See? i CAN update! sorry this took so long. I had school and the play and Volleyball, but now im all organized and i found time to write this. It's still a bit short, and i'm afraid they all will be, but I'm still going to try to update at LEAST once a week. Also, sorry for any spelling mistakes, my spellcheck is wacked up...

Reviews appreciated and cherished (flamers will be used to my own amusement.)

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Harry sipped his cup of coffee, looking over at Draco, who was drumming his fingers against the table, and staring blankly at the wall; the ultimate picture of boredom. The two had been sitting like this for over an hour, not a word passed between them.

Draco rolled his eyes and finally said, "Honestly, Potter. If you have nothing to say to me, then why did you drag me into this bloody coffee shop?"

"First off I didn't DRAG you here, and secondly, well, I have no idea where to begin,"

Draco cocked an eyebrow, "The beginning will do, Harry, That is what us people of intelligence usually do," Draco said the 'people of intelligence' slowly, so as for Harry to be able to understand what he was saying,

Harry glared at him, "Why should I trust you? I mean, you DID plan Dumbledore's death." he pointed out, adding another spoonful of sugar to his coffee.

"Not what I had in mind, but fine. Put yourself in my shoes Harry. Your father's in prison, your mother's a death eater, and Voldemort will kill your family and you if you don't do what he asks. What would you have done?"

"I would have died first!" Harry said angrily.

"REALLY? Would you really? If all your life you wanted to rise to your fathers standards, and now you can help him? Would you really give you and your family up to Voldemort that way? I think not. At the time, I was more than a little excited about helping Voldemort. It was what I had been waiting for all my life. Then I got the dark mark and went to school. And I had a perfect idea to get the death eaters there. Something even Dumbledore didn't know about. Voldemort would have been so proud, he would have forgiven Lucius and spared my mother. I didn't care about the necklace and the poisoned mead, Dumbledore was right, they were feeble attempts. But then that night happened and what I hated the most was how Dumbledore was right. I didn't really want to kill him. I had never killed before, and it was scaring me that I couldn't kill Dumbledore, even when he was weak beyond my wildest dreams. I couldn't believe my luck. I mean, the man was as if he had no energy at all-"

"I was there, all right! I know what happened!" Somehow hearing about this episode on the tower made Harry want to throw up.

"You were?" Draco was obviously suprised, then his face relaxed into realization, "You were the one on the second broom! Well, anyway, you saw what happened. I couldn't kill him, I was actually going to JOIN him. But then Snape came and because he took that blasted unbreakable vow with my mother, he killed Dumbledore. And I had no choice but to flee because I had failed and Dumbledore had exposed my weakness through my thick layer of denial. I really wasn't bad enough to be a death eater. And I hated myself for it. The few months after that I was moping around Europe, hiding and moving constantly to avoid being caught. Until Dumbledore's letter found me, and gave me a purpose."

Harry was speechless. Draco sneered, "and THAT, Potter, is why you can trust me. Because I am no longer in my father's shadow, seeing as he is dead and my mother has openly disowned me from the Malfoy fortune because I was in league with "You-Know-Who, and because I have nothing better to do with my time as a runaway."

Harry quickly downed the rest of his coffee, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, ignoring Draco's look of disgust at his enemy's barbaric mannerisms. "So...what do you propose we do?" Harry asked, trying to make sense of everything Draco had just said.

"Well, we have to go back to Godric's Hollow, obviously."

Harry said coldly, "There's nothing there,"

Draco, AGAIN, cocked a brow. Harry was sure it was his favorite thing to do, since he could do it so perfectly, a silver line, arched high up on his forehead, the ideal image of skepticism, "You're sure?"

"Yes, I...I felt it. I don't know. I just could tell,"

Draco let out an undignified "Humph" and plopped back against his chair. "You would think, with it's name, it would have held some magical item Godric Gryffindor used to own."

Harry nodded, "That's what I thought too, but I saw the house, and well, even if Voldemort had gone there for the artifact or whatever, he would have taken it with him, wouldn't he?"

Draco shook his head, "Not necessarily. He probably WOULD have removed it from the house, but afterwards, I would think he would have figured it the perfect place to hide it. Don't you think? I mean, it IS the place that he, well, you know...well I don't know what to call it. Lost his power, maybe. Lord Voldemort, as we both probably know, loves irony."

Harry nodded.

An awkward silence started to fall over them and Draco finally said, "Well, I WOULD like to go back there, and check. But tomorrow, probably. Where are you staying?"

Harry looked up, He hadn't even THOUGHT about an inn.

Draco read Harry's expression and rolled his eyes, "Honestly, Potter. Sometimes your ignorance amazes even me,"

"Well, I was thinking I wouldn't be going back, just the one visit, and then I was going to..." He trailed off. Should he tell Draco all of this? He had convinced Harry to trust him, but that didn't change the fact that Draco loved to taunt Harry at every moment possible.

Draco was pulling on his jacket and looking expectantly at Harry, "Going to what?"

Harry looked at his hands as he said, "Visit my parents grave,"

Draco remained silent. Harry risked a glance up at him. He was looking at Harry sadly, "We can do that tomorrow if you want. I mean, YOU can...I don't know if me going would be appropriate,"

Harry inwardly sighed in relief at Draco's understanding, "Of course it would be appropriate...if you wanted to,"

Draco just nodded. The got up in silence and paid their bill.

As the two exited the small shop, both could easily agree it had been the weirdest day of their lives.

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I'm sorry that was so terrible...but please, still review..