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Run and Hide
Snape stood there stunned. That idiot! 'Where the hell could he have gone to?'. The same thought ran over and over through his panicked brain until early dawn lit the world. If anything happened to Draco...Snape grimaced at the thought, not only would Draco be in trouble, but Snape would be breaking his vow, and well...Snape grimaced at the thought. Snape paused, the sound of footsteps on the dewy grass approached. Snape hesitated, and then apparated to the Malfoy Manor.
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Narcissa, still sitting in the same chair, shivered. Lack of lighting in the past few weeks had turned the manor turned the manor not only desolate but freezing. One would wonder why Narcissa was still staring out the same window, its had become showered in misty fog, making anything beyond it hardly visible.
"Narcissa..."
Narcissa jumped. 'No need to be alarmed...' she thought, 'its only but my delusional mind...playing tricks...stop it...please...'
"Narcissa..."
'Shut up Narcissa...don't do this...not now...'
"Narcissa..."
"AHHHhh!" Narcissa shrieked, clamping both her heads tightly on her head. Heavy sobs were suddenly emitted from her and she began rocking back and forth, still letting out high picthed shrieks every now and then.
"Cissa!" Severus Snape kneeled down and grabbed her, "Cissa, its me, Severus! Its alright!" Snape shook her, and she ceased her screaming and vioent rocking, and not having much sense of the world, rested her head on Severus's shoulder, wrapping her arms ever so slightly around his waist and continued her finally quiet sobs. Snape hesitated but held her tightly.
"Its alright...my love..."
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Draco stood unblinkingly on the sidewalk. Before him stood a two story house painted completely white, except for a dark brown tiled roof. 'Looks just like all the other houses in the area,' he scoffed. He shook those thoughts out of his head, now was too urgent, far too urgent to be critical of anything. His heart pounding in his pale (but probably very sexy) chest, he went up upon the doorstep and lay his hand on the door knob...
:.:Flashback:.:
Harry Potter looked down at the pale figure of his arch enemy. He shuddered. In this moment, Malfoy looked the illest and palest he had ever seen a person, almost of similar resembelance to the dead Inferi he had seen in his textbooks. How can one spell do this to a person? Harry had always loathed the Dark Arts, but had never completely seen its effects. And this was only one spell out of thousands...millions...many probably hundereds more terrible than this.
What was he doing here? Though Harry still hated Malfoy, guilt of what he had done built inside him for days now. He had been fighting the urge to go the hospital wing and visit, afraid of what he would find that he had done with his own wand. It almost worried him that Malfoy had still not awaken after...a week perhaps? 'Only 'cause I'm the one who did it...', Harry was certain that if it had been by someonelse's wand, he woulnd't have cared less.
Harry sighed. Now to do what he came to do...
So what if he was unconsious...
It would spare him the akwardness of saying it to a concious Malfoy...
"Listen Malfoy," Harry gulped. "I had come to apologize, I suppose for what I did back in the bathroom. I- I didn't know what the spell did.." 'Although I'm sure you knew exactly what it did, you with your Dark Arts obsessions..' Harry thought grudingly, but shook it out of head and hesitantly continued on. "..I saw it out of a book. I also didn't mean to intrude upon your erm...crying. I-if you ever need to talk...and not hurt me...then I'll be there. Okay well then...goodbye...get better soon."
Harry took one last look at Malfoy's unconcious self before power walking out of there. A sigh of relief escaped him. He had no debt. He had apologized even with the offer of "being there if he ever needed to talk. And the best part was, Harry smiled at this, Draco would never have the option of taking this offer seeing as he never heard it being given to him.
Back in the first-right bed of the hospital wing, Draco Malfoy opened one eye and turned over to the side that didn't face the doors. He scoffed.
'Potter and his pathetic apologies..'
:.:End Flashback:.:
Harry Potter, Vernon Dursley, Dudley Dursley, and Petunia Dursley all stared confusedly at the (SO bleached) blonde haired boy before them. Harry and the Dursleys had been already halfway through a bacon and eggs breakfast when Draco had let himself in and was now standing in the kitchen entrance, looking around almost scared-like at the various muggle objects placed around the curiously, yet somewhat eerily sparkeling clean room.
Harry's fork, which gripped a bit of scrambled eggs was frozen at the entrance of his open mouth, Dudley's hands were clenched on his buttocks, Petunia looked almost as frightened as her son, whilst Vernon's mutual look of fear was slowly morphing into a look of anger, he head turned to look at Harry.
"Another one?" Vernon bellowed, pointing at Draco with a fat, stubby finger. Draco snapped of his curious faze and looked at Harry's dilemma, sighed, and recited what he had been memorizing since he landed on the street. He straightened himself till he looked of an almost professional manor. Detest Potter as he may, he had to have his cooperation in order to survive this thing. No matter how much he would have liked to see Harry get verbally, hopefully physcially, throttled by the Dursley muggle.
"Mr. Dursley, am I correct?"
"Yes, you are," spoke Vernon through clenched teeth. "And you, youre one of those freaks again aren't you? No, I won't be fooled this time, one of your sort had imposed into my house just last summer! Get out! Get out NOW!"
But before Draco got a chance to retort, Dudley did it for him.
"Hey...I know him daddy! Hes the son of that billionare guy that got arrested last summer for stealing...Mally was it? Alfoy or something..."
"Malfoy," Draco corrected, "Draco Malfoy."
Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Draco smirked a little. But Vernon's now was one of pure glee and welcome.
"Billionare, you say?"
Apperantley, Vernon seemed to have tottaly forgetten all about the stealing or the wiard parts. He may not have done so for a millionare, but this was a billionare.
Petunia also had straightened up considerably. And again before Draco could respond, he was interuppted as Vernon had taken him by the arm and ushered him quite forcfully into the next room, pushing him into what into what Harry recognied as the comfiest couch in the house. Vernon turned to Petunia.
"Petunia, why are you just standing there? Get the man drinks!"
"Quite alright my good man.", Draco said, dissmissing the offer, he inwardly shuddered to think what type of drinks disgusting muggles drank. And he wasn't just assuming this based on what he knew of muggles, he also assumed this due to the stomach lurching hideous ness of this family, and even more, Potter. What ever these drinks were they must surely have terrible side effects on ones apperance! At that, Draco memtally patted his father on the back, where ever he was for steering him away from the atrocities of the muggle world.
Harry eyed him warily, then finally got the nerve to speak, "And what bussiness would you be here on Mr...Malfoy?"
Petunia gave him a vicious stare, "Shush now Harry," She muttered. "Mr. Malfoy dosen't have time to talk to freaks like you." But before Harry could comment on how Mr. Malfoy was one of those freaks just a few minutes ago, Draco ran his fingers through his hair and chuckled.
"My dear, sweet Mrs. Dursley," Said Draco smoothy as he inclined his head towards her, "Young Harry (Draco inwardly flinched as he called Harry by his first name) is the whole reason I'm here----hes uhhh...won a sweepstakes!"
All eyes were suddenly focused intensly on Harry, who now felt as though he had been stupefied nearly 20 times. Vernon turned back to Draco, but this time his admiring and greedy grin had turned into a frown of skeptisism.
"And what...'sweepstakes' is this?"
For the first time, Draco had begun to sweat---he hadn't given anything but his introduction as the son of a billionare much thought. Suddenly, a rush of ridiculous and stupid sounding sweepstakes names flooded his mind. 'The I-Get-To-Sleep-Over-Your-House-For-A-Week Sweepstakes? The Run-From-Voldemort-Or-Die-A-Horrid-Death sweepstakes? The----'
"Its was the instant billionare sweepstakes!" Blurted out Harry. Draco jumped.
"Y-yeah" Draco nodded frantically, "See umm...if young Harry can house me for three weeks with me annoying him the whole time, he wins 5 million dollars! Its like one of those reality BV--"
"TV", Harry corrected.
"--TV shows you Muggles---I mean you lovely people enjoy so much!"
There was a moments silence. Harry, having lived with the Dursleys all too long, knew Vernon was actually considering this. 5 billion dollars and a tortured Harry for 3 weeks must sound too good to be true for all the Dursleys. And he was right.
"Well theres an offer I can't refuse!" Vernon said cheerfully, "Welcome to our home Mr. Malfoy!" Vernon practically curtsied.
Harry rolled his eyes.