Previously: 'Well that's another point against me. Bring it on father.' Draco thought knowing that the Hogwarts Express had arrived at King's Cross Station and his absence was most likely noted.

Chapter 19

Sure enough, only a few hours later, a raven swooped in and dropped a letter right in Draco's hands.

'You'll regret this son.'

That was all it said and Draco, in fury, ripped the letter to shreds and threw them on the ground in scattered pieces.

"Draco? What's wrong?" a voice asked in the doorway. Darco turned to see Harry who was adorned in jeans and one of Draco's silk shirts. Draco shrugged and stalked over to the raven haired teen.

"How's Luped?" he asked frowning at the bags under Harry's eyes. How early had Harry gotten up to sit next to the injured man's bed?

Harry smiled slightly. "It's Lupin," he corrected. "And he's fine. He hasn't woken up yet, but the healer checked over him he should wake by tomorrow." Harry's smile dissipated when Draco didn't respond.

"What happened?" he demanded and his eyes lowered to the scattered shreds of paper. "Was that a letter?"

Draco just sighed and turned away. "The games are beginning. I was given my last warning." He said simply and examined his fingernails as if he didn't care. Harry threw up his hands and marched over to Draco and grabbed the blonde hair between his fist and began knocking Draco's head against the back of the chair.

"Stop acting like you don't care!" Harry said and he stopped banging Draco's head against the chair who was feeling dizzy. "You gave away so much." Harry sat on Draco's lap and stroked the hair he pulled. Draco glared at him, but it wasn't menacing.

"You think you're so smart don't you Potter?" He turned serious. "How do you know what I feel?" and Harry smiled. "I know you now."

The two just relished in the silence of each other, listening to the bustling movements of the Grangers who were moving around furniture to set up some muggle contraption. Harry nuzzled Draco's neck and Draco was surprised to hear a low rumbling come from Harry's throat.

"You purr!" Draco said as if it was the most amazing thing in the world. Harry huffed and denied it, but Draco knew he had heard it.

"I'm going to call you Kitten." Draco said and Harry laughed and began "purring" again. He was just about to suggest that they go upstairs when Ginny ran into the room. She looked at Draco and Harry, visibly upset, but she shook her head and cleared her throat.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt." She said giving Draco a glare that surprisingly intimidated Draco. He glared back and was about to open his mouth and give a nasty retort but his mouth was covered with Harry's hand and whatever he was going to say was muffled.

"Harry….and Malfoy, lunch is ready and the Grangers set up this big box called a telly." She said and Harry raised an eyebrow. A television huh? He removed his hand from Draco's mouth and Ginny stormed out but the Gryffindor wasn't worried. She would get over it. He reluctantly slid out of Draco's lap and magically cleared up the remains of Lucius's letter. Harrry propped his hands on his hips and chirped,

"Welcome to the side of the Light Draco! You'll find it just as much shady as being a follower of Voldemort."

Draco doubted Harry's statement. This Order and aurors were such goody goodies. How could Draco really believe that? Nonetheless, Draco said nothing and he stood up and he and Harry walked to the dining room. "What do you think Fudge and Miggorian were talking about?" Harry asked him suddenly and once more a frown marred Draco's handsome face as he thought about it.

Was Miggorian and follower of the Dark Lord? He always knew Fudge was corrupt. His father had often bribed the Minister with ridiculous amounts of money and items that the Fudge could not refuse. Even if the elder Malfoy had not bribed Fudge, the man was a coward and would go along whatever Lucuis said with one dark glare sent his way.

"I really don't care what they were conversing, but I wonder why I was brought into it." Draco thought aloud. They said no more and slipped into seats glancing at each other, which Hermione noticed as usual. She wondered what they both were up to. Draco scowled as he noticed the Mudblood watching them. The witch was an absolute pest, but not as much so as the girl Weasel who saw fit to glare at him every second of the day. Lunch consisted of cold cut sandwhiches which were enjoyed by a house of ravenous people.

"Ay Harry, care for a game of Quidditch. Fred and George a room as huge as the pitch back at Hogwarts. We can play there and not worry about knocking off the bollocks of some old statue." Ron said and chortled. Harry agreed and invited Draco who took up on the offer. Who knew how much fun they would have the way things were going along?

Harry grabbed his firebolt that he had brought with him and Draco brought out his which his father had bought for him the beginning of the year. Draco was hesitant to even use his broom from the father he had once admired, but it was all he had. He let Ron have his old Nimbus 2001 who accepted gratefully and they all went to the giant room Ron told them about which was located on the third floor. It was huge. The walls were an onyx gray and it was lit only by bright orbs that magically floated. With Hermione's help who decided to be the referee, they were able to conjure up Quidditch posts and a quaffle bludger and snitch. Harry and Ginny were on one team where as ferret and the weasel had to team up to defeat their opponents.

While Draco and Harry would maintain their roles as seekers, Ginny and Ron would be playing redhead against redhead trying to score quaffles on the other side. Ron "accidently" threw the quaffle that connected with Draco's blonde head with a THUNK when Draco had rudely told him before, "Don't screw this up Weasel." Hermione as the referee blew a small whistle then conjured up a plush armchair to sit in and pulled out a book to read. Ginny had the quaffle first and flew towards her goal ready to throw the red ball in one of the golden hoops. Ron flew in front of her, intercepting her throw but unfortunately the quaffle connected with his nose quite painfully and he was glad that it wasn't a bludger.

"Now this isn't right!" called a cheerful voice from the doorway that opened. Wait a second…make that voices.

"If you want to."

"Play quidditch right."

"You can't just have."

"Four bloody people."

The twins grinned at each other and held out their brooms. "Have no fear!" thundered Fred.

"For F and G are here!" Geroge countered and they swung their legs over their broom and took flight into the air bludger sticks in their hands. Out of nowhere two bludgers went flying in the air and one cracked against Harry's broom sending him twirling. When he was able to control his broom and sit upright he glared at Draco who was snickering at him. Fred flew to Harry.

"Seems I'm on your team mates." He said then cupped his hand against his face and whispered, "Be glad you have me, I'm a much better Beater than my indetical."

"I heard that!" Geroge whispered beside Fred who almost fell off his broom. George had snuck up behind him and had heard the comment.

"Let's start now." Draco said keeping an eye out for the snitch. It would be a little easier to spot in the room since the walls were dark and the snitch a bright golden. It was not the case however when the door opened again.

"NOW WHO IS IT?" they all shouted!

Harry blinked at the necomers. "Gino? Neville? Parvarti?"

"And Padma!" Ron said appalled and seriously baffled. "What are you three…….BLAISE ZAMBINI!"

AN: As you can see I added on to chapter 19. It bugged me that it was so short. Whoohooo! Yippee! Ahem cough……..last AN still replies. If any of you guys have any special comments or advice just say so. Ciao!