He pressed his want into Draco's throat.

"You'd be surprised."

"I don't think so."

Draco had never felt more intimated by Harry. "Why do you want to keep me here anyway?" Draco kept his voice cool.

"Don't be thick," Harry raised a second wand to Draco's throat. His heart skipped a beat. Draco had never felt Harry reach into his pocket and take his wand. Both wands in hand, Harry turned back to his trunk and continued searching.

It suddenly clicked why Harry didn't want Draco to leave. He never told him that he chose not to join the Death Eaters. For all Harry knew, Draco could leave and give the "ok he's here" for Voldemort.

"Sit," Harry commanded. Draco obeyed without a thought. He watched as Harry pulled out parchment, ink, and a quill.

"Who are you writing to?" Draco asked.

"Dumbledore," Harry said, scribbling down the letter.

Draco thought a moment as Harry wrote. Dumbledore's name being mentioned had stirred something within him. He just wasn't sure what it was. "Voldemorts at my house," he finally blurted.

Eyes pierced Draco's gaze, a green fire ablaze within them. Harry wrote something briefly, the paused. "Is that why you left?" he asked, while staring at the parchment.

"Y…yes," Draco hesitated.

Harry scribbled something else. "And you came here?"

"Not on purpose!" Draco said defensively, bringing back his cool tone. "I asked the nightbus to bring me to the nearest home with a witch or wizard."

"And you were brought here?" Harry looked up, the fire extinguished.

"Obviously."

Harry finished his letter and folded it up. He coaxed Hedwig out of her cage onto his arm and handed her the letter. Petting her, he walked to the window, opened it, and let her fly out. "I'm the closest wizard to your house?" Harry turned around and sat back on his bed.

"So. It. Would. Seem." Draco never liked stupid or repeated questions. "I'm not going to the Weasel's house," he changed the subject.

"Neither am I," Harry said, hoping to confuse him. He hadn't caught Draco's "slip of tongue." "I'm going… somewhere else."

Judging on Harry's uncomfortable behavior, Draco took a guess at where "somewhere else" was. "You're going to 12 Grimuald Place aren't you?"

Harry's jaw dropped. "How do you know?"

"Your reaction," Draco replied smugly.

"How much do you know?"

"I know it's the headquarters for the Order. Black's old house. It's in the family."

"Do you know where it is?"

"It cannot be found unless you already know where it is. It's too well protected."

"Just making sure."

There was an awkward silence.

"What were you doing before I got here?" Draco asked out of curiosity.

Harry blushed. "Nothing," he looked away.

"What was it?" Draco insisted. He enjoyed making Harry uncomfortable.

"Nothing!"

"Come on, Potter."

"Malfoy! What do you do alone in your room?"

Draco was taken aback by Harry's sudden burst. When he thought about it, however, he realized why Harry didn't want to mention it. "Right… so when do we eat?"

Harry looked at his watch. "Well, its 11pm and they, my aunt, uncle, and cousin, just went to bed. I'd give it another hour."

"What?!"

"Just to be safe. So we don't get caught."

"You have to sneak into the kitchen just to eat? Why won't they let you?"

"Only when my uncle's angry—you made him angry." Harry wanted Draco to know the torture he lived through.

Draco thought a moment. Harry's lifestyle was completely different from what he had imagined. He didn't want to have to sneak his food. "I'd rather go to bed," he concluded.

"I won't be leaving tonight anyway, not with you here." Harry then removed his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage from his bed. He turned to the window to close it, but hesitated. Should he close it? He decided to leave it open.

When Harry turned around, he was surprised to find someone already in his bed. "Get out Malfoy. It's my bed."

"I'm the guest," Draco turned away from Harry.

"Do you think I care?"

"No."

Harry didn't want to pick a fight now. He was tired and hungry. "Fine. But I get the pillow and blanket."

Draco didn't have time to protest before both were ripped away. "Hey-!"

"Good night," Harry turned off the light. He hoped he would still have the blanket and pillow when he woke up.

Draco was about to take the pillow and blanket back when a breeze came through the open window. His head snapped up. There was no moon on this overcast night, and the stars hid behind the clouds. Not wanting to look at the black night, Draco turned around and went to sleep. He tried not to think of the window.